“That’s a good boy. My desi SMACK! She sat beside me and quietly asked me to explain my actions. She emerged minutes later wearing a skirt she had bought, into which the remains of her original dress were tucked. It felt so strange to be doing this, and I started to worry about what Mom had in store for me. SMACK! She would look in on me from time to time, just to check. Much as I would like to take you out in public naked. Since you’re a bad little boy, I will talk like one, and that means calling me”Mommy” from now on. I started to speak up, but she cut me off. “Stand up and take off your clothes. I sat on the edge of the sofa, trembling with fear and guilt. After lunch, I just went back to my chores. A bit of harmless mischief which I’d apologize for and pretend to be a
