A Sissy’s Mother’s Wish

I thought for a while about the question I had been asked before answering.

“I really do not know”, I said.

My brother looked me up and down and smiled. “Because it’s fun,” he told me as he jumped off the dresser and twirled around in his pink satin pyjamas, grinning from ear to ear. “Boy’s clothes are just so…” he said, forging a frown, “…boring.” he smiled.”But Girl’s clothes…”