Poor Greg must endure "Lipstick Discipline"
Dave was in the living room, watching TV. I heard that someone was coming in to visit, but I was dressed like a boy, so I didn’t see any reason to panic.
Dave came into our bedroom and said, “Milo’s here. He’s here to see Pamela.”
“What!” I said. “Are you crazy? Tell him to go away!”
“I already told him Pamela’s in the bedroom. Time to put on one of your pretty little dresses, Pamela.”
“I’m not putting on any damn dress!”
“Suit yourself. But I’m taking him in here and telling him you’re Pamela. I might even show him some of your dresses hanging in the closet, if he doesn’t believe me. Why don’t you wear that pretty pink dress you wore to the mall? He thought you looked really sexy in that dress.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh yes I can. I can do anything I want to you. I’m not the one who wears panties and lipstick.”
“You know Mom makes me do that.”
“Fine. I’ll just bring Milo in here and you can explain that to him.”
“No! No! Fine! I’ll—I’ll put on a dress.” I looked down at myself. I hated that I had to do this. Summer vacation was starting in a few weeks, and Mom might even make me dress like a girl for the whole summer. A whole humiliating summer in dresses! And here I was, about to put on one of ‘my’ dresses, without her even telling me to do it. “Tell him to wait. I’ll need at least half an hour to put on my make-up.”
“Whatever you say, Pamela.”
Poor Greg must endure "Lipstick Discipline"
Dave was in the living room, watching TV. I heard that someone was coming in to visit, but I was dressed like a boy, so I didn’t see any reason to panic.
Dave came into our bedroom and said, “Milo’s here. He’s here to see Pamela.”
“What!” I said. “Are you crazy? Tell him to go away!”
“I already told him Pamela’s in the bedroom. Time to put on one of your pretty little dresses, Pamela.”
“I’m not putting on any damn dress!”
“Suit yourself. But I’m taking him in here and telling him you’re Pamela. I might even show him some of your dresses hanging in the closet, if he doesn’t believe me. Why don’t you wear that pretty pink dress you wore to the mall? He thought you looked really sexy in that dress.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh yes I can. I can do anything I want to you. I’m not the one who wears panties and lipstick.”
“You know Mom makes me do that.”
“Fine. I’ll just bring Milo in here and you can explain that to him.”
“No! No! Fine! I’ll—I’ll put on a dress.” I looked down at myself. I hated that I had to do this. Summer vacation was starting in a few weeks, and Mom might even make me dress like a girl for the whole summer. A whole humiliating summer in dresses! And here I was, about to put on one of ‘my’ dresses, without her even telling me to do it. “Tell him to wait. I’ll need at least half an hour to put on my make-up.”
“Whatever you say, Pamela.”