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It was odd being back in his house, wearing boy's clothing again, speaking in a normal boy's voice. Peter took an additional couple of days off, but eventually went back to school. Everybody wanted to hear the details of his kidnapping. He particularly liked talking about it in front of Elizabeth – he enjoyed saying how he'd been brave, and had never given up hope. Of course, he left out the embarrassing parts; he didn't want any of his friends to know about what he'd done and said. According to Peter, he'd just been trapped in a strange room for a month.

As he was trying to work through a math problem halfway through the day, he started having intrusive thoughts. 'Pretty and sweet,' he thought to himself. 'Ribbons and bows.' NO! he immediately screamed inside his head, and suppressed the thoughts. He gritted his teeth, and focused on his work.

A while later, 'Proper and prim. Fancy sissy dresses' popped into his head. He was visualizing swallowing penis cream. He looked down at his pants, and noticed that they were tenting as he got hard. He mind drifted to fancy dresses and pretty shoes.

Peter left school early that day and walked home. He went into his mother's room and borrowed some of her lingerie from the closet and took them to his room, where there was a large full–length mirror. The lingerie he found was rather conventional – black stockings, a wine–colored bra. They weren't as fancy and pretty as his other things from the metal room. The shoes were also a little big for his feet. However, it would have to do. He considered getting a vegetable from the kitchen and putting it on a pole, but he decided against it: it might be too suspicious. He didn't want his mother finding out about this. 'Perhaps next time I'll do that,' he thought.
As Peter was dressing up, his mother, also home early, quietly closed the front door and went into her darkened bedroom. She pushed back a panel that concealed the one–way mirror that separated her room from Peter's. She watched him adjust the bra, and step into her shoes and garters. Peter spread his legs, smiled, and began stroking his little penis with his thumb and middle finger. He swayed and danced in front of the mirror, raising his limp wrist up to shoulder level.