Anthony is off to visit Aunty Susan shortly, but first he has to suffer indignations at the hands of Aunty Angela and his mum

Mrs Green dipped her finger into the antiseptic cream and ran her finger along the crevice at the top of his leg. She rubbed the cream into his skin as he stood there desperately hoping his little willy would not respond to the touch of his mother as she lifted it to rub in more cream. She paused. Her finger and thumb lifting his willy upwards. "Oh, what do we have here? Three dirty looking curly hairs, no, no we can't have those. Aunty Angela, come and hold this a moment please.

Angela had been enjoying his obvious discomfort watching his mother put cream on his private region, but she was overjoyed to be, "called into action," so to speak. Angela took hold of the tip of his pee-pee and lifted it upwards. "No mum please, don't let her mum, I…"

The deeply embarrassed boys pleadings counted for naught.

"Nothing to worry about, precious, we'll soon have you nice and tidy down below again."

Angela added, "keep still, Anthony, you don't want the scissors to slip, do you?"

His mother took hold of his meagre, newly grown pubic hair and held it until it was taut enough to pull his skin upwards. She wielded the scissors once, then twice. After the third time she rubbed her hand across the now hairless area.

"There now, nice and smooth again. We'll have to keep a close eye on that area from now Aunty Angela." Angela was thrilled that she had been included and gleefully followed as Mrs Green ushered the naked Anthony into his bedroom. Once again she was taken aback at what she saw. Angela was astonished at the appearance of the fifteen year old's bedroom, Sesame Street themed throughout, it was infantile in the extreme. The bed was a young child's bed, only two feet six wide and, laid out on top of the Sesame Street bedclothes was what Anthony's mother called his "visiting outfit."

On top of the bed was a pair of yellow, pleated shorts with large buttons on the waistband. There was also a white, frilly shirt with short sleeves. The edges of which were trimmed yellow to match his shorts and, no doubt, make him look even more ridiculous.

His mother sounded genuinely excited as she urged Anthony to get dressed quickly.

"Come along, into your lovely visiting outfit, I know it is one of your favourites." Anthony looked at his mother, then at Angela before replying nervously, "it used to be mum, a few years ago, but I think I am a bit too old to wear it now."

Mrs Green was suddenly quite tearful. "Why, I don't know, I spend all this time looking after you and making you nice things to wear, and all you do is criticise and complain." She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. "S-s-s-sorry mum," he stuttered.

Anthony hated upsetting his mum and Angela stood and watched fascinated as he stood compliantly and allowed his mother to dress him in a white vest and underpants set that a ten year old would have refused to wear. Mrs Green pulled the frilly shirt over his head. The buttons only extended halfway down the shirt and she buttoned it up all the way to the neck, slapping his hand away as he tried to help, before lovingly smoothing down the floppy Peter Pan Collar. Next, she stepped him into the yellow shorts that were longer than his school, "play" shorts.

Angela noticed the pleats at the front and looked on in amazement as his mother buttoned the shorts onto buttonholes that were sewn into the hem of his frilly shirt. White knee socks, again with yellow trim at the top and a pair of red, crepe soled Clarks sandals, completed his "visiting outfit. 

"There now, Aunty Angela, doesn't our little boy look smart? Be a soldier for Aunty Angela precious." Anthony turned crimson yet again as he was asked to stand to attention, the palms of his hands were pressed firmly against his sides as Angela inspected him. She thought he looked absurd. A fifteen year old boy dressed like a toddler from the nineteen fifties was a strange sight to say the least. But… she loved it.

She loved the way his mother appeared not to realise how much she was humiliating and infantilising her son and for whatever reason she loved being part of it and wanted more.

"He certainly does look smart Mrs Green, very smart indeed. You are such a lucky little boy to have such a lovely visiting outfit Anthony." She said, lifting his chin up with her fore finger to look him directly in the face as she spoke. She walked around him, just like an officer inspecting her troops.

"Perhaps I can improve his appearance just a little bit Mrs Green." Angela picked up a hairbrush from the dresser and with a few deft strokes curled a lock of his hair down, and across his forehead. "How does that look?" she asked, knowing full well that she had just taken another two years off Anthony's appearance.

His mother clapped, prompting her hapless son to answer his new Aunty. Anthony stood there, a fifteen year old dressed as a toddler, his arms pressed firmly to his sides as his mum and Angela stood smiling at him expectantly. In his head, his inner thoughts screamed out for him to end this nightmare, but then his voice whispered a barely audible.

"Thank you for doing my hair for me Aunty Angela."

His mother reached out to Anthony. "Come along and take mummy's hand, it's time we were off to show Aunty Susan your lovely visiting outfit and to find out why she was so keen to see us this afternoon."