Then he feels her fingers close over his stiffness: clasping, moving his cock to one side and back, then squeezing him before letting go.

Her lips are pursed as she stands up again looking all innocent. Miss Tavistock has the jacket in black satin, in a bolero style. His eyes are so filled he can scarcely see to thread his arms in, and it’s the look in his mother’s eyes – of triumph and superior satisfaction – that delivers the final wound to his shattered sex. Melvyn looks down his bolero, his blouse, his kilt and his petticoats, and knows that he has been turned into a girl in Pretty Kilting.