The door to a boy’s room opens and the mother enters.

“Peter, … Oh! Hello, Andrew. I see you boys are having fun.”

Andrew is lying on the bed not wearing any clothes. Peter is straddling him in what is called the cowgirl position. As opposed to Andrew Peter is not without clothes. In his case it’s a very becoming set of mauve bra, suspender belt and stockings.

Mother: “Are you enjoying yourselves? First time? Do you use a condom?”
Peter: “First time. Yes, we use a condom and could you please leave and close the door.”
Andrew: “Second time, Mrs Walker. And yes, we do enjoy ourselves.”
Peter: “Second time? You said I was your first!”
Andrew: “I don’t really count the drunken tryst with Pamela.”
Mother: “Peter, transgender or kinky gay?”
Andrew: “Lucy is a girl.”
Mother: “I want to hear that from Peter, or possibly Lucy.”
Lucy: “I’m a girl.”
Mother: “Tsk, tsk.You have been very good at hiding that. And I don’t mean that in a good way. Keeping something like that a secret is not good for you, not good at all. We’ll talk more about that later. Another thing. Don’t just stop moving. That’s cruel to Andrew. Keep bouncing or at least grinding. See you later boys, eh boy and girl.”

Exit Mother, closing the door.
A few minutes later a girl flings open the door.

Mary: “Peter, Mom says you are fucking in my clothes. Don’t ever take anything without asking me first … Oh, that’s not my lingerie. OH MY GOD it’s to die for. I’d never have thought you had so good taste. Do you have more clothes? That’s good, keep grinding. Boys go crazy for that. Anyway, do you have any other stuff?”
Andrew: “Look at the far right side of her closet.”
Lucy: “Stop it, Andrew. It’s MY stuff, in MY room AND I’m present. Mary it’s where he said. And my name is Lucy.”
Mary: “OH OH OH you really have good taste. Mom said I was to take you shopping but when I look at your stuff I think it’s YOU that should take ME shopping. I love this dress. Can I borrow it? Pretty please?”
Lucy: “Oh whatthehell. Take it but LEAVE and let us alone.”
Mary: “Oh sorry. I forgot. But Andrew doesn’t look like his is losing his …”
Lucy: “OUT!!!”

Another ten minutes later the door opens again and the father enters. Lucy and Andrew have changed to doggy style position.

Father: “Peter, mother told me that you are losing your virginity. She’s arranging a small celebration when you are ready. Not to hurry since she went out to buy a cake. So you just take your time. Finish what you are doing. Shower and get dressed. Peter, could you please put on one of your cute girl outfits Mary mentioned? And if you can, some discreet make-up as well. No hurry though.”
The Father looks at the pair that by now used to interruptions has kept going.
Andrew: “Grunt, grunt, grunt …”
Lucy: ”ah, ah, ah, ah …”
Father: “If Peter is anything like his mother, he likes it slow but with forceful deep strokes.”
Andrew: “She, Lucy is a girl.”
Lucy: Ah . . Ah . . . AH . . . . AAAH . . . . AAAAH . . . . AAAAAAH
Father: “That’s right. Exactly like that.”
Lucy, shaking violently and then collapsing, and Andrew: “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
Father: “Yup, he’s EXACTLY like his mother.”
Lucy: “I’m a girl! And TMI!”
Father: "Sorry Son, eh sorry kid. And you really should have used a condom as well. The bedlinen is really messy. Anyway, when you are ready come down and we’ll celebrate.”

Some time later Andrew and Lucy descend the stairs. Lucy is really cute in her modest(ish) dress. Trying to apply make-up Lucy had realized that there was something her sister could help her with. The afternoon had been crazy, absolutely crazy. Lucy had been so scared to come out to her parents. How it had come about and their reaction was not what she had expected. She had expected to be considered mentally ill. To be honest she wasn’t really sure herself if she was. Normal boys aren’t girls. She was very nervous when entering the dining room. Then she saw her parents and sister (looking very good in her borrowed dress) in their silly paper party hats and the cake. Originally the text had been
Happy
Birth-
day
but that had been modified. The first and third lines were still there but the “Birth” and been replaced by “Fuck”. At that moment Lucy realized that SHE was the sane one in the family.