You moms friend

*flash*

You turn suddenly, hearing a click behind you and a flash, only to be blinded by another. Your eyes adjust while you hear “my my, what do we have here? I try to find the bathroom and stumble upon a cute little sissy!”

Your eyes adjust to see Helen, a neighbor at the end of the street who often came over to drink with your mom. She was a petite blonde in her 40s, with an extremely short pixie cut. You stammer, blushing and frozen like a deer in headlights at being caught. Wait… did she call you a sissy? Does she know what sisdies are?

“Too shy to speak? Aren’t you adorable. Tell you what… there are some lovely photos. I might share them with some friends… unless you have something to say sissy?