On the ride home from ballet class, Paul was expecting he'd get the chance to explain what had happened. However, his stomach was growling so much that he couldn't think about anything but food.
'Oh good McDonalds,' thought Paul as his mother pulled into the drive-thru. 'A Big Mac value meal with a chocolate shake would do just the trick.'
"What would you like this evening?" asked the cashier and before Paul could say a single word, his mother began to answer.
"Yes, I would like a Cheeseburger Happy Meal for a girl with a fruit punch to drink for that. Also, a number six with lite lettuce."
"And what to drink with that, ma'am."
"Sprite."
"Would that be all?"
"Yes, please," said Paul's mother.
"Your total is ten-fifty. Please, drive around."
Arriving home, Paul and his mother sat down, ate their dinner in silence and to Paul's surprise the happy meal his mother'd ordered for him filled him up.
"Time for bed, Paula," said his mother an hour late. Hearing this, Paul instantly started to complain that it was still early and that he was older than he looked. That he was a fifteen-year-old boy, not some little girl his mother claimed he was. "Enough of these lies, young lady. I said it's time for you to go to bed, so go upstairs and start preparing for your bath. I'll be up in a minute to help you take your dress off."
Paul didn't argue any further; instead, he turned and ran back to his room to do what his mother had told him to do. Of course, Paul didn't feel at all awkward about his mother drawing his bath, since she'd done it when he was younger.
His bedroom door slowly creaked open as Paul pushed against it. 'What the...?' he thought seeing the room painted in a soft, pastel pink color. The carpet was a perfect shade of white and pink as the curtains. Each of the walls covered with toy dolls and other toys made for young girls.
"Here I come, Paula. You better be ready for me when I get there." Paul shook his head and decided to think about what happened later rather than suffer the wrath of his mother again. Hastily, he started to pull at his black Mary-Jane shoe straps and his ponytail holder.