She paused for a sip of tea.
“His crossdressing started about the age of four when he decided one day that he wanted to be dressed like Iris. I thought that was a cute idea, so I indulged his fantasy. At first, it was just a sometimes thing, but as he grew older, it became a habit, a habit that I tried to break, with no success, as you know.
“I came home from synagogue one day and found him dressed from the skin out in some of Iris’s best clothing. I paddled his rear end good, but it did no good. So I tried petticoat punishment, and…