"The boy"
I broke the news to Mom. Told her I now have a male housemale.
"A BOY?!" she shrieked in horror. I had to hold the phone away from my ear for a moment.
"Yes, Mom, a boy."
"You're going to have to be careful about the way you sit and the way you dress."
"What's wrong with the way I dress?!?"
"You'll have to wear a BRA!!!"
"..."
"And then you wash your underwear and hang it out to dry..."
"I'm sure he's seen women's underwear before, Mom."
"Yes, but it'll be hanging on the washing line."
"Mom, are you trying to tell me that he'll see my underthings on the washing line and get excited?"
"No, but it's not decent!"
"Then where do you expect me to hang them?"
"I don't know."
***
Mr TDH helped me to move some stuff to my uncle & aunt's place for temporary storage (till Blink can take them back to his place). So, when Mom & Dad were in town last week, and we were all sitting down to dinner with my uncle and aunt, I told Mom, "Hey Mom, Uncle and Auntie have met my new housemate. You can ask them what he's like."
"The boy??" Mom asked.
"Yup, the boy."
"He's a very nice young man, very sensible," my aunt said.
Giggling at that description, I texted the news to Mr TDH.
"Oh. I guess I should be more open-minded," Mom commented.
But she still keeps referring to him as "the boy". Hehehehehe.