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Forbidden Fruits
by Heidi
"It's a deal then, guys? Tonight at 11:00 we'll meet in the alley behind our
house. And then we will go to old Mr. Jones' house and strip his tree of all
those lovely peaches!" Mike, who was sort of the leader of the pack, looked
around to see if everyone was in agreement.
John did not like the way things were going. Besides he liked Mr. Jones and
the thought of stealing his fruit just did not seem right.
"And you John?" asked Mike.
"Naw, I don't think I will be going. I don't think it is right", replied John
feeling quite uncomfortable.
"You know, you are just a big sissy! You're scared you'll get caught!"
"It's not that. It's just ...."
John tried to explain but before he could complete, Mike jumped up,
followed by the rest of the gang, and danced around John chanting: "Sissy!
Sissy! Sissy!"
"I'd rather be called a sissy than steal Mr. Jones' fruit!" retorted John
bravely.
Embarrassed, John started to move back to the classrooms. But the gang
kept on shoving him back and forth while chanting "sissy". John started to
cry but fortunately for him one of the teachers came out to see what the
commotion was all about.
"What's going on here?"
"Nothing, Sir. We were just having a bit of fun," replied Mike. Under his
breath he whispered to John: "One word about tonight and you're dead meat,
Sissy!"
"Well you grade sevens must learn to behave yourselves!" replied the teacher.
"Are you OK, John?"
"Yes, Sir", sniffed John as he walked back with the teacher to the
classrooms. He was very conscious of the glares of the gang. For the rest of
the day he was aware of them staring at him and whispering to each other.
John started to worry. Are they going to tease him again after school? As it
was, he had to pass Mike's house on the way home.
When the last class was out, John stayed behind for a while pretending to
take some final notes from the blackboard. Perhaps they would forget about
him. After about a quarter of an hour he started to walk home. As he turned
the last corner before his house, John's heart sank into his shoes - the whole
gang was standing on the sidewalk in front of Mike's house. What to do?
Should I go back? John knew that would not work so he took a deep breath
and carried on walking. He tried to look cool but his heart was pounding.
"Hi, guys!" John greeted in his friendliest voice.
"Why, if it isn't Johnny who would 'rather be a sissy than go stealing fruit'
with bad boys like us!" mocked Mike with a scowl on his face.
"But I never said that you were bad guys.."
Again they started to shove him about, chanting "Sissy, sissy, sissy!"
"Well, we just have a plan - if you want to be a sissy, we'll make you one!"
With that they grabbed John by the arms and shoved him into the house.
Once inside they dragged him to Mary's room. Mary was Mike's sister.
"Are you ready Mary, we've got the sissy!" shouted Mike.
John struggled wildly but he was outnumbered. "W w what are you going to
do?" he stammered, close to tears by now.
"Oh look, our sissy is going to cry! Don't worry, you'll see soon enough!"
With that the gang pinned John down on the bed and started to rip off his
shoes and socks. John struggled even more and then one of the gang hit him
in the small of the stomach. Through the sobs and gasps for breath, John
pleaded for mercy but to no avail. He gave up struggling and simply cried
softly to himself. They pulled off his jeans and off came his underpants.
John could not see what they were doing because two were sitting on his
chest to hold him down. But he could feel they were putting some
underclothes and shoes and socks back on. Why would they do that, he
wondered to himself?
Then the gang sat him up and jerked his shirt over his head. It was then that
he noticed that they had put on some of Mary's shoes and socks for him.
"Hey, you can't do that!" exclaimed John and he started to struggle again.
"Shut up, Sissy!" someone shouted and slapped him in face that his ears
rang. John was sobbing and moaning. "All right Mary, bring the sissy his
beautiful dress!" ordered Mike. Mary pulled a long blue summer dress over
John's head, straightened it out. She then pulled up the zipper at the back,
pulled the waistband really tight and tied it with a bow behind his back. John
could not see, but she quickly put in a few stitches with a needle and thread
that she had ready so that John would not be able to undo the bow or the
zipper by himself.
"All right, you can stand up, Sissy. Let's see how pretty you are!" ordered
Mike and they jerked John to his feet. John simply stood there with his head
down, sobbing quietly.
"He makes quite a pretty sissy, don't you think guys?" They all laughed and
agreed.
"But she needs some makeup, don't you think?" asked someone. "Yes!
Yes!" everyone agreed.
Mary quickly ran to her mother's room and came back with some lipstick and
nail polish.
"Pout your mouth, Sissy!" By now John was too dejected to resist and he
complied meekly. Mary put on several layers of lipstick - she had selected
her mother's reddest lipstick! While the boys held his hands steady, she
applied some of her light pink nail polish to his nails and dried them with her
hairdryer.
"You said you'd rather be a sissy - now you really are one! Sissy! Sissy!"
mocked Mike as he pulled John over to the wardrobe mirror so that he could
see himself.
"Oh no, I didn't deserve this. I didn't mean to upset you, Mike. Honest I
didn't! Please let me go!" John pleaded.
"Why sure", Mike replied sarcastically, "we were planning to let you go now
anyway. Weren't we, guys?"
Everyone nodded in agreement. With that they started to lead John to the
front door.
"But my clothes? I still need to change back to my clothes!" cried John.
"Oh no, sissies are not allowed to wear boys clothes! You are going home
like that!" the gang laughed together. They shoved the still protesting John
through the front door and locked it behind him.
John started to pound on the door, shouting for them to let him in.
"Go ahead and shout! That will really attract attention to our little sissy!"
mocked Mike.
John realized then that Mike was right. He looked furtively up and down the
street, and with tears streaming down his eyes he made a dash for home
which was four houses further down the street. He ran up the walk to the
front door, fumbled with his key and then threw it open and rushed in. For a
second he stood still in the entrance hall, breathing heavily and his heart
pounding, trying to hear if the gang had followed him home.
Just then his mother came in from the kitchen to greet him.
"Good heavens, John, what on earth?" she exclaimed.
"Oh mother!" John ran to his mother, hid his face in her apron and sobbed
uncontrollably.
"There now, there now!" said his mother soothingly as she held him tight and
rubbed his back. She allowed him to cry for a while. Slowly John started to
calm down, just giving the occasional big sob. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'll
make us some hot chocolate and you can tell me all about it!"
She dried his eyes with Kleenex, got him to blow his nose. "There, that's
better. And now give me a big smile!"
John managed a smile and then she took him by the hand and led the way to
the kitchen while John told his story in between the sniffles.
"Well I think you were quite right, and very brave, to not go along with
gang. I will warn Mr. Jones about their plan."
"But Mother, they said they would kill me if I said anything about it!" John
protested anxiously.
"Don't you worry, John. We'll do it in a way that they will never know how
it happened."
John relaxed again and sipped his hot chocolate. It made him feel better
already. His mother was watching him. He was such a good boy, but so
sensitive. What a pity that he hadn't been able to make friends with someone
more like him. She had to quickly suppress a smile because she thought that
he actually looked quite pretty in the dress and the cute white Mary Jane's and
the tear-streaked cheeks that were red from all the excitement.
"Oh look your glass, John! You've become quite a little lady!" exclaimed his
mother.
John looked at the glass amazed. The lipstick imprint of his lips were
glaringly visible. "Mother!!" cried John shocked while he quickly tried to
rub off the marks. In the anxiety of running home, he had already forgotten
about the lipstick and the nail polish.
"Don't make such a sour face, John, I was only teasing! Now turn around
and let me have a look at you. Come on, silly - it's not the end of the
world."
"OK, just don't laugh at me", John obliged. As he turned around he felt soo
terribly self-conscious and he was blushing furiously.
His mother gave him a big hug. "I love you and won't laugh at you!
Besides I actually think you look quite cute!"
"MOTHERR!!", exclaimed John and blushed even more.
"Come, let's go upstairs and freshen up your face." She took him by the had
and led him up the stairs.
"Not like that, John. You'll trip! You must lift your skirt a little like this!"
warned his mother. John watched his mother and then did the same.
"There, just like a young lady!" giggled his mother. John gave her another of
those looks of dismay but then he also started to giggle as he struggled up the
stairs, not really all that lady-like as he didn't quite have the hang of it yet.
"Hey, let's see you go down the stairs! Remember, lift your skirt with both
hands like this. Come on, just for fun!" his mother urged him.
So John started to go down and nearly fell; his mother steadied him just in
time.
"It's not so easy being a lady, is it?" laughed his mother which made John
laugh as well.
"No, I guess not. But I WILL get it right!" replied John with determination.
After a few more attempts and much laughing he could do it quite elegantly.
"Oh John, that was fun, don't you agree?" sighed his mother. "We've turned
the bad they had planned for you, into something nice."
"Yes, it was fun", John agreed somewhat out of breath.
"Well, let's go to the bathroom and clean up your face."
It was while she was washing his face with a face cloth, that John's mother
noticed the stitches on the bow and the zipper. She smiled as she pictured
what John's reaction would be.
"There - you go and change and I'll meet you in the kitchen and we can bake
some chocolate chip cookies."
"Oh neat! I'll be down in a whiz!" John loved baking cookies so he was too
excited to notice his mother's knowing smile.
She busied herself in the kitchen, waiting for the inevitable.
"Mother! Mother!" shouted John as he rushed down the stairs, forgetting at
first to lift the skirt and nearly falling all the way. "Mother, I can't get it off!"
His mother giggled. "I know, dear. They have stitched up everything so that
you won't be able to take it off yourself!"
"But Mother .... What am I going to do?"
"I thought you looked so cute, it would be nice if you could stay like that for
a while - you'll do that for me, won't you? Pretty please?" pleaded his
mother as she held him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. John had
no chance, he could never say no to his mother when she asked liked that,
and she knew that.
She gave him a hug and said "Oh thank you, John." before he even had a
chance to say anything.
"Come to my room first." His mother was now quite excited. She led him
back up the stairs and smiled as she noticed that he lifted his skirt
automatically. This was really fun.
In the room she made John sit in front of her vanity. "Now close your eyes
and don't look before I tell you to, promise!"
John nodded and closed his eyes. He could feel his mother put something
cool around his neck. And then she clipped something onto first the one ear
and then the other.
"OK, you can look now!. What do you think?"
"Oh Mother, they're beautiful. But it's your pearl necklace and earrings!"
exclaimed John surprised because he knew she only wore them on special
occasions.
She gave John a hug. "I know, but I just knew that they would show off
nicely against the blue of your dress."
"So, come young lady, let's go and bake!" said his mother and gave his hand
a squeeze.
"Motherrr!!" exclaimed John for the umpteenth time but without much
conviction. Somehow he was feeling so elated and was getting caught up in
the game.
"Remember the skirt, young lady!" joked his mother with a giggle.
John lifted his skirt, holding his head high, descended the stairs as elegantly
as he could.
"Now we need to find an apron for the young lady!" as she searched through
the drawer with all the aprons.
They spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, talking and giggling and
laughing like they had never done before. The trauma of the early part of the
day was long forgotten. There was some concern when his father came
home, but she had phoned him and filled him when she had sent John
upstairs to fetch something. His father was somewhat taken by surprise but
did not let on at all. So John stayed dressed until it was time to go to bed.
His mother went up with him and undid the stitches.
"There. Put on your pj's and put the clothes in the wash and then come to my
room."
John struggled a bit with the zipper but soon he was in his pajamas and went
to his mother's room. She took off the jewelry and then cleaned his face with
cleansing cream. She noticed that his lips were still a bit red but hoped that
they would be better by the next day.
Then she took him to his room and tucked him in. She gave him a hug and a
kiss on the forehead: "What a marvelous afternoon! We really had fun, thank
you. I love you!"
"Love you too, Mom." John was so exhausted that he was asleep before his
mother was even down the stairs!
"Well, dear, did you have fun with your daughter all afternoon?" jibed her
husband.
"I don't know why, but I admit I really enjoyed it. You must agree he looked
soo pretty!"
"Well, I dunno. In a way, I guess so. I think it is because you have always
wanted a daughter. But still, it is not right! Tomorrow I am going to talk to
Mike's parents."
"Mmm, we'll see," she replied pensively.
John was up early the next morning and greeted his mother in the kitchen
with a hug.
"Did our young lady sleep well?" she asked with wink.
"Motherrr!" replied John, quite enjoying it.
"Well we better take the nail polish off before you go to school or they will
really tease you. Guess what? I got a phone call from Mike's mother this
morning. Apparently the police just happened to go by Mr. Jones' place last
night and caught Mike and some other boys red handed stealing fruit. They
spent the night in the cells at the station. She wanted to know if you were
also among them. Now I wonder who could have tipped off your Uncle Pete
at the station?"
"Oh Mother, you didn't, did you?" John asked gleefully.
"I did, young lady, I did! And it serves them right!"
John wasn't sure what to expect at school that day but he was strangely
excited. Even after several washings, his lips were still a little red but even
that made him strangely excited. At school everyone was talking about the
gang getting caught and all that. Nobody seemed to have much sympathy
with Mike. It was soon clear that nobody had said anything about what they
had done to John the previous day. During break Mary came to John when
he was alone and apologized for what she had done. She said she could
hardly sleep because she felt so guilty. It was Mike who had talked her into it
- he was such a bully. John told her that it was OK, he understood and
didn't mind.
John found it very difficult to concentrate the rest of the day. His mind kept
drifting back to the fun he and his mother had the previous afternoon. When
he closed his eyes he daydreamed about the pearls and walking down the
stairs and....
John's mother was also thinking of the previous day as she drove to the mall
to buy the groceries. As she browsed through the shops on the way to the
supermarket, she stopped instinctively at the girls dresses.
"Aren't these just adorable?" she thought to herself. "I'd really love to have
had a daughter that I could make pretty!" "No!" she chided herself at the next
thought that came to her mind.
John walked home in a daze. He did not even think about whether the gang
would be waiting for him to get even, but they weren't. Today he was not
running but walking absent-mindly up the driveway of their home and let
himself in.
"Is that you John?" asked his mother from upstairs.
"Yes, Mother!"
"Come upstairs to your room, will you. I have a surprise for you!"
Excitedly John darted up the stairs to his room. In the doorway he froze. On
his bed lay two of the most adorable dresses he had ever seen, and there were
matching shoes on the floor.
"You're not mad at me, are you young lady?" asked his mother hesitantly.
"Oh Motherrrr!" and they hugged for a long, long time.
(fin)
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