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The Weaker Sex?
By Genevieve
It all started when I took that stupid test back in August. It
was right before the school year started when my mother received
a letter in the mail regarding my academics. Apparently since I
was in the local gifted and talented program, a new charter
school was interested in testing me to see if I qualified for a
scholarship.
"Dave," my Mom asked, "Would you be interested in going to a
private school for your Freshman year of High School rather than
going to public School at North?"
She seemed pretty excited about this, since there was no way she
could afford to send me to a private school without a full
scholarship. Being a single woman who worked a crappy job didn't
offer her offspring many upscale opportunities.
"Sure, I guess," I replied. "I wasn't really that enthusiastic
about going to North."
Truthfully, I was a very good student, but I really didn't fit in
to the decaying urban jungle we lived in. North High really
wasn't much more than a holding pen for people on their way to
county, with a graduation rate of less than 35%. Not exactly
academia. A scrawny, 5'4", 115 lbs bookworm like me was a ripe
target for abuse, and I knew it. Junior high really hadn't been a
lot of fun, and now the creeps I'd have to dodge were going to be
consistently 6 inches taller and 100 pounds heavier.
"Well, then you'll be interested in this." She said as she
proffered a letter and an envelope.
Inside there was a brochure, an application, a letter, and a
return envelope. The brochure showed what appeared to be a rather
nice, but small school, that looked well manicured, almost like a
smaller version of an Ivy League college. I glanced at the
application and letter, and it simply sated that there was to be
a test held at the local High School for gifted students for
entrance into this school, as well as an interview right
afterward. What caught my eye was that if I did well enough on
this, I could have 4 years of tuition, room, board, books,
everything, at this school. I hardly glanced at the name,
"Wollstonecroft".
"Wow," I thought. This was my ticket out of here. In this
neighborhood, it was only a matter of time before I had the bad
luck of catching a random bullet, or the less random mugging
followed by a shiv to the ribs. "Okay Mom, I'll take the test. I
know I'll have to move out if I make it, but I don't know if I'll
ever have a chance like this again."
"I know," she said with a somewhat grim smile, "but I know I
can't provide this for you on my own. I'll take you to the exam.
Just remember, however this turns out, I'll support you."
"Thanks," I said glibly.
At the time, I had no idea how far that support would have to go.
I wasn't at all worried about the test. The local schools weren't
all that challenging since they were interested in turning out a
product and not scholars. I read voraciously all the time on my
own though, and my Mom had always supplied me with whatever books
I wanted. Usually in class all I did was read them on my own,
having long since finished any work that had been assigned.
The test rolled around on Friday, and I had finished the
application well in advance, and very neatly using an old IBM
manual typewriter. I wore some of my better clothes. They weren't
much to speak of, but I looked presentable.
I didn't want to kill the test and then look like an urchin for
the interview. When I walked in to the classroom at the High
School where the test was being given it took me a minute to
realize that all the gifted students in there taking the test
with me were boys.
"This is sort of weird." I thought to myself. "Usually around
here it's the girls who are more likely to be the good students."
Then it dawned on me that this wasn't a co-ed school. Of course.
Duh! No wonder there hadn't been a block for "SEX" on the
application.
At the front of the room there was a very attractive looking
woman, who appeared to be just out of college by her age. Despite
her attractiveness, she looked somewhat severe in her gray
businesslike skirt and white blouse, and ill at ease, as if she
weren't really comfortable here for some reason. I thought for a
moment that the room seemed fine, then my thoughts shifted to the
massive test on the table in front of her. I took a seat near the
front of the room and sat down, nibbling nervously on the eraser
No. 2 pencil I had brought with me. A few minutes passed and a
few more students shuffled in. Finally, the woman stepped forward
and addressed us.
"Good Morning. My name is Ms. Madsen and I will be administering
this test today. This is a comprehensive exam, covering Math,
Science, English, History, Spatial Relationships, Logic, and
Vocabulary. It is timed. Try to finish as quickly as possible,
since you will receive additional points for each minute you
finish early. After you have finished, go down the hall to the
left, and go to room 115. Knock on the door, request permission
to enter from Ms. Dobbins, and she will conduct your interview. I
don't have to remind you that if you are caught cheating here
today, you will be removed from this room, and will be removed
from all consideration for enrollment at this school. Are there
any questions?" She looked around for a moment. "Alright, pass
the test around. Do not open it or begin until I tell you to."
She handed the stack to a boy I vaguely knew from another school
in the district, and the stack was quickly distributed. "Alright,
begin."
I tore into it, and I was shocked. This thing looked frightening.
I thought I would be lucky to answer 60% of the questions
correctly. Ms. Madsen wasn't kidding that this thing was
comprehensive. Hours passed, I sweated and worked until I felt
numb when I finished. Surprisingly, I was the first to hand it
in, in the room.
'Oh well,' I thought 'I guess what I don't know helped me finish
more quickly.' The other boys in the room looked strained and
grim too, though, giving me a little hope.
I left the room, took a left and went to go find Ms. Dobbins. It
wasn't hard, but I had to stop for a second to remember to knock
before I went in.
I lightly tapped on the frosted window and asked "Ms. Dobbins,
may I come in?"
A firm voice replied, "Yes, please come in."
It looked to be the vice principal's office, with a desk and a
relatively comfortable chair placed in front of it. Ms. Dobbins
was sitting at the desk. Ms. Dobbins was older, perhaps in her
mid 40's, but very attractive as well. For some reason she
brought to mind Sigourney Weaver. She was wearing a professional
looking outfit similar to Ms. Madsen's, but she looked at me with
outward warmth, though I could feel her sizing me up. Oddly, it
felt like a physical examination, as if she were watching how I
moved, how big I was, almost like a piece of meat. The moment
passed, and the look faded from around her eyes and mouth.
"Please, have a seat. I have all your applications here. You must
be David."
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
She scribbled something on the note pad in front of her. "Good
manners for one your age. Excellent, albeit uncommon these days.
You have excellent grades, but I want to know a bit more about
you. For instance, at Wollstonecroft you will be required to
participate in sports. Which ones do you think you would like?"
Again, the look of scrutiny returned, and I knew I was being
tested.
This wasn't a good line of questions for me. I was no physical
specimen, and knew I'd never be much bigger. I swallowed hard and
decided that honesty was the best policy as my grandfather used
to say, plus it makes remembering what you said a lot easier.
"Well, ma'am, I know I'm not real big, so I would rather do
things that don't require a lot of size. Gymnastics in the
winter, I suppose, and cross-country in the warmer months,
especially since I like being outdoors a lot. Not that you could
tell in this city." I smiled wanly at my attempt at humor.
"Hmm, good." She took a few more notes. "Do you consider yourself
flexible? Will you make changes in your life easily?"
"I think so ma'am. I am going off to boarding school pretty
quickly." More notes. I was a little nervous, but hiding it well
I thought.
"When you start something, do you finish? Say, for instance, a
model or a puzzle?" she queried, looking at me intently.
"Absolutely ma'am. It really bothers me when I don't finish
something, anything really." A light lit behind her eyes, and the
next question felt almost a formality.
"At Wollstonecroft we wear uniforms that are a bit traditional.
You will be required to wear them. Does that bother you?"
"Not really ma'am," I replied, "since the hand me downs I wear
now are pretty ugly, plus I don't dare wear nice clothes since it
would draw bad attention to me in this neighborhood."
No more notes were taken, and she chuckled. "I can certainly see
that. I can't tell you how you just did on the test, but I will
tell you that as far as this interview is concerned, you are an
exceptional candidate for our school."
I sat upright, an unbidden smile showing through. "Really? Thank
you! I'm really anxious to be a part of Wollstonecroft. I'll do
anything to get a good education and get away from here forever."
Ms. Dobbins smiled. "I'm certain you are. In fact, that's just
the spirit we need."
PART II
The test results arrived only a few days later. This place sure
worked fast. I retrieved them from the mail and hurried upstairs,
anxious to see how I had done. I gave in to anticipation and
literally tore open the envelope. I was stunned. I had scored in
the top 5th percentile. It took me a moment to realize that there
was a letter in the remains of the envelope along with the print
out of the results. I unfolded it, and read onward.
Congratulations on being accepted to Wollstonecroft
Academy! You are taking an important step in your life,
which will change it forever. You will be challenged
continually, but we are sure you will emerge as one of our
best and brightest, a true herald of the future of our
society. Report to the Old Main building on September 1st.
You will not need anything besides the clothes on your
back. The Academy will provide everything else that you
need. Please bring your Academic, Medical, and Dental
records with you. Good luck, and again, congratulations. We
have the greatest hopes for you and the rest of your
class."
Sincerely,
Dr. Donna Dobbins
Superintendent Wollstonecroft Academy
I could scarcely believe it. I had made it! I had though that
test had finished me, but I guess it was just meant to be hard.
When my Mom arrived home, I showed her the letter.
"I'm sorry I have to go Mom, but I need this." I felt heavy at
saying this, but I remained excited about my future.
"Dave, I'll have a hard time with you leaving, but this what's is
best for you. I'll go with you and give whatever parental consent
forms they need." She paused a moment, then hugged me. I was the
same height as her, and I secretly suspected I might not get much
taller.
The last weeks of summer passed quietly. I stayed out of trouble,
and tried to catch up on things I thought I might have missed at
the lousy junior high I had gone to. When it came time to go, it
was very anti-climactic. We got up very early in the morning,
around 3 AM. I followed the instructions in the letter, took
nothing but a decent set of clothes, (which I wore), and my Mom
drove me off in our beat up Honda Civic wagon. It was nearly a 5
hour drive to get there, and I was tired. I couldn't sleep
though. I was just too excited. The miles rolled by, and I
couldn't help but let my brain mull over all the possibilities
this place would have for me.
We finally arrived, right on time and parked outside the Old Main
building. There was a long line of boys, waiting in line to go
inside, all wearing various clothes. I guess they were all
registering just like me. We got in line and I looked them over.
The other boys were all very different in most respects, all
races, I even saw a yamaka being worn by someone in the crowd.
They all had some things in common, which made me wonder, but
only for a second. No one appeared to be wealthy, and none of
them were very tall, and almost all of them were thin, with a few
average builds among them. No overweight kids. Well, I guessed
the wanted people to be physically fit, but short. Hmm. Maybe all
us little guys were just drawn to academics since we weren't good
at any of the boy things to do out there.
We reached the front desk after a while, and here's where they
split us up. A very beautiful brown haired girl sat behind the
desk, handing out forms for people to fill out, and directing the
boys to the right, parents to the left to fill out paperwork. She
had wide, brown eyes and a bit of sadness there too, as she
watched the parents and teenagers hugging before they parted.
My Mom sighed, gave me a big, long hug, "I'm proud of you, but I
really will miss you. What you're doing makes you one of the
bravest people I have ever known." I could tell she wanted to
cry, and was a bit embarrassed. She tried to put on a good face,
took the paperwork for her, and said "I'll see you at
Thanksgiving. I know you'll study hard. I'm just afraid I won't
recognize you then!"
I supposed she felt like I was growing up too fast, but her
comment made me a bit uneasy. Wouldn't recognize me? The girl
behind the desk motioned me to the right, and I went around the
corner. The line continued there into what looked like a lobby,
where other boys were sitting around talking. A short woman of
Asian descent in a nurses scrubs motioned to me to come over to
her.
"Your medical records please?" she said with outstretched hand.
"Oh, yes. Here they are." I replied somewhat out of it. There was
a lot to take in at the moment.
"Okay David, have a seat over there please. We'll call your name
when we're ready for the medical exam." She said, pointing to a
somewhat unoccupied portion of the room. I sat down next to
another boy, who looked to be Hispanic.
"Hi." I said. "My name's Dave."
"Martin," he replied. "Where you from?"
"The DC area. How about you?"
"Well, my folks are from Mexico, but I grew up in Phoenix. What
do you know about this place?" Martin asked.
"Well, supposedly this is a top college pep school. I don't know
for sure about anything though. Just that it has to be better
that the public school I would have gone to. This looked like my
best choice." I explained.
"No kidding? Me too. I had to get out of the barrio. My mother
was terrified I'd end up dead like my older brother. Just too
many gangs and drugs."
I didn't have time to ponder what Martin had told me because the
nurse called Martin's name from the door at the back of the
lobby. "I'll see you round later." he said and headed back.
It wasn't more than a few minutes later when the same nurse that
I had met earlier called my name and gestured for me to follow. I
got up and wandered to the back in trail. There were four
different offices back there, one of which's door was open and
unoccupied. It had a standard doctors office furnishing, exam
table, refrigerator, steel tables, and the smell of isopropyl
alcohol. A woman, apparently a doctor by way of her stethoscope,
was outside of it holding the door open for me.
"Hello David. I'm Doctor Stewart. We just need to do an entry
physical exam to make sure you're okay before the academic year
starts. How are you feeling?" she said as she closed the door
behind her.
"Good, but a little nervous about starting here I guess."
"Well, that's normal. I need you to take off all your clothes and
lie down on the table there." She sensed me tensing up at the
suggestion and laughed, "It's no big deal. Trust me, I enjoy this
about as much as you..."
I reluctantly complied, taking off my clothes and laying on the
cold sanitary paper. The nurse who had taken my records was
standing next to the table with my records and a pen. Dr. Steward
took my temperature, blood pressure, and pulse, repeating the
results to the Asian nurse who I had seen when we first came in.
"Just relax now," said the doctor, "I need to take a few
anthropomorphic measurements here."
She started by measuring my facial features, and moved her way
down. Eventually she reached my groin. I was nervous, but I tried
to hide it.
"Testicles descended, not fully matured. Pubic hair light, penile
length 1.5 inches flaccid. David, please answer truthfully, have
you had a nocturnal emission, also called a wet dream?" She
remarked without much interest, as she fondled my cold, scared
manhood.
At this point, she had both my testes firmly in her grasp. Lying
was out of the question.
"Um uh, yes ma'am. I think so." I said, blushing furiously. She
seemed unfazed.
"Do you masturbate?" came the next query.
"I, well, er, yes." I said in very quiet voice.
My skin felt like it was burning I was so embarrassed. Dr.
Steward finally seemed to notice my awkwardness, and moved on to
other portions of my anatomy. She took more measurements,
listened to my breath sounds and chest.
"Roll over please. We need to give you a vaccination booster,
based on your records."
The nurse took a vial out of the refrigerator and unwrapped a
syringe that she had taken from one of the cabinets. The liquid
inside seemed like it was more viscous than I remembered most
vaccinations. Maybe it was just because it was cold. The needle
on the syringe looked really long, so I knew I was getting a deep
one in my butt.
"Just relax David, it will make it hurt a little less. Plus,
you'll bruise up if you're tense back there."
I felt the prick of the rather large needle as it entered my
cheek, and I felt the icy chill of the fluid as it entered me.
For some reason, it excited me a little.
"Okay, we're all done here David. We'll need to see you next
month for a check up. Please make an appointment the front desk
also; we looked at your medical record. You came up as a little
bit anemic. I'm going to write you scrip for that. Okay?"
She scribbled something, then tore it off a pad and handed it to
me.
"Nurse Ngyun will show you the way to our pharmacy here when you
get your clothes back on." I didn't have to be asked twice to do
that, and I was out of that office shortly thereafter.
Nurse Ngyun touched my elbow as I stepped out and pointed to the
right. "The pharmacy is through those double doors. After you've
picked up your iron supplement come back here and we'll have
someone show you where to pick up your uniforms and school
supplies."
"Okay, thanks." I said, somewhat in a daze.
I went back out to the lobby area and made an appointment with
the woman behind the desk for early October. I reversed myself
and went to the pharmacy and was a little surprised to see other
boys in line to the window. Martin was a couple spots in line in
front of me. I wondered what was wrong with him. I guessed that
we all had our own little problems, asthma and such, though. It
only took a moment to hand the slip of paper to the female
pharmacist behind the counter, then get a small bag with a bottle
in return.
"Just read the directions on them dear, okay? Try to take them
with food, and drink plenty of water," she urged me as she handed
me the bag.
I took it and went back to the lobby, where I saw some of the
other boys leaving the building through a side entrance. I
followed them and found myself outside again. This place sure did
look nice, even better than the brochures even. Ivy, trimmed
lawns, maple and oak trees. I felt a rush of gratitude that I was
going to school in a place this nice.
It didn't take long to see where they were going, since there was
another line going in to another old looking building. I placed
myself at the end and looked to see if I recognized anyone. I
didn't. The line moved quickly and I soon found myself inside
looking at what was almost a warehouse of supplies. The boys were
moving along assembly line style receiving all sorts of things.
They first handed me a large bag, plus a few smaller laundry
bags.
I moved along and the next girl behind the row of tables looked
up and asked, "What size undergarments do you wear?"
She looked young, only a few years older than me. I wondered what
she was doing here at a boy's school. Maybe she was a teacher's
daughter or something. She was really pretty though, so I didn't
mind the thought of having other girls like her around.
"Um, 28 waist ma'am." I stuttered a little. You would think this
would be easier after the physical I just had.
"Okay," she said, and reached under the table and handed me a
packed of 10 pairs of white underwear.
They looked a little odd, but I didn't have time to think it over
before I moved down the line. As I moved on down, it was pretty
much the same thing. They asked my size, and gave me more
uniforms. The uniform consisted of what looked like dark blue
shorts, but kind of flared at the bottom. It reminded me of a
skort, actually. The shirts were all white, button down, and
collard. It looked a little big to me, but I'd have to try it on
to figure it out. They also issued a thin belt, and some deck
style shoes and low cut socks. A little weird, but it was all
paid for so I wasn't concerned.
They also gave us bed linens, cleaning supplies for our rooms, a
kind of narrow wristwatch, and a map of the campus. They also
gave me cloths for PE. The running shoes were a non-descript
white, and the shorts and shirt looked a little small actually.
They were white and red, with a crest on the left breast of the
shirt, apparently Wollstonecroft's emblem. When I got to the end
of the line they recorded all the stuff that I had in a folder
with my name on it. Another pretty girl gave me my room
assignment and my class schedule.
"Go on up to your dorm room and get into your school uniform
please. There will be an orientation lecture at 11 o'clock this
morning. You're expected to be in your uniform from here on out,
and don't be late. After orientation you'll have some time to get
lunch and to get your books. After that you can go get acquainted
with the school grounds and some of the other freshmen. Any
questions?"
"Nope, thanks!" I replied.
I hoisted the bag full of stuff onto my back and walked back
outside. I set it down and looked at the map trying to get my
bearings. According to the map there were dorms for people
according to their year, so I was in the freshman dorm. I briefly
wondered what the upper-class would be like and when we'd meet
them. Eventually I figured out where the dorm was and headed off
that way. I wandered in and found my way to my room, 252, on the
second floor. None of the doors had locks. I guessed that they
were pretty serious about an honor code here. Well, I supposed
they didn't call it an academy for nothing.
The room itself was a bit sparsely furnished, but it included all
the basics of bunk beds, an open study area, a bathroom, and a
large window looking out into a long grassy, tree lined plaza.
Some basic appliances were there, like an alarm clock, mop,
broom, dustpan, iron, and other essentials for keeping the place,
and myself, clean and on time. Someone had been there before me,
and had already placed their things in one of the two wall
closets next to the bed. I dropped my bag and began unpacking it
into the closet next to my bed. It didn't take long, since there
wasn't much stuff.
With everything where I wanted it I decided to get into the
school uniform. The underwear was still weird. It was tighter
than briefs would normally be in the front, but there was a
little extra fabric at the hips and right under my backside.
Still, the cotton was a very smooth blend, and felt really nice.
The shorts really were a little flared, with pleats on the sides.
The white shirt didn't seem odd until I tried to button it. The
buttons seems wrong somehow.
'Why the heck we they on the wrong side,' I thought.
Not that it mattered; they still work the same way. Also, there
was no top button on the long sleeve white shirt. I put on the
rest of the stuff and looked at myself in the full-length mirror
across from the closet. I looked a bit like an English schoolboy,
but a little on the sissy side.
'Oh well,' I thought, 'As long as we all look the same no one can
say a thing.'
Right as I thought that, I felt a little nauseous for a moment I
wasn't sure if it was because I was tired, or from the excitement
of the day. My life was changing so rapidly here, that I was
having a hard time taking it all in. I just had no idea how much.
END OF PART II
To be continued?
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