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THE MONSTROUS REGIME
By
Heather Alexander
Chapter One
To us it was all just history, what do they say that history is written by
the victors.
I wasn't one of the victors, I was cursed, born male in a society where to
be born female was to be given a winning lottery ticket, they were
smarter, taller bigger and far more aggressive then us poor boys. Oh how I
hated that phrase, 'poor boy.' It really got up my goat but here I was
looking into the mirror. I pulled my long black hair into a ponytail and
fastened it with a black band by pulling my hair back I had revealed my
ears which had a single hole pierced into each ear, I picked up the small
gold earrings and threaded them through the hole first on my right ear
then my left. They had been present from my parents on my last birthday my
sixteenth.
The earrings were in contrast to the rest of my face, unmade-up, I rarely
wore make-up, unlike most of the boys at my school who would never venture
out without there 'war paint', as some jokingly described it, they liked
to be looked at by the girls so would hate to be seen by a girl un-natural
as it were, in case the illusion was shattered and the girl actually got
to see what they were really like.
I finished getting dressed black knee length socks, a black skirt whose
hem came to below my knees so hiding the tops of my socks and sensible
black shoes as directed by the school handbook. White blouses not at all
see thru and a black cardigan buttoned up along with the school tie in
solid red with the school crest in gold in the centre.
Not for me the short pleated skirt that didn't cover the tops of those
thigh high stockings or high-heeled shoes and the black sweaters that were
far too tight and a little short and the white blouse that was not tucked
in and that showed under the hem of the sweater and above the top of the
skirt that was worn around the lower hips, all extremely non-regulation
but they were never ever pulled up for it, oh why should I be bothered
after all the head teacher a woman who spends most of her day ogling these
boys so was far to busy enjoying herself to pick them up for something so
mundane as a non-regulation uniform.
This was the uniform of a certain type of boy at school the type referred
to by both sexes as the sluts. Every school had them I see them around the
town in the afternoons after school came out. The only thing that ever
seemed to change was the school ties if they wore any.
I slipped on my red school blazer and headed down the stairs to get
breakfast before heading off to school.
My sister Laura was already down joining my Mum and Dad, Mum was sitting
at the table drinking her coffee and reading the paper before going to the
office. Dad as always was standing by the cooker preparing breakfast.
"Hi sweetie," he said as I entered the dinning area he was looking up from
the cooker. My father was dressed in an ankle length white dressing gown
he wouldn't get dressed till after we had left the house.
My mother was dressed in a conservative black suit with a white shirt and
blue tie.
Laura was dressed in her usual red sweatshirt and white polo shirt with
school chest of the left breast and black jeans and black trainers the
latest expensive type worn by some basketball superstar I can't quite
remember her name. Who's paid a fortune by the company to endorse their
shoes so that they can rip off the parents of these heroine worshiping
teenage girls? While their produced in third world sweat shops by people
who are paid less than a dollar a day
"Hay bro," she said as I sat down at the table she was smiling at me but
it wasn't a pleasure smile it was a smile of sarcastic satisfaction.
Dad brought over my breakfast and put it down in front of me it was
porridge, oh I hated porridge but Dad made so I would eat it.
"Okay I'd better be off," Mum said putting down her cup and got up she
picked up her briefcase she then gave Dad a kiss before she left the
house.
"You two better be getting on your way or you'll miss your bus," Dad said.
We got up and picked up our bags and left the house and headed for the bus
stop.
I was sitting in class, listen to the teacher as she went on about the
superiority of women, I turned and looked out of the window, when the door
to the class opened. The teacher stopped downing on and turned to speak to
the young man who had entered.
"Robert," she said, looking at me. "You are to go to the headmistresses
office right away."
I got up from my seat and walked to the front of the class, where I joined
the young man and then left the classroom. We walked down the hallway
towards the headmistress's office
Arriving outside the office, he left and I stood there waiting, the door
opened and the headmistresses let me in then she closed the door.
She walked around me and sat down then she looked at me. "Sit down," she
said. I sat down across the desk from her she started to read through some
papers that were sitting on her desk in front of her. "I've sent for you
because it has been reported to me that you have been seen handing out
illegal material on behalf on certain men's rights groups. I want to warn
you that any further incidents of this nature and I'll have to expel you
from this school. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Off course headmistresses," I replied.
"Good you understand me now you can return to your class."
I stood up and walked out of her office and back to my classroom. The
teacher spotted me and nodded so I went in and sat down at my desk.
"So what did the headmistress have to talk to you about?" Paul asked me at
break time.
"She was just warning me about passing masculine propaganda in the school,
if I get caught doing it again then I'll be out," I replied.
"She can't do that, can she?" Paul replied.
"She can do anything she wants to she's the headmistress," I replied, just
I spotted a couple of school prefects coming towards us they were looking
directly at us.
"You'd better go, I'll see you later Paul," I said.
"Okay, I'll come round tonight," he said then he got up and walked away.
The two prefects walked over, "Well, well who have we got here then," one
of them said.
"I think, we have that little boy who thinks that men are equal to women,"
the other one said.
"Are we right do you think that men are equal to women?" No1 said.
I looked up at them, "Yes, I do," I replied I wasn't going to back down to
them.
"Well you know what we should do with him," No1 said.
"What's that Diane?" No2 replied.
"Well Rachel, we should get him married off, have him squeeze out a few
puppies and he'll be too tired and needy to spout all this masculine
equality crap," Diane said.
"Yea that would do it, he'll be dependent on a woman and he's have all
those hormones running through his body that would really fuck him up. Not
to mention that he's grow as big as a house and we all know what slaves to
their body image men are, he'd never want to leave the house. So that's
what we'll do," Rachel said.
"Unfortunately Rachel, who would want him now after all this?" Diane said
then they walked away laughing. I tried not to cry so I got up and walked
into the school and went into one of the boy's toilets.
As the door closed behind me, I saw him standing there in front of a
mirror he was fixing his make-up. John Andrews, whom the girls refer to as
the school bike, he was my nemesis, he was everything that I detested. He
worm a very short tight skirt, stiletto heeled shoes, long blonde hair,
heavy make-up and a tight blouse to show off his cleavage. Whenever a
woman was around he started flirting with her, batting his long eyelashes
and making out that he's an airhead, which of course he is but he really
puts it on whenever women are around.
He saw the reflected in the mirror out of the corner of his eye then he
smiled and turned his head to look right at me.
"Well, have you been spreading anymore that that equality nonsense
lately?" he asked.
Then I knew he had told them, I knew that some of the boys were too far
gone to want it to change but I didn't expect that they would have turned
me in.
I walked over to him, putting my hand on his right shoulder I pulled him
around so that he faced me. "It was you wasn't it you turned me into the
headmistress?" I said.
He brushed my hand away from his shoulder and turned back to the mirror to
work on his make up. "Why would you think that I would do that?" he said
smiling.
I had to stop myself from slapping him silly, "you don't want change, and
you don't want men to be seen as anything other than weaker. Cause if that
happened you'd have to do something instead of getting women to protect
you," I said.
He stopped what he as doing and turned around to face me and smiled. "You
know, your right. See this body," he said putting his hands on he hips and
giving them a little shimmy and jutting out his bust. "This body is
designed for just one thing that's pleasing women I like the way that they
look at me, whenever I walk past them, there eyes follow me. In classes I
can even make the teacher stutter simply by crossing or uncrossing my
legs. That is real power Robert," he said smiling.
"Your, just a slut and you drag the rest of us boys down with your
antics," I replied.
"That's your problem you can't get the girls to even look at you. Why
don't you let me give you a makeover, your not that unattractive, a bit of
make up do something with your hair and you'll never know you could even
get a date," he said with a cruel smile plastered on those red lips.
I wanted to smash his face in but I just stood there as he finished his
make-up then turned and walked out of the toilet.
Watching him go I went over and rant eh warm water tap then washed my
face, trying to hide the tears.
I walked out of the toilet and joined the school and walked along to my
next class, as I did so I saw John go all boyie on a girl, he started to
touch her arm and bat his eyelashes and go all coy, then she said
something and he burst out laughing and he threw his head back with his
long hair flying over his shoulders.
I just walked on heading to my next class the one I dreaded most Gym
class, I walked into the changing room and sat down on the bench. The
other boys in he class slowly arrived, like me most boys hated gym class.
Chapter Two
Eventually I had to get changed and I opened my bag and took out my gym
clothes and placed them next to my bag. I took off my uniform and put on
the white T-shirt and red pleated gym skirt and slipped my bare feet into
the white trainers.
Then I joined the rest of the boys and we walked out of the changing rooms
and entered the gym, we sat down and waited for the teacher to come.
He eventually arrived, he was young just out of teacher training college,
he was dressed in a white sweatshirt over a black pleated gym skirt and
white trainers with white ankle socks. His long black hair was tied back
into a long ponytail that reached halfway down his back.
"Okay class gather round."
We all sat around his feet as he took the attendance, ticking off our
names on a sheet that he held on a clipboard.
"We'll start on netball today. So up and I'll split the class into tow
teams."
We stood up and he numbered us either one or two, then we split up into
the designated teams and started to warm up at either end of the gym,
which had netball hoops attached to the wall.
The teacher designated our roles in the team and then blows his whistle to
start the game.
I have to sat here that team sports are not my thing and predictably I was
a disaster I was caught twice for running with the ball and my passing was
lets say off target at best most of the time, I was constantly being
shouted at by my team mates I just wanted the game to be over, which
thankfully it was when he blows the whistle after what must have been ten
minutes of play.
"Robert, sit down. Marcus your on," he said pointing to one of the other
boys sitting on the bench as there were too many boys for the proper teams
there were three substitutes per team, so I was being benched. I felt both
humiliated and relived, as I was so bad the teacher had to take me off and
I was relived to be off the court. Sitting down I watched the rest of the
game, my team still lost but were much better without me.
After gym I got dressed in the uniform and went and went to the library I
found a seat and sat down and opened my books and started to read through
my English homework.
"How was gym?"
I looked up and saw Paul standing there he pulled out a seat and sat down.
"As bad as ever."
"Do you want to come over this weekend?" Paul asked.
"Sure."
"Great. So how's the homework coming?"
"Okay nearly finished how about you?"
"Not even close."
"Here copy mine," Paul said and handed over the homework to him. They
worked for another thirty minutes then decided that it was time to go
home. As they walked out of the of the school they saw John and one of his
friends they were with a group of girls and they were being pawed by what
looked like the leader John was all over this girl. They tried to get away
without being seen but just as they made it to the school gates John
shouted over, "There goes the homos. So how's the girl this relationship?
Why don't you come over here and I'll have Stacy and Amy show you what
it's like to be with a real woman."
"Just ignore him," Paul said as I turned to go over there.
I was fuming all the way home I ran up stairs to my bedroom and crashed on
to the bed. Picking up the remote control turned on the TV I don't know
why all the men are just bimbos and the adverts just play up to this
stereotype of the male as a sexual plaything or that of house proud
fathers. I mean there one for a new car it a sport car and what have they
got selling it but a man spread over the bonnet wearing nothing but a
bikini. The shows are just as bad men are relegated to the role of whore,
mother or girlfriend. Two examples Baywatch and Star Trek the men are
simply there as eye candy wearing next to nothing. In Baywatch its all
thong bikinis and being helpless in need of rescue by the leading woman.
As for Star Trek they look like some kind of cosmic cheerleaders and the
male aliens seem only to be there so that they can get off with the
captain she's always got at least two men on the go at once. I suppose if
that's what men see can I really expect anything to change is it me that's
wrong to want something different?
I flicked through the channels not really looking when I can across the
thing I really despised it was the Mr. Europe beauty contest it was being
televised in prime time. There were competitors from all the countries
that made up the European Federation.
They were all lined up dressed in swimsuits and heels all with the same
fake smile plastered across there perfect mouths showing their perfect
teeth as the camera gave a panned close up of each as the voice over gave
us some details about each of the contestants. The camera stopped at the
picture of a stunning blonde dressed in a yellow bikini and the sash
across his chest read Mr. Sweden. On his wrist was a disc that read 14
"Erik Petrason is twenty-four years-old and a secretary in Stockholm, his
hobbies include swimming, reading and horse ridding, he hopes that he can
work with children and prays for world peace." The television commentator
said.
The camera then moves down the line to the next contestant the contrast
couldn't me more stark, he was wore the sash of Mr. France he was a tall
black man with long glossy black hair that hung way below his shoulders
his skin contrasted with the red of his bikini as well as the sash he wore
a number 15 on a wrist band.
"Jean Teagan is a twenty-three-year-old student from Paris he's studying
fashion and design, his parents are from Senegal and his hobbies include
panting and writing poetry."
The camera lingered on him for a second then moved on to the next one
number 16 he was Mr. Germany another blonde wearing a green bikini.
"Michael Voss twenty-one-years-old a trainee teacher from Bavaria, his
father was Mr. Bavaria 1978. His sister is the international football star
Inga. His hobbies include aerobics and reading. He hopes to become a
primary school teacher."
After the swimsuit section there was a evening gown section then their was
the first set of eliminations Germany France and Sweden all made it
through to be joined by Ireland, Spain, England, Scotland, Russia, Finland
and Greece. There was a national costume section another evening gown and
finally the second swimsuit section before the final set of eliminations
the finally four were Sweden, Scotland, France and Russia.
The woman who was acting as MC, an older television news anchor who was
very much in her element surrounded by all these young attractive men
dressed in very little.
The MC walked over to Mr. Russia he was shorter than most of the
competitors left he was dressed in a royal blue bikini. "Mr. Russia was
Aleixi Puskin a eighteen-year-old with long dark hair. He was formally a
student with the Kirov Ballet in St. Petersburg now an airline steward.
His hobbies include ballet and gymnastics." The television commentator
said
The last of the four was Mr. Scotland he was a redhead with piercing green
eyes he was dressed in a green swimsuit he was number 29. "Mr. Scotland
was James McAllister, twenty-years-old nursery nurse who works with
disabled children in Edinburgh. His hobbies include cheerleading and keep
fit."
I watched with growing uneasy partly due to the competition and partly due
to my need to watch as these young men paraded round for a group of judges
made up of women who are loosely considered celebrities.
The television commentary ramps up the tension as the time ticks away for
the decision to be unveiled.
All four-finalist line up now dressed in evening gowns the camera pans
down the row as they stand there waiting for the decision to be announced
I could see the tension on their faces even though they were trying hard
not to show it.
The MC came to the front of the stage.
"The results will be announced in reverse order so third runner up is?Mr.
Russia," the MC said. There was an explosion of applause as he burst into
tears and started to hug the other competitors then he walked forward and
collected his tiara and flowers from one of the judges a faded singer in
her early fifties.
The camera returned to the MC, "The Second runner up is.." The camera pans
across the remaining competitors they were all holding hands. "Mr.
Scotland." Again there was an explosion of applause as he hugged the
others and walked forward to be presented with his prize from another
judge, another old television variety presenter.
"First runner up and if the winner cannot carryout the duties of Mr.
Europe then he will step up to the tile.."
Again the camera focuses on the too people they were in an embrace as they
would find out how has won the title as well as the first runner up.
"Mr. Germany."
There was a momentary look of disappointment on the face of Mr. Germany as
he was hugged by Mr. Sweden then he regained his composure and walked
forward to collect his prize.
The camera returns to the face of Mr. Sweden who was now full of tears as
he comes to terms with his victory.
"This means that the winner of the title of Mr. Europe is Mr. Sweden."
He finally walks down to the front of the stage and is seated in the
throne where he was joined by the regaining Mr. Europe Thomas Elenberg he
was dressed in a beautiful white asymmetric dress that hugged his body
like a second skin on his head was the diamond tiara. He helped him to
remove his sash and replaced it with the Mr. Europe sash and placed the
tiara on his head he was crying again as the other contestants gather
round the chair then he stood up and did the winners paraded down the
stage to where the ranks of photographers were placed I saw the bright
flashes as the cameras went off, he was beaming as he moved over to the
front of the stage so that the audience could have a better look at him.
He was then interviewed by a woman from the television he was going on
about his surprise at winning the title and what his plans for his period
as the reigning Mr. Europe. I switched it off and lay in my bed staring up
at my ceiling.
I found my self standing on a stage dressed in a pink bikini that showed
off a rather larger cleavage than I remembered and my hair was longer than
I was used to and hanging freely around my shoulders I could feel the
stands brushing across my bare skin it felt good then I heard the sound of
the audience and I looked down I had a sash like the contestants on the
beauty pagent across my body and I looked at my wrists I had a disc with
the number 7 on it. Looking around I could see both Paul and John they
were dressed in similar outfits Paul was dressed in aqua blue his disc had
the number 9 on it, while John was dressed in a red bikini if you can call
it a bikini it was more like a couple of stings strategically placed to
cover his modesty he wore a disc with the number 1 on it. He was standing
with his friends who were not in the competition and he was giving Paul
and I a quick look and they were giggling at us.
"He thinks he's got it in the bag."
"We'll, doesn't he after wearing that, that piece of cloth he's calls a
bikini if I wore that my mother would ground me for ever."
"Me too but he's just loving the attention that he's getting from everyone
did you see the judges they were practically drooling as he walked across
the stage."
Next we were standing on the stage still dressed in our swimwear when the
MC the one from the competition stepped forward to announce the results.
"Second runner up is Paul."
We hugged and he stepped forward, "that means that the winner of the title
is John Andrews."
He turned and looked at me and smiled a gloating sneer as he walked
forward to collect the winners sash and the crown. I suddenly awoke almost
jumping out of bed I looked over at the clock on my bedside table it read
5.30am. I rolled back over and tried to get to back to sleep.
My alarm woke me at 7.50am I managed to pull myself up out of bed and
staggered through to my bathroom and jumped into the shower and let the
warm water wake me up.
Getting dressed I studied my face maybe I should wear a little make-up
just to hide the dark circles under my eyes. I finally decided not to use
any but got dressed and went down the stairs and entered the dinning room
to get breakfast after which I headed for school.
I was sitting in the class watching the teacher as he wrote on the board.
There was a noise of the door opening, they all turned and looked as Ms.
Duncan stepped in followed by a girl she was gorgeous, short black hair
and green eyes, all the boys stiffened as they walked into over to the
teacher.
"Morning David sorry to disturb you but we have a new student to introduce
to the class, this is Melissa Seale she's a transfer student," Ms. Duncan
said.
"Hello Melissa, I'm Mr. Scott please take a seat," David said.
She walked up the back and found an empty seat as she moved all the boys
watched her intensely I followed her with my eyes, until I found John
Andrews he was a bit of a tart he was staring at her I could tell the
thoughts that would be going through his small mind would be, how to get
her to notice him. For the first time I really hoped that she would be
different from the other girls and see right through him.
I started to get a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach when I though
of her with him. How could that be I didn't know her but I wanted to
really get to know her, for the rest of the class I couldn't concentrate,
it was all a daze.
I felt a release when the bell went to end the class I collected my things
and left the classroom.
I could see her walking along alone done the corridor, part of me wanted
to go up to her and introduce myself but I didn't really know what to say
and before I could move I watched horrified as John went up to her and
introduced himself.
I was nearly physically sick as I watched him go through his usual
routine, I'd seen him perform it on a countless number of girls but what
was this. My heart jumped a little Melissa had just brushed him off and
was walking away from him.
I knew it she was different, John just stood there looking dumbfounded at
what had happened I couldn't remember when it hadn't worked so I could
understand the shock that I suspected that he was feeling right at the
moment.
However I was feeling the sense of exhilaration, what could be happing to
me why should a complete stranger's rejection of the school bike make me
feel great?
Could I be in love?
No I've never even spoken to her but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I
spent the rest of the day thinking about her and watching her. Every so
often I would glance backwards to where she was sitting with all the other
girls.
"God she's hot," Paul said as we watched her standing outside. We were at
a window looking out.
"What do you think Robert?"
"Yes, she's very good looking."
"I hear she's tried out for the basketball team she's supposed to be very
good I ever heard Clair Dolan saying that she'll easily make the squad
this year. If she does I'll be going to watch the games what about you?"
"Suppose I'll go along."
"Yea, right your like the rest of us drooling over her, don't try to say
otherwise Robert remember I've know your entire life."
"Okay Paul, I'll admit it I fancy her but let's face it she's well out of
our league."
"Speak for yourself," and he hit me on the arm.
"Come on do you really think she's ever go out with one of us where
there's John and his like around. All shorts skirts and big tits."
"Maybe she's got better taste than that."
"Please she's a jock aren't all jocks the same. They chase skirts and
drink too much."
"Maybe she's different."
I just looked at him. I hoped that he was right about her but my dealing
with other jocks weren't all that positive.
I was sitting in my bedroom trying to do my homework but I couldn't
concentrate on it instead I was doodling little hearts on the paper and
thinking about her. I had seen her practice with the basketball team and
they were right she was good in fact she was the best on the team. There
was hope that maybe this year we could win the district championship,
which we haven't won in over ten years.
A couple of days later he was sitting in the back of the stands watching
as she went through her paces with the rest of the team they were right
she was by far the best player on the court.
Chapter Three
"Oh, Oh don't look down there but I've just seen John sitting down in the
bleachers," Paul said.
Sure enough there he was sitting right at the front where they could all
see him he was dressed in a tight pair of black lycra shorts and a cropped
top that showed off his figure at his feet where his pom-poms he was the
captain of the school cheerleaders this would give him plenty of
opportunities to get close to her this made me feel really jealous I had
never had the dream of being a pom-pom waving airhead but now I could see
its benefits if the girl you wanted was on the team, most of the team
seemed to go out with cheerleaders and most of the girls who were not on
the team wanted to go out with a cheerleader that was there effect they
dominated female fantasies perhaps it was those short skirts and mid-riff
revealing tops that held the fascination for the members of the female
sex, I however couldn't work it out these were the most boring boys in the
school all looks and no personality I know I've said it before but these
boys gave us all a bad name well at least those of us how didn't consider
being some jocks arm candy the height of achievement.
Just then Robert turned round and looked at us he was smiling that self-
satisfied grin that he usually has when he knows something nobody else
does. The door opened and the rest of the cheer squad entered all dressed
similarly to him for their practice they all sat down around him. He
called the teacher over Ms. Hall and they spoke he turned round and
pointed to us she looked up at us.
"You two out of the gym, this is for serious practice not ogling."
We got up and left the gym to the ringing laughter of John and his
friends.
Alma
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