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FIRST TERM AT MAIDMENT GIRLS SCHOOL FOR BOYS! By Sylvia Who? 1. My Dirty Protest "Wake up young man, we are nearly there!" In response to Aunt Polly's strident voice I opened my eyes and peered through the rain-soaked windscreen, and in the glare of the headlamps fleetingly read "Maidment School for Boys" as the car drove swiftly up the drive towards the brightly lit three storey buildings which were to be my second 'home' for the foreseeable future. I was scarcely given a cursory glance by the welcoming committee, although the headmistress and matron greeted my Aunt like a long-lost friend. So having said my farewells to 'Aunty', and been handed my overnight case, she disappeared into the headmistress's rooms, while I was surprised to find myself being escorted by a young girl of about my age wearing a large fussy fancy lace apron over a blue candy striped dress across the school forecourt and into one of the dormitory buildings and shown into an expensively furnished bedroom on the first floor, numbered '3b'. We were met by matron, who dismissed the girl, while I found myself 'stripped searched', washed and scrubbed, and eventually tucked up in bed and given a hot drink, before being left to mull over the strange events of the last week, which ended with an inconclusive conversation on the way to my dorm with "Barbara" who was evidently in my class but all I could get out of her was a fit of the giggles when I asked what she was doing in an all boy school! But I was soon dwelling on my long list of misdemeanors as leader of the local gang of hooligans which had caused my parents considerable concern and had led to my now sorry state, since I was setting a bad example to my younger brothers. It was the indomitable 'Aunt Polly', actually our padre's sister, who had caught me red-handed vandalising the church hall after Sunday school, and had suggested my removal to a strict regime at a boarding school, miles away in the countryside near Bournemouth. Mum and Dad were only too pleased to accept her kind offer to make the necessary arrangements a mere two days ago, hence my arrival dressed in my old school uniform, together with a few possessions in my overnight bag, since I had been told there was little time for kitting out properly, and since the school summer term had started a week earlier, I was very much on my own. Matron was sweetness itself, which was surprising, although my cheeks burned when she opened my case, and took out, in addition to my toilet bag a frilly nightdress as she gave me a quizzical look. "Oh, I didn't know that was there, Mum must have left it in there by mistake." But apart from a towel, some of my toys, and other personal belongings, there was no sign of my pyjamas. She just took it in her stride and jokingly suggested I might like to wear it just for one night, an offer I instantly declined, preferring to sleep instead in my vest and underpants. But when Miss Hudson and I returned from my bath, I found all my clothes had been spirited away, so I settled instead for sleeping in my birthday suit, a most pleasing sensation in pink-edged satin sheets, while the offending nightdress, a powder-blue confection, which still had the price tags attached, lay tantalisingly across the counterpaine, since I lacked the nerve to move it. Before I went to sleep, I searched the room, but the drawers and wardrobes all appeared to be empty, although there was a bookcase, containing titles of more significance to girls than to boys, such as 'My little pony', What Katie Did, Famous Five, Noel Streatfield ballet books, and an assortment of girlie magazines and comics, and an intriguing, well thumbed book called 'Bills New Frock' which I found made interesting reading until I fell asleep. I woke to the sound of the school bell, and scurrying to the window peered through a chink in the curtain to observe my fellow pupils waiting to line up for breakfast assembly. But did I say 'fellows'? The playground was crowded with scores of noisy, giggling schoolgirls in powder-blue, candy-striped pinafore dresses, some skipping and dancing hand-in-hand, the way girls do, others chatting in groups, while a few solitary figures were playing alone with their dollies, but all apparently enjoying the glorious sunny morning, while the bright blue ribbon streamers on their straw boaters danced merrily in the light breeze, their gorgeous tresses shining in the sunlight, delicate lacy gloves on their dainty hands; in fact I couldn't see a single pair of boys trousers, either short or long and the 'name dropping' was hardly suitable for boys as squeals of 'Melanie', 'Helena', 'Ann', and 'Wendy' echoed around the playground! Stunned, I backed away from the window and plonked down heavily on the bed as the door opened and in bustled Matron with a cheery greeting, carrying a pile of clothing. Her eyes twinkled merrily as she glanced at my midrift - "You wore it last night after all Graham?" On hearing the door open I had unconsciously draped the girls nightdress over my thingy, but saved my blushing excuse for a more pressing enquiry. "Matron, I thought this was an all boys school?" Yes, that's right Dear" she replied, dumping her load on the bed beside me." But what are all those girls doing in the playground?" "Silly goose!" she giggled "They are all boys just the same as you are, now hurry up to the bathroom and then you can try on your pretty new uniform and join them for breakfast." - "Umm, but you don't mean to say that my uniform is ---?"I gulped in mid-sentence as I spied the ribbon-decorated straw boater sitting atop the pile. "Yes Miss Brown, I do, it's exactly the same as the other boys are wearing, - now hurry up or you will miss breakfast." I visibly trembled at the thought but snarled, - "No way will I wear those things, I'm no pansy!" "So be it, but there is no room service here!" replied Miss Hudson sternly as she marched from the room, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for over twelve hours, and leaving me to collect my tattered thoughts. I had soon decided on a plan, having determined not to become just one of the sissy crowd milling about in the yard below. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I found the bedroom door was unlocked, so I went to check the other rooms on the landing and found that all but one were locked. Quietly I opened the door and found one of those creatures sitting on the bed, putting on his or her white socks, and since I was 'starkers' I hastily withdrew and just poked my head round the door as she smiled up at me. "Hi! I'm Sylvia, you must be Graham? I heard you arrive last night - I have been here a week and I am moving into dorm 4G today with the other girls - isn't it exciting?" I had no answer for such an idiotic question as she babbled on "Are you being kitted out today?" I gave a short answer "No way, but have you anything I can wear?" - "You can borrow some of the clothes I came to the school in if you like, you look about my size." I smiled at my saviour " Yes please, but can you pass them to me?" She glided over to the wardrobe and came back with some brightly coloured garments which she handed me "Theres my dress, some clean underwear and a pair of sandals." I threw them back at her. "I want boys clothes, not girls!" She gave me a cheeky grin "Oh I havent any of THOSE, I cant remember the last time I wore any!" With this news and I dived back to my room as her ironic laughter followed me down the hall. "Well, if he is being punished, he is certainly enjoying it" I muttered in disgust as I began to search my room once again, and eventually I came across a torn and filthy boys uniform tucked up in the corner of a cupboard. So I was faced with the choice of wearing the brand new sissy uniform, lying on the bed, or the disgusting garments lying on the floor in the cupboard. If I had to stay here I would do it on my terms, and oppose authority at every opportunity, - I would make a darned nuisance of myself! The noise outside had subsided, so I crossed to the window to see the remaining few pupils filing quietly into the dining hall across the yard, before making my own preparations to go down for breakfast. Ten minutes later, fully dressed, I dashed down the stairs, crossed the yard, swaggered up to the servery, grabbed a tray, and piled it high with cereals, cold drinks and a generous fry-up. The servery staff stared in horror and disbelief, as I turned away and pushed and shoved my way through the throng of 'girls' now exiting the dining hall, clumsily plonking myself down at a bench and voraciously digging into my breakfast. It was a minute or two before I took any notice of my audience, as I continued to munch away, shovelling up my food at a rate of knots. "Hello little boy, I think you must be in the wrong school don't you?" Startled by this intrusion, I choked on my last mouthful of food, as I looked up into the face of a gorgeous brunette as she draped her bottom seductively on the edge of the table and firmly planted one of her long, shapely legs in one of her three inch platform shoes on the bench next to me, while the other girls looked on in silence. "I am head girl of this school, so perhaps you would kindly explain what you are doing here?" Her ringing tones made me wriggle awkwardly on my seat as I suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable my filthy, smelly, ill- fitting rags really were and more appropriate for one of Fagin's gang in 'Oliver Twist'. But meanwhile, all trace of my false bravado evaporated under her intense gaze! "Eer. I'm Graham Brown, - I was arrived here last night - I came with Aunt Polly." She smiled grimly as she announced "Well it would appear that there has been an unfortunate mistake which needs to be looked into. - but for the time being I would suggest that you join in with form 3g for the first lesson of the day until we can sort this out." - "Patricia, would you take this young man with you to your first class?" My dorm-mate broke ranks and trotted over to our table and as I stood up she took my hand in hers, but I hastily snatched my hand away again, but relented under the head girls' unflinching stare, as hidden amidst a haze of powder blue candy stripes, I allowed myself to be led from the building. I too was beginning to believe that there had been a horrible mistake, and I had been dumped in the wrong place, so a feeling of elation took hold as I readily joined class 3g for a double art lesson to await a swift resolution of my problems. The first part of the lesson under the eagle eye of Miss Jones was a still life painting of a bowl of fruit, the 'girls' were all being provided with smocks, a luxury I wasn't allowed, which was hardly surprising in view of the current state of my clothes, but my painting skills were marked, and the lesson for me went swimmingly. During the break, Miss Jones instructed little Emily to go and get ready for life class, and two minutes later she pattered back into the room, wrapped in a towel, and was helped onto the plinth by Miss Jones, who then relieved her of her towel. I suddenly realised that something was missing as 'Emily' was arranged in an artistic pose by the art teacher. My eyes did a double, then a treble 'take' - just to make sure! Apart from the tiniest pair of modesty briefs, there was absolutely nothing 'down there', and I began to question the functional ability of the matron. 'Could it be I am at the wrong school?' I pondered, as I renewed my study of Emily, the model in front of me, looking for further clues! During the mid morning break I avoided verbal contact with any of my recent classmates in case I became 'contaminated' by their influence, while they avoided me for a similar, though totally different reason, as they 'took the air', while I hung around the admin. block, hopefully awaiting my salvation. When the bell went for the next lesson, I just strolled along for the ride as class 3g made its way to the gym. The physical education trainer looked me up and down and summarily dismissed me with a sniff, and "Sit over there Brown" as the rest of the class went off to change for gymnastics. I was quite happy to wait around for the girls to return, and prove, or disprove my analysis of poor Emily, or more to the point, the matron! It was quite a relief as they scampered out of the changing rooms, and presented themselves to Miss Baker, and the further into the floor exercises they went the more convinced I became that these graceful creatures really were girls, and with all the equipment, or perhaps the lack of it - to prove my case! After an english session, lunchtime eventually came, and still there was no news as to my fate, so I wandered into the dining hall, and with rather more decorum I selected my meal and went and sat quietly in the corner and studied the pupils more closely. I had little doubt that, despite my tender age, I would have been glad to have any one of them as a girlfriend, but particularly Emily, who was a really sweet looking, slightly plump girl with a disposition to match. They all addressed each other by feminine names, and for their age moved as gracefully as my young girlfriends back home, and with all the hankering after boy bands, make-up, clothes and the other knick knacks to appeal to teen, and pre- teenage girls. I continued my discreet study as the girls went outside and organised some of their favourite playground games, demonstrating their ball- throwing skills, or playing tag, or skipping, and I concluded that some of the teachers were more masculine than their pupils, which wasn't unusual even in my local school! After lunch I was sitting in on a history lesson which was concerned with spies and spying. My ears pricked up at the true story of an eighteenth century french guy called D'eon, who, even though he was a skilled swordsman, disguised himself as a girl to deliver politically sensitive information to the Empress of Russia, but who, for his pains, was sentenced to re-assume his 'normal' role as a woman, pensioned off by the King of France, and exiled to London, where he voluntarily ended his days acting out his part as a Lady of Quality. Still no news on my future at the end of the day, so after tea I asked matron's permission to ring home, and had a long chat to Mummy. She said she had only just spoken on the phone to my headmistress, Miss Porter, who I had yet to meet, but the mixed signals she had received so far, ranged from concern over my refusal to accept the school's dress code, to the complimentary reports from the art teacher and the history lady. I explained my concern at a boys school where there appeared to be no boys, according to my understanding of the situation, but Mummy was adamant - all the 'girls' were boys and I would have to abide by the school rules, which was the reason she had supplied me with the frilly nighty but I still had my doubts about the gender of the others! After she rang off, I asked matron about Sylvia. "He doesn't seem to mind being a girl?" Thats right pet, he doesn't. He has been living overseas with his parents and has come back to go to our school so that he can grow into the big girl he hopes to be one day, and a lot of our pupils, even some of the naughty ones, eventually wish become girls permanently as well, given time." - "So we are not all boys being sent here for punishment?" "Oh no, no way, some of our pupils wish to be turned into girls permanently which is why they come here to be taught femininity and after they leave the school go away and have physical changes made, and even train to come back to the school as teachers - even some of the bad ones have done that!" I gulped thinking of myself 'down there'. - "Do you mean?" - "Yes my dear, after surgery we - they make charming ladies don't you think?" I had heard more than enough to sleep on, so suggested to matron I might be allowed to go to bed early. "Perhaps you would like to watch the television in your room?" she suggested, and so I retired to settle down away from the sights and sounds of a lot of sissy girls - or boys as the case may be! My nightdress was now hanging behind the door, and my girly clothes were hung neatly over a chair, so after a thorough wash to rid myself of the offensive smells from the clothes I had been wearing, I jumped into my freshly made bed, and switched on the television. Strangely enough, no matter how much I zapped with the remote, although the screen lit up, I couldn't tune in any of the channels, even when I went over to the set in the corner of the room, it stubbornly refused to work, no matter how much I tried. Then, to my dismay, I found I couldn't even switch the darned thing off, because the set was built into the wall. At last I gave up and had climbed back into bed when the screen suddenly burst into life with a series of images and soft, background music. Although I didn't know it at the time, I was being bombarded with sublimal messages as I relaxed and watched until suddenly the unmistakable features of matron, though possibly five years younger, appeared on screen as she introduced her contribution to one of a series of programmes devoted to Maidment school. The screen then showed what appeared to be my bedroom, and a boy, who looked much younger than I was, being observed through a hidden camera, fitting himself into a boys school uniform similar to the one lying in a disgarded heap in the bathroom. The uniform he was wearing was in a much better condition, still a bit tatty, but if it was the same one, it had certainly had its fair share of wear and tear over the years. It was then that the matron's commentary cut in, as she confirmed what I suspected was true! She went on to say that most of the new boys who arrived in mid-term were consigned to room 3b, so as not to disturb the school routine for the others, and most went searching for an alternative uniform to the set of girls clothing which could be seen lying across the bed, and would tend to wear the alternative kit instead - at least for the first few days of their stay at the school. I suddenly realised that hundreds of pupils who had passed through the school must have tried on that uniform - at least for a time, and from the way it stank - and the state of the vest and trunks, it didn't get washed for months - if ever - and I certainly didn't claim responsibility for the skid-marks! Meanwhile the screen lit up with one of the popular channels and I soon discovered I could zap away at the screen again to my hearts content. The following morning I duly presented myself for breakfast still smelling like a farmyard, and behaving like a lout, but my antics were, on this occasion totally ignored, although all the girls seated at my bench promptly decamped to eat elsewhere as I sat down. Matron had supplied me with a timetable for form 3g, and a plan of the school, so once again I was able to tag along with the girls and found myself seated in the sewing-room, learning the finer points of embroidery. This was another double lesson, and after the break, one of the girls volunteered herself as the model, and stripped down to her regulation knickers and vest, but again there were no bulges to be seen'down there'. Since I wasn't invited to participate, I just sat and watched as the other pupils took turns to measure her up and then, using scissors, lining material and pins, they each tried to construct a basic design for a dress that would fit their makeshift 'model'! During morning break in the playground, my classmates kept up-wind and as far as possible from me, while I busied myself, idly kicking a stone around until it was time to return to class. The rest of the morning dragged by, with a literature and geography lesson to keep me occupied, so my eyes began to wander and wonder, studying my compatriots once more. "Who are you looking at?" Amanda who was sitting at the desk adjacent to mine was obviously irritated with my undivided attention, and as a result Barbara and Nicola the two 'girls' sitting at the desk in front of me quietly sniggered to each other. Without really thinking, both my hands darted out and grabbed their shiny be-ribboned tresses - which abruptly came away in my hands! I was so surprised that I tried to plonk these alien objects back where they came from, but instead, as they repeatedly screamed, the girls swung round and landed me a series of stinging slaps across the face before Miss Hunter intervened and quietened things down again. The two girls went off to the ladies to repair the damage to their egos, while I found myself on report, plus a black eye and sore cheeks for my pains, as thankfully the bell went for lunch. 2. I Learn my first Lesson! I was soon seated on my own once again, tucking into a generous helping of sausage toad. The buzz in the dining room suddenly ceased and I looked up to see the head girl and her consorts approaching. "Hello Brown, still here I see, and still in the wars from the look of it?" For some unaccountable reason I stood up, then I studied my shoes as I mumbled that the apparent mistake hadn't been sorted yet. "Well, if that's the case, perhaps you would like to accompany the girls of 3g for an afternoon in Bournemouth. - You can take the school mascot along for some exercise while the girls go and buy the material for their needlework projects." I perked up at this suggestion as my brain went into overtime. "Meet me outside after you have finished your meal and I will introduce you to Bruce." And so, while class 3g went off to change, the head girl took me over to the security office, where I was handed a lead, to which was attached an animal which hardly lived up to its name! "Make sure you don't let go of the dog's lead, Brown." was the head girl's parting shot, and ten minutes later, I was seated in the back of the school coach, and sensing the girls were about to join me, I glanced in amazement at my fellow travelers as they crossed the drive from their dorm in the company of the sewing mistress. Flowered poked bonnets, scarlet cloaks, button boots and frilly pantaloons and furry muffs are hardly appropriate for late 20th century girls, while the teacher's outfit was a full length Edwardian hobble skirt and cape thrown over an elaborate embroidered blouse, together with all the accoutrements, but they seemed totally at home in their quaint garb judging by their animated conversation! "Miss, why is HE coming to town! After all, he's not one of us." I sank down further into my seat as Mary, Amanda and their friends made their objections clear. "Calm down, girls, - Brown is being dropped at King's Park and there were smirks all round at this news. I was still seated alone for the journey to town, as 'Bruce', the toy terrier, sat on my lap looking out of the coach window while I planned for my impending escape, hitching a lift back home to plead my case with my parents! I was dropped at the entrance to King's Park and instructed to be waiting at the same spot precisely two hours later, while the coach headed on into town. Holding Bruce by his lead, we trotted off into the park and over towards the deserted children's play area, and making sure nobody was looking I dropped the dog lead and ran off in the other direction. Moments later I felt the firm grip of Bruce's teeth on my ankle as the dog snarled and shook his head with rage, while I yelled out in pain! I tried kicking the dog away which prompted looks of disapproval from passers-by at the sight of this scruffy urchin kicking a helpless dog, but he refused to release his grip, and it was only when I retrieved the lead that he let go. I then tried to tie his lead to the railings, but he bit my hand and ran off, before chasing back and renewing his attack on my ankles. I picked up the lead, and then the dog, and dropped him into the play enclosure, but he easily slipped through the gap in the railings. Picking him up once more, I headed for the road outside, determined to take the mutt with me, but as I went through the park gate he began biting me once again - until I retreated back inside the gates. Despite all my efforts to hoodwink my tormentor, two hours later I watched as the coach arrived back with its cargo of giggly girls, loaded down with their packages. "Didn't get far then Brown - too much of a handful for you was he?" was the teacher's dry comment as I shamefacedly boarded the vehicle with Bruce in close attendance, as the girls squealed their delight at my discomfiture! By the way Brown, I bought a pattern and some material for your dressmaking project while we were in town." So she was quite surprised when I got up to step forward. "Please may I see it Miss?" - "What is it, a shirt? and when do I start?" Take your grubby little hands away from this bag, you wont be making anything in my sewing class smelling like that, least of all a pretty dress!" and I shrunk back like a scalded cat. After the evening meal I overheard that the older girls had organised disco dancing lessons for the younger girls in the junior club, so rather than slink off back to my room for an early night, I slipped quietly into the noisy room to watch, as the younger 'girls' were paired off ready for the music to begin. With an odd number of girls, the one without a partner was Emily, looking quite stunning in a pink sparkly mini-dress. One of the prefects came over and dragged me onto the dance floor. "Here you are, Emily, Brown here can be your partner." Emily's face went scarlet - "I'm not dancing with that filthy disgusting creature" was her resolute reply echoing a similar comment earlier in the day, as she turned tail and stormed off. The prefect gave me a cheeky grin - "Better luck next time, perhaps when your no longer the odd man out!" as my embarrassed silence failed to cover my tactful retreat back to my room, devastated at Emily's hurtful remarks, even if they were true - she was the last person I wanted as an enemy! It was Matron's day off so there was nobody to tuck me up in bed, or ply me with hot drinks, so I slid between the sheets and switched on the remote to try and cheer myself up. The television played the same tricks as before until the next instalment of the Maidment saga suddenly filled the screen. The matron's commentary now covered the 'conversion' of the unfortunate boy featured the night before, as he was assisted in his change-over by senior girls from the school helping him remove his boys uniform, while others laid out his girl's 'regalia' across the counter of the shop. I had no intention of 'changing', come what may, so I closed my eyes tightly and put the pillow over my head to cut out the sound from the T.V. and muttered "No way Josephine!" "Matron, is it possible for boys not to have 'thingies'?" Matron had cheerily breezed into my room in the morning when I asked her a question that had been bugging me for a couple of days. "How do you mean child?" I wriggled awkwardly as I stood up from putting on my shoes, - "Well, I was at gym class the other day, but from what I could see, none of the boys had a thingy! - and I was drawing Emily in life class, and she didn't seem to have anything 'down there' either! And two of the girls have hair that comes off in your hands, but they seem to be lacking down there as well!" She gave a belly laugh, - " I hear you missed the television screening last night. If you had taken the trouble to watch you would have learnt all about it! - But dont worry yourself little one, you will find out soon enough - Nobody is quite what they seem here, and that includes the staff!" Her remarks made me glance up at the 'fish-eye' in the corner of the room. "The boy in the film, he looks familiar to me?" - "Next time you meet Jennifer, our head girl you might be able to answer that question yourself! - now hurry up young man or you will miss breakfast, and I have lots of little girls to care for as well as you!" She smiled over her shoulder as she left the room leaving me to ruminate on my future. 'If nobody outside knew I had a thingy down there would I agree to be dressed up?' I shrugged my shoulders resignedly - 'I guess not!' My total exclusion from the physical activities of the school was beginning to grate, and I was also missing chatting to my peers. My world seemed to revolve around academic subjects, but even then because of my smelly clothes, mean't non- involvement in discussion groups, the nick-name of 'stinker' being readily bandied about, but after another fortnight of such treatment I was getting more or less used to my lot, and I did have nick-names for some of the girls- by way of a riposte! Then one day, after morning break, it was the ballet lesson which really got up my nose; 'I can easily do that!' I thought to myself as the 'girls' practiced their graceful movements at the barre, under the watchful eye of Madame Zara. She glanced over to where I was slumped - "Sit up straight BOY!" Her voice boomed across the room, as the sudden attention brought me down to earth with a bump as she strode over towards me! "Now stand up Brown, chest out! belly in! feet in the 'ten to two position'! deep breaths begin!" reinforced by a poke with her teaching baton as she barked out each instruction, while her audience tried to hide their smiles at the prodding I received from the ever vigilant Madame and her drill sergeant ways- "Nobody wilts in my lesson - and that goes for you too - even if you are a bit of a sissy and a weakling!" - 'Me! a sissy and a weakling- no way!- Even though I was surrounded by them!' So as she strode off again to continue the lesson, I pointedly slumped down again to watch the lovely Emily at the barre. After lunch I was lounging in my usual spot in the yard and watching some of the 'girls' throwing a ball about when the ball was dropped and rolled in my direction, so I picked it off the ground and began to bounce it up and down on the ground with my hand. "Please may we have our ball back?" I was asked politely by a young blonde girl in form 2g who had trotted over, as she stood patiently waiting for me to hand her the ball. But I was in a hostile mood. "Its your turn to watch, and my turn to play, so get back sissy and join your pansy friends!" The startled girl still stood her ground as she stared up at me. "But its our ball, not yours!" and she made a successful lunge for the ball, and turned round to run back to her friends, but my clodhopper just clipped her dainty ankle and she ended up spread-eagled on the tarmac, and once again I grabbed the ball. Moments later, dazed and winded, it was my turn to examine the physical nature of tarmac at close range. I lay on my stomach, hands held in a vice-like grip in the small of my back, with this dainty little girl sitting astride my shoulders, my head trapped between her bare thighs and partly covered by the petticoats under the back of her pinafore dress, while the lacy frills on her white ankle socks tickled my face, as she demanded instant surrender! "Who's a sissy now?" she asked. - "You are! -Ouch!" - I yelled, but my struggles only increased the pain. "We might be in panties but we are not the pansies! Only stupid boys who pretend they are tough but are shit scared of dressing in girls clothes in case they are called names are the sissies! Who's a sissy now?" she repeated "You are! Aah! - get off will you!" I tasted the salt trickling down my face as the pain increased. "Come on SISSY own up!" I struggled once more, but self -preservation prevailed over pain. "I am" - I muttered quietly, "Louder!" she demanded, "I am" I squeaked at another twist of my arm. "Still not loud enough, and lets hear 'the sissy' part as well! Who's a sissy now?" "I'm the sissy! - Ouch!" - "Let everybody hear you!" - "I AM THE SISSY - NOT YOU!" My capitulation was complete and she released her grip, stood up, straightened her crumpled dress, brushed the tarmac dust from her bare legs, and turned on her heel to trot off with her friends when there was a shout from one of the windows in the admin block; "Fiona! come here at once, and bring Brown with you." I staggered to my feet, tears pouring down my cheeks in anger and frustration, my macho image as tattered as my clothing, shuffling along behind the diminutive 'Fiona', to the shouts and jeers of "SISSY BROWN" echoing in my ears. As the result of the fight, Fiona and I were put on report, which mean't the whole school would hear about the thrashing I had received from a younger girl in 2g, even if she was a brown belt in judo and while she was ordered to go and have a hot bath and change her clothes, I was just ordered to shuffle off to my next lesson! The afternoon period just dragged by, as my change of nickname from 'Stinker' to 'Sissy Brown' became common knowledge throughout the school, with a constant undercurrent of sniggers, snide remarks and innuendos, and even the teacher throwing in some crass remarks of her own. Since it was all class work, I couldn't go into a corner and hide my tearstained face, apart that is, from my lonely visits to the 'boys' urinal out in the yard! I went into the dining hall and tried to huddle in my usual corner without attracting attention, but the hall just erupted with taunts and girlish giggles at 'Sissy Brown' having been floored by a much younger girl, so with my stomach churning, I beat a hasty retreat to my room, laid on my bed, and cried myself to sleep. I woke up still fully clothed, and with my tummy rumbling, rushed down for breakfast only to find I was an hour too late! "Brown - off to your class at once!" The duty teacher's stern command had me scuttling off to the science block, where I was marked as 'absent' and once more put on report! 3 Brownie Points - at Last! It was quite a relief to find there was a games afternoon for the junior classes following on from my substantial early lunch, and since there was plenty of warmth in the spring sun, I dashed off down to the deserted playing field to seek out an unobtrusive wooded spot before the others arrived. I had been lying there for about five minutes when I heard the rattle of bicycles coming down the unmade service road from the back lane to the school. Unobserved, I watched as half a dozen lads in bright blue and white striped blazers dismounted and hid their machines in the dead gorse on the edge of the road, before they stealthily made their way towards the timber changing rooms and disappeared inside. I knew they had no right being there, and deciding to investigate further, sprinted the 25 yards to the nearest corner of the building. The old sports pavilion was mounted on stilts to protect the wooden floor from damp and allow storage space for sports gear underneath. The creaks and groans from the timbers helped me locate the boys, so despite the cobwebs and knowing I couldn't despoil my uniform any more, I crawled on all fours beneath the floor until directly below my quarry, as I listened in to their conversation. "Are you sure we wont be discovered Gavin?" "My friend, who's brother is a pupil at the school says its quite safe, none of the sissy-girls at the school dares to go in the store-room; - too many creepy-crawlies for their liking!" They all sniggered at this last remark. "So you say all we have to do is wait until they change into their sports gear and wait until they are playing hockey then we can pour the itching powder inside their dresses and in their knickers?" - "Yes Ronnie, not that it is really necessary to do that, since even the smallest trace anywhere on the skin will cause irritation over a large area of the body which is why we have to wear these plastic gloves to handle it. We can then follow behind to watch the fun begin as they go back to the school" - "Its so potent once it gets warm it takes a day to wear off unless you use the antidote - which is a lump of ice from the fridge, I deny anyone being able to stand the itching for long without taking all their clothes off. Stuart here will be ready with his camera!" They renewed their muffled sniggers. "Look, we can even bolt the door from the inside when we hear them coming, see" I heard a scraping noise as the bolt was drawn to and fro. "Think of all those sissies, scratching about in their knickers and then ripping them off!" There was renewed laughing as they congratulated themselves on such an original idea to earn brownie points back at base. "By the way Neville, what happened to your friends brother?" The other boy laughed "Oh, he used to come home in his sissy school uniform and parade around in dresses wanting to be called Marilyn but he used to ignore the ribbing he received. Everyone was scared of going near him including me! - He is still at the school I believe." I was almost tempted to quit my hideout to join them and help in their enterprise, but after all, this was my school for the time being, and little Fiona had given me a bloody good hiding which I well deserved, so perhaps, I really was the sissy after all! I crawled out from under the building and went round to the far side and clattered up the steps making as much noise as I could, thumping my shoes on the bare boards as I opened the door and went in. Even in the gloom with the lights out I clattered along the corridor and soon found what I was looking for. Fortunately there was a bolt outside the store room door and I quietly slid the bolt into its housing and then slipped quietly away and ran to warn the others. Mary, Emily and several of my classmates were already making their way down to the sports field as I rushed up and breathlessly explained about the boys and their proposed panty raid, and the fact they were now locked in the store-room. "I think 'Sissy Brown' is making the story up out of spite after his beating from Fiona yesterday - don't you girls?" The other girls agreed wholeheartedly with Emily's assessment of the situation as they continued on their way, while I went on back to the school, and anyway, the girls couldn't come to any harm now! I spent another miserable, lonely evening in my room, with just the television for company. Again I was bombarded with images of the school and its ambiguous teachers and pupils, its background, achievements, and future aims before finally succumbing to sleep, and round about midnight being disturbed briefly by police sirens in the road outside. Before breakfast the following morning I was summoned to the Headmistress. "Well Brown, I do not normally meet my little charges until they have converted to the school dress code, but I am making an exception in your case, since I have to ask you some questions."-"Late last night, we had reports from the police that six boys from St. Mary's school were missing." "Eventually their bicycles were found on the edge of our playing field and they were finally found having been locked in the sports building." "Obviously they were up to some prank or other, but I understand from your classmates that you knew something about it?" I now had the chance to escape from the school's clutches, so I took it with both hands. "Yes Headmistress, I happened see them arrive on their cycles and locked them in as a joke!" She was sceptical at my bald statement of guilt. "Now my dear, I am sure there was more to it than that, and it's not the first time my 'girls' have had problems with boys from St. Marys, and you might know what they were up to, after all, they were trespassing and in the wrong, so why don't you stop being called the school sissy for once and tell the truth!" Her smirk as she finished her sentence told it all as to my current standing in the school! - Anyway, I had no idea as to what, or whether the boys had confessed to anything, and since other St. Mary pupils might try a similar prank I told her all I knew. "If that is all they tried to do I am much relieved. - One year they played Peeping Tom when my girls were showering and bathing, then threw all their clothes in the water with them before running away - there were tears of course!" Having finished her interview she waved me away with her hand, as she re-inforced her current opinion of me. Thank you for that Brown, and this conversation need go no further, your actions won't be forgotten when you finally stop behaving like the school sissy and conform to our regulations, and we can have another chat then." My legitimate attempt to escape from the school regime had ended in failure but later in the day I made a point of going to the sports pavilion to see if St. Mary's boys had forgotten their potent itching powder when they were freed by the local constabulary - fortunately they had and I even retrieved the plastic gloves and purloined a tube of superglue, evidently used for repairing sports gear, which might come in useful one day! My reception at breakfast was much friendlier as news of my exploit spread, although my compatriots still kept their distance! and I was still excluded from their ball games, and disallowed special privileges! But at least Emily was talking to me once again as she and Mary trotted over to apologise for not believing my story and to thank me by my actions, for saving them from the St. Mary's boys. "I hear you will soon hold the record for defying the dress code!" was her passing remark, but as my pungent smell reached her, she and Mary scuttled off back to rejoin her friends! After dinner that evening I decided to wash my dark grey vest and pants in the wash basin with toilet soap to try to get rid of some of the dreadful smells. 4. My Capitulation. Matron had stayed away for a couple of days so it was no surprise when she bustled into the room and with my hot drink and watched as I hung my underwear over the radiator to dry. "So you decided to take the plunge then?" I glanced down at my lace cotton nightdress. "I know why you are wearing it at the moment, child, but do you really mind wearing it, and can you see yourself dressed the same as the other students?" I hesitated before giving a straight forward and honest answer. " I don't mind wearing this nighty thing, I hate parading round naked, and it does look and feel much nicer than 'jimjams', but I dont think I want to go around dressed as a girl and called a Sissy!" I stroked the delicate fabric with my fingers; - "And you are the only one that knows about my nighty!" Matron gave a theatrical cough - "I thought you were already being called 'Sissy Brown', but the reason has nothing to do with the way you are dressed?" - "Oh! I hadn't thought of it that way, Matron!" She smiled blithely- "Well I think that needs some explaining, dont you?" - "and anyway, what about, that - up there?" I didn't look, but her meaning was cle ar as I reddened, realizing that I wasn't the first boy used as a video floor show during the long winter evenings! Matron then renewed her probing -"By the way, in three days you will set the record for holding out against the dress code! Only one other boy stands between you and that record; do you have any idea who it is!" I didn't know and didn't care - it was a record about to be broken, and she was going to tell me anyway so what's the odds! "It was Emily, the little girl in the life class, she currently holds that dubious record, and she was much more trouble than you ever have been! She ran away twice, vandalised the art room, and punched several of the teachers - and that was just for starters, - the little darling!" Matron giggled, enjoying the thought of any form of violence from Emily nowadays, nor any from the other girls who had been sent here for training come to that; although being normal children, they still got into scrapes! "Emily, just like you, and all the other disruptive boys, are the most difficult, and sensitive, to 'primary conversion', but once achieved, you may never want to change back, but with expert help, grow into pretty teenagers, with full womanhood your ultimate goal." I gasped- "You must be joking!" - but she just smiled grimly; "Exactly my sentiments long ago, but look at me now? a silly middle-aged woman in a crisp nursing dress, wearing unfashionable flatties perfectly happy with what I have become, and the delightful memories of my more decorative past, stored 'up there!" I was stunned at her news, but more concerned with Emily's long fight against 'primary conversion' whatever that might mean, and since I wanted her as a friend, what would she think of me if I took her record away from her, no matter how irrelevant that achievement may have been; - This was a defining moment for me, as I glanced over to the half open wardrobe door, where a fresh, clean pinafore dress hung invitingly on it's hanger. So after Matron tucked me up in bed and put the lights out and left the room, and without anyone knowing, I decided, just out of curiosity, mind, to try an experiment! I jumped out of bed and removed my nighty and with the aid of the half-light from the window overlooking the yard, I retrieved what I would need from the chest of drawers, and was soon tentatively stepping into a pair of schoolgirl knickers. As I pulled them up my legs and thighs to round my tummy and neatly arranged the elasticated legs of the knickers, ridiculous though it must have seemed to the casual observer, I felt a peculiar sensation of fear and elation throughout my trembling body as though I was stepping over a thresh-hold, and into a new life. With feverish haste I soon arrayed myself in a lacy vest thing, which reached down to just above my knees, a white linen blouse, and finally the schoolgirl's dress hanging in the wardrobe, although at my first attempt I put it on back to front. I then sat down on the bed and put on the short white socks, and the shiny black shoes with a strap across the instep which I found on the shoe rack in the wardrobe, and then enjoyed the next two hours thus dressed, while contemplating my predicament, eventually deciding to sleep on it! "Three - two - one - go!" - with no matron on hand to coerce me as I fail for the fortieth time - "Three - two - one - go!" -"Oops!" - A trembling lace-encased hand tries to turn the brass handle, and tug open the heavy door to my room; but the door resists firmly! "Try again! - Three - two - one - go!" With legs astride both hands now apply pressure to the door; - it squeaks! - it gives! - it opens! The hall appears empty. "Three - two - one !" - "Oh No! I must go!" - Hesitation as heart pit-a-pats, pulsating beneath heaving powder-blue candy stripes, "Three - two - one - go!" Head held high in perfect posture, don't think, just walk! - Gulp! Throat dry from the slight sweet smell of scent, stomach churning - beneath unseen, fettered delights, as bare, lily-coloured legs with their frilly ankle decorations shake like jelly; "Three - two - - -!" Please walk! Tip - tap, - Tip -tap , as my tiny, shiny black sissy 'mary-janes' tentatively tip-toe testing the corridor! Clip - clop, Clip - clop, daintily down the stairs, permitting bare knees to peep provocatively beneath hems of the flaring skirts of my freshly ironed pinafore dress, my lace glove sliding along slippery mahogany banister, steering me to safety in the hall below! Pitter - patter, Pitter - patter, head - heart - heels and hands hurry into the empty play -ground where fear feasts on early morning frost! - "Why am I here?" - "Why am I her?" - "Why me?" - "Turn to flee? No! - Face my fear don't run away! - and await friendly, smiling faces to fill me with fortitude to face the day!" "Easier said than done" I murmur, my morale ebbing away as rapidly as my pathetic attempts at poetry, as I find myself standing in the chilly, deserted playground, the bare expanses of my unprotected legs shivering endlessly from beneath the elastic leg holes of my powder blue cotton knickers to the tops of my frilly ankle socks, while my short blazer, thin pinafore dress, and other peculiar trappings offer little additional protection from the hoar frost, despite the early morning sun, dwelling on matron's assurance that I would be warm enough. She had bustled into my room barely an hour earlier, catching me in bed wearing my nighty. "Ready for the change-over then Missy?" she enquired knowingly, and the die was cast, and now thanks to her expertise - I stood shivering on the thresh-hold of a new life. "Where do I put my hands?" I asked myself once again, as they missed the safe haven of my trouser pockets as I recalled the hero of 'Bill's New Frock', and my cold hands hugged my elbows instead. The straw boater, balanced perilously atop the tumbling tresses of my light brown wig only re- inforced my opinion of being a bit of a prat, but that's exactly what I was with my nose beginning to 'drip-drip' in the cold. So taking this silly little bag thing hanging limply from my wrist, I rummaged around amongst makeup bag, purse, strange looking pads and so on until I found a lace hanky to clear my snuffles, but it was so tiny that I could only keep dabbing ineffectually at my nose, in the same way I had seen my mother do in the past. Another thought struck me. "If my brothers could see me now - reckon they would die laughing! But they can't, and won't! so that's alright -Oh - but others can though!" I was now hopping from one foot to the other, trying to work up the circulation and stop my frozen legs from trembling, and my hungry tummy from rumbling, but also because I desperately needed to go to the toilet - 'but which one?'- debating what to do next without looking a complete idiot. 'But I do - dressed like this!' I thought to myself glancing at the bright sunlit image of this little girl in a dress prancing and dancing as reflected in the glass door of the dormitory building. I turned away disgusted with myself for allowing such a 'conversion' thing to happen, to me of all people! - but then stole another glance in the door - just to make sure it really was me as she gave a enigmatic smile in return! I turned away again in horror as I realised I really empathised what I had seen - and then looked again, just to be sure! 'Yes she was still there, her eyes full of fire and vitality!' I forced myself to look away once more. But this time no matter how I tried to avert my eyes, my gaze was drawn for one final time, knowing I would no longer look away, my fate decided for me trapped by a girl's image in a glass door! Daintily raising my skirts in my lace-encased fingers I turned full circle first one way- then the other as she gently shook those ribbon bound tresses - I realised the girl looking back at me was no sissy, she was too pretty! - and she was no idiot, she was too knowing and alive - though perhaps a wee pigeon-toed!- In fact I was everything I wanted in a girl!- Me! of all people, a ragged arsed smelly boy one minute, a substitute young girl head over heels in love with her substitute reflection in a substitute mirror the next! "I can't go on with this? - I must go back and change, - but into what? the filthy uniform I stupidly wore had been spirited away. - I shouldn't be doing this? - but I had agreed of my own free will! - Promises can be broken? - but what would my classmates think? - oh! to hell with them! " And I still had to confront my classmates - but not right now thank you! - at least not with mind and body in turmoil. Instead I addressed my most pressing need, and dashed into the outside boys toilet to present myself to the boys urinal, and afterwards, with considerable difficulty, trying, without success to re-arrange my clothing the way it was before and then trotting outside to continue my narcissistic appraisal in the glazed door! The noise from the dining hall had already confirmed the girls were at breakfast, but I heard young voices approaching from round the corner of my dormitory and I streaked, hell for leather, back into the boys'. Please would you come outside Brown, you are not allowed in there, its for boys only! - You must use the 'girls' from now on!" Jennifer, Head girl, and former video 'star' had trotted over and was looking at me through the doorway, "and there is no need to hide any more, you are no longer the school Sissy, but one of us now!" Well I only had one answer to that as certain doubts set in! "But Jennifer, do I look nice?"- She looked me up and down, shrugged her shoulders and gave me a flashing smile "You new girls are all the same! -Always worried about impressing the boys! - Yes, you are pretty enough! You will pass! - Now come along with me young lady!" So with cheeks aglow with embarrassment and elation I followed her outside to where the other prefects were now congregated, "Come on girls, Brown can join us for breakfast, - she must be famished waiting out here in the cold," and as her classmates crowded round, we wended our way towards the dining hall as I tried to sneak another look at the pretty girl in the glass door, but all I could see now was a group of young school-girls walking by! It was as I strode along towards the dining hall I became aware of the familiar lump in the front of my knickers - since there longer seemed to be an empty space at the top of my thighs - now I knew the effect of 'tucking' and how it had affected my posture, as I recalled my precise, pigeon-toed progress from the dorm to the playground, but thankfully only a few heads turned when I sat with the prefects, the other girls were too busy eating to notice little me that much since I felt uncomfortable with the lack of skills in handling my skirts and general body language which could hardly change overnight. "Matron will be kitting you out in the school shop after lunch - so take a friend or two with you to help." Breakfast had nearly finished when Jennifer rose from her seat and clapped her hands - "Girls! We have an addition to the school today," She gestured in my direction - "Miss Brown will officially take her place in form 3g." Meanwhile, one of the junior girls trotted over with a small box which she held out in my direction. "Now Graham, you have to adopt a new forename while you are a pupil here, so please take a slip of paper from the box, and read out the name" I did as I was told, my clumsy mit shooting out and grabbing willy nilly not just one, but a fistful of names. "Just take one Brown - using the tips of your fingers" whispered Jennifer and so I received my first lesson in polite behaviour as I did as I was told and read out the name "Zoe". "Very good Zoe, that is your new name from now on." She tapped on the dining table for attention. " School, this is Zoe Brown!" Astonished at such a turn of events I stood up "But I dont want to be called THAT!" I replied, amidst gasps from my impromptu 'audience', "Don't I get to choose my own name?" and I stuck my chin out determinedly and declared. "I would like to be known as Susan." Jennifer smiled "So be it, young lady, - Correction girls, this is Susan Brown, who will take her place in form 3g, and I will inform the school secretary accordingly." Jennifer turned and embraced me, whispering, "That's the spirit! I like a girl with spunk!" I reddened slightly. "Hardly likely if I'm ever to be a real girl, - not that I am old enough for that yet!" - Jennifer squeezed my hand - "We might have to be GIRLS, but that doesn't mean being WIMPS, does it?" Then to my embarrassment, in front of the whole school, she planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek! But then the other girls crowded round until I felt more like a wet sponge than a rookie schoolgirl! When I arrived in my classroom I went over to sit in my usual place in the far corner of the room, but Emily patted her bench and called out - "Susan, come and sit next to me." -and as I took my new place she squeezed my hand. "Thank you for what you did this morning, now you will always be my number one friend." - "I didn't want to spoil your record." I replied huskily, as she gave me a wicked smile - "But that wasn't what I was thanking you for - but for the way you are now dressed like me silly! Actually, you were set up, thanks to me and Miss Hudson! - I never held the record for holding out against the system! - a girl called 'Polly' did, many years ago. You couldn't remain in limbo forever - so I just gave you a shove, that's all!" -" And you look very nice in your pinafore dress - this colour certainly suits you, and you do have lovely legs - it was a shame to hide them up in those disgusting trousers of yours." I thanked her for her generous praise as we hugged and giggled together with relief that we were friends once more, although I noticed Amanda giving us dirty looks from across the room while a hard stare from Miss Haydon, our French mistress brought us back to reality, as we split and began to pay attention to the lesson. "Susan Brown! please look at your colleagues and try to adopt their way of sitting, - we do not have our arms and elbows splayed out across our desks, do we girls?" "No Miss Haydon." - "We keep our elbows close to our sides and place our hands in sweet repose either or in our laps or on our desks, don't we girls?" Yes Miss Haydon." The teacher was now standing alongside my desk; "And Brown - Our legs are slender pedestals, a vital support for every artistic floral arrangement, and used in similar vein, to complement the hairstyle or head-dress framing our feminine faces and the drapery we use to decorate our shapely bodies, so we do not sit with our legs wide apart and with our feet planted firmly on the floor like a couple of tree trunks - do we girls?" - "No Miss Haydon" was again the well rehearsed response. "Mary, please demonstrate!" and I watched as Mary stood up from her desk, curtseyed, and gracefully sat down again planting her bottom gently on the bench and with her legs pressed firmly together, she lifted her ankles off the floor, and slowly swiveled round, placing just the tips of her mary janes on the floor beneath the bench, her bottom balanced on the edge of the bench as she settled her hands gently in the skirts of her lap. "Very good Mary, now Susan, stand up, and you can try it out for yourself." I clumsily tried to stand up, but the front my dress caught on the desk lid as I then shuffled sideways in order to get out of the trap. This was followed by a loud 'bang' as my desk-lid slammed shut again to the amusement of the rest of the class. "Now that wasn't very clever of you, was it Susan? - Now please try to sit down with a little more decorum". I centred my bottom over the edge of the bench and slowly sat down before lifting my legs high in the air and energetically swinging them sideways until the bare flesh struck the edge of the desk with a thump, while my squeals of pain brought more hilarity from the girls. "After that humbling experience, I think you will have to stay behind and have some more practice, don't you?" My pained expression showed what I thought of that idea, but all the same I mumbled "Yes Miss Haydon." During lunch hour I rang Mummy and told her the good news, about my new name, my lovely new clothes, my friends and potential enemies, and she promised to come down at the end of the week to celebrate - as long as she came on her own of course - (I didn't want those brothers of mine taking the piss until I had time to acclimatize to my new identity!) Kitting out was interesting, and fun, as with Emily and Mary helping, and Matron, the shop lady and two girl prefects looking on, I tried on the uniform which I would be wearing for the rest of my time at Maidment. My kit, which was packed into a large cabin trunk, and taken to my new dorm by Fred the caretaker, included the regulation underwear, knickers, lacy vests, shiny satiny slips, training bras, as well as smocks, powder blue ballet practice outfit and slippers, white embroidered tennis dress and matching panties, hockey kit, and of course, my 'Sunday Best' - the quaint Maidment uniform, and finally name tags to sew on all my belongings during sewing class. My earlier problems in the boys urinal soon came to light as I stripped off my pinafore dress, and both the girls and ladies present had a fit of the giggles! "What on earth Susan dear, is that lump in the front of your knickers?" I turned away to conceal the evidence, as Matron continued "Now young lady, you see what you missed on the video, and you failed to follow closely in your lesson this morning." To save my blushes, Matron took me into the changing room and once again demonstrated the basic skill of 'tucking', as with her help, I felt my 'doo-dahs' disappear into the cavity in my abdomen, while my 'thingy' was pulled backwards between my legs, and covered with a lacy pair of briefs to entrap everything in its proper place, simple as that and not a blemish in sight even before I put on my pale blue knickers! I also tried on the training bra, which I was told would be useful in keeping my breasts in shape and stop them flopping about later on; so the choice remark of "Keep taking the tablets" from young Mary had the two prefects glancing involuntarily at their developing mounds which had obviously needed more than a pair of training bras to produce! Finally, with a brand new china Edwardian style dolly nestling in my arm, (a secret surprise present from Mummy), I was taken over to dorm 3g, situated on the ground floor of the admin building and shown where I would be sleeping from now on, and where my cabin trunk of goodies was already awaiting my arrival, and with help from my two friends, my dresses and outer garments were neatly arranged on hangers in my wardrobe, while more personal, intimate things were stored away in my dressing-table. With Emily sleeping on one side, and Amanda the other side of my bed space, I sensed there could be potential conflict between us girls, but before I could dwell on this further, we were ushered back to class just in time for our next lesson. 5. My Humiliation Miss King was the most attractive and well dressed teacher in the school, and was in charge of form 3g, and she was also taught us tennis, a subject I excelled in at my previous school, but I was told she did lose her rag occasionally. I understood she had some quite novel ideas for the punishment of little girls who misbehaved. She was taking us for a Geography lesson, and since several of us girls had a puppy-love crush on her, I took Miss Haydon's advice, and perched daintily on the edge of my bench, thighs pressed gently together, the tips of my toes lightly touching the floor beneath the bench, and my hands folded neatly in my lap. I really felt comfortable, alive, and happy with the feel, texture and appearance of my lovely schoolgirl's uniform, and privileged to be dressed in the same way as my classmates were dressed, and keenly aware of the marked improvement in my attention span, wishing and endeavouring just for once to be 'teacher's pet'. Unfortunately for me and the others, Amanda currently held that dubious title, and milked it all she could, with the connivance of the other members of her clique, which included Barbara and Nicola, the two girls who I had so publicly humiliated earlier in the term, and who now sat directly behind me instead of the other way round, so was I in for a nasty surprise! "Now girls, open your atlases and turn to page 44." I lifted the lid of my desk when there were screams from the back of the class, and we all turned round to find Barbara and Nicola standing on their bench, hugging each other and crying their eyes out as Miss King bustled forward to find out what was amiss. Having calmed them down and sat them down in my old desk she asked what had upset them "Please Miss, open our desks and you will see!" Miss King lifted the lids of the two desks and let out a gasp. "Who is responsible for this?" she declared, as she put a hand into each of the desks and holding them by their tails held up two dead rats for the whole class to see. "I think I'm going to be sick!" declared Rachel as she dived through the door making a bee-line for the girls toilet. There was deathly silence throughout the class as everyones' eyes searched for visual clues as to who looked most likely to be