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PART SIX: GARBED
What is this supposed to mean?
I stare at the laundry basket and the piece of clothing I was stuck in
for several hours yesterday. That stupid, bright-ass pink, ruffled,
girly-girl set of plastic panties. I hate them.
A minute went by, and I finally pull the basket in to my room and push it
out of the way.
I have to move, the bus was coming. I run down the stairs and into the
kitchen. Jenny is here, playing with her food, as usual. Mom hands me my
lunch, a glass of juice, and a breakfast sandwich.
"About last night?" she prompts me.
"Wha...?" I cough on my sandwich and quickly start swallowing the juice.
"Oh?" she said disappointedly. "Well, remember how I told you that I
couldn't find Jenny's new nightwear?" she asks but went on without my
response. "I did find the rumba panties under the bed but I haven't come
across the nightie..." She smiles a bit and looks back and forth between
my sister and me, specifically at our midsections.
"Do you know anything about that?" she finally asked.
I just swallow my sandwich and finish my drink. I shook my head side to
side. No. I don't know nothin'. Nothing! And of course I'm not wearing it
under my clothes right now. No way!
"No?" she asks in mock curiosity.
"Gotta get to school, Mom," I say quickly and turn to leave the kitchen.
I am a couple feet into the hall way when mom adds a bit more.
"Also..." she let her words hang for a moment as I stopped moving, "the
rumba panties had a tear in them. Right in the front. Very neat tear.
Almost like they were cut." She pauses again then prompts me, "Weird,
eh?"
"Yeah, that is weird, Mom." Sweat broke out on my palms and neck.
Ok, Mom. We both know you know something. What's on your mind? You are
havng too much fun at my expense right now.
"Hey, do you know why my scissors were on the washing machine this
morning? I always leave them in the sewing kit," she asks. Not waiting
for an answer, she continues, "So I got my sewing kit and fixed them with
a little bit of reinforced nylon tape. Good as new." She took a breath.
I start moving towards the door when my mom speaks one more time.
"I thought you'd want to know that they are as good as new again," she
calls out from the kitchen as I leave the house. "Have a great day at
school."
I feel red all over. I must be blushing a lot. The kids on the bus greet
me. Some of the guys are going on about video games and baseball. I just
flop into a seat and pretend I am sleepy. Lots of kids do that. It's a
great way to get a bit of peace in the morning.
"You ok, man?" Nathan asks as he gave me a quick push into the window.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sup?" I answer.
Nathan's a good guy but today I just want to be left alone. This stupid
nightie makes me all the more self conscious. I just want to get through
the day and get it off.
"You're all red," Nathan points out.
"Yeah," I answer again. "Mom."
It was an complete answer. He knows that something went on between me and
my mother that left me embarrased or angry or something. He doesn't want
anything more to do with it so he backs off.
I go through my morning classes. Reviews are done. Questions are asked.
Wrong answers are given. Explanations are provided. I let the day wash
over me. All I could think about is the nightie that has become my
underclothes, and the plastic panties my mother left on top of my freshly
cleaned laundry. Eventually, after 4 periods, lunch hour comes.
The gym serves as the school cafeteria for about 2 hours per day. Gym
class was either in the morning before the gym is converted or is the
last class of the day. Lately, gym class has been outside. Happily, I do
not have gym this semester. I'd be a laughing stock the moment everyone
sees me encased in pink satin. Nope. I just have to go to my classes and
act like nothing's wrong. I will make it through the day, get home
safely, and get this thing off. After that... a talk with Mom? Emma? I
don't know... and I don't want to think about after that.
I grab my usual spot along with a few of the guys. We shot the shit like
we did on the bus. I turn my attention to the lunch Mom packed for me.
There's a sandwich, a banana, a cupcake, a couple juice boxes, and a
note. A note? What am I, seven? I haven't had a note from Mom in my lunch
since grade school. Oh my god! A NOTE! She knows something and she's
written something about LAST NIGHT. No Mom! This is not cool. This is not
the way we talk about it. Oh shit. No one better see the note. I
carefully take out my food but leave the note in the bag. If I show that,
everyone will ask what it says. They'll get pushy. They'll make me read
it or just take it from me and read it themselves. Guys like to tease
other guys about how much their mommies love them. Not this time though.
That note will describe in more detail exactly how much I am mommy's
baby. Not good. I eat and we go on about video game kills, movie
trailers, and other general awesomeness.
Then the unexpected happens. Out of the blue and out of character, Caleb
decides to pick up my lunchbag.
"What else is in here?" he poses.
"Nuh..." I hesitate and hate myself for it. "Nuh, nothing."
It's a fine day for a stutter.
"Why are you taking my lunchbag?" I demand.
"I dunno. You kept looking at it even after all your food was out," he
says as he tests the weight of the bag. "Nothing, eh?"
He peers into the bag.
"This isn't nothing!" he says as reaches in and pulls out the note.
"My stupid Mom put a note in my lunch. It's nothing," I say as smoothly
as I can.
Did I stammer? I think I did. I didn't feel smooth. I'm sweating all over
and nervous as all hell. Now he's going to read it. They never put it
back. Hell, *I* wouldn't put it back. He's going to read it, and flutter
his eyelashes and make fun of how much my mommy loves me and worries
about me an misses me and wants me to study hard and grow up strong. It's
what I would do so it's what he's going to do now. But that's not what
this note says. This note is much worse. I know it.
"What? A note from mommy?" he coos at me. "Does she love you sooooo
much?"
"Oh, come on," I plead.
I don't know what will stop this. I just stare at Caleb and the note.
What did she write on the note? Mom teased the fucking hell out of me
this morning. She's probably just trying to make me squirm a bit. Aren't
mothers supposed to be nice? What the fuck is this? Caleb narrows his
eyes and works his way through the message.
"Hi Baby," he reads out loud.
"Hi Baby!" all the boys at the table chime in.
I drop my forehead to the table. Clunk.
"I love you so much no matter what happened last night," he goes on. "I
want to talk to you about it when you're ready."
"What happened last night?" he interrupts himself to ask me. I took too
long to answer and didn't raise my head so he goes on.
"Love, Mommy," he pauses and everyone laughs.
I could only imagine the face he's making. It's probably what I
described: the eye fluttering mockery and swooning as seen in cartoons.
Mommy!? Great! Why'd she have to sign it as Mommy? Kiss of death. Today
is ruined. I just need to get my back up. Maybe go to the library. But
for now, I just want to lay my head here and stare at my shoes.
"Guys! Guys!" Caleb raises his voice a bit. "Theres a P.S..." He goes
back to reading aloud, "P.S. I have a surprise waiting for you when you
get home."
There's some chatter between the guys. It took a moment but I'm finally
addressed.
"Jake!" it's Will.
He used to be Willie but that stopped last year. He wouldn't stand for it
anymore.
"Jake!" he repeats. "What happened last night?"
I keep my head down. My cheeks are hot. I need a good lie. Right now! A
big juicy lie.
"What happened last night so that you get a surprise from your Mommy?!',
he asks.
"Yeah! Your Mommy!" someone jumps in.
"Who loves his Mommy so much?" another guy taunts.
"I don't know," I mumble in my humiliation.
Those are not the best words to end the teasing.
"What kind of surprise is it?" Caleb and Will ask.
"I don't know. I don't know what she's talking about," I say hoping to
sound bolder as I shrink away from the conversation.
The questions keep coming but I stop answering them. I don't know who's
asking what or how many times I hear mock-girly voices about my mommy's
love of her baby or whatever. Then I hear a different question.
"Jake, what's that?" one of them asks.
Before I could answer a finger was down my collar on my neck.
"What's this pink shit under your collar?" Caleb demands.
That snaps me back up. I sit straight and pull away from Caleb's hand. I
go to answer but he speaks faster.
"You're wearing something under your uniform!" Caleb points at me. "What
is it?" he insists.
"Nothing," I say.
I'm sure that I could have chosen something worse to say... like: "I'm
wearing a baby's nightie under my clothes" but I'm certain that "Nothing"
is not the right answer to slow them down.
"I gotta see this," Caleb says as he reaches for my collar again.
"No!" I scramble off the bench and back away.
I'm panicking. This isn't good. Gotta run away. Going to the library.
Going out of the gym. Going away! I moved to the door but Caleb is up
fast.
I don't run. Too many times the lunchroom monitor has tagged someone with
a detention for running in the caff. So I don't run. I walk damn fast,
though. I'm at the door with Caleb, Will, Stewart, and Dev right behind
me. I'm barely through the doors when Caleb gets a grip on my shirt and
it pulls free from my pants. Dev gets in front of me.
"Stop! Just stop for a second," Dev says with his palm out and fingers
together.
I do stop. I'm caught again. This is going to be terrible.
"Not here," Will states. "C'mon," he whispers as he points to the change
rooms.
I chose the wrong exit. Any other exit would have been to a hallway but
this leads past the lockers. The hallway is another 20 ft away. I'm so
dead. They grab my arms. I am pulled and shoved into the boys change
room. Dev immediately stands by the entrance but throws glances back
towards me. This is not something new. The five of us have pulled a few
other victims into the change room in the past. It was mostly harmless.
We'd tease a nerd about the girl he liked. We'd copy the homework off of
some browner. No hitting, no hurting. Looks like it's my turn as victim.
I never really thought about it before. I'm about as tall as any of these
guys but they're all bigger than I am. Caleb and Will each have about 30
lbs on me. This could be bad. I pull away from them, away from the exit,
but Caleb still holds my shirt-tail. He closes in.
"Get his shirt!" he calls out.
They move quickly to loosen the tie and buttons at my neck. Caleb pulls
the dress shirt free from my pants and they all tug it over my head. My
arms are still trapped in my shirt when caleb pulls my T-shirt out of my
waistband.
"Oh this is precious!" he laughs out. "Are you wearing a girl's
undershirt?"
"A what?" Dev calls out from the entrance.
They shuffle around a bit and I hear Dev again.
"Shit!" he says. "We have to get a better look at that shit."
"Yeah!" Will and Stewart say together.
So they tug on my shirts and free my nightie from my waistband. It hangs
just past my crotch. I go to pull it over my head but, as usual, it won't
move past my shoulders. I let it go and it drapes over my tummy, flaring
out from my chest. They start cat-calling and whistling. I just collapse
onto a bench and let it happen. Tears break out. I just lost the respect
of my friends. This is forever. They won't forget. I'm going to be mocked
and teased and taunted for the summer and next year.
"I think I need an even better look," Caleb says with a huge grin.
"C'mon Caleb," I plead, "just give me my clothes back."
"You are dressed in your clothes, Jake," he says calmly. "but your
*outfit* doesn't look right."
Oh no! Here it comes. I scramble up from the bench. Better to get out of
here wearing pants than just the nightie. To get out I have to go through
Dev. I move to the door but Stewart manages to block me and Will tackles
me to the floor. They all pause instinctively because of the noise and
look to Dev. He gives a thumbs-up and they turn back to me.
"Get his pants!" Caleb cries out. I feels like a battlecry.
I feel their hands holding me down and grabbing at my clothes. Now I'm
naked from the waist down. They let go and step back. I just sit up and
pull the front of the nightie down to cover my junk. I'm bawling.
"What the fuck!?" I yell at them.
"Indeed," Stewart says back to me. "What the fuck, indeed," he repeats.
"Give me my shit back!" I cry out.
They aren't going to. I know that but I want my clothes so badly. I need
to cover up. Everyone is going to see me. And I can't hide my junk. My
nightie is too short. I'm going to die.
"Why are you wearing that?" Caleb asks. "Why?!" he emphasizes.
"Fuck off!" I spit at him. "Give me my clothes."
I can't think of anything that will help me here. I'm too angry and
embarrased and just flat-out humiliated.
"Why are you wearing that?" Will asks this time. "Are you into dresses or
some shit?" he offers.
"No!" I yell out.
They all look to Dev again. Noise is not good. Noise draws authority.
They don't want any school staff finding us. I don't want that either. I
force myslef to cool down.
"I got an idea," Dev calls out. "Someone watch the door."
He takes off. Will takes his place. I imagine what Dev's idea is. He's
going to get more people to gawk at me. That's it. No teachers or
janitors or anything. Students. He's going to make sure that everyone
gets to see me and not just hear about this. I'm ruined.
"Guys..." I try to plead again but I'm cut off.
"Shut up, fag!" Caleb barked.
This is a new side to Caleb. He looks angry. Really angry.
"You're a fag. Aren't you?" he's ranting. "All this time I've known you
and you're a fag. I can't believe it. I don't want you looking at me when
I change. I don't want you near me in the lockers anymore. You fucking
piece of shit."
Will, Stewart, and I trade glances for a moment.
"What?" all three of us ask in a stupor.
"I should kick your ass right now," Caleb keeps talking. "How could you
do this? Why do you want to be... *this*!"
That's all I need to hear from him. He's gone psycho.
"Dude!" Will speaks up. "Calm down." He looks to me, "You're not a fag,
right?" he asks.
"No way!" I need to tell him something to bring him down a notch. "The
note... from my mom? She caught me jacking off to porn. I was watching
porn last night. That's what it was about. Gay people don't watch porn."
"Porn?" he mumbled. "Was it gay porn, faggot?" he spat out at me.
"It was two chicks going at it," I admitted but left out the diapered man
in the video.
I also left out the second time I masturbated while thinking about being
called Katie-Baby.
"Hot!" Will says. "I like girl on girl."
"Ya, girl on girl is not gay," Stewart says turning to Caleb. "He's not
gay. He's just..." he pauses, "I don't know..." He comtemplates his next
words, "a crossdresser?"
"I'm not a crossdresser!" I shout.
Again, both Stewart and I turn to Will. He's still checking the entrance
and gives the thumbs up.
"Keep it down or we'll get in shit," Stewart says. "And you," he says to
Caleb, "Jake's not a fag so calm down."
He seems to consider something for a moment.
"You know Caleb," he starts, "there's nothing wrong with being gay. You
need to deal with some shit. That crazy shit you were saying earlier?
That's not cool."
"Fuck you!" Caleb barks again.
Caleb bunches up my clothes in his arms and storms towards the entrance
leaving me alone with Will and Stewart.
"Fuck all of you faggots," he mutters on his way out.
"Guys!" I call to them. "My clothes?"
They look at eachother, shrug, and look back at me. I understand them. No
way they are dealing with Caleb right now. He's the one who gets into
fights. He's the one who looks happy when he's fighting. Everyone else
looks scared or just determined when they fight. Not Caleb. He savours
the fight. He delights in beating someone. He even smiles at the blows
when you hit him. No one wants to deal with him right now.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Will asks no one in particular.
"He's a homophobe," Stewart comments, "Wow! Didn't know that." He looks
to me, "and you. What are you?"
"I'm fucked," I mutter. "I'm not anything but fucked."
They chuckle a bit, still enjoying the pranking despite Caleb's outburst.
"Seriously Jake," Stewart asks, "Why are you wearing a pink nightie under
your clothes?" He doesn't pause. "It's a little girl's nightie." His eyes
light up. "It's Jenny's nightie, isn't it? You fit in Jenny's clothes?"
"Yes, this is Jenny's nightie. It fits me," I say quietly.
"I'm wearing my baby sister's nightie!" I raise my voice as Will does
quiet gestures with his hand. "Are you satisfied?"
Will keeps waving us to quiet down as he peers out the entrance.
Someone's coming! I scamper to my feet and make a dash to the showers.
Stewart doesn't stop me. Before I get far Will speaks up.
"I can see your dick, baby!" he laughs. "Don't worry it's just Dev... and
some friends."
I grab at the hum of the nightie as I hear Will. This causes me to lose
my balance and stumble to the floor part way to the showers. I just lay
there, prone, with my hand pulling the nightie over my ass. I feel the
cold tile against my penis. Who are the new witnesses?
"I told you!" Dev motions towards me. "See!'
"He's really wearing a nightie," a girl says.
"It's pink!" another girl says.
"What a fag!" a guy comments.
All kinds of things are said about my situation by several people. I take
it for a while but then I decide to scurry around and face them, still
laying prone. This just may be the least humilating way to do this. At
the door were three girls Lisa, Emily, and Abby, as well as a couple more
guys, Matt and Alex. I lift my arms and cover my face. Not Lisa. Oh, it
doesn't matter anymore. Everyone knows that I'm wearing a nightie to
school. Everyone thinks I'm a fag or a crossdresser or both. I'm done.
I'll never have a good day at school ever again.
"Why are you wearing that?" Lisa asks.
"I can't get it off," I admit. "I put it on last night when I was playing
with Jenny and I can't get it off. That's all. I'm not gay. I'm not a
crossdresser. I'm just stuck!"
"You think you're stuck now?" Alex asks.
"What?!" I ask concernedly.
Conveniently, Evan shows up with a bag.
"You got it?" Dev asks Evan.
Evan nods.
"I'm not sure about this anymore," he says.
"Just give me the bag," Dev says.
Evan hands over the bag and looks at me. He mouths "Sorry" but doesn't
avert his stare.
"What happened to your clothes?" Dev asks in mock sincerity.
"Caleb took off with them," Will interjects. "Left him with nothing but
his pretty dress."
"Nightie," Stewart corrects him. "It's a nightie, not a dress."
"Whatever," Dev says. "We have some clothes for you, Baby."
He tilts the bag towards me. I can see clothes inside but what cathes my
eye is the tartan of a skirt from our girl's uniform.
END OF PART SIX
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