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Busting the Bunheads Belladonna "You've got to be kidding me, Mom!" "I'm not joking. I signed you up." "Without even talking to me?" "It's not up for discussion," Miriam retorted with a shake of her head. "Mom, what will my friends say? I'll be a joke." Miriam shook her head at her pouting, seething child and replied, "You're getting to old for this routine! You need to take the next step." "Not like this..." Miriam shook her head at her daughter. The girl had always been a tomboy, which was something that she always believed was the fault of her late husband. She had tolerated it, but she was upset about her daughter's lack of grace as she was entering her teenage years. Elena was livid at her mother's unilateral decision to sign her up for a summer ballet class. Miriam was certain that it was the answer to the dilemma of what to do with her rough and tumble daughter. "Mom, I'm not like you! I don't want anything to do with those little girly girls!" "Honey, you're going to be in a beginner's class. You're not going to be dealing with the real ballerinas." The sound of the last word her mother spoke made Elena's skin crawl. The thought of being a ballerina of any type was unacceptable to her, and, she was just as certain, to any of her friends. Elena nearly spit as she mulled over her mother's words before she shrieked, "Am I going to be in a class with six year olds?" Miriam laughed at her daughter while she answered, "It's nothing like that. It's a summer course for girls like you." "Like me?" "Girls who need a little refinement," Miriam elaborated. "Oh...I need that so much...," Elena retorted to her mother with a mock British accent before she caused her wrists to go limp and pranced about the room. Miriam shook her head with disgust at her daughter before she yelled, "You see, you look like a boy imitating a girl when you do that!" Elena stopped in her tracks to glare at her mother. While she detested the thought of being a girly girl, she hated being called a boy even more. There was a long list of boys and girls at her school she had slugged who could to attest to that fact. Miriam was not cowed by her daughter's fierce look. She moved towards her and said, "I'm tired of people asking me if you're my son. You'll like the class if you try it..." Elena responded to her mother with only with a scowl and a shake of her head. "You're going to be with your friends," Miriam added with a smile. "What do you mean?" Elena inquired, taken aback by the statement. "I got together with Jessie, Laura and Lauren's moms, and we decided that this was good idea for all of you." "What?" Elena shrieked as her mother had just recited the names of her three closest friends. The four had been friends since kindergarten. They each played softball and soccer with her, as well as their favorite sport, hockey. "You heard me!" "I'm not doing it," Elena bellowed. Elena's declaration brought a stern and calm retort from her mother, "I'm glad that you think you have a choice." Elena stomped her foot while she sulked in front of her mother. The sight was too much for her twin brother. Riley started to laugh, unable to stifle himself any further as thoughts of his sister trading her shoulder pads and helmet for a leotard and bowed slippers. "Shut it," Miriam yelled over her shoulder at her son. "You see, Mom! This is what I'm going to deal with," Elena replied while she pointed to her brother who had his hands over his mouth to muffle his laughter. Miriam shook her head, unmoved by her daughter's complaints. Realizing it, Elena retorted, "I won't do it! You can't make me!" Miriam was silent in the face of her daughter's words. She took a few deep breaths as she stared intently at her before she admitted, "You're right. I can't make you do it." Elena was stunned by her mother's admission. Her momentary relief, however, soon turned to dread. She sensed that it was a setup, and her mother soon confirmed it by adding, "Just like you can't force me to sign the consent forms so you can keep playing hockey or softball or soccer." "MOM!" "No ballet, no sports," Miriam retorted with a shrug before adding, "It's your call." "MOM, THE TEAM NEEDS ME!" "If you want to let them down, that's your choice, dear. I can't stop you..." Miriam retorted, knowing she had her daughter where she wanted her. Elena was stunned. She thought about her mother's threat. Miriam had a proven record of carrying through on her threats in the past. "So, what's it going to be?" Miriam asked. Elena responded with a silent nod. "So, you'll take the class?" Miriam inquired to clarify her daughter's intent. Elena nodded again. Miriam nodded at her daughter, lingering for a bit to make her daughter feel her capitulation. Elena felt humiliated as her mother silently lorded her surrender over her. After more than a minute had passed, Miriam walked away from her daughter and into another room. With his mother out of the room, Riley decided to move in on his sister to compound her humiliation. The sight of her brother's hurried scuttle towards her made Elena squint at the boy. Riley sensed her anger as he said, "So, you're finally going to become a girl." "Shut up!" "Oh, don't be so mean, princess. It's not lady like." "SHUT UP!" Elena replied with a shove that moved Riley back a few inches Riley laughed as he moved back towards her and retorted with a forced deepness to his tone, "That kind of behavior is frowned upon, little girl. What do you think you're a boy or something?" "I'm going to kick your ass," Elena raged as she kicked towards his crotch. Riley blocked the kick with his arm and held her leg in place. "Let me go," Elena yelled, flailing at him with her hands while she repeated her demand. "Not until you tell me how much you and your friends are going to love becoming little princesses," Riley teased. The sound of Miriam's rushing steps made Riley drop his sister's leg before his mother yelled, "Riley, stop teasing your sister." Riley nodded before she turned away from him. As she did so, Riley stepped away from his sister and mimicked a pirouette. "RILEY, WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?" Miriam shouted while Elena seethed at her brother. "What?" Riley asked. "YOU KEEP THAT UP AND YOU'LL BE SORRY!" Riley nodded again before Miriam stepped out of the room. Riley smiled at his sister and said, "My sister, the ballerina." "I'm going to kill you," Elena said. "I want a picture of you in a pink tutu," Riley teased. "THAT'S IT!" Riley's eyes widened as he heard his mother yell. She had overhead him despite his best efforts to mute his mockery. "Mom, I wasn't doing anything," Riley protested. "You know what, Riley? You seem to enjoy this so much that I think you should join your sister." "What?" Riley asked, feeling his stomach sink as he processed her words. "Yes, we'll get your own pair of tights and ballet slippers so you can pirouette all you want with her." "Mom, you've to be kidding. I'm a guy!" "Guys take ballet. Haven't you ever heard of Baryshnikov?" "NO!" Riley replied truthfully as his sister began to laugh. "Well, it will do you some good too." "What are you talking about?" Riley countered, unable to see how any good could come of him taking a dance class. "It'll help you with Glee Club." "I'm not joining that!" "Well, you're not going to get any money for college from be a too slow point guard, a too small winger or for hitting singles." "You do hit like a girl," Elena interjected to tease her brother. "Don't you start," Miriam yelled at her daughter. "I can't do it," Riley rejoined. "If you want a scholarship, you better hope you don't lose that beautiful tenor voice." "I'm a singer, not a dancer." "You were singing along to Van Halen the other day. Did you know that David Lee Roth took ballet?" "Who?" Riley asked. "The lead singer!" "The band's called Van Halen, Mom," Riley retorted. Elena shook her head at her soon while she replied, "Regardless, you wouldn't be the first rocker to take dance." "The answer is no," Riley repeated. "Fine, then, no ballet, no rock band." "All right, I'll quit." "No ballet, no basketball..." "Hey, you took away all my sports," Elena interjected, earning her glare from her mother in the process. "Still, no," Riley replied. "So, no basketball, no hockey, no baseball...," Miriam rejoined as she counted off each sport on a finger. "Fine. Fine and fine," Riley retorted with a shake of his head. Miriam nodded at her stubborn son and added, "Then, no ballet, no summer." "You can't take away summer," Riley retorted with a shake of his head. "I can keep you from going out! Being grounded for the whole summer is something we can do if you want. You won't go back outside until you go back to school in the new clothes that Mommy picks out for you. I think you'd look darling in some nice sweater vest and khakis and loafers, instead of dressing like some wanna be rapper." "You wouldn't do that," Riley countered in a weak voice. "Try me!" Riley stared in silence at his mother. He thought back to the month his mother made his sister wear nothing but skirts and dresses to school as a punishment despite the cold weather. He thought about the year his bad behavior resulted in his Batman Halloween costume being returned for a Grumpy Care Bear costume, despite the abuse she knew he was going to take. He was well enough aware that his mother would make good on her threat if challenged. Miriam smiled at her son and asked, "Is that a silent, 'I'll do it, Mom?'" Riley hung his head as he nodded in reply, believing that he was agreeing to the lesser of two evils. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As his mother drove them to their first class, Riley shook his head, still in disbelief that his mother had actually signed him up. He feared what Elena's friends would say once they caught a glimpse of him in his tights and slippers that seemed to differ only in color from the ones that were bought for his sister. A part of him could not believe that his mother was really subjecting him to the humiliation. He was not like his sister. He did not need to improve his grace since it was not something that was expected from him. For her part, his mother treated the car ride as she did any other when she was taking her kids to a practice or a game. Miriam's job afforded her the opportunity to work from home, which let her be able to take them from place to place. Riley's eyes darted towards his sister. The pout on her face was even more pronounced than the one on his face. He could not understand that, knowing that his humiliation would be far worse than hers would be if proof of his participation made it out to others at their school. His gaze soon drifted out a window. Riley tried to put his pending degradation out of his mind. His attempts to do so, however, left his mind preoccupied by thoughts about the trip to the store that he had taken with his mother and sister to shop for the class. Walking into the dance store was beyond mortifying to him. As he stared at the racks of leotards and accessories, his stomach wrenched at the thought of putting anything the store sold on his body. The sight of an old woman working there put him slightly at ease before the old woman assigned a young girl a few years older than him to help them shop. Riley's cheeks turned bright red while his mother told the pretty girl that they were shopping for both of her children. The salesgirl was polite as she helped Elena shop first before she turned her attention to Riley. Riley wanted to die as she handed him a pair of black tights and gave him advice about how to put on his tights. 'This isn't something a guy should know,' Riley thought while he held the tights in his hands before she handed him additional pairs. She helped him shop for tops before she assisted his hasty choice of cover- ups and ballet slippers. The girl finished by reaching for a dancer's belt. Riley's jaw dropped as she held the thong like garment in front of him. His face turned beet red while the pretty salesgirl pulled at the waistband "Go on and take it, ballerina boy," Elena teased bringing a stern rebuke from her mother and a look of disapproval from the cute salesgirl. The salesgirl smiled as she said, "You're going to put this on under your tights." "It's like a jockstrap," Miriam noted, trying to put her son at ease. The salesgirl wasted little time in disabusing Miriam and her son of that notion as she corrected her, "It's not like a jockstrap. It doesn't give you any protection. It's not uncommon for a girl to misplace her foot on a turn and hit you...uh...there. So, you got to be careful." 'Something to keep in mind,' Elena thought to herself with a grin. Riley gave the salesgirl a horrified look before she added, "What it does, is it positions your...um...stuff into a nice, tight package." Riley squirmed at the thought of it before she added, "The reason it's a thong is so that it doesn't show any panty lines under you tights." Miriam nodded, understanding the rationale, while Riley was mortified by it, feeling as if the explanation was adding insult to injury. Elena could not help but struggle not to laugh at her brother having to worry about visible panty lines. "You also have to be careful about how you wear it," the salesgirl added. Riley was shaking his head at her as the salesclerk continued, "If you don't wear it right, I'm told that it's really uncomfortable. Mom, can you explain how the dancers belt is supposed to be worn?" Riley cringed as the pretty girl yelled across the store at her mother about how his private parts should be situated. The older woman walked over and said with a smile, "Of course. Okay, son, with this, you need to position your stuff right." 'Please stop talking about my dick,' Riley thought as his mother listened intently to the woman, while his sister smirked at his obvious discomfort. The older woman continued, "If you wear it too low, it's going to land on your boys. It's going to chafe. It's a whole painful thing, but don't worry, my husband told me how it wear it with no pain. You've just got to position it right." Riley nodded, wanting the older woman to get to the point and end the public discussion about the situating of his genitalia as soon as possible. The saleswoman continued, "What you got to do is what my husband calls the scoop and swoop. You've got to take your genitals and swoop them upwards. You then position it all front and center and the belt make sure it stays there." Riley cringed at the woman's words as he thought, 'Good, Lord! My Mom's right next to next to me.' Noticing his reddened cheeks, the older woman noted, "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. It's cute that you want to dance." 'I don't want to dance,' Riley thought, but he did not dare to say it, figuring it would only make things worse as the cute, young salesgirl seconded her mother's words. Riley found that the only thing worse than having that instruction given to him in front of his mother was when he had to follow it. The reality of putting on the dancers belt proved the words the woman spoke to be true. Taking the dancer's belt in his hands, Riley started pulling it up to his waist. He followed the woman's instructions and had his penis facing up towards his belly button as he pulled it on. Once it was on his waist, Riley felt immediate pinching on his scrotum. Riley's hand darted into the pouch and pulled his scrotum inside of it. He felt immediate relief as his testicles were compressed inside the pouch. The feeling of the thong between his butt cheeks soon started to bother him though. Riley shook his head at the feeling and groused, "How can you get comfortable with a strap running up your ass crack?" After adjusting the belt without much success at making himself more comfortable, Riley reached for his tights. The feeling of the soft fabric on his legs felt odd to him as he brought them up his legs, following the instructions his mother and the salesgirl had given him. He was surprised to find that it excited him slightly. The discomfort in his compressing dancer's belt from his arousal, however, soon put a damper on his enjoyment of it. "What the fuck was that about?" Riley muttered to himself. Riley shook his head while he stared down at his body from the waist down. The black opaque tights seemed so strange on his legs before he hurried to cover them with the black jogger sweatpants the salesgirl had sold him. The fact that the pants were unseasonable did not even register since he was solely concerned with hiding his legs from public view. With his legs covered, Riley reached for the white top the salesgirl had selected for him. He was relieved that the short sleeved, v-neck t-shirt was not much different from other shirts he had worn, with the exception of its body hugging tightness. Riley covered his t-shirt with a windbreaker before he put his feet into his sneakers. His tights covered feet felt strange in his sneakers. The tights felt far more slippery beneath his feet than his socks normally felt in the sneakers. That feeling still seemed odd to him, but the way the thong of his dancer's belt was riding up his butt cheeks remained his greatest complaint as the car pulled up in front of the dance studio. Miriam unlocked the doors to the car and got out. Riley and Elena were slow to follow their mother out of the car. Her growing impatience was evident by the time they finally got out and started towards the studio. Miriam smiled as she introduced her children to their instructor. Miss Schorer glanced down at the two peeved children before she said, "They look like eager learners." 'Hell no,' Riley and Elena thought in unison before Miss Schorer ordered them to get ready for class. Riley and Elena gave each other wary looks while they walked into the studio and saw the barre facing the mirror. Some of the girls were stretching as they entered. Riley smiled at the girls he had never met before. He was relieved that they were not from his school, with the exception of one of Elena's friends. Elena gave a weary smile at her friend Lauren who rushed over to her. Lauren shook her head as she said, "Can you believe this...wait, what is he doing here?" "He's joining us," Elena replied with a grin. "Shut up," Lauren responded with a laugh as she shook her head at Riley. "He insisted on it," Elena lied. Riley tried to ignore them as he removed his cover-ups while Elena's two other friends, Jessie and Laura walked into the studio together. They grinned at Riley as they walked by him without saying a word. Riley focused on himself as he slipped his feet into his split-sole, canvas ballet slippers. After adjusting the slippers' drawing elastic strings, he stood up and saw that all of his sister's friends were looking at him. Elena's friends giggled as they stared at Riley's crotch. He blushed at their inappropriate leers before Lauren asked, "Is that all it is?" "It's the belt..." "Thong," Elena corrected her brother. "Ew...I would never wear a thong," Laura replied with a shake of her head. "There's a surprise," Riley retorted to Elena's heavyset friend. The girl shot him a glare. Before she could retort, however, Miss Schorer entered the room and told everyone to finish getting ready. Riley stood still as he watched the girls continuing to strip down to their leotards and tights and put on their shoes. He touched his low ponytail that his mother had tied up and made sure it was tight as he waited for direction. As the girls finished getting ready, Miss Schorer told the girls to get to the barre. A few moved towards it before Riley and the others realized what she meant and followed suit. Miss Schorer glared at her class as she said, "Good morning, girls. I will be your instructor for four hours a day for the next eight weeks. I've been tasked by your families with making presentable young ladies out of you. Now, you may think that I'm just a poor old lady who got stuck with such an impossible task, but you girls will soon realize that it is you who should be pitied." The girls gave each other wary looks before the woman continued, "While some of you may not like it, rest assured that the skills you learn here will help you the rest of your lives. Whether it's with carrying yourself around boys or adding a little extra flexibility for your sporty things, or whatever trifling nonsense it is that you girls do, this will be a help to you. If you accept that, you will find getting through these eight weeks a lot easier. Are there any questions?" Riley alone raised his hand. Miss Schorer acknowledged him before he asked, "Do you have to keep referring to us as girls?" Miss Schorer's glare fixed on Riley as she answered, "Gentleman should not have hair that long. Get a hair cut and maybe I'll consider it, otherwise you may as well put it up in a bun like the other girls." Riley was shocked by the curtness of her dismissal of his request. Elena smirked as she said, "She's got you there, Sis." "Silence," Miss Schorer yelled at Elena for speaking out of turn. The loudness of her voice and steeliness in Miss Schorer's eyes surprised Elena. She complied, slightly afraid of the woman. With the class cowed by her imperious tone and demeanor, Miss Schorer continued, "Girls, we are going to go through the basic positions. You will follow my lead exactly." The girls nodded in reply before Miss Schorer continued, "In ballet, you will learn grace, elegance, technique, discipline, flexibility, stamina and endurance." The girls nodded again in response to her stern tone that she reinforced by pounding a sturdy looking walking stick into the floor while she did so for emphasis. Jessie looked at Elena and asked in a worried, "She's not going to hit us with that, is she?" Elena was too terrified to reply. Miss Schorer overheard them before she shouted, "Girls, you will not speak unless spoken in my presence. Am I clear?" "Yes," the girls replied largely in unison. "That's yes, Miss Schorer. Now, do it right," Miss Schorer shouted like a drill sergeant while she banged her walking stick into the ground. "Yes, Miss Schorer," the nervous girls replied in unison, focusing on the stick more than the face of the woman they could not find the nerve to look in the eyes. Satisfied with their cowed responses, Miss Schorer's continued, "Ballet is the most important dance form that a child, young lady or adult can study. It is the backbone of all dances. What you learn here, will help you with any discipline." Miss Schorer finished her introductory speech before she put her pupils through a series of warm up exercise. She then ordered them to the barre. Riley stood beside the girls, waiting for directions before Miss Schorer began to give them French terminology that she displayed in action as she trained the class. Riley and the girls clutched the barre to help support themselves as they worked through exercises on one side of their bodies before switching hands and working through the same motions on the other side. The words that Miss Schorer used to describe what they were doing seemed almost as strange to the Riley and the girls as the way the unnatural movements made their bodies feel. Every Plie, Tendu, Battement Degage and Ron De Jambe the woman put them through while barking about the positions of their feet and hands made the girls struggle to keep up. The girls tripped over themselves as they tried to learn as quickly as Miss Schorer endeavored to teach them. Miss Schorer left her pupils with little room for error despite their unfamiliarity with the movements or words she was speaking. Riley was relieved to take the least abuse from Miss Schorer. He was the only one she praised as she corrected the girls much more than him. Riley smiled as he watched his sister being berated by the woman, "Don't scrunch you feet, point them." Elena looked at her, unsure of what she was talking about before Miss Schorer nearly stomped her toes with her walking stick. Elena jumped back, unscrunching her feet in the process. Miss Schorer made a point of telling all the girls to point, using their toes, "When you lift a foot, your toes should be in a point. It makes your extensions and lines seem longer and increases your balance." The girls were perplexed by what the woman was talking about, but they were each sure to follow her directions for fear of Miss Schorer's walking stick finding its way to their toes. The older woman focused on their feet further, berating the girls to stay off their heels. "Place your weight forward on your supporting leg. If you put your weight on your heels, your hips cannot square over your supporting leg and foot," the woman counseled her class. The class kept practicing the same movements over and over again. Each time Miss Schorer seemed to indicate it was the last time they did a movement, they did it at least three more times. The disconnect between what she was saying and making them do was confusing more than a few of Riley's classmates. As Laura tried to do the Ron De Jambe, she slipped and fell to the floor. "This is so hard," Laura complained as she pushed herself up. "Life is hard. Ballet is life," Miss Schorer barked at the fallen girl. "I'm sorry," Laura replied. "You are weak," Miss Schorer retorted as she waved her walking stick in front of the heavyset girl. "I'm not weak," Laura whined. "You are weak. You children complain that everything is too hard. Nothing that is worth doing is easy. I promise you this, things are going to be hard here, and they're going to be hard the rest of your life. When things are hard, you never give up, otherwise you may as well as surrender and die." 'A bit over the top,' Riley thought as the woman turned her gaze on the rest of her frightened and disinterested charges. "You must push yourself past the point of pain. If hurts, that doesn't mean you stop. You let your body get used to the pain." "We're trying. It's a lot to learn," one girl Riley did not know spoke up. "It's not hard if you think," Miss Schorer retorted before she made the girl do a series of extra of Plies for speaking out of turn. After watching the girl struggling despite her constant correction with the pokes of her walking stick, Miss Schorer shouted, "Think when you dance. Everything in life and ballet requires thinking! You must think about your next step while you're doing this one. When you move your leg, you should be thinking about where your hip and shoulders should be moving." As the class continued, Riley found himself struggling to think about his next move as the dancer's belt grew more uncomfortable. As they took instruction, Riley started to pull at his dancer's belt through his tights. Miss Schorer noticed Riley's pulling at his dancer belt. She shook her head while she chided him, "Riley, stop touching yourself! You'll get used to the feeling." The certainty in her voice made Riley uncomfortable with the realization that she was likely right. Getting used to wearing it was not something that he wanted to do however, especially as he heard the girls' laughing at him again. Riley went back to trying follow along with the regiment while his instructor turned her gaze to Jessie and his sister. She shook her head as she said, "You two should be rotating your hips more." The girls gave her dumbfounded looks since the pains in their hip sockets told them that they were certainly doing something. "You show the inside of your foot to the ceiling. I don't know what is so hard to grasp about this," Miss Schorer added before she said, "You turn out from your hips not your knee." "Like this," Elena asked. "No," Miss Schorer replied before she said, "All of you, place your right legs on the barre. Now, put your hips in the air. See how that feels? Now, adjust your hips so that your leg is extending out of the hip. Your hip should not stick up or out. Much better, girls." Elena was relieved to receive her praise before she ordered them to pli?. As they were in position, Miss Schorer asked, "I want all you girls to confirm that your knee is in line with the center of your foot. If it is, you will turn out from hip and not overextend your knee." The girls checked what she was talking about as she walked around and inspected them all. She nudged each of her students with her walking stick to correct their posture and body positioning. Riley lost track of the number of girls the instructor berated for sticking out their butts. After not getting any results, she said, "Girls I want you to stand like you're texting your boyfriend." Riley froze unsure of what to do. He saw his sister smirking, waiting for him to comply. Miss Schorer stared at Riley's startled face and said, "You can stand like you're texting a girlfriend." The girls laughed at the teacher's words. Riley blushed before he relaxed his back and hyper extended his spine like most of the other girls. The teacher nodded at the class before she said, "Now, I want you line up your spine into its natural position which leads to straight lines down the sides of the curve of your spine." Riley and the girls struggled to force their backs into positions of good posture. It was unlike the positioning that had come natural to them. After the class finished with their final exercises of the day, Miss Schorer began to lead them through cool down stretches. Once the class came to an end, most of the girls were picked up by their mothers. Riley and Elena were among the last left as they saw a group of girls being dropped off. "Who are they?" Riley asked his sister, not recognizing the girls to his relief. "Those are my bunheads. Those are real dancers, girls," Miss Schorer interjected. Riley shook his head at his instructor's obstinate refusal to stop referring to him as a girl. His eyes soon fixated on the face of the girl that stuck him as the prettiest of the group. The girl gave Riley a smile as she entered and asked, "Miss Schorer, who is this?" "He's one the newbies." "Really?" The girl asked. "Yes. He's with the beginner's summer class." "So, what made you want to take ballet?" The girl asked. "I didn't really want to," Riley admitted. "Not many boys do, but their butts look so cute in the tights," Isabelle said to her friends laughter. Riley laughed along before he said, "How long have you been dancing?" "Since I was three, like all real dancers." "I guess that excludes me," Riley replied. "No. Men can start later. There's a lot less competition. As you can see, girls can't wait," Isabelle said with a sneer that was directed to his slouching sister and Lauren, who were sitting with their legs far apart. Elena and Lauren glared at Isabelle and the other giggling bunheads. Riley laughed along as he said, "Those two are no competition for a pretty girl like you." "Oh, we know," Isabelle responded to her friends' nods. Elena grew irritated by their comments and shouted, "Ballerina boy, stop wasting their time." "He's not wasting my time," Isabelle replied as she moved closer to him. "He's a male dancer. He's gay," Lauren lied. "Not all male dancers are gay," Isabelle replied before adding, "Some have proven it to us very well." "I'm not gay," Riley replied with a grin. "Really?" The girl said with a wink. Riley nodded before she added, "You're cute." "I know it baby," Riley replied to her laughter, feeling a surge of his normal confidence returning. Riley cringed at the sight of his mother pulling up. He hated to leave the cute girl, but he had little choice. "See you tomorrow?" The girl asked before he stepped out the door. "Absolutely," Riley answered with a grin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After his mother dropped him at the studio the next morning, Riley stripped down to his tights and top again. As he bent down to adjust his slippers, he felt arms on his body. "What are you doing?" He barked. "So, you think the bunheads are better than us?" One of the girls asked. "I know it," Riley countered. The girls stared at one another before he felt the first pull. He was shocked as they tore the shirt off his back. "What the hell are you doing?" Riley asked as he glared at them, bare chested. "That's what uppity bitches get," Lauren answered for the group. Riley was angry and went to reach for his jacket. Laura held it in her hands before she and his sister's friends tore it in half. "Are you crazy?" "Nope. Enjoy going home," Lauren retorted before she and Elena tore his sweatpants in half too. Riley started to hyperventilate as he thought about having to walk into his home dressed only in a pair of tights and sneakers. He shook his head and said to himself, "This can't be happening." "But it is," his sister replied for the angry group that had not noticed Miss Schorer's entering the room. "What is going on in here?" She yelled. The girls moved away from Riley before she saw the topless boy and his tattered clothing. She shook her head and said, "What were you girls thinking?" The girls hung their heads before one told her how Riley insulted them yesterday. Miss Schorer shook her head and said, "An insult is not a reason to destroy someone else's property!" The girls were forced to agree with her statement while she waved her walking stick about in the air. The girls were in terrified silence as Miss Schorer said, "Come on, Riley. I'll get you something to wear. And while we're gone, I want each of you to think long and hard about what you did because you're going to be paying for it all day." The girls swallowed deeply at her threat while Riley followed behind her. The woman went into the storage area and found a box of male costumes. She pulled out a top and said, "This will do." Riley cringed as he took the billowy green top in his hands. He struggled to come up with a reason to refuse to wear it before he said, "I can't wear this. It's not my style." "Don't be silly. It's a men's top and you can't be shirtless here." 'It's a fag's shirt,' Riley thought, but did not dare to say for fear that she could find something worse if she took offense. After he put the light top on, he followed his instructor back to the girls. He could see the girls' delight in his effeminate top as he walked past them to start his stretches. The class proceeded largely the same as the class the day prior, going through stretches before proceeding through barre exercises as Miss Schorer drilled the French terminology of ballet into her pupils. Unlike the prior class, however, Miss Schorer introduced her students to center floor work. The class moved to the center portion of the studio's classroom. Miss Schorer had them repeat many of the same movements they did at the barre in the center of the room while she continued to correct them with her walking stick. Once more, Riley was spared the worst of the berating the wrinkled woman with a tight gray bun could muster. She kept on referring to the class as girls, again deliberately ignoring Riley's masculinity. The constant reminder of what she thought of him made Riley begin to wonder if it was time to cut his hair. Once the class ended, Isabelle was already waiting in the small lobby. She grinned as Riley noticed her and hurried towards her. Isabelle gave Riley a confused look as she asked, "What's with the top?" Riley explained what happened before Isabelle cast a glare at his classmates and said, "That's what happens when you put trailer trash in tights." Riley laughed before Isabelle added, "Obviously excluding you." "I'm definitely not from the trailers." "With that butt, I really wouldn't care if you were." "Oh, you like?" Riley asked as he twisted his neck to take a glimpse of it. "It's cute." "Not as cute as you." Isabelle laughed as she said, "Well, I'd hope I'm cuter than a boy's butt, but I can't say that about the rest of your class." "Tell me about it," Riley replied, bemoaning that he was stuck with the ungainly, plodding girls while Isabelle and her classmates oozed the femininity that attracted him. "You should friend me on Facebook." "What's your last name?" Riley asked. Riley made a mental note of it before the girl hugged him goodbye as his mother pulled up early. Riley dawdled with the girl for a minute before Elena pulled him out the door, not wanting to wait any longer than necessary to get out of her leotard and tights. Miriam gawked at her son with a slack jaw as he rushed to the car in his tights and a billowy top that she could only believe was a blouse. As he got into the car, she asked, "What happened to you?" "Elena and her friends tore up my clothes," Riley shouted. "He started it," Elena countered. "How?" Miriam demanded to know. "He said me and the other girls are ugly." "And..." "That's it." "So, you tore up his clothes because he insulted you?" Miriam asked. "Yah." "That's not a proportional response," Miriam retorted before adding, "But it still wasn't nice, Riley." "It's not my fault. I was just trying to talk with this girl..." "Girl..." "Yah, his little girlfriend," Elena teased. "I'm just trying to make the best of things." Miriam shook her head at her children, "Neither one of you has any reason to complain." Riley and Elena gave her shocked looks before they glared at one another. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Riley was relieved to be covered up again when he entered the studio the following day. The 30 feet between the driveway and the front door of his mother's house had never felt as long as it had the day before. Riley laughed to himself as he thought about how he struggled to keep his composure while he stepped out of the car in the billowy top and tights the day before. He wondered how he looked to anyone as he made his mad dash to the door. He tried to reassure himself that, given his long hair and the blouse like appearance of the top, anyone who saw him from behind would have assumed that he was a girl. His laughter over that thought turned to concern as he wondered if anyone could really confuse him for a girl the way some people occasionally confused his sister for a boy. The class proceeded similar to the one the day before. Riley received far more praise and far less correction than any of the girls in his class. Miss Schorer stated that she was impressed by how quickly he learned. Her praise that he was a natural was not well received by Riley or the others however. Riley hated to think that she might be right. After the class finished its center floor work, Miss Schorer said, "Girls, today, we're going to finish up by teaching you proper r?v?rence." The girls listened intently as Miss Schorer explained that, "Each of you is going to do a little combination in the center. When you finish, each of you girls is going to give me a proper curtsy for teaching you this wondrous art." The girls gave each other wary looks since none of them knew what a curtsy was. Miss Schorer read the girls minds having trained too many like them before as she demonstrated a curtsy. "Girls, I want you all to do what I just did, except for you Riley, you can do a bow." The girls struggled to follow her lead as Riley bowed with ease. Miss Schorer shook her head as she said, "Only Riley did a modestly acceptable job." Elena sucked her lips into her mouth as she wanted to shout, 'I could bow too!' "Girls watch me again and follow along," Miss Schorer ordered. Riley grinned as he saw his sister and her friends swallowing hard in response to the woman's order. Elena's complaints to his mother about Miss Schorer being a psychopath made him want to laugh as he watched his sister being forced to pay her respect to the ballet instructor for teaching her something she had no interest in learning. Miss Schorer went through her instruction, "This is like a regular curtsy, but it's different since you girls don't have skirts. You start by first, lowering your head by bending slightly forward. Do not dare raise your head until your curtsy is over. Understood?" "Yes, Miss Schorer," the girls replied. Miss Schorer continued, "Put your feet in first position. Now, you do a step to the side and turn towards me. You then do a chass? derri?re, where you simply slide the back leg and foot in an extended position behind your body. You will then step forward, again to the side, and then do another chass? derri?re through first position before you will bring your open to demi-bras and close in fifth position." The girls struggled to do it before Miss Schorer stood up and forced them to practice their r?v?rence five more times before she allowed each student to do a r?v?rence for her. Riley and Elena were both embarrassed to have to bow and curtsy to the woman, however, the fact that everyone in the class had to do it too lessened their mortification. After the class ended with cool down stretches, Riley spent time flirting with Isabelle. They made plans for a date before the other girls were picked up. Miss Schorer called Isabelle into the studio room, leaving Riley and Elena as the last two in the lobby as their mother was running late again. Elena shook her head at Riley and said, "How can you like that bitch?" "She's pretty," Riley countered. "You're disgusting," Elena replied as she walked out of the studio to wait for her mother outside. "All right it's time to get changed into your costumes," Riley heard Miss Schorer announce through the wall. Riley smiled as he got to his feet and crept towards the door. He pulled it slightly open and saw the girls putting on their performance costumes. He pouted as their bodies were covered with dance underwear. Miss Schorer kept her eyes on them before she saw the crack in the door. She moved towards and cast a glance at the mirror facing the door. Her eyes squinted as she caught a glimpse of Riley's largely obscured face in the mirror. Miss Schorer hurried towards the door. The sight made Riley move away from the door. He stepped outside as he saw his mother pulling up. Miss Schorer followed him out the door. She shook her head as she said, "What were you doing, young man?" "Nothing," Riley lied. "What happened?" Miriam asked as she got out of her vehicle. "Mrs. Stannus, I just caught your son peeking on my afternoon class." "Well, he has a girlfriend in the class..." "While they were changing," Miss Schorer interjected, disabusing Miriam that the most innocent explanation was inapplicable. Miriam glared at her son, disgusted with his voyeuristic behavior. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Stannus. We can't have a boy doing that here. It's a total violation!" "To say the least," Miriam replied, shooting a glare at her son. "What if he was a girl?" Elena interjected with a smirk. The look on his sister's face made Riley want to punch her on the spot. He held back, knowing that his punishment would only be worsened if he acted on his instinct. Miss Schorer laughed at Elena's words before she added, "That's the only way it would be appropriate." "If only," his mother replied amused by the thought. "He could dress the part," Elena interjected. Miss Schorer began to laugh again, as did Miriam. Collecting herself, Miss Schorer grew contemplative as she said, "I guess I would take him back under that circumstance." "You would?" Miriam inquired as Riley's stomach sank. He could not believe that they were actually considering his sister's suggestion. "It's an appropriate punishment," Miss Schorer noted with a smile. "I already spent the money and this was a punishment," Miriam replied, enjoying the sight of her squirming son. Elena pressed, "It wasn't a punishment, Mom! The freak enjoyed it." "I did not!" "He was flirting with that girl the whole time." "That's true. He did catch Isabelle's eye quickly," Miss Schorer replied. "I guess he should do it then," Miriam responded as Riley's heart raced. "It's only right," Miss Schorer replied to Miriam with a grin. Miriam unlocked the car and told her children to wait for her. Riley walked away from Miriam in a daze while he heard his sister teasing him about what his mother had agreed to with Miss Schorer. It seemed like a nightmare to him as he walked to the car. As the children got into the car, Miriam turned to Miss Schorer and said, "Thanks for playing along." Miss Schorer's smile left her as she nodded and said, "I wasn't." Miriam gave the woman a perplexed look. A grin then came across her face as she said, "Wait...that could really scare him straight. It'll just be a one time thing though." "That's a shame," Miss Schorer replied. "Why? You would take him for longer?" Miriam asked with some confusion. "The shame of it is he has real talent. That boy was born to dance. He could be a star," Miss Schorer explained. Miriam was stunned by the woman's statement. A smile came to her face as she said, "I'm hoping that he'll be back to dancing soon enough." "I think it's what he was meant to do." The further compliment of her son's prowess made Miriam pause. She thanked the woman and said, "You'll see him tomorrow." "With bells on?" Miss Schorer asked with a laugh. Miriam gave her a nod and a smile in response before she went to the car. As she got in, she started the car and did not address her children. The silence made Riley fearful as he watched his mother drive them to the dancewear store. The car pulled into the parking lot before Miriam ordered her children out of the car. She held the door to the shop open and said, "Inside, girls." Riley shook his head, prompting a glare from his mother. Miriam barked, "Get moving." 'This can't be happening,' Riley thought while he walked into the store. The same cute salesgirl that helped them the first time came over. She smiled as she said, "I didn't expect to see you guys again so soon." "Well, we need to buy some more leotards and tights," Miriam replied, unable to hide her peeved tone. "Oh," the girl said sneaking a look at Elena, certain that she had destroyed her outfits. "This should do," Miriam said as she picked up a black, tank top leotard that was decorated with a mesh front insert, mesh x-back straps and back keyhole detail and bow. "Let me see," the salesclerk said as she checked the leotard. She shook her head before she added, "This is one size bigger than the one you bought for your daughter." Miriam shrugged as she said, "We're getting it." "But it won't fit her right," the salesclerk noted while she looked at Elena. Her eyes focused on Riley as she realized that he was slightly bigger than his sister was. Riley blushed as she saw the surprised look on the salesclerk face. Riley's reddened cheeks confirmed the salesgirl's suspicion. "Well, Miss, you know that we do sell boy's leotards." Riley was stunned by that statement. His sister did not want to give him even that leeway as she said, "Well, my brother wants to be a girl." The salesclerk laughed at Elena's statement. Again, Riley's blushing cheeks told her the story though. The salesgirl collected herself and said, "Well, there's a lot of people who want to be girls. I guess it's because we're so much better than smelly boys." Riley wanted to runaway from the pretty girl's forced attempt at being nice to him about being something he was not. Riley blushed more at it as the girl picked up a pink, halter top leotard and said, "How lenient is your instructor?" "Not at all," Elena replied. "Okay, then, she should stick to black leotards, but there are some pretty patterns we can get for her," the girl responded in a perky tone as she put the pink leotard away. Miriam and Elena nodded while Riley continued to blush, distraught that the pretty girl had taken to calling him a girl as well. Riley shook his head. He tried not to cry as he thought, 'When am I going to wakeup?' Miriam took a few leotards off the rack before the salesgirl said, "She's going to need pink tights if her instructor's a traditionalist." "She's horrifyingly traditional," Elena replied. "Miss Schorer?" The salesgirl inquired to Elena's surprise. "How did you know?" Miriam responded. "She's the best. I'm her assistant instructor with her children's classes," the salesgirl gushed, dashing Elena's hopes that the salesgirl would convince Miriam not send her children back to the class. "Why don't you still dance?" Miriam replied. "I broke an ankle," the salesgirl replied with a sullen look that told Miriam to stop prodding. Riley watched as the girl turned away from them and took hold of pink tights and handed them to him. Riley could not believe that his mother expected him to wear something pink, let alone pink tights. With the tights selected, the salesclerk got a pair of pink slipper that were identical to the ones that had been purchased for his sister. Miriam smiled at her son before she said, "You know what, she wants her own personality. Her sister has the same pair." "So, she wants something else?" Miriam nodded, answering again for her son. "She's way more girly than me," Elena added, prompting to Riley to blush more, hoping that no one would enter the store and see what he had been reduced to in the course of several days. Riley rolled his eyes at his sister while the salesgirl put the shoes down and picked up another pair. She held them up and asked, "Will these do?" Riley stared at the pink double drawstring slippers. He was appalled at the idea of wearing of them. His mother answered, "They'll do." "They're a little more expensive." "Only the best for my little girl," Miriam answered the clerk. Happy enough to ring up the bigger sale, the salesgirl did not say another word about the shoes before she asked, "Does she need any cover-ups?" "No she can share her sister's." The salesgirl nodded in response as Riley's mind raced at the thought of sharing clothing with his twin sister. "Well, there is one thing she's going to need that your other daughter doesn't. Something to cover up what's beneath the dancer's belt." Miriam nodded before she asked, "What do you have for that?" "We have a full line of dance wraps and skirts." "Oh, what about this?" Elena asked as she grabbed a pink, tulle and chiffon over four-tier double net tutu. "That's tutu much," Miriam noted with a laugh. Riley glared at her in response, while her daughter and the salesclerk gazed blankly at her. "That was lame, even for you, Mom," Elena noted, breaking her silence to respond to her mother's pun. The salesgirl replied, "I was thinking of something that would give him a little more cover." Miriam nodded as she looked over the skirts and wraps. She then turned to Riley to say, "Pick one out sweetie." Riley shook his head, not wanting to have to do it. Miriam gave him an expectant look. Realizing that the salesgirl already thought that he was transgendered, he realized that there was no reason to try to fight against his mother and get in worse trouble. Riley looked through the skirts. Each was in a bright pastel color or multicolored, many with floral patterns. Riley's hesitations made his mother act, "She'll take the turquoise wrap." After picking the wrap off the rack, the salesclerk picked out some hair accessories for him before Miriam paid for his purchases. As they walked out of the store, Elena turned to her mother and asked, "Did Riley thank you for purchasing him his pretty clothes?" Riley glared at his sister before his mother replied, "You haven't thanked me yet!" Elena was silent in response. Miriam nodded, "That's what I thought. Don't pick on your brother." 'Is that your job?' Riley wondered to himself as he followed her into the car. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the day of the next class came, Riley stared at the black leotard and pale pink tights that he was expected to wear that day with a sick feeling in his stomach. He clasped his head before he put the pink ballet slippers and skirt wrap away in his bag to change into once he got to the studio. The luxury of putting off dressing in the rest of the outfit, however, was not available to him. Riley gazed in silence at the outfit again before he heard a pounding on his door. "Riley, are you almost ready?" His mother inquired. "Just a minute," he answered. "Well, hurry up," Miriam retorted. "Okay," Riley shouted. "Don't use that tone with me," Miriam rejoined. "I'm sorry," Riley replied, feeling sorry in more than one way as he looked at the outfit his big mouth and peeping eyes had earned him. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Riley whined to himself as he began to roll down his tights. He brought them up his legs and felt the same arousal he felt the first time he brought a pair of black tights up his legs. The same feeling of disgust about his arousal entered his mind as he grimaced at the feeling he so enjoyed. The pale pink color only served to make his arousal embarrassing as he brought the tights up his legs before he pulled them up over his dancer's belt and adjusted himself. The way the pink tights looked on his thin legs made Riley's stomach churn. The color made the tights seem even more of an affront to his masculinity than the black ones he had worn before. He felt that the compressed bulge in his crotch was the only thing that distinguished him from the girls in his class. Riley clenched his eyes shut while he reached for his black leotard. The light, cap-sleeved garment felt strange in his hands. He opened his eyes as he felt the bow that rested in the middle of the otherwise open back of the leotard. He cringed at the design while he stepped into the leotard and brought it over his body. Riley slipped his arms through the sleeves that were shorter than any he had ever sported before adjusted the self-lined bra of the leotard over his flat chest. The pulling feeling between his legs, felt strange, but it was less noticeable to him than the thong of the dancer's belt that was already firmly pulling between his butt cheeks. With the leotard on, Riley reached for the cover-up his sister had loaned him. The fact that she was expected to keep her top exposed in the leotard made him upset, since the light pants would only cover him from the waist down. Riley stepped into the pants and pulled them to his waist before he put on his sneakers. After finishing tying his sneakers, Riley opened his bedroom door and went to see his mother. Miriam shook her head at her son; unhappy about the punishment he had forced her to give him. She wanted to make him realize that what he did was unacceptable and the harshest punishment at her disposable would do, even if it only lasted one day. "Are you ready?" Miriam asked. Riley nodded before his mother pulled him by the ear. Riley's wincing and crying brought only scolding from his mother. "That hurt," Riley whined as his mother sat him down to do his makeup and hair. "It also hurts to be spied on by boys. That leaves a scar though." "I'm sorry," Riley said. "You'll be sorry. You can trust me on that," Miriam replied. Riley hung his head as his mother began to style his hair. She brushed the tangles out of his hair. Every cringe Riley gave at the feeling of his tangles being pulled out was met with an insult from his mother to toughen up. Once the tangles were out, Miriam collected Riley's hair into a high ponytail and sprayed it with hairspray. Riley winced at the stickiness he felt lingering on his hair, even as his mother was still moving her fingers through it. Miriam split his ponytail in two as she told Riley what she was doing with his hair, trying to trick him into thinking that he would need to learn to do it himself. Miriam held one section high and started to twist it. The constant contortion and pulling on his hair felt weird to Riley. He wondered how long she could possibly keep moving it about. Miriam then brought his hair down, winding it clockwise around the base of the ponytail that she secured in place with bobby pins. After securing it, Miriam took the second half of his ponytail and twisted it. She brought it down and wound it counterclockwise around the back part of the base of his ponytail and secured it in place with more bobby pins and hairspray. 'Wrap it up already,' Riley thought, finding his hair preparation far too time consuming. With his bun tied tightly behind his head, Miriam turned her attention to his face. Riley felt relieved to have her finished with his hair, however, that relief was short lived as she approached him with makeup. "Woo...what is that for?" "Your face," Miriam answered. "I can't wear that." "Last I checked girls were makeup." "But I'm not a girl!" "As long as your taking ballet you are," Miriam lied. "Mom, do you know what they're going to do to me?" "Do you know what you did peeking in on girls?" "They don't even know..." "But they could have found it. They would have felt violated. You need to learn what that feels like." Riley shook as he processed his mother's words. He tried to think about something else as his mother started to apply his makeup. Riley felt strange as his mother added color to his cheeks. Riley reached up to touch his cheeks before Miriam swatted his hand away. "What was that for?" "Don't touch your makeup," Miriam chided. "Why?" "It'll come off." "So, what? I can't touch my own face?" Riley whined. Miriam nodded at her son as she said, "Not when you're a ballerina." "Can't I just not wear makeup then? Most of the girls in my class don't wear it!" "But they have a leg up on you. As you said, you're not a girl. Girls can go without makeup and still look like girls. You need a little help to look the part." Riley hung his head as his mother used his words against him. She then applied cosmetics to his eyes and lips before she let him collect his things and head to the car. As Riley walked towards the door, the distance from the stoop to the car seemed even longer than when he first entered the house wearing visible tights. There was no disguising that he was dressed like a girl now. There was nothing ambiguous about his outfit. It was designed solely for a girl. His hair was done up in a girl's style and the makeup on his face allowed for no attempt at androgyny. He hoped that no one would notice him. The sight of older neighbors outside and day laborers toiling in suburban yards destroyed those hopes. With a shake of his head, Riley followed his sister towards the car. He rushed past her, hopeful that the neighbors and strangers would see only a fleeting image of an eager girl on her way to her dance class while he got into the car. "Excited," Elena asked with a smirk as she slowly got into the car, knowing how humiliated her brother was about the ordeal he was only beginning to go through. Riley stared angrily at his sister for the comment while their mother got into the car. Miriam was silent as she pulled it out of the driveway and drove it towards the main road. Riley's face lost all expression as the car came to a stop at a stop sign in front of a friend's house. Four of his friends were shooting hoops on the driveway. With blushing cheeks, Riley sank down in his seat. With uncharacteristic bubbliness, Elena shouted to her mother, "Can we say hello to Riley's friends?" Miriam shook her head and pulled forward with haste, not wanting to give her daughter the opportunity to take her son's punishment a step too far. Elena pouted, "Come on, Mom, why wouldn't you want Riley to get a chance to show off his new look to his friends?" "That's enough," Miriam shouted as Riley felt slightly relieved. He was having a hard enough time selling his friends on the explanation that his mother had him signed up for a fictional martial arts class for every morning of the summer. They had seemed to accept the lie, but the appearance of Riley as ballerina would destroy their image of him forever. He knew that all of his friendships would likely be destroyed by it too. Riley felt relieved as they started down the main road to the studio. They exited their neighborhood and town before they went three towns over and reached the block where the studio was located. Riley's legs felt weak as he grabbed his bag and stepped out of the car. Riley was self-conscious about the makeup on his face that he felt made him look more like a girl than his twin sister did. Riley walked into the studio and saw Miss Schorer waiting for him in the lobby. Miss Schorer ordered him to stand still. Riley's knees quaked as he stood before her as she judged him from head to toe. With a nod, Miss Schorer said, "You look acceptable. Now, get ready." "Yes, Miss Schorer," Riley replied in a meek tone as he scurried into the next room to get ready for class. A few of the girls were already there and began to laugh as they saw Riley's hair bun and makeup covered face. Elena's truthful explanation of why he was dressed as he was only made their laughs more derisive. Riley tried to block out their laughter while he removed his cover-ups and exposed his leotard-covered body. While the outfit did not expose anymore of him than his t-shirt and tights did, he felt even more exposed in it. That one of the girls in the class fell over with laughter at the sight of his new look only made it harder. Riley shook his head as he quickly snatched at his turquoise cover wrap. He winced at the shortness of the skirt that barely covered his crotch as he tied it tight to his waist to hide the minimized bulge in his dancer's belt. Other girls in the class filed in while Riley adjusted the pink ballet slippers on his feet. As the girls each entered the room, Riley heard the giggling or laughter each time. Riley knew that none of it was polite and it was all directed at him. As Riley was finally forced to face the girls who each were dressed in similar outfits, he saw the varying looks of disgust and amusement on their faces. The girls smirked before Lauren asked, "When did your boobs start coming in?" Riley blushed as he looked down at the effect that the self-lined bra of the leotard had on his chest. It gave him the appearance of small, budding breasts. The other girls joined in on making crude remarks about his body and sexuality before Miss Schorer stepped into the room and they all came to a sudden stop. The girls scurried to their positions as they began their stretching under Miss Schorer's supervision. Riley went through the normal barre exercises with the girls. Miss Schorer's repeated references to the class as girls felt even more cutting to Riley as he was dressed unambiguously as one. He knew that his initial protest would be farcical if he made it at that moment since he was the only one besides the instructor in a skirt. From the barre, the class proceeded through floor exercise. Riley danced with a group of girls that contained Elena's friend Jessie and two other girls with whom he was unfamiliar. He waited his turn and tried to focus on the tempo and the dancing, as opposed to his classmates' attempts to rub his nose in his feminization into a ballerina in training. While the other girls went through their turns, Riley visualized how he