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"B" IS FOR GIRL
Chapter 7: "B" is for Blossom, the Forest Fairy Princess
It was a few days before Christmas. The snow had gone, but it was
raining very hard, so me and mummy stayed in the house. Mummy told me to
put on my pink tutu and my white ballet tights and my ballet shoes.
"You should practice your dances for the pantomime, Beverly," she told
me. "You don't want to make any mistakes when you perform in front of
the mayor, now do you?"
I was puzzled. I knew that a mare was a kind of horse, but I didn't
think a horse would be allowed to sit and watch a pantomime.
I put on my ballet things and practiced my three routines over and over.
Miss Poole had said that I already knew them perfectly, but I wanted to
show mummy what a good girl I was.
When I had finished practicing, mummy sent me upstairs to change into a
dress. I put on my purple dress, because I liked the bits of white lace
around the collar and down the front. Then, when I went back downstairs,
mummy put some mascara on my eyelashes and some blusher on my cheeks.
"For the pantomime," she said, "you will have to wear lots of makeup.
Everyone in pantomimes always wears lots of makeup."
I remembered when mummy took me to see "Cinderella" last year, and how
funny I thought the three men looked who played the Wicked Stepmother
and the Ugly Sisters. They had lots of blue around their eyes, and big
red lips and round, rosy cheeks.
"Will you be there to put it on for me, mummy?" I asked.
Mummy shook her head. "No. Auntie Maureen will do it for you. She's in
the pantomime too, and she'll be helping with the makeup for all the
little girls."
I hadn't seen Auntie Maureen since Halloween. She had taken me to do
trick or treat with her two little boys, Nicky and Ronnie. Tracy Otley
and Shauna Hull had come, too. NIcky and Ronnie had dressed up as
Frankenstein and Dracula, and me and Tracy and Shauna had dressed up as
witches. Mummy had painted my fingernails bright red, and had put green
eyeshadow on my eyelids. She took a photograph of us all in a group, and
another one of me on my own, for my album.
"Will Nicky and Ronnie be going to see the Pantomime?" I asked.
"Of course they will," said mummy. "Lots of children from school will be
going. Everyone will be able to see how pretty you are, dressed up as a
fairy princess and doing your ballet dancing. Won't that be nice?"
"Yes, mummy," I said. "I've practiced my dances very hard. I hope
everyone likes the pantomime."
I didn't really think that being seen dressed up as a fairy would be
nice at all, but I didn't want to make mummy angry with me. Things were
better if I just did what I was told, and I liked it when mummy was
happy with me instead of being cross all the time. Anyway, I had been a
girl for five months now, so I was used to it.
After tea, mummy said I should write to Santa Claus to tell him what I
would like for Christmas. She gave me a piece of paper and a pen. I
wrote "Dear Santa" at the top, and then wrote "I have tried to be a
good". Then I stopped writing, and put the pen down and stared at the
paper. A few minutes later, mummy asked me if I'd finished my letter to
Santa.
"No," I said. "I'm stuck."
Mummy picked up the piece of paper and read what I had written. "Dear
Santa, I have tried to be a good--". She looked at me. "A good what?" she
asked.
"That's why I'm stuck," I said. "Santa knows I'm really a little boy,
mummy. If I tell him I've tried to be a good girl he might get confused
and not leave me any presents at all. But if I tell him I've tried to be
a good boy then it's a lie, because I'm a little girl now, and I don't
want you to be cross with me for telling lies to Santa Claus, because
telling lies is naughty, and if Santa thinks I'm naughty then I still
won't get any presents!"
"I see," said mummy. "That's a puzzler, isn't it? Tell you what, why
don't you just write a list of the presents you would like, and let
Santa decide whether you've been naughty or good."
Mummy gave the piece of paper back to me. I wrote on it, and gave it
back to mummy. She read it to herself, and then looked at me.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked me.
"Santa knows best," I said.
On Christmas Day I woke up early. I put on my hair and ran downstairs in
my nightdress. Santa had been, and he had left presents for me. They
were all things for a little girl.
A skipping rope.
A Twinkle annual.
A hula hoop.
A dress up doll book.
Barbie doll clothes.
A sewing kit.
A box of beads.
I started to cry. "Oh, mummy," I said. "Santa thinks I'm a little girl!"
Mummy was crying a little bit, too. "What about your stocking, Beverly?"
she said. "Look in your stocking."
I picked up the woollen stocking and emptied it onto the floor. There
was an orange, an apple, a tube of Smarties, and an envelope. Inside the
envelope was a piece of paper. It was the letter I had written to Santa
Claus.
"Dear Santa, I have tried to be X good . As you know, I'm really a boy,
but I have to be a girl until next Summer. I don't know what to ask for
this year, so just bring me what you think I should have. Yours truly,
Beverly Bassenthwaite."
Underneath what I had written was some more writing.
"Dear Beverly, I know you are trying very hard to be a very good girl,
and that is why I brought you these presents. If you keep trying to be a
good girl for your mummy, I will bring you some extra Christmas presents
next Summer when you are a boy again. Yours sincerely, Santa Claus."
I looked at mummy. "I will be a good girl," I said. "I promise, and I
really mean it this time."
Mummy gave me a cuddle. "I know you do, sweetheart," she said. "I know
you do."
The Christmas holidays ended, and it was time to go back to school. Mrs
Templeton sent for me to go to her room on the first day back.
"Well, Beverly," she said. "I hope 1971 proves to be a good year for
you. I was highly impressed with your diligence last term, and I trust
you will continue into the new year in like manner. It would be a shame
if you were to descend towards your old habits at this stage."
"Yes, miss," I said. "I promise to be a good girl, miss, and try my
hardest in all my lessons."
"Good," said Mrs Templeton. "I'm pleased to hear it, as I'm sure your
teachers will be also. By the way, I'm looking forward to watching you
dance in the pantomime in two weeks time. Good luck."
"Thank you, miss."
It was the first time I had ever left Mrs Templeton's office without
getting told off for being naughty. My teachers were happy with me, and
Mrs Duffield was nice to me at dinnertime. I had taken my new skipping
rope to school, and me and Tracy played skips in the playground at
playtime.
After school, mummy took me to the swimming baths, and then after tea I
went to my first Latin dancing lesson. Mummy had bought me a new dress
for it, with another pair of special knickers sewn in so that my peepipe
didn't show. The dress was bright pink with long sleeves and purple bits
around the middle, and a swishy skirt that started at my right hip and
went down to my left knee. She also got me a pair of silver high heeled
shoes with straps across the top. None of the other girls in the class
wore a dress like mine, but I didn't care. I liked wearing my dancing
dresses, and Tristram's mummy told me I looked very pretty. Mrs
Wilsthorpe showed me and Tristram how to do a dance called the Samba,
and it was lots of fun.
There was no Brownies or ballet or ballroom dancing lessons in the first
week, so mummy helped me work towards some more Brownie badges and
practice my dances for the pantomime. She said I didn't have to wear my
tutu to practice at home.
"Oh, mummy," I said, "please let me wear my tutu and my tights. Doing
ballet doesn't feel right if I'm not wearing them." So I wore my tutu
and tights to practice in.
At ballet the next week, Miss Poole made us practice our routines for
the pantomime. When it was the end of the lesson, Miss Poole told us
that we all had to be at the Mount Hermon Community Centre at two
o'clock on Sunday afternoon.
"The people from the drama club will be there to have a full dress
rehearsal for the pantomime," she said. "We need to be there to collect
our costumes and make sure they fit, and then some of the ladies in the
drama club will put your makeup on for you. After that there will be two
complete run-throughs of the pantomime, and Mr Ravenscar, the director,
will tell you when you have to come on and do your routines."
Sunday was a very busy day. It was church parade in the morning, and
Brown Owl gave me the flag to carry in at the start of the service. I
felt very proud walking into the church in my Brownie uniform carrying
our flag.
After the service everyone went into the church hall for cups of tea and
biscuits. The Brownies had to go round the tables getting empty cups and
saucers to be washed. I went to the table where Reverend Scratby was
sitting, and picked up his cup.
"Why, thank you, my dear," he said to me. "My! You do have a fine
collection of badges on your sleeve!"
I had worked very hard for my interest badges. As well as my Knitter's
badge and my Needleworker's badge, I had badges for Cook, Hostess,
Artist, Book Lover and Music Lover. I pointed to each one and told the
vicar what they were for.
"Well!" he said. "Most impressive! I'm sure you'll make some lucky
fellow a very fine wife someday."
I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled at the vicar and did a
little curtsey and went away to wash his cup and saucer.
When me and mummy got home, mummy told me to change out of my Brownie
uniform and put on a dress. Then we had lunch.
"Auntie Maureen is meeting us at the community centre at one o'clock,"
said mummy. "We're going a little earlier because I might have to alter
one of your costumes. It's going to be a long day for you, Beverly!"
Auntie Maureen was waiting for us at the community centre when we got
there at one o'clock. We went straight through the hall to the room
where the girls costumes had been hung up.
"These three are Beverly's," said Auntie Maureen. She pointed to a
violet dress. "This one's for when you're one of the village girls," she
said to me. "It's a bit like the kind of dress ladies wore back in the
eighteenth century, except this one is only knee-length. There are some
frilly petticoats to wear underneath the skirt to fill it out. Isn't it
pretty?"
"It's very nice," I said.
Then Auntie Maureen showed me another dress. It was a tutu, like the one
I wore every week at ballet lessons, only this one was peach coloured.
"There's a scene in the pantomime where Nursey, the dame, tries to learn
how to be a ballet dancer. This tutu is what you wear for that bit.
You'll wear your white tights with this and the village girl dress."
Mummy took the tutu off the hanger. "This tutu skirt is a lot shorter
than Beverly's own," she said. "I'll need to sew a girdle into it, to
hide Beverly's peepipe. I've brought one with me."
Auntie Maureen showed me the third dress. "This one," she said, " is for
when you're Blossom, the Forest Fairy Princess."
The dress was made of lace, all different shades of green, covered with
lots of different coloured sparkly things. There were some green lace
petticoats and green tights to go with it.
"It's beautiful," I said.
"It is, isn't it?" said Auntie Maureen. "You'll be the prettiest little
girl in the show."
I wanted to say that I was still a boy, but it felt nice to be told I
would be the prettiest girl in the show, so I didn't say anything.
Auntie Maureen got me to try on the village girl and Blossom dresses,
and said they were a good fit. "There'll be someone to help you get
changed in and out of these costumes," she told me. "There's plenty of
time between your scenes, so no need to panic!"
When mummy had finished sewing the special knickers into the tutu dress,
I tried it on. It was a perfect fit too.
"Right, Beverly," said mummy. "I'm going home now. Auntie Maureen will
look after you and bring you home tonight. Be a good girl and have a
nice time." She gave me a kiss, and then went.
"Come on, Beverly," said Auntie Maureen. "Let's go and get your makeup
done. You can keep your tutu on until we get to the dressing room." She
picked up my other costumes and my own dress, and took me along a
corridor behind the stage. We went into a little room where there was
lots of dresses hanging up. Most of them were long and very bright
colours with big skirts, but there was one which was shorter than the
rest. It was all white, with a big red cross on the front.
"This is Richard Dornoch's dressing room," said Auntie Maureen. "Richard
plays Nursey, the dame. He played the Wicked Stepmother in last year's
pantomime. We can't put you in the same dressing room as the real little
girls, so Richard has kindly agreed for you to share his room."
Just then the door opened, and a man walked in. "Oh, speak of the
devil," said Auntie Maureen. "Hello, Dicky. This is Beverly, Yvonne
Bassenthwaite's little one."
"Hello, Beverly," said the man in a deep voice. "Pleased to meet you.
We'd best hurry up and get cossied and slapped. Mr Ravenscar wants us
ready on stage to start at three!"
Mr Dornoch took his clothes off, except for his vest and underpants. He
wasn't bothered that Auntie Maureen was in the room, but she didn't seem
bothered either. Mr Dornoch sat down in front of a big mirror. There was
lots of makeup and some wigs on the table beside him, as well as a
packet of cigarettes, a box of matches, and a copy of a magazine called
"Titbits".
"Take off your tutu and sit over here," Auntie Maureen told me. "You can
keep your wig on, because you don't have another one. Susie'll tie
different coloured ribbons in it to match your costumes."
I sat down in front of another big mirror. Auntie Maureen put some white
cream on my face. Then she used a damp sponge to paint my face and neck
with a sandy coloured cream. Then she coloured my eyelids with a bright
blue crayon, and dabbed a pink crayon on my cheeks and rubbed it around
with her fingers. Then she put some white crayon on the top part of my
cheeks, and a little bit of bright red crayon in the inside corners of
my eyes. Then she drew a thin blue line under both of my eyes, and put
more of the bright red crayon on my lips. Then she stuck a pair of
eyelashes over my own eyelashes, and brushed them with mascara. Then she
painted my nails bright red.
"There!" she said, when she'd finished. "All done! What do you think,
Dicky? Isn't Beverly adorable?"
"Oh! But isn't she just too, too cute for words!" said Mr Dornoch. He
talked differently, with a funny voice like a lady. He had finished his
own makeup, and had put on a big ladyvest stuffed with football socks.
There was an enormous green wig on his head. He came over and turned me
towards the mirror so that we were both facing it.
"Well, well, here we are," he said, "all girls together. Haha! You'd
think we were identical twin sisters, wouldn't you? Only I'm the
slightly prettier one, of course! Haha!"
I laughed. I thought Mr Dornoch was funny.
"Come on, Beverly," said Auntie Maureen. "Let's get you into your
village girl dress, and then I'll take you along to the stage."
Miss Poole was on the stage, talking to an old man with a worried look
on his face. All the other girls from ballet were there, wearing their
village girl dresses. There was a lot of grown-ups there too. Some of
them were wearing pantomime costumes, and others just had ordinary
clothes on. Then Mr Dornoch came. He was wearing a tartan dress and a
frilly apron, with the green wig on his head and big dangly balls
hanging from his ears.
The worried-looking old man clapped his hands three times, and everyone
went quiet. "OK boys and girls!" he said in a loud voice. "For the
benefit of the little ones who are here for the first time, my name is
Arthur Ravenscar, the director. I want to start by running the dance
numbers so that our little ballerinas know what's what. And if all you
big prima donnas could just shepherd them around in the crowd scenes,
that would be hunky dory!"
Miss Poole led us through each number twice, with the music being played
by four people in front of the stage. When Mr Ravenscar was happy we
knew when to come on and go off, we started to rehearse the whole
pantomime from start to finish.
Auntie Maureen made sure I was in the right places for the crowd scenes,
and told me when it was time to go and get changed. A lady called Susie
was in the dressing room to help me, but there was always lots of time.
I was even able to sit and watch bits of the rehearsal with some of the
other girls. We all laughed whenever Mr Dornoch came on as Nursey. He
was very funny.
When the first run-through finished, Auntie Maureen told me it was
teatime. "There are some sandwiches and lemonade on the table in the
hall," she said. "Just help yourself."
I was still in my Blossom costume, and I didn't want to spill anything
on it so I went to the dressing room to take it off. Mr Dornoch was
there, in his white Nursey uniform. He was smoking a cigarette.
"Hello, Beverly!" he said, in his Nursey voice. "Well, well! Here we are
again, girls together! Haha!"
"I'm not really a girl, Mr Dornoch," I said.
"Oooh, neither am I, ducky!" he said. "Yet here we are, men of the
world, both wearing pretty dresses and pretending to be bee-yoo-tiful
girls! Haha!"
"I used to be a very naughty boy, Mr Dornoch," I said. "Mummy reached
the end of her tether with me, and decided to punish me by making me
dress up as a girl all the time."
"Petticoat punishment, eh?" said Mr Dornoch. "Listen, Beverly, do me a
flavour and call me Dicky. So, how long have you been a girl?"
"Nearly six months," I said.
"Six months! Well, well! And do you like being a girl, Beverly?"
"No, I don't. But I'm used to it now. I've almost forgotten what it
feels like to wear boy's clothes. Even Santa Claus thinks I'm a girl
now."
"That's a shame," said Mr Dornoch. "But you know, Beverly, I think you
make a very pretty little girl. A very pretty little girl indeed."
Mr Dornoch put his cigarette out and closed the door. Then he
straightened his wig, and put some more red crayon on his lips and a bit
of blusher on his cheeks.
"Tell me, Beverly," he said. "What does your daddy say about you being
dressed up as a little girl all the time?"
"I haven't got a daddy," I said. "Mummy told him to go away when she
found out he'd kissed another lady."
"Dear me, that's a pity. A boy needs his dad. What was your daddy like?"
"Sometimes he wasn't nice to me, but sometimes we played. He used to
bounce me up and down on his lap, like I was riding a horse."
"That sounds fun!" said Mr Dornoch. "Do you miss being bounced up and
down on your daddy's lap?"
"Yes, a bit." I felt sad thinking about it.
Mr Dornoch grinned at me. "Would you like me to bounce you up and down
on my lap?" he said. "I can be your horse."
I looked at Mr Dornoch, sitting on the chair in his white Nursey
uniform. He looked very funny.
"What about my Blossom dress?" I said. "Shall I take it off first?"
"Oh no," said Mr Dornoch. "Leave it on. You look very pretty in it." He
patted his lap with both hands. "Climb on."
I went over and sat on Mr Dornoch's lap. We were facing the mirror on
the other side of the room, and could see our reflections in it.
"If a pretty girl like you is going horse riding," said Mr Dornoch, "you
should have a saddle."
"I haven't got a saddle," I said.
"Tell you what," he said. "Your hands can be your saddle. Sit on the
backs of your hands."
I crossed my hands under my bottom, so that my palms were facing
downwards. Mr Dornoch shuffled himself around a bit.
"Ready?" said Mr Dornoch. "Then we're off! Haha!"
Mr Dornoch began to bounce me up and down on his lap. He went slowly at
first, then got a little faster. We looked at our reflections in the
mirror, and I began to giggle.
"Hold tight," he said. "We're going round the bend!"
Mr Dornoch suddenly lifted his right leg, and I started to fall off to
the left. Mr Dornoch stopped me from falling by reaching round and
putting his hands on my knees. Then he slid his hands up my legs,
pushing my skirt up. He held me steady on his lap, pressing down with
his hands at the tops of my legs. He was very strong, and I could feel
his warm hands on my legs through my ballet tights.
"Now you won't fall off," he said, and started to bounce and turn faster
and faster. "Isn't this fun?" he said. He sounded a bit out of breath.
"Gee up, horsey!" I said.
"Ssh!" he said. "Not so loud, or else all the other little girls will
want a turn."
We bounced for a few minutes. Then Mr Dornoch made a sort of grunting
noise and stopped bouncing. In the mirror I could see his eyes were open
wide.
"Why have we stopped, horsey?" I said.
"Because... mmm... horsey's tired now... ooh... and it's time... to get
ready... for the rehearsal."
I jumped down off Mr Dornoch's lap.
"Tell you what, Beverly," he said. "You should go and get a bite to eat
now. Then Maureen'll come back with you and help you get ready."
"OK," I said. "Thanks for the ride."
"It was my pleasure," he said. "Only, tell you what, let's keep it our
little secret, eh? We wouldn't want to make all the other little girls
jealous, now would we?"
I smiled at him, and went out of the dressing room. As soon as the door
was shut, I heard Mr Dornoch make another big grunting noise. I hoped I
hadn't made him ill by bouncing up and down on his lap.
After I had eaten a sandwich and drank some lemonade, Auntie Maureen
took me back to the dressing room to get ready for the second run-
though. Mr Dornoch was there, putting on his first costume. He winked at
me as we walked in.
At the end of the second run-through, Mr Ravenscar told us we had all
done very well, and said he hoped we would have a good week. Auntie
Maureen helped me to take off my Blossom dress, and washed the makeup
off my face. Then, after I had put on my own dress and shoes, Auntie
Maureen took me home. It was very late when I got home, nearly ten
o'clock, and I was very tired.
The next day, in school assembly, Mrs Templeton asked everyone to put a
hand up if they were going to the pantomime. Nearly all the boys and
girls put their hands up, and a few of the teachers did, too.
After tea, mummy took me to the community centre early so that she could
take some photographs of me in all my costumes. "These will look lovely
in your album," she said.
"Are you coming to watch me in the pantomime, mummy?" I asked.
"Of course," she said. "I'm coming tomorrow night with Mrs Duffield.
She's taking your Brownie pack to see you, and she asked me to go with
her. We'll be in the front row."
Mummy stayed with me until Auntie Maureen arrived. "Auntie Maureen will
take you home, Beverly," said mummy. She gave me a little kiss. "Have a
good night."
Doing the pantomime was much more fun with the audience watching. During
the interval I had my picture taken with Mr Dornoch and Mr Ravenscar and
another man who was wearing a big gold chain around his neck. Mr Dornoch
was dressed in his white Nursey uniform, and I was in my green Blossom
dress.
The rest of the week went very quickly. On Tuesday night all the girls
from Brownies told me they had enjoyed the show, and said how pretty I
looked dressed in my fairy princess costume. Mrs Duffield said she liked
my dancing a lot. "I think we can let this qualify for you to have your
Dancer interest badge," she told me.
At school, lots of boys and girls told me they thought I was very good
in the pantomime, and in Friday's assembly Mrs Templeton made me stand
on the piano stool. "Beverly is a little star," she said. "A round of
applause for Beverly, everyone." I was embarrassed when they all clapped
for me, but it was a nice embarrassed.
On Thursday there was a thing in the Weekly Courant about the pantomime.
"You're famous, Beverly," said mummy. "Look!" On the third page of the
paper was a picture of me with Mr Dornoch and Mr Ravenscar and the man
with the chain round his neck. The title said "BLOOMING LOVELY!" and
underneath it said:
"7 year old Barry Bassenthwaite likes nothing better than to put on a
pretty dress and call himself Beverly. Barry (pictured with panto dame
Dicky Dornoch, director Arthur Ravenscar and Mayor William Silloth) can
be seen wowing all the boys as Blossom, the fairy princess in the Hermon
Players panto "Babes In The Wood", all this week at the Mount Hermon
Community Centre."
It was the first time I had seen a photograph of myself dressed up as a
little girl, because mummy still hadn't had her pictures of me
developed. I had seen myself in the mirror, but looking at the
photograph made me feel funny. In the photograph I would be a little
girl forever and ever.
Mrs Wilsthorpe came to see the show on Friday night, with some of the
boys and girls from ballroom dancing class and their mummies and
daddies. Tristram and his mummy and daddy came, too. "You were
excellent, Beverly," said Tris after the show. "My mummy and daddy said
they couldn't believe you are really a boy. They said you look too
cute." Tristram's face went a bit red, and I asked him if he was all
right, and he said it was because he was hot.
We did the pantomime twice on Saturday. After the last show, on Saturday
night, all the grown-ups gave each other presents and cards.
"It's a pity you can't come to the after-show party, Beverly," Mr
Dornoch said to me. "But when you're big, perhaps you'll join the drama
club and be in the pantomimes. I'm sure you would be a wonderful dame.
Here's a little something to keep as a reminder."
Mr Dornoch gave me a small box. Inside, wrapped in cotton wool, was a
little letter "B" on a gold chain.
"Take care of yourself, Beverly Bassenthwaite," he said, and then went
to join the party.
Best of all was when mummy took me home on Saturday night. "You were
quite amazing on the stage, Beverly," she said. "I was very, very proud
of you."
To be continued...
Alma
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