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"B" IS FOR GIRL
Chapter 8: "B" is for Boy Trouble
After the pantomime had finished I was able to go back to Brownies and
dancing lessons. I enjoyed being in the pantomime. I was very sad that I
would not be able to wear my lovely costumes again, especially my
beautiful Blossom fairy princess dress. I wore the necklace that Mr
Dornoch gave me all the time.
I passed my first ballet exam in the middle of January, and Miss Poole
said she would put me in for the next stage exam as soon as she could.
"I have to say, Beverly," said Miss Poole, "you've changed a lot since
your first ballet lesson in September. You were so awfully bad tempered!
But now you are not only a talented ballerina, but you are also a
pleasure to have in my class. It's almost a shame you will have to go
back to being a boy in the Summer. You make such a lovely girl."
"I am looking forward to being a boy again, Miss Poole," I said. "But I
do like wearing my tutu and doing ballet. And I like not being told off
for being naughty all the time, too."
Then, in the middle of February, me and Tristram did our first exams for
ballroom and Latin dancing. After Mrs Wilsthorpe told us we had passed
the exams, she said we had worked very hard on our dancing and asked if
we would both like to perform in a dance festival.
"It's taking place at the end of April in the new City Exhibition
Centre," she told us.
"Oh, yes!" me and Tristram said together. "We'd like that very much!"
"Good," said Mrs Wilsthorpe, "I've already asked your parents for their
permission. They said they would let you dance if you both wanted to.
I'll send your names to the festival organisers for the programme."
In March, at Brownies, Brown Owl told us that there would be a Brownie
Revels on the third Saturday in June. I didn't know what a Brownie
Revels was, but Brown Owl told me it was a fun day out for Brownies from
different packs. "We'll be going to Ferretley Woods," she said, "and
we'll play games and sing songs. Revels are really good fun, and every
Brownie gets a special badge for attending."
I was trying hard to become a very good girl.
At the end of March, not long before the two-weeks Easter Holiday, Mrs
Templeton brought a boy with messy black hair and a sulky face into
assembly.
"Good Morning, boys and girls!" said Mrs Templeton. "We have a new pupil
to welcome to the school."
The boy jumped up on top of the piano stool. "My name's Darren
Lichfield," he said.
"Thank you, Darren," Mrs Templeton said. "You may take your place
amongst the boys. We will now sing "Fight The Good Fight", hymn number
24."
"He doesn't look like a very nice boy," whispered Tracy. Me and Tracy
always sat together in assemblies. We watched the new boy walk past us
and sit down with the other first year boys. He had a hymn book open in
his hand, but we could tell that he was only pretending to sing.
Darren was in my class. He was very quiet, but I saw him keep looking at
me. When it was playtime, I went to play skips with Tracy and Fiona, and
Darren came over to us.
"Hey!" he shouted to me. "You're Beverly Bassenthwaite, aren't you?
You're the poncy nancy boy who pretends to be a girl all the time."
I looked at the boy. "I'm not a nancy boy," I said. "I used to be very
naughty. Like you."
Darren laughed. "You're nothing like me, nancy boy," he said. "Look at
you, dressed up like a stupid girl."
"Girls are not stupid," I said. "My mummy makes me wear dresses to stop
me from being naughty. Perhaps you should try it."
"Me?" said Darren. "Piss off! If my mum tried to make me wear a dress
I'd kick her up the fucking arse. I'm a proper boy, not like you, you
poxy poof!"
Then Darren spat in my face. I was too surprised to do anything except
stand there, with his spit sliding down my face in a sticky glob.
"Come on, nancy boy," he said. "What are you going to do, eh? You're
just a stupid girly chicken. Well, sod off and play with your dollies,
nancy boy!" Darren walked off, laughing.
I started to cry, and Tracy gave me a cuddle. Then Tristram came up and
asked what was the matter. Tracy told him that Darren had spat in my
face and called me names.
"Are you all right, Beverly?" said Tris. He gave me his handkerchief to
wipe my face with.
"I will be," I said. A little crowd of boys and girls had gathered
round, all wanting to know what had happened. Nicky and Ronnie were
there, and so was Heather Flint and Peter Goldsborough.
"Beverly was getting picked on by the new boy, Darren Lichfield," Fiona
told them.
"I didn't like him the moment I saw him," said Nicky. "Are you going to
tell on him to Mrs Templeton, Beverly?"
I shook my head. "No," I said. "Maybe he was just trying to be tough on
his first day. He just picked on me to do it. Maybe he'll leave me alone
from now on."
But Darren didn't leave me alone. He picked on me every day. He called
me a nancy boy and a poofter. He flapped my dress up to show my
knickers. He put drawing pins on my chair, and dropped itching powder
down the back of my blouse. At dinner time he dropped his snot on my
dinner, and spat in my milk. At playtime he tripped me and made me fall
over, and stamped on my toes, and at hometime he followed me out of
school and pushed me into the bushes in people's gardens.
"Beverly," said Tristram. "It's not right, a girl like you being bullied
by a toe-rag like Darren Lichfield." We were at our ballroom dancing
lesson, nearly two weeks later. "You should tell your mum,"
"No, Tris," I said. "I can't."
"Why on earth not?"
"Because everything that Darren is doing to me, I used to do to others.
Mummy would just tell me that I deserve it. I was a bully, just like
Darren. If I ignore him, he'll stop."
"Look, Beverly," said Tristram. "I can't imagine you ever being a bully
like him. You're just too nice. But even so, just because you used to be
a bully doesn't mean you have to put up with what he's doing to you now.
I can't understand why you don't just thump him one on the nose. That
would teach him a lesson."
"I can't do that either," I said. "Hitting people is naughty, Tris. And
I don't want to be naughty any more. I'm trying to be good. Everything
has been better since I became a girl. I've learned how to knit and sew,
how to make fairy cakes, how to dance. And I've got another ballet exam
to do, and the dance festival with you, and Brownie Revels. And I've
made friends. Best of all, I've made my mummy happy. I know this sounds
daft, but this has been the best year of my whole life!"
Tristram smiled. "You don't half talk a lot," he said. "You're just like
a real girl, you are!"
In the Easter holidays me and mummy went to the park nearly every day. I
liked going to the park, because I could wear my prettiest dresses and
play with my friends on the swings and the teapot roundabout and the
slide.
On Easter Sunday it was church parade, and Brown Owl let me carry our
flag into church again. There was a lot of people in the church.
Tristram was there, with his mummy and daddy. Some of my friends from
ballet and ballroom were there, too, with their mummies and daddies.
Reverend Scratby said how nice it was to see so many people in church
for a change.
Later, at home, mummy gave me my Easter eggs and we had chicken for
dinner. After dinner, I played with my dollies while mummy washed the
dishes.
"You really have come a long way, Beverly," said mummy. "You've turned
into a lovely child that I can actually stand to be around. I can hardly
recognise you as the horrible little boy I used to have as a son."
"That's because I didn't wear dresses when I was a little boy, mummy," I
said.
Mummy laughed. "No," she said. "That's not what I meant. When I began
making you dress up as a girl, it was as a punishment for being such a
naughty boy. But it's helped you to become a different person, too.
You're doing well at school, and you've learned to be kind, generous,
and productive. You've made friends, too, and that is something I was
afraid would never happen."
"Does it mean I'm a good girl, now, mummy?" I asked her.
"You've been a good girl for quite a while now, my darling," she said.
"Oh, mummy!" I said. "Thank you! I have tried so hard to learn how to be
a good girl."
"I know you have," said mummy. "And I'm proud of you for it. You've
learned your lesson far better and far quicker than I'd ever hoped, and
I've... I've realised that it's not fair of me to keep punishing you any
further."
"What do you mean, mummy?" I asked. "I thought you said I had to be a
girl for a whole year, so that you could be sure I'd learned to be very
good."
"Yes," said mummy. "I did say that. But I've decided that it would be
selfish of me to keep you as a little girl when you've come so far. So
I've decided to end your punishment now. It's time for you to stop being
a little girl, Barry."
I stared at mummy, and then burst out crying. Mummy hugged me close.
"There, there," she said. "Why are you crying? I thought you'd be happy
to be a boy again."
"I am happy," I said. "But I think I'm crying because I've got used to
being a girl. It'll seem strange to be a boy again. Oh! But I won't be
able to go to Brownies any more, and that means I can't go to Brownie
Revels in June! And there's the dance festival, too! Me and Tristram
were looking forward to dancing together in the festival. Tris will be
so disappointed if I can't dance with him anymore."
Mummy began to cry a little bit. "Sending you to Brownies and dancing
classes was supposed to be part of your punishment," she said. "You
weren't meant to end up enjoying them."
"But I do enjoy them, mummy!" I cried. "I know I hated being a girl at
first. I hated having to wear dresses and frilly knickers. I hated
having to do ballet and ballroom dancing. But I like my dresses! I love
dancing, and going to Brownies. And I can't do any of them if I stop
being a girl! Please, mummy, please let me be a girl until the summer
holidays. Please?"
Mummy thought for a moment. "Barry, are you sure that this is what you
want to do?
"Yes, mummy," I said. "I really want to go to Brownie Revels, and
perform in the dance festival with Tristram, and do the ballet exam that
Miss Poole's put me in for. I want to do them all, more than anything.
Please?"
Mummy's face went all funny, like it does when she tries to do a very
hard sum in her head and can't. "I... I don't know," she said. "How
about... how about if you be a girl until the end of the Easter holiday?
Then, when the holiday's over, you go back to school as a boy again. But
you can still wear your girl clothes to go to Brownies and dancing until
the Summer Holidays. How does that sound?"
"No, mummy," I said, "that wouldn't be the same. My friends wouldn't
know if I was a boy or a girl. And Tristram has never seen me as a boy,
so he would be very confused when we dance together."
"Well," said mummy. "I certainly didn't expect this, but... all right. I
suppose... if that's what you really want, Barry. OK. You can keep on
being a girl until the Summer holidays."
"Oh! Thank you, mummy! Thank you!"
"But remember," she said, "I'm not forcing you anymore, Barry. You can
stop being a little girl anytime you want."
"I know that, mummy," I said. "But now that I can still be a girl, would
you please keep calling me Beverly?"
The rest of the Easter holidays went quickly. On Thursday Mummy took me
and Tracy Otley and Fiona Rawtenstall to the pictures to see "The
Aristocats", and on Saturday we went to the seaside. It was a lovely
sunny day, and me and mummy both wore our bathing costumes and made
sandcastles and went paddling.
On Monday morning I got up and put on my pinafore dress and frilly
knickers. Mummy took me to school in the car, and waited to watch me go
in through the school gates before she drove away again.
There were quite a lot of the other mummies standing around the school
gates, looking into the playground and smiling. Tristram's mummy was
there, talking to Auntie Maureen.
"Hello, Beverly," said Mrs Deveral. "Did you have a nice Easter?"
"Yes, thank you," I said. "I'm looking forward to seeing all my
schoolfriends again."
"And they're all looking forward to seeing you, too, honey," said Auntie
Maureen, smiling. "Have a lovely day."
I walked through the school gates. The playground was full of boys and
girls, all running around and playing, shouting and laughing.
Then I heard someone shouting my name. "Beverly! Hey! BEVERLY!"
I turned to see Tracy Otley grinning at me. Her hair was all scraped
back off her face and tied in a ponytail. "Tracy?" I said. "Why are you
wearing a boy's school uniform?"
Tracy laughed. "Look around, Beverly!" I looked around, and couldn't
believe what I saw.
All the girls were wearing boy's school shirts, ties, trousers, grey
socks and shoes.
And all the boys were dressed in girl's school blouses, ties, pinafores,
white ankle socks and Mary Janes.
"Come with me!" Tracy said, grabbing my hand. "We're waiting for Darren
Lichfield to come. He's always late for school."
"Darren?" I asked. "Why?"
"You'll see. Come on!"
Tracy took me to the middle of the playground, and all the boys and
girls gathered around. I could see Mrs Templeton and some of the
teachers looking at us out of the upstairs windows. We all turned round
to face the school gates, and waited.
After a few minutes, Darren Lichfield walked in through the gates. He
stopped and stared at us all.
"What's going on here?" he shouted.
Nicky and Tracy walked forward.
"You bullied Beverly Bassenthwaite last term," said Tracy.
"The nancy boy poofter?" Darren said. "Yeah. So?"
"Beverly Bassenthwaite is our friend," said Nicky. "And if you ever
bully her again, you're going to have to deal with all of us, too. All
two hundred and thirty of us."
"That's right," said Tracy. "Nobody in the whole school likes you,
Lichfield. We've dressed up like this to show you that we're all her
friends, and not yours."
"So," said Nicky, "if you want to be friends with any of us, you're
going to have to fit in." Nicky held out a blue pinafore dress. "Here,
put this on. Or are you too chicken?"
Lichfield stared at the dress, and then spat on it. "You're all stupid,"
he said. "I'm not going to stay in a school full of fucking queers."
He turned and walked out of the school gates again, and disappeared down
the street. All the girls and boys in the playground started to laugh
and cheer. Mrs Templeton came out and stood beside me, smiling.
"Welcome back to school, Beverly Bassenthwaite," she said. "You have a
lot of friends here, and they all wanted to show you how much they like
you. They've all worked very hard during the Easter holidays, with a
little help from their mummies and a lot of telephone calls. You should
be very proud of them."
"I am," I said. "But how long are you all going to be dressed up like
this?"
Tristram stepped forward. Like all the other boys, Tristram was wearing
a blue pinafore, and had a black wig on with a pink ribbon tied in it.
"We've all agreed to dress like this for the whole week," he said. "Just
so's Darren Lichfield gets the message. We won't let him bully you,
Beverly."
"Come on, boys and girls," said Mrs Templeton. "Time for school."
To be continued...
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