The Bad Little School-Boy
by Sissy Demi
Chapter One
© 2000
The girls were feeling somewhat generous, so they informed Chris he could come to school the next day in a boy's school uniform.
Whew! Chris was relieved at the reprieve from girls' clothes. But... he didn't have a uniform! :( They were voluntary and he chose not to wear them when school started.
He sheepishly informed the girls of this, a pit of cold fear in his stomach. Cristina smirked and said that was fine... he could borrow one her brother's school uniforms.
Chris accepted, but still had a bad feeling about the whole thing...
Things went fine for the first hour and a half... But poor Chris was corralled on the way to his third period class by the ever scheming Cristina!
She and a few friends dragged him into an empty classroom and forced him into a chair.
"Well," his blonde antagonist said slowly, "Your uniform is nice, Chris, but it seems to be lacking a certain something." Cristina looked to her friends who nodded their agreement.
With that, she pulled a small make-up case from her backpack and gently placed it on the desk in front of the now sweating boy.
"I expect to see you at lunch with this still on," she told him as she applied the paints and powders... Chris groaned, knowing he was in for a rough day!
The made-up boy made it through the empty halls to his third period class without seeing anyone. Of course, that is because the bell had sounded as Cristina was finishing up on her masterpiece! :(
He slowly inched the classroom door open and peeked inside. Great! There was a substitute today!
He entered the class with his head down and his books on his shoulder. A few kids saw the make-up on him and began snickering.
The sub looked up and told him to come to the desk. He meekly walked up there. Suddenly she noticed the make-up he was wearing.
Her mouth dropped open... Several more kids began to snicker and chortle under their breath...
"What in the Hell are you doing wearing make-up, young man!?!"
the sub shrieked! "My God! You've got on more make-up than I allow my sixteen year old daughter!" The class erupted into loud guffaws. Chris blushed furiously.
"Are you some kind of sissy, boy?" she hissed. "Is that it? You're a girly-boy?" The class rocked with laughter as Chris shifted uneasily from foot to foot, still blushing badly.
"All right then," she glanced down at the class roll book, "Chrisssssssyyy..." The sub emphasized the feminine moniker for Chris. "That's what the class and I will call you from now on. You should like that, girly-boy." The students howled with glee and some called out ‘Chrisssssssyyyy!!!!'...
"And since you seem to know so much about cosmetics," she said handing him a jar of cold cream, "you can show us all how a good girl takes off all that heavy make-up!"
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