The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Two

Chris walked dejectedly to the cafeteria. It was bad enough the humiliation suffered at the hands of the substitute and his third period classmates, but now he was not wearing the make-up his tormenter, Cristina, expressly told him to keep wearing until lunch!  :( The sad school-boy shuddered as he recalled the sub's taunts as he sloppily removed the heavy make-up with her cold cream, calling him ‘fresh faced as a fair maiden' when he was done. And, of course, calling him Chrissy all throughout class. Another shudder, this one much stronger, racked Chris' frame as he entered the lunchroom and saw Cristina and her gang expectantly waiting for him at a table near the entrance. The blonde's eyes filled with anger when she saw Chris was not wearing the make-up she so carefully applied earlier. Chris' mouth opened and he began trembling...

"Where's your make-up?" Cristina barked. A few students looked their way at the loud yell. Chris flinched and took a step back. "Sit down, Missy!" she said even louder. Chris obeyed as the kids who were watching giggled. "You are in big trouble, boy!" Cristina hissed across to the embarrassed Chris. He noticeably gulped. The angry blonde briskly told one of her cronies to retrieve her backpack from their last class and made another girl hand over some bobbypins. "While we wait for Julie to return with my gear," Cristina smiled sweetly at the scared boy, "I have another great idea to help accentuate your nice boy's uniform!" With that, she untied her ponytail and began to fasten the red ribbon into a bow in Chris' hair...

Catcalls and wolf whistles hounded Chris as he went through the lunch line the third time for Cristina. He ducked his head, trying in vain to hide the newly reapplied make-up. But there was precious little he could do to hide the bright red bow adorning his head. The cutely made-up boy returned to the table with his tormenter's order. She had him do a mock curtsey before allowing him to sit back down and eat his food... a salad with light dressing and low-fat milk. All through the unfilling meal, Cristina was constantly reminding the poor lad to ‘sit like a lady' or ‘don't smear your lipstick'. Of course, his third period substitute happened by. She just shook her head and politely asked ‘Chrissy' if she recalled where ‘she' left the cold cream lid. Cristina roared in mirth at the name...

Cristina and the sarcastic sub spoke for a few moments, the blonde girl filling the teacher in on the full story behind Chris' predicament as if he wasn't sitting there. The sub, whose name turned out to be Ms. Judge, was in total agreement with allowing the indignant girls control over Chris' punishment. She even went so far as to say she'd be willing to ‘help in whatever way necessary for the pig of a sissy boy to be rehabilitated properly'. Cristina finally turned an eye toward the shocked boy and told him he was to follow Ms. Judge's orders as if they came from her. Chris nodded dumbly, his mouth wide open, painted lips trembling. A small tear slid slowly down his rouged cheek... The bell rang. Cristina told the softly crying boy to keep the bow and make-up on for the rest of the day and for him to return to school tomorrow in the same uniform.

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