The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Four

Chris walked to the Home Ec. Classroom and saw there was no class going on. But, Cristina was there with a few of the girls. His heart began to thud in his chest. His blonde antagonist grabbed his arm and thrust him into a chair. "I heard about your little fashion show in Ms. Judge's class, Chrissy, my boy," she liltingly said. "But, as any aspiring model knows, one needs the proper hairstyling and fashionable make-up to be a true starlet!" At that, one of the girls gently grabbed his hands and held them behind him. Cristina and the other girls went to work on his face and hair. A half an hour later they were done. "Lunch is in an hour," Cristina told him. "Meet us at the usual table." She smiled wickedly. "I have a surprise for you as payback for knocking me down this morning!" They then propelled him out the door and into the hall...

The next hour was pure hell for the slowly feminized boy. The class before lunch played a quiz game, and the teacher decided that Chris was to sit on the girls' team. It was embarrassing, but a bright spot came when he answered the winning question. The girl sitting next to him was so excited she reached over and kissed him on the cheek! "Oh, Chrissy!" she squealed, "You were great!" The class erupted into laughter. Both Chris and the girl blushed furiously... the girl because she momentarily forgot that Chris really wasn't a girl, and Chris, because for a few minutes, forgot as well! The class ended and Chris wandered toward his lunch appointment in a daze, totally unaware of the crimson kiss mark emblazoned on his cheek...

Chris entered the cafeteria. Cristina and some girls were waiting at the same table as yesterday. A small, oblong box was in the middle of it. Cristina sprang to her feet, knocking over her chair. "What do you have on your face?" she shrieked, open mouthed and incredulous. Chris' mouth opened into a red lined O, his eyes wide. He stammered it was the make-up she put on him earlier. He swore he had not touched it. "Not that, you sissy," she hissed, walking over to him. "The kiss mark!" Chris glanced in a nearby window and saw his reflection... Uh Oh! "I guess I'll have to start keeping a closer eye on you," the furious blonde stated flatly. "Now sit down! I have your surprise ready." The girls tittered merrily...

The girls had Chris sit on the edge of the table and lean back on his arms. One girl went behind him and placed her hands over his, in effect, keeping him from moving. A crowd of curious kids started looking on, snickering. Cristina grabbed the box from beside Chris and stood off to the side of him. "Know what's in here?" she asked archly. Chris nervously shook his head, the red ribbons of the bow tickling his ear. "I'll give you a hint," the blonde ringleader answered and nodded her head to the remaining girls. They converged in front of Chris, two holding his legs up, two pulling his loafers and socks off. They then began to paint his toenails a bright, fire engine red! Chris gasped and closed his eyes in shame as the onlookers began laughing and the realization of what was in the box struck him...

When he felt as if the girls were done lacquering his toes, Chris opened his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of Cristina holding a pair of red shoes and white socks right in front of his nose. "I figured since you couldn't stop quickly enough when you ran into me this morning," the blonde paused to blow on his toes to speed them drying, "I found you a pair of shoes with better traction." She winked at him. Satisfied that the toe polish was dry, Cristina began putting the socks on him. They were white cotton. The kind whose tops folded over. The kind only girls wore... After making sure the socks were to her satisfaction, Cristina began buckling on the shoes. Red, patent leather Mary Janes with black, rubber soles and half inch heels...

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