The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Eight

Chris momentarily forgot about his troubles as he spun his head from side to side, taking in all the neat stuff in Cristina's house. It seemed her family had a penchant for the fantastic. Everywhere he looked there was something straight from the fantasy books he loved to read: swords and suits of armor, figurines of fairies and dragons, old, musty books and scrolls. "My Mom collects all this stuff," Cristina said, noticing Chris' wandering gaze. "I do, too. C'mon... my Mom is dying to meet you!" She led him through a long hallway and into a study. A woman, who could have been Cristina's older sister, sat in a comfortable chair reading a heavy, leather-bound book. "Ahhhh," she smiled just like Cristina. "You've brought home your new boyfriend!"

"Mo-om!" Cristina yelped, blushing in embarrassment. Chris stifled a smile. "Chrissy is NOT my boyfriend!" She seemed a bit too vehement in her denial, thought Chris. "I know, Sweetheart," her mom patted her arm and smirked. "This is the boy who destroyed all of those poor girls' clothes in the locker room." She turned to face Chris with an appraising gaze. "I am glad to see you are taking your punishment in good humor, young man," the woman told him. "And you do make a very cute girl, too!" She winked at the again blushing boy. Cristina explained that Chris needed a ride home and that she figured they could drop him off after the Mall. Her mom agreed and told them to go upstairs and change out of their school clothes, then they could leave.

Chris followed meekly behind Cristina as she led him up the stairs. He haltingly mentioned that he didn't have anything to change into. "Don't worry," she tossed over her shoulder, "I'll find you something!" That's just what Chris was afraid of. As they entered her bedroom, Chris asked if her mom would get mad she was in her room with a boy? "Don't be silly, Chrissy!" he was admonished. "She knows that we're just girls here! Teehee!" Chris lowered his head in shame. "Besides," the pretty blonde continued, "I'm saving myself for that... special... someone." She looked at him from shyly lowered lids. But Chris didn't see as he was too self involved in his own degradation.

Cristina quickly turned around and instructed Chris to take off the headband and bow, and to remove the jewelry. Then, without waiting for a reply, she stomped into an adjoining bathroom, grabbing a bundle of clothes off a chaise lounge as she did. Chris sat dumbfounded for a minute, then took off the items she told him to. He placed these on top of her dresser and shrugged out of the uniform jacket. He tossed it on her canopy bed. When he turned back around, he caught sight of himself in a gold-framed mirror. Gawd! He did look like a ‘cute' girl. A bit tomboyish, perhaps. Not quite blooming, but he did realize he had a slight girlish figure which was even more emphasized by the girls' clothes he wore. He was so mortified... and a bit turned on by it. I'm turning into a sissy, he though, What girl would ever be interested in me now?

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