This is my second story, and it gives a hint of what happened to the "villain" in the end. As my writing continues, I will get more into the consequences that are visited on the "villain". I hope to increase the darker tones that I am setting now. If you, the readers, want stories with darker endings, please make comments informing me of your desires. Thank you.

 

A Day at School

by Cindi

 

Nothing had prepared Tim for what would happen today. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, no warning, no omen to alert him to the results of the day to come. Tim was in first grade, and it was recess. It had rained that day, and the area under the swings was wet and muddy. Tim loves the swings, and he headed straight for them. He was busily swinging, when the chain of the swing broke. Down he went right into the mud and water. When he returned to the classroom, he was a mess and Mrs. White, the teacher said that he would have to change clothes so that his pants could be washed. She took him to the kindergarten class where there were a lot of clothes donated by parents for the children to play dress up.

After a few minutes of searching Mrs. White said, "Tim, I am sorry, but the only thing that I can find to fit you without falling off is this dress, you will have to wear this for now."

The dress that Mrs. White was holding up was a plain yellow shirt dress, donated to the class after being out grown by one of the daughter that attended the school a few years before. Tim cringed at the idea of wearing girl’s clothes, but he could see that he had no choice. With a very embarrassed face he said, "Yes, Mrs. White." Said Tim as he was led to the boy’s restroom to change.

When Tim returned to the classroom, he was totally humiliated. As he entered the room, all of the other students laughed at him, and he began to cry. Mrs. White got the class under control, "Class, anyone making fun of or laughing at Tim will spend an hour after class with a special assignment every day this week."

That got the class to leave Tim alone, and an hour and a half later, his freshly laundered clothes were returned to him, and his ordeal was at an end. Tim returned home and everything was going as normal until his mother got a phone call from several of the other parents telling her of Tim’s forced cross dressing. When she thought about Tim in a dress, she began to wonder what he would look like as a girl, and Tim’s greatest ordeal was soon to begin.

She called Tim in from the back yard where he was playing. "I have heard that you got to pretend to be a girl today," Tim’s Mother said with a mischievous grin. Tim’s faced immediately turned a deep scarlet, as his humiliation was brought to mind.

"But I did not want to do it, they made me, I hated it," averred Tim. "I was so ashamed, and everyone laughed at me, it was horrible."

"I don’t see how wearing a dress could be that bad, I do it every day," Said Tim’s mother. "I would really love to see what you look like as a girl, so I want to get you a dress from the Goodwill and put it on you to see how you look."

Tim was mortified and terrified. His mother intended to make him a girl. She could not be serious, could she? It was only a joke, yeah, just a joke, and she would begin to laugh at any moment. But the laugh never came. Instead Tim was herded of to the car and to the Goodwill they went. Tim’s mother went straight to the dresses for little girls and began sorting through them. Tim just stood there petrified with fear. When his mother would hold a dress up to him to check for fit, all he could do was stand there, his face burning with embarrassment.

Tim’s mother finally decided on a cute, pink, pinafore dress. "You know, dear," she said, "you will really need a slip with this dress and while we are at it, we will get you some socks and panties so I can see the full effect."

Tim could hold it in no longer, he began to sob and tears began to flood forth from his eyes. He could not believe what his mother was about to do to him. This was his mother, she was supposed to protect him, not hurt and humiliate him. He could not understand what had made her hate him so. Was it because he had gotten dirty at school today? Had he done something terrible, unforgivable? His young mind was reeling as his mother picked out some pink ankle socks a white full slip and some pink panties. He was still sobbing as she took him by the hand and headed to the check out.

On the drive home, Tim cowered in the back seat of the car, uncontrollably crying. He could not think of anything other than what his mother was about to do to him, and he was very afraid. He was not sure what he was afraid of, only that he was. Something inside him told him that this was wrong, that he should not do this, but his mother was in charge, and he could not fight her.

When they got home, they headed straight to Tim’s room, where he was told to get undressed. As his mother watched, Tim mechanically removed his clothing, his mind a total blank at this point. He was handed the pink panties and told to put them on. Tim slipped them on and stood there in a daze. Next came the slip, then the socks.

"You look so darling, I can’t wait to see what you will look like in this dress," gushed his mother.

Tim stood motionless as is mother lowered the dress over his head. He stared blankly as she fussed with the hem. His face was emotionless as she took a step back to admire her handiwork.

Tim’s mother was oblivious to Tim’s shut down as she primped and fussed over his girlish appearance. She did not notice that her son had retreated deep into a void in his own mind. The only place he could go to escape the unbearable ordeal he was being subjected to.

After a half an hour of fussing and cooing over him, Tim’s mother removed the feminine clothing from her son. She never dressed him in female clothing again, but the damage had been done.

Tim became a very withdrawn and introverted young man. His teachers and principal sent notes home to his mother about his new behavior, expressing their concern.

Tim’s mother noticed that he would withdraw from her whenever she reached out for him. Tim’s father noticed his son’s new demeanor, and took him to see a councilor.

When the therapist told Tim’s father what the boy had endured he was furious. The next day he went to his lawyers and filed for divorce. Armed with the therapist’s report, it was easy for Tim’s father to gain full custody of his son, with no visitation rights given to the boy’s mother.

With the loss of her family, Tim’s mother turned to alcohol, and began a downward spiral that eventually ended her life. Tim spent many years in therapy, and eventually became a well-rounded adult and productive member of society. Tim’s father never remarried, and became an outspoken advocate for children’s rights and opponent of child abusers.

 

 

 

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