From Jonathan to Rebecca

by Jessica Marie

 

I was always a troubled boy, constantly getting sent to the principles office, or put over my Mother's lap. My Father would often beat on me during his drunken rampages, so I tended to emulate my Mother. I was a smaller boy, and was often left out of sporting activities, mainly because I hated being the last one chosen. I would always get left out of games and only had 2 friends. Me, Brian, and Chad would go out and cause havoc, and usually get in trouble. One day we decided to put a fishing hook on a line and wait in a tree for a girl to walk by with her layers of petticoats rustling under an utterly girlish dress. We would wait and lower the hook and snag under her dress and give a sharp tug upwards, revealing her panties to everyone on the playground. We laughed in silence as our victim approached. Susan Taylor came skipping to the base of the tree to play with her dolly in the shade with her 4 other friends. I slowly lowered the hook and gave it a little swing to get under her dress. It worked like a charm and the hook snagged. I quickly jerked up on the string and watched in horror at the ripping sound as a huge piece was torn free. I was ashen. It wasn't supposed to be like that, but now here I was caught red handed with five very distraught girls staring up at me. Susan started to cry and ran bawling to the recess supervisor. Chad looked over at me and frowned, "Dude we are so screwed". We clambered out of the tree and ran to act like we were playing on the slide, but it was too late, Mrs. Johnson was already storming over to us. "Boys come with me, NOW".

Several minutes later we were in Ms. Carple's office, the principle. She was furious. "Boy's I told you not to hang out with Jonathan, but now it seems if you are guilty by association. I have had it with all of your shenanigans, and have decided to put a stop to it all. I called your Mothers, and they are on the way now. I am going to talk to them and see if we can't find a way to put an end to all of your nonsense. Chad and Brian, you may go with Mrs. Johnson, she is going to have you sit in her absolute supervision in the teacher's lounge. Jonathan you will stay here, I need to talk to you." Chad and Brian walked out with Mrs. Johnson dragged them by the ears. "Jonathan, what is wrong with you? This is the sixth time you have been caught pestering the girls, but this time you have caused damage to another student's clothes. We are unable to contact the girl's mother to get her some new clothes, so she only has torn clothes for the rest of the day. As your punishment I have decided to allow her to change into what you are wearing. You will wear her dress for the remainder of the day, just as a lesson to teach you not to mess with the girls anymore." I was appalled, there is no way I would wear her dress, is she nuts? "But Ms. Carple, everyone will laugh at me" She smiled, "Serves you right, for doing such a mean thing to such a nice girl as Susan. Now it's all been arranged, so go ahead and strip". I put my foot down right then and there. "NO!"

I found myself being wrapped up and my shirt was pulled over my head. I shivered in the air conditioned office air. I was then pulled down with my back on the floor. I tried to resist, but Ms. Carple's grip was too firm. I was tipped up with only my shoulder blades and head on the floor and she ripped my pants off. I was now down to my shoes socks and undies. My undies were pulled off quickly before I could react. I covered my little bits with my hands. I couldn't fight no, while she took my shoes and socks off. Now I was completely naked, and quite embarrassed. She left me in the cold room naked, with all of my clothes tucked under her arm. When she retuned with the dress, and other things, I began to protest yet again. "Shut up, you can't just waltz around naked, and there is nothing else for you to wear so you will wear this, or nothing. Timid of girls seeing me naked, I found myself in disbelief at what I had to do. I simply didn't want to accept it. I snapped back to reality as she handed me a frilly pair of floral print cotton panties. I slipped them up my legs, too ashamed to look into the big picture mirror on her wall. I looked down at myself teary eyed and not believing I was in panties. Ms. Carple didn't even notice, she was too busy arranging the while ball of fluff that formed a petticoat, fussing over the rip that was barely noticeable. She had me step into the petticoats, and she pulled them up to my waist, I was too ashamed to even squeak. Tears flowed freely down my face. "Quit crying you sissy", Ms. Carple said sternly. I couldn't stop; I was a sissy, just looking at the knee high petticoats rustling about my body. Another garment came over my head this time. "Suck in a breath", Ms. Carple said. I did and she zipped up the back of the lemon colored dress. She tied a large bow behind my back and fluffed it to make sure it was perfect. "Here put these on, she handed me a pair of frilly ankle socks and a pair of patent leather Mary Jane's. I squatted, unaccustomed to the utterly feminine garment my body was encased in. As I did so Ms. Carple pulled on my hair until it felt it was ripping from the roots. She did the same thing on the other side. Once I figured out the buckles on the tight little shoes I looked up in dismay to see she had put a matching lemon yellow bow affixed to pigtails on each side of my head, my shoulder length red hair looking very girlish. I watched Ms. Carple dip a needle in a liquid looking solution after heating it with a lighter. She told me to close my eyes, and not to open them until she told me to. I felt the needle plunge into my earlobe, slowly pushing through. I squealed loudly, as she pushed it all the way through. "My baby daughter didn't cry that much when I pierced her ears; you are a baby aren't you. Mabey you should wear a diaper too. I will diaper you if you squeal like that when I do the next ear." I did my best not to make a noise as she ever so slowly pushed the needle through my other ear. I felt her put to pieces of metal in each of the new holes. "Ok sweetie, you may look now." I looked at the 10 year old girl staring back at me in awe. I had 2 yellow flowers with pink centers in my ears, yellow bows in my hair, and a lemon dress complete with petticoats and a big bow in back, frilly ankle socks and Mary Jane's on my feet. I was humiliated. I looked down in terror and shame. My mom would kill me if she knew. She walked over to me with a pair of tweezers and began plucking at my eyebrows. I watched her then take a bit of pink lipstick and smear it on my lips. I licked at the strange taste. She took a circle shaped powder thing and powdered my face. "Wow sweetie, I think you will make a darling student, and I'm sure you will be well behaved." After she painted my nails pink, she spun me around, my dress twirling around me. "Now little girls don't have names like Jonathan, do they? I think we will call you Rebecca. That sounds lovely. Now Rebecca, I want you to go back to your seat in the classroom. Go missy", she pointed sternly. I left her office red as a beet. At first nobody recognized me as I walked down the hall, but then Ms. Carple stuck her head out of her office and said, "Hurry up Jonatha… I'm sorry, I meant Rebecca." Everyone stared at me and laughed, the secret was out and I was in for it.

I walked into my classroom, and everyone started laughing, including my teacher Mrs. Berryson. I felt like I was going to explode. I looked at the tag on the front of my desk, it now read Rebecca. I was speechless. I sat down like I had seen other girls do, folding my skirt under me. The day wore on, and everyone poked fun at me. Susan walked up to me at lunch time and handed me her doll. The clothes matched mine, so I needed to carry her she said. Here I was looking like a girl and carrying a doll. Finally the day ended, and I rushed to Ms. Carple's office to take the dress off. She was there with my mother who nearly fainted when she saw me. She looked happy though, which frightened me. She took my hand and dragged me to the car. "I love your new look REBECCA", she emphasized. I was now speechless. The excuse I had made couldn't come out. It looked like she wanted to keep me this way. When the car turned out of the school driveway it went a different way than home. "Where I we going mom?", I asked naively. "To go shopping princess", Mother said too enthusiastically.

 

To be continued...

  

  

  

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