Author's note. A suspended sentence in English law is a prison sentence which the criminal does not have to serve, provided s/he does not re-offend for a specified period. For example, a judge might sentence a criminal to three years in prison, suspended for three years. The sentence would not be imposed if the offender did not re-offend within the three year period. If s/he did re-offend, then the sentence could be reinstated, in addition to the sentence for the subsequent offence.

Please also note that "banged up" is English slang for imprisoned.

 

The Male Debutantes' Pageant

by Annabel Naismith

 

Chapter Twenty Three

On Thursday morning Jess was released from police custody. The police told her that she would be re-arrested if she went near Danni's or Mandy's houses.

She arrived at home before her mother left for work. As soon as her mother left for work, Jess called Gemma on the telephone.

"Hello Gemma, it's Jess."

"Hi Jess. When did you get home?"

"This morning. What's been happening?"

"Not much. I've been grounded by my parents until yesterday evening. I've just stayed in and watched the telly. How did you get on?"

"It was hell being stuck in the police cells. It wasn't too bad during the day. But it was awful at night. They had a load of drunks and yobs fighting. Fortunately they were all blokes, so I didn't have to share a cell with anyone, but the noise was terrible. I'm really glad to get home. I can't go out much. My mum says I'm grounded until the trial, but she's at work now, so I can do what I want."

"You can go where you want then?"

"Not totally. The police said I will be arrested again if I go near either of the sissies' houses. And if I do get arrested, then I will be stuck in police custody until my case goes to court. That could be weeks or even months away."

"What about school?"

"I don't know what's going to happen yet. I've been expelled from school, so I won't be going back after half term."

"Me and Lucy got suspended for a week, so we won't go back until the week after next."

"You're lucky. You get an extra week's holiday. You can come and hang out round here."

"Well I could, but my folks have told me I can't see you."

"So what are you going to do then?"

"Lucy and me are going to look after Andy."

"What the fuck do you want to go and see that sissy for?"

"Because we feel really bad about what you did to him."

"So you two are going to be friends with those pansies?"

"Yeah. We went round to say sorry when he got out of hospital. He was really nice to us."

"So you're going to be friends with that lot and I don't have any friends at all."

"I've got to say Jess, I'm not sure I want to be friends with someone who goes round knifing people.

"So you'd rather hang around with those little pansies. You've gone soft in the head. Well, if you won't help me get them, I'll have to do it all myself."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you know, I haven't finished the job."

"What job?"

"Turning that little pansy into the girl she wants to be."

"Jess, you're crazy. You'll get banged up forever."

"I will anyway. What do I have to lose?"

"Jess, you're in enough trouble. If you only get charged with one crime, that's bad enough. You might get a suspended sentence, if you're lucky. You might not go to prison at all. But if you go and attack him again, they'll definitely send you to prison."

"I know I'm going to prison. I spoke to my lawyer. She reckoned the best thing I could do would be to plead guilty to malicious wounding. She thought I would probably get a twelve or eighteen month sentence in a youth prison. If I'm going to get twelve or eighteen months for just scratching him, I might just as well do the job properly and go down for three years."

"I can't believe you, Jess. You're fucking mad. What has Andy ever done to hurt you?"

"He's got me banged up, that's what. Dressing up like a girl and prancing about like a fairy. And that Dan. He's just as bad. I'm going to get both of them."

"Jess, do you really think it's worth it? Even if you succeed with this stupid plan, all it will get you is a longer prison sentence. They could even call you insane. Thinking about it, you're sounding totally fucking insane. You won't end up in prison; you'll go to the nut house for psychopaths. Because that's what you're sounding like."

"Oh, I get it. The little pansy has got to you. Well, you go and hold his pretty little willy while he does his wee next week. It's a shame that a good friendship has to end. And for a little sissy like that."

"He's actually a decent, honest, likeable bloke. OK, he likes being a girly, but that is no reason to go and attack him with a knife."

"I'm not listening to any more of your crap, Gemma. You go to your new sissy friends. I'll be OK. I'm a survivor. Bye."

Jess put the phone down before Gemma could say good-bye.

Gemma shook her head as she put the phone down. What the hell do I do now, she wondered. Do I call the police? No, you can't grass on a mate, even one who's being stupid. Do I tell Andy and Dan? Definitely; they need to know.

Gemma did not know the number of either Andy or Dan, so she rang Kirsty.

"Hello Kirsty, it's Gemma."

"Hi Gemma. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I've just been talking to Jess on the phone."

"Jess? Is she out now?"

"Yeah, they let her out this morning. She's gone barking mad. She was talking like she was going out to try and stab Andy and Dan again."

"What? She's fucking psychotic. What's the matter with her?"

"I have no idea. The thing is, Andy and Dan need to know. I know that she will be arrested if she comes near either of their houses. And if she is arrested, she will be banged up until the trial. What do you think we should do?"

"I think we should all meet up at Mandy's and then we can all decide."

"Lucy won't be able to make it. She's still grounded."

"Yeah, but she's not being threatened, so she isn't affected so much. I spoke to Amy yesterday evening and she was going round to Mandy's anyway. I just need to call Danni. I was going to see her today anyway. And we'd better call Ali. Jess might have a go at Sam as well."

"OK, what time shall we say?"

"About an hour?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. See you later."

"OK, bye Gemma. And thanks for calling."

So at eleven o'clock, everyone was in Mandy's living room discussing the next course of action.

Gemma told everyone what Jess had said. Mandy and Amy were both horrified.

"How could they let her out if she's still thinking like this?" said Amy.

"I don't know, but they have," replied Gemma.

"What do we do if we see her hanging about?" asked Danni.

"Call the police," said Kirsty. "She's not allowed near either of your houses. If she is seen near here she will be put away and we know she won't want that."

"That's OK, but I'm dressed as a girl too," said Sally. "Is she going after me as well?"

"Not as far as I know," answered Gemma, "but it would be safest to assume that she might."

"I think we should tell the police what she said and see what they recommend," said Amy.

"Won't that get her into trouble?" wondered Sally. "She might go to prison again."

"Best place for her, if you ask me," said Danni.

"Yeah, but the police cells aren't very nice," said Gemma. "I've been there. I wouldn't like to be stuck in there for weeks. Jess might have been upset because I got off and she didn't. And I did say that I was coming round to see you next week, when I could have gone round to hers. She might have been upset by that as well."

"I still think we should tell the police and see what they suggest. We can say that we think she might have been upset when she said those things," said Amy.

"I agree with Amy," said Mandy.

"What will the police do?" asked Alison.

There was a pause while they considered this.

"They might send someone round to talk to her," suggested Abigail. "You know, ask her why she feels like she does towards Mandy and Danni and give her some counselling to stop her wanting to attack Mandy and Danni, or Sally even."

"That would be good, if they did do that," agreed Alison, "but we still can't be certain they won't re-arrest her."

"I'd feel safer if she was locked up," said Mandy, "but I wouldn't like to be locked up in the police cells for weeks and then know I'm going to prison afterwards."

"They have special prisons for young offenders," pointed out Gemma.

"Yeah, but even so, I shouldn't think they're very nice places either."

"I still think we should tell the police," said Amy. "That Sergeant Evans, who came here last night, was really nice. I'm sure she wouldn't get Jess into more trouble, but she will know what to do. The police must get this sort of thing all the time."

"Should we tell the police now," asked Mandy, "or should we wait until my parents get home and get them to talk to them?"

"I would call them now," said Amy.

"I think you should wait for your mum," said Sally. "I'd be a bit shy about calling the police."

"I must admit, I would rather not be involved," said Gemma. "I'm still not sure if Jess is my friend or not, even after what she did to you Mandy. And I can't defend her actions at all. I just don't know what got into her. But I don't want to grass her up either."

"OK," said Mandy decisively, "I think that means we wait until this evening and get mum or dad to call the police then. In the meantime, if we all stay here, we will all be safe."

For the rest of the morning they watched the music channel on the television.

After an hour or so Kirsty left the room and shortly afterwards the others heard her give a cry of joy from the bathroom.

"Yes! Oh, thank God!"

"What the hell is wrong with Kirsty?" asked Sally. "Was she constipated?"

The girls knew. Her period had started.

It was some ten days since the fateful afternoon when Mandy and Amy had discovered Kirsty and Danni in Mandy's bed. Despite going to the doctor and getting the morning after pill, Kirsty knew she could have been pregnant.

Danni waited in the hall to give Kirsty a hug.

They hugged for a couple of minutes.

"It's OK," said Danni, kissing Kirsty's cheek gently.

"I know," said Kirsty. "I'm just so relieved. It's not that I don't ever want to have your baby, Danni. But not until I'm a lot older."

"I know. And I'm too little to be a dad. The baby would be bigger than me before he went to school"

"You're mad Danni. That's why I love you. And you don't really look like a dad, either."

Danni was wearing a flirty little black skirt which reached the middle of her thighs and was flared, so it twirled when she turned quickly. She wore also wore a pink T with spaghetti straps and lace detail around the bust, and her bra also had narrow straps. Her make-up was subtle and was two blended shades of eye-shadow, a single coat of mascara and pale lipstick. All of which she had applied in under ten minutes.

They went back into the living room to join the others.

"Is everything OK?" asked Amy.

"Definitely. My period started." Kirsty sounded so relieved and all the others were truly happy for her.

"We need a party to celebrate," suggested Abigail.

"Definitely," agreed Alison. "Where can we have it?"

"Here or mine," suggested Sally. "I'm sure my mum would let us have another party at my house."

"Yeah, your house would be brilliant, Sally," agreed Alison.

"Mandy, will you be able to get to Sally's?" asked Amy.

"I got home from hospital, so I don't see why not."

"When shall we have it?" asked Abigail.

"My dad flies out tomorrow morning, so tomorrow night should be OK. I need to check with mum, though."

"I've got a problem with tomorrow," said Kirsty. "I'm going to my granny's again tomorrow afternoon and we won't be back until Sunday."

"I don't think we could have it on Sunday, we've got school on Monday."

"No, that's right Sally," agreed Alison. "It needs to be tomorrow or Saturday."

"Maybe if we left it till Saturday, Lucy could come," said Gemma. "After all, me and Lucy have a lot to celebrate as well. We could have been in serious trouble if Mandy hadn't been so nice."

"I didn't do anything, really. I only pointed out that you didn't do anything wrong. And I'm pleased we're friends."

Gemma reached over and squeezed Mandy's arm. "Thanks mate. You're a really nice bloke, or girl, or whatever. What do they call blokes like you Mandy?"

"I don't know really. Is there a word for it?"

"Cross-dresser or transvestite," said Sally. "I looked it up on the internet."

"Do they have lots of sites for them?" asked Alison.

"Hundreds. You would not believe what there is."

"Ooh, Sally," said Abigail, "we'll have to have a look when we come to your party."

"Doesn't your mum put a parental control thing on our computer?" asked Amy.

"No, she used one on our old computer. I had to set it up for her when we got our new computer, so there wasn't much point. I know more about computers than she does. Anyhow, I don't go into the really pervy sites. You have to pay for those. What you see is a bit like girly magazines, really. Maybe a bit stronger and a bit more varied. But have you ever watched those late night previews for the sex channels on satellite TV? They're just the same."

"You're a dark horse, Sally," said Alison. "How do you get to find out about all these things?"

"On the computer? I just did a search for toys and got all these sites that do sex toys. Well, naturally I had to check them out, and see what they were showing. And on the telly, you just kind of flick through the channels and you come across things like Television X and Playboy TV. It tells you what programs are on now and sometimes they have ten minute slots where they do trailers showing what goes on."

"Do they show real willies and girl's bits?" asked Abigail.

"Yeah."

"Do they show people actually having sex?"

"Kind of. I don't think they're allowed to show too much detail but you get the idea. They can't show an erect willy, but they can show plastic ones, you know, dildos. They often show two girls together."

"I wouldn't want to see that," said Abigail. "What about two gay guys together?"

"Yeah, there is a channel for gay men, but I'm not interested in that."

"Why not? You might learn something Sally."

"Sally likes schoolgirls," said Alison. "Do you ever see those, Sally."

"Oh yeah. They're my favourite. And Ali likes firemen."

"Doesn't everyone," agreed Gemma.

"My favourite fantasy," began Alison, "would be to be rescued from a building, preferably a farm, by a big handsome fireman. I'd be wearing just a nightie and he would just pick me up and put me over his shoulder and carry me down a ladder. Then he'd carry me away from the fire to somewhere safe and quiet, like a barn. He'd take off his uniform to show his perfect rugged, muscular body and then he'd fuck me with his great big penis. We'd be nice and warm from the glow of the burning building and the warm straw in the barn. He'd last forever, bringing me from one spectacular orgasm to the next, each orgasm more earth-trembling than the last. What?"

Alison stopped as she realized that all her friends were looking at her in speechless wonder.

"I think that is a really sexy fantasy, Ali," said Amy. "But I love my cuddly honey bear too much to want sex with anyone else. What would your best sexy fantasy be, Mandy?"

"I'd like to have sex with you Amy, with both of us wearing something really slinky and sexy. Maybe a satin and lace teddy and stockings and heels. And the bed would have satin sheets. Ooh, that hurts."

"What does?" Amy was worried.

"My willy. It was starting to get big."

"That must be a good sign," said Kirsty. "It must mean you're getting better."

"You're so sweet, Mandy," Amy kissed her cheek. "You just have to think about having sex with me and you get all turned on. That is so flattering."

"What about you Kirsty?" asked Danni. "What's your favourite fantasy?"

"I like Ali's. Firemen are really sexy. I love really fit, muscular men. They don't have to be big, but they must be slim and athletic, like you Danni. I don't think I'd like to be trapped in a blazing building, but I would like to have sex with a really fit, sexy man in a barn. What about you, Abi?"

"I'm with you as regards the firemen. But I'd like to be the only girl on the shift with five firemen. All of them would be really good-looking and sexy and I'd have sex with all of them at once. I'd suck one's cock while another one is fucking my pussy and another one is fucking my boobs. Then, at the same time, I'd be masturbating the other two with my hands. All five of us would have an orgasm at the same time and I'd get really covered with all their, you know, when they come."

"Whoa, steady on, Abi," said Alison. "It's not fair that you have all the firemen."

"I can dream, can't I?"

"Yeah, I guess. Who hasn't said their fantasy? Danni?"

"Me, I'd like to be attacked by a big strong woman, not grossly fat, but, you know, cuddly. She'd have big boobs and a nice slim waist and big cuddly hips. She'd go on top and I'd feel her big heavy boobs on my chest. I'd be able to kiss her nipples and play with her boobs as she rocks backwards and forwards on my willy."

"Would you be Dan or Danniella?" asked Kirsty.

"Dan, definitely Dan." Danni paused. "I'd never thought about having sex as a girl before. Apart from oral, what can I do, if I'm being a girl?"

There was a pause, then Sally spoke. "Girls can get dildos they strap to themselves, so they can be the man."

"That's just for lesbians surely. Where would she put it? I haven't got a pussy, like a girl's."

"She'd put it in your bum," said Sally quietly.

"But that's only for queers," said Danni quickly and then she paused while she considered this. "So I could have sex with Kirsty and be a complete girl and she could be the man. Wow."

"Would you like to try that, Danni?" asked Kirsty quietly.

"Not now. Everyone's watching."

"Seriously Danni. Is that something you'd like to try?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe we could try it one day. What do you think about doing something like that, Mandy?"

"If Amy wanted to try it, why not? But I don't think I'd want to have my back to Amy when we're making love because I want to be able to see her and kiss her. If I was facing her and she was doing that, how would she avoid crushing my balls?"

"You'd have to lift your legs right up, so your knees are close to your shoulders," said Sally. "That way, your balls would be out of the way, resting on your stomach."

"And you could be wearing some nice white seamed stockings, or even some sexy fishnet stockings, and white stiletto heels, Mandy."

"Ooh, please stop. You're making it go big again."

"Stop talking dirty Amy," said Abigail. "You're torturing Mandy."

"I'm so sorry, Mandy, darling. I would never hurt you. Let's talk about something else. Would anyone like a sandwich?"

"Honey, please," said Danni promptly. Kirsty went to hit her on the shoulder. Danni saw the intended blow and jumped swiftly to her left. Kirsty's blow landed squarely on Sally's right breast. Danni, Alison and Abigail all saw what happened and collapsed in fits of giggling.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I'm sorry Sally, I meant to hit Danni."

"You can't go round hitting other girl's boobs, Kirsty," said Abigail.

"I said I was sorry and it's Danni's fault."

"I only said I'd like a honey sandwich."

"We're trying to get off the subject of sex, Danniella."

Danni opened her mouth to continue but stopped when she Kirsty looking menacingly at her.

"Can I help with the sandwiches, Amy?"

"Yes please, that would be nice, Gemma."

Amy and Gemma went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the others.

"You know, Amy, I'm really having fun with you lot," said Gemma as she spread butter on a slice of bread. "You're all such a good laugh. Danni is really whacky. She makes such a funny girl. All the boys are such fun girls. It's hard to believe they aren't real girls."

"I know. I can't believe the way they have all changed. Mandy and Sally especially. They were both really shy around girls, which is hard to believe when you see them now. And Sally is brilliant at music. Did you hear her play her keyboard at youth club the other week?" Gemma nodded. "Even Mandy didn't know she was so talented and they've been friends for years."

"That's amazing. Girls know everything about each other within ten minutes of meeting. I still can't get over the way they all dress so well. When you see a boy trying to dress as a girl, usually they look a total disaster. You know, too much make-up, terrible hair, clothes that a whore wouldn't be seen in, broken fingernails."

"That's true. Mandy is very careful about her hair and make-up and what she wears and I think Sally's mum helps her. But Danni is amazing. Do you know, she gets ready in about five minutes; hair, make-up, deciding what to wear and put it all on. And she always looks good. It's just not fair."

"It must help that she's so petite. I'd never look that good because I'm so big."

"I'm quite slim, but I can't put make-up on as quickly as Danni. I've seen her, she's just unbelievable."

"Sally looks good too, doesn't she? Her figure is amazing; she's practically got an hour glass figure."

"Yeah, and her boobs are real."

"Those boobs aren't falsies?"

"No, it's incredible isn't it? Her mum made her wear corsets, I expect she's wearing one now. And she's been on a really strict diet. I think she's lost six inches off her waist since before she became Sally."

"Six inches? That's amazing."

"Yeah. Her mum wants her to get into a 24 inch waist pencil skirt. It's quite tight on me."

"You've tried it on?"

"Yeah, when we had a sleep-over at Sally's last weekend. It was a fantastic party. She's got a beautiful house. I hope Sally's mum says we can all stay over again. And I hope you and Lucy can come."

"Yeah, I hope we get the letter from the police soon, so Lucy isn't grounded any more. I still can't believe Sally's figure is just her and she's really a boy. Her boobs are really big. Mine aren't much bigger, and I haven't got her nice waist either. And then her bum's not big but it's, you know, just curvy. Maybe she'll lend me a corset when she goes back to being a boy and show me how she does it."

"I'm sure she'd be happy to. I think she likes wearing corsets, now she's got used to them. But I think she was uncomfortable in them at first. Can you get a jug of squash and bring it through with those glasses, please Gemma. And thank you for coming and helping. I'm really glad I had a nice chat with you."

"I'm happy to help. And I still am so grateful to you all for being so nice after we were so horrible to you."

"It's OK, Gemma. I'm really happy you're a friend."

Amy carried a try of sandwiches to the living room, while Gemma carried a jug of squash and the glasses.

After they had finished eating, Sally rang her mother and confirmed they could have a party at her house the following evening.

"What did she say?" asked Alison, as Sally walked back into the room.

"The party's on. And better than that, you can all stay over on Friday night. And better than that, you can all stay over on Saturday night, if you can stand being with me that long."

"Sally, that's fantastic. Your mum is the best."

"Great. You all have a brilliant party and I miss out again," grumbled Kirsty. "I missed out on Mandy's party the other week as well.

Danni gave her a hug. "Do you mind if I go to the party. I won't if you don't want me to."

"No you go, Danni. I don't see why you should miss out just because I have to."

"You could ask your mum if you can stay with us," suggested Mandy. "It's not like you'll be alone in your home, you'll be somewhere safe."
"I'll ask. Mum can only say yes or no. But they've always made me go before."

Gemma sat next to Sally. "Sally, I'm really amazed how you've lost so much weight. I wish I could. How have you done it?"

"Mum's put me on this diet and made me wear a corset. It was really bad at first but now I like wearing the corset. It's kind of comforting, like you're being hugged all the time. And the diet's OK. I guess wearing corsets has made my stomach smaller."

"Are you going to keep wearing corsets after the pageant?"

"I've been thinking about it. I really like them, but I can't wear them to school, because the other boys will think I'm a sissy. They are all women's corsets, after all."

"They've definitely given you a really nice figure."

"Yeah. I'm not sure about it, because I really have a woman's body now. All the weight I've lost has been from my stomach and I still have boobs and a fat bum."

"Your bum's not fat. I wish I had your figure."

"When you come round tomorrow, you can try on one of my corsets. You don't want it too tight to begin with. But you do need a firm hold. I could lace you up or Ali will, if you think I'm a bit too friendly."

"You can be as friendly as you like. How many corsets have you got?"

"I don't know, at least six I think. I change them every day and I'm too small for the first two. Mum has already got me two more which she thinks I'm going to slim down into. The waist on those goes down to twenty three inches, if they're really tightly laced."

"Do you really want a twenty three inch waist?"

"I'd like to wear my pencil skirt with a twenty four inch waist and Ali's old school skirt is the same size. I really want to be able to wear that. You know you girls all like firemen? Well, that's my fantasy, to be a pretty little schoolgirl and Ali is a going to be a schoolboy and, you know."

"She seduces you?"

Sally nodded.

"What will you be wearing?"

"Everything a schoolgirl would wear. Bra and panties, white socks or stockings, black shoes, short grey pleated skirt and a white blouse. I've seen some schoolgirl outfits with stockings that come just over the knee, with little bows on the front. They're really pretty and they show a bit of thigh because the skirt is quite short. I'll probably wear a little bit of make-up, you know, pink lipstick and pink nail varnish, and some hair-grips. My hair isn't long enough for bunches or a ponytail."

Alison had been talking to Abigail and heard Sally talking to Gemma.

"I'm so looking forward to seducing Sally," said Alison. "I'm still not sure how far we'll go on our first date. Are you going to let me go all the way? Are you that sort of girl?"

"I reckon she's really sweet and innocent," said Abigail. "I bet she'll just let you have a kiss and a cuddle."

Sally thought for a moment and then she answered coyly, "I don't know myself yet. I really am a sweet innocent girl and I'm totally inexperienced. But I need to find out what it's like to go with a big boy."

"Ooh, you want a big boy, do you Sally," teased Abigail. "Would you know what to do with a really big boy?"

"Oh no, I'm very innocent. I was hoping he'd know, and he would show me."

"He'll show you all right, won't he Ali?"

"Definitely. I'll take you to places you've never been."

"Like behind the bike sheds?" asked Sally suggestively.

"There too," said Alison.

"You lot are something else," said Gemma. "I've never seen anything like it. But it's really fun being with you. I'm going to have to go home soon. What time are we meeting up tomorrow?"

"Any time after dad goes, which is mid-morning," said Sally. "Say after lunch, about two o'clock. Mum will have to come and get Mandy, but we'll only be a few minutes. If we're not in, just wait in the garden. There are some seats on the lawn."

"Will do. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just your toothbrush and some clothes for overnight."

"OK. Thanks for the invite, Sally. Bye everyone."

After Gemma left, everyone except Amy gradually departed. Amy cleared up the sandwich plates and she and Mandy watched TV until Jane returned home from work.

Amy and Mandy reported the conversation between Jess and Gemma earlier in the day. Jane was concerned, but decided to wait for Deirdre to return from work before telephoning the police.

Deirdre rang the police station. Sergeant Evans was not available, so she had to explain to a different detective that she, Deirdre was the father of Mandy, the boy who was stabbed. After that confusion had been resolved, reporting the conversation between Gemma and Jess was easy. The detective said that an officer would be sent to Jess's house the following day to remind her that she could face arrest at any time and could be remanded in police custody until her trial if she continued making threats.

Amy, Mandy and her parents were all hugely reassured by the conversation between Deirdre and the detective.

Mandy and Amy spent the evening together. It was getting dark in the late spring evening when Deirdre finally walked Amy back to her home along the lane.

Both Amy and Mandy were really looking forward to Sally's party next day.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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