I had left my mothers house and dreaded what I would have to do,but my mother had made it quite clear, I was to dress up as a girl all by myself, but if I failed to undertake this matter, then plans would be taken into action to ensure that my life will change forever. The following here is from my Mistress’s account of the events that happened on Wednesday.
Miss Monroe was called into the head Deans office, Lisa had arrived at Mrs Farrow’s office, she had entered wondering why she had been called in. “Enter.” Called out Mrs Farrow, as Lisa Monroe knocked upon the office door, she entered and closed the door behind her. “Ah, Lisa, please do sit down.” Lisa had sat down and enquired.
“You asked to see me Hillary?”
“Yes I did. As from today Lisa you shall be having a new student taking your study class and is to become a permanent student and further more you shall treat him with the utmost respect.” Miss Monroe’s face was one of pure shock. “Did I hear you correctly Hillary? Did you say he? As in that a boy is to become a student of my study class?”
“Yes Lisa, you heard me correctly and yes I do mean that a boy is going to become a student of your study class.”
“But Hillary in all of my time I have spent teaching my study class, a boy has never become a student, which boy exactly will be becoming a student of my class and why?”
“Marvin Maxwell has a very good and genuine reason for becoming a student of your study class, one which shall be made more clear to you at a later point, I promise you, but for now you treat Marvin with a lot of respect, as he is giving up his whole Artistic career just to be able to become a full time student of your study class.”
“What? But Hillary…”
“The matter is final Lisa, Marvin shall be your full time student as from now on.” Miss Monroe was furious, but she got up from her seat and replied to Mrs Farrow. “Very well then, Hillary I shall of course abide by your ruling in this matter, but I am not happy about it at all. I shall go and collect Marvin from the art class.”
“There is no need for you to do that Lisa, as I have already taken the liberty of sending Marvin directly to your class where he now awaits you to be given his lessons along with all of the other girls.” Miss Monroe did not like this one bit and she was sure to make me pay, and I did pay dearly in the end. I was exactly as Mrs Farrow had said I would be, sat at the front row of seats waiting, the rest of the girls for the Feminist Study Class had not as yet turned up.
Miss Monroe approached me, her eyes were ablaze with hatred. “I have absolutely no idea how you have managed to pull this one off Boy… but this I do promise you, that I will soon find out.” Just then, all of the girls began to enter into the class room there was a look of shock on the girls faces as they began to to take their seats. There was a lot of commotion in the class until Miss Monroe brought the entire class room to sudden silence.
“QUIET” Boy, what a commanding voice she had, Miss Monroe however did not like me being apart of my class, I had a feeling that somewhere now in her mind, there was the thought of forced feminising me, but there had to be a damn good reason for doing that to me. “Now I know that all of you girls are probably wondering why a boy is here in this class.”
Miss Monroe paused and took a deep breath. “Sadly, Marvin Maxwell here has special circumstances that grants him the right to be here and become our only male student of this study class, he is to be treated with the same respect as a any other girl attending to this class, so treat him no differently. Just then, a girl in the middle row, raised her hand. “Yes Jenny?” The girl was called Jenny Harper, she was pretty good looking and she had long red hair, blue eyes. “Does this mean Miss, that we can dress up Marvin in one of our
uniforms?”
She giggled, as did the rest of the girls in the class all burst out into giggling fits of laughter. All of the girls in the feminist class all wore pleated short skirts, pink blouses, white ankle socks, Maryjanes like shoes. Miss Monroe tried to suppress a wide grin herself of such a thought of me wearing exactly the same type of uniform that was mandatory for the girls at the Feminist Study Class to wear.
