As Girly As It Gets - The Drama Queen - Part 4

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Mark was your typical thirteen-year-old boy. He skipped class now and then and maybe more than he should. He was working on his bad-boy reputation as it seemed the prettiest girls all like the bad boys. His parents weren’t pleased in the direction he was headed, and when the teachers started picking on him, they let it slide, thinking it might be a good thing. Landing a girl’s part in the school play starts a prank that sees him become the homecoming queen. But that is just the least of his troubles now.

Phew, what a week it has been, and Friday was my first meeting with Lori since she walked me home. I’ll get you up to date on the school stuff first, and I promise to slow down some now.

Tuesday morning, mom was still a little unsettled over the things Sis had told her, and when I arrived at the table for breakfast in a sort of sexy catholic school girl’s outfit, complete with matching twin ponytails over my ears, I thought mom was going to pass out.

It was blue and white checked with the skirt just being long enough to pass our dress code. The top had a square neck with big puffy shoulders and a really short sleeve. It was tied at the waist with a ribbon in a big bow on my back, and I had on a pair of light blue-colored heels to match. Thankfully, mom was so busy fussing over what Sis had on that she didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing a bra.

As soon as we got to school and Sis was out of sight, I pulled the sleeves down as it was really an off-the-shoulder design. The twin ponytails were the only things said sweet and innocent that day. At roll call, all was well, and Mr. Ed was none too thrilled that I ignored him through the whole class. I considered giving him a look like I had on Monday, but right now, he wasn’t being cruel to me, so I didn’t.

Understand I have gone to this school from first grade forward, so my classmates have known me for more than a few years now. When the bell rang to go to our next class, I was mobbed by a bunch of girls in the hall that had realized what I had done yesterday to Mr. Ed. They thought or acted like I was really one of them and that it was so cool that I had put him in his place the way I did. I knew these girls and had for some time. There was just no way they were so gullible as to believe that I was really a girl.

That scene repeated itself several times before the end of the day came around and with different girls each time. Some even asked for my phone number or gave me theirs so we could talk and be friends. My attempts to remind them I was a boy named Mark went over like trying to split the atom.

When the last bell of the day rang, I headed for the front doors after I put the sleeves back up on my shoulders like when I left the house. Ms. Addison met me in the foyer and asked if we could speak for a few minutes. I told her sure and followed her to her office.

“Is this what I have to look forward to this year?” She asked as she pointed to my outfit.

“I’m not sure I understand the question,” I replied, just as sweet as I could.

“You broke every rule you thought you could and get away with it as a boy. Now, it seems as a girl you intend to push the rules just as hard as you can without breaking them,” she said in an authoritarian tone.

“Ms. Addison, I was tricked into taking a girl’s part in the play last year, pranked into becoming the homecoming queen, and then volunteered by someone else to be a part of the study the college is doing. Now, I am sure you think this is all fun and games for me, but nothing could be further from the truth,” I said and then paused to reel in my emotions for a minute.

“Right now, I am not of legal age, so my ability to put a stop to all this is very limited. At this point, I have only some of the details as to the persons involved. Let me assure you when I find out the whole story, and I will find out, those people will pay and pay dearly. In the meantime, anyone that gets in my way, well, just ask Mr. Ed how his class went yesterday after he sent me to see you,” I stated, then turned and walked out.

Since I was almost an hour late getting home, mom assumed I had gotten detention yet again. I was so upset at the time I didn’t bother to tell her that I hadn’t or that I had given Ms. Addison an ear full of what for. I spent some time by the pool with Sis, and at this point, what tan lines I had were so small it was almost like not having any.

“I’m sorry, Mark, if I had known having a big sister would cause all this trouble, I never would have said anything,” Heather said, almost crying.

“It’s not your fault, Sis. I did some things that I shouldn’t have, and I was punished on the spot for it. I can understand that, that’s the way life is for everybody. You know I didn’t sign those papers to be a part of this, and you were there when we sat at the table and talked about it as a family,” I paused as Sis looked at me in disbelief.

“Are you still being punished?” She asked, sounding more innocent than I ever could be.

“Well, I guess I am, but I sure don’t know what for,” I replied.

“That’s not very fair,” she said with a smile.

“You’re right, honey, but few things in life are ever fair,” Mom chimed in from behind us.

I wasn’t sticking around for the how unfair life is speech again. Dad had told me all about it and more times than I cared to count. I went to my room and hit the web to continue the online part of my courses so my grades would stay up. The long nails were really starting to get to me at times, but I was ten weeks ahead of where we really were in class. Wednesday morning, I turned in Friday’s homework assignment via the computer before I left the house. It was easy to do now, all I did was send it to Mr. Ed’s printer as all the teachers had one now.

Having gone around with Ms. Addison yesterday, I fully expected some repercussions of some kind today. I picked a denim skirt that went almost to my knees and a printed southwestern design blouse that covered my bust plenty well enough. That was my peace offering and as close as she was going to get to getting one right now. I do go all out on my makeup, as if to tell her that I wasn’t a person to be taken lightly even so.

She was standing by the door when I got there with sis beside me, and she nodded at me as if to say she saw and understood. After roll call, Mr. Ed wasted no time dragging me into the hall for a private conversation.

“This isn’t going to be a repeat of Monday?” He asked in a flustered tone.

“Depends, you have some plan for sending me to see Ms. Addison again?” I said with some venom in my voice.

“Not so long as you do the classwork and don’t interrupt the class in general,” he said, as he reached for the doorknob.

“Good, I am glad we understand each other,” I started making sure he understood if he messed with me, I would return the favor.

It seemed that my torture of Mr. Ed during class had soon been told to all the male teachers as a warning. I had but one female teacher again this year, and she taught the drama class. I had dropped the class at one point and then decided at the last minute to take it anyway for the extra credit and spite her for what she had done last year. She was all smiles last year when she found out I had dropped her class, but that smile was long gone when the new me walked into her classroom.

Mr. Edwards was teaching us history this year, and at least he had the guts to look me in the eyes now and then. My other male teachers did all they could to never look me in the face, and that made me think they were guilty of something.

Thursday, I pushed the envelope yet again in the way I dressed. If I kept the pressure on them and didn’t let it get to me as they hoped it would, the truth would come out at some point.

The black leather mini skirt, white top, and vest I had worn home that the first day seemed lonely that morning, so that was what I wore. I wore the skirt low on my waist so it would be long enough to pass the code and, once again, at breakfast, Mom just glared at me. I did the normal makeup fitting for a girl my age, but I wore all the same jewelry as before.

First period, no problems, the second period was more of the same. The third period was Mr. Thomas’s class, and he was teaching math this year. He took one look at my legs sticking out from under the short skirt and sent me to see Ms. Addison.

I made sure the skirt was down on my waist while she measured, and since it was within the code, she gave me a pass and sent me back to class. I was pissed beyond words as I had never cut his class or failed it either. He thought he would be smart and put me right in front of the class, first desk, first row. I knew then he didn’t get the memo. Hey, he had it coming. I hadn’t messed with him, ever.

I crossed my ankles and tapped my foot a time or two to make him look. He was standing at the blackboard showing us how to solve a math problem, and every time he turned and looked at me, he got an eye full. It took all of three minutes before he was adjusting his pants and then had to sit down for the rest of the class. When the bell rang, he dismissed us, but asked me to stay as he knew I was headed for lunch and not on the clock as it were.

“You realize what you were doing is not very ladylike,” he said, as he looked down at me.

“Just one of the perks of not being a lady or even a girl,” I replied, as the blood ran from his face.

“So not being born a girl, you think you can act any way you choose?” He said like it was the question of birth.

“No, sir, but if you mess with the bull, you eventually get the horns,” I said and then walked out headed for the lunchroom.

Having sat Mr. Thomas down in short order, and not knowing that Ms. Addison had been listening from the hall, I had a spring in my step for the rest of the day. Friday wasn’t much to tell about, but when I sat with Lori and told her about some of the things I had done and how I felt about it and so on. Well, I think she was more embarrassed for me than I really was.

“I’m not so sure showing you how to handle the men and boys was such a great idea,” she said, as she busted up laughing yet again.

“Come on, Lori, would you let a bunch of old men and biddies like them treat you like they have me?” I said, trying not to laugh with her.

“Well, I’ll give you credit. You’re nothing like the boy I was told you were,” she said, and then laughed even harder.

When we finally got over all the laughing, she gave me that talk about flirting and how giving the men a peek was not always a good thing to do. It would sooner or later give me a bad reputation and one that I didn’t deserve as I couldn’t have sex, but would be accused of it just the same. I took what she said to heart like always and headed home, thinking that she was going to be a great friend one day. And she understood my moments of anger were not the driving force behind what I was doing.

As you may have noticed, I haven’t said much about the boys, save how they acted around me that first day. Well, it has been a month now, and my teachers are all dumbfounded as they all see the four-point zero coming in a couple of weeks, and that has never happened, at least not for Mark.

My reputation as a girl hasn’t been completely thrashed by the boys, for the most part. According to Rachel, one of my new girlfriends, they are all intimidated by my looks and maturity. Where she came up with that idea, I will never know. Still, Tommy, the one guy I feared, would make my life as a girl a living hell. He won’t get closer than arm's length, and we have been to two events together already.

It didn’t slide over my head that suddenly I felt hurt that the guys didn’t want to be around me. I could see a real girl feeling that way, but as I remind myself daily, I am not a real girl.

When Rachel started coming over to the house and spending some quality time with me, I realized she was one of the fooled ones. She was sure I was a girl and had just been going through a tomboy phase before. Nothing I said got through to her that would make her believe I was really a boy. Hey, it wasn’t like I could drop my panties when I wore them and prove it to her.

I gave her makeup lessons, you might say, and the trickle-down from that showed up in school in less than a week. She even got the brand labels off my clothes and made a list she could share with her girlfriends. I almost fell off my chair when she tried on a pair of my heels and promptly did a nose dive into the bed before she even took a step. She was a real girl now, mind you.