Who do you think you are?

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Blam!

For the third time that day I was pushed into the wall. Sigh, here we go again.

”Who do think you are? We don’t like trannys here! We told you to dress properly or else..!” followed by two expertly placed punches in my midriff and, when I had slipped to the floor, by a couple of kicks.

I couldn’t help myself admiring the shapely bare legs that delivered the kicks. No, it wasn’t a footballer or wrestler that delivered my usual afternoon beating. Here bare legs meant a girl. All the boys wore trousers. All the girls, and I mean absolutely all the girls, wore skirts or dresses. While there was no formal dress code the group pressure was enormous. And since my fellow student and teachers had decided that I didn’t comply … The sad thing was that I really was dressing as who I am. No crossdressing. No amount of paperwork brought from Norway could persuade them otherwise.

The cheerleading captain walked away satisfied with her work.

I cursed the day my father got this really great job and signed an ironclad contract for two years. And why couldn’t this godforsaken small town in the middle of the Bible belt have had more than one high-school? I was stuck here. Norway, that’s somewhere in Europe isn’t it? And everyone knows that those Europeans are flaming ungodly socialists all of them, or at least liberals. Ha! My Aunt could tell them a thing or two about being god-fearing. Just imagine; they drink alcohol freely here! Anyway, the Principal was of the firm conviction that my doctor’s papers were either forgeries or that the doctor perjured himself. The Principal even mentioned that he might hand it over to the Sheriff.

With no support from the Principal, the teachers or for that matter the Sheriff I had decided to just tough it out and take the bullying. I could survive for two years. Wrong decision, I concluded as I was writhing on the floor. I’d had it. I gave up.

Mother tried talking me out of it. She has very strong feelings about lying about who you are but finally she conceded that given the situation it was better to go with the flow so we went to the mall in the somewhat bigger town twenty miles away. No way I was going to expose myself to my fellow students when shopping.

The next day I came to school wearing a skirt for the first time in my life. I had let my long blonde hair flow freely instead of my usual pony-tail. I really should have got it cut short a long time ago but I liked it and spent far too much time taking care of it to sacrifice it. I had decided to go all the way so a black bra covering my tiny breasts was discernable under my brand new cream silk blouse.

Everyone was nice to me. Why shouldn’t they? They had won. They had taken this heathen European and shown her the true right way. The Cheerleader captain met me with a big smile.

“Ola, how nice to see you dressed properly. You are really cute. With those legs you really should try out for cheerleading. We need a petite girl for the top of the pyramid.”

I reminded her that I was exempted from all physical activities due to a heart problem. She smiled and said “Yeah, the heart problem. Well, now that you have shown your true self you don’t need that pretext any longer”.

I was called to the Principal’s office.

“Welcome Ola! I see that you finally have decided to abandon your silly ideas about being a boy in a girl’s body”. I tried to interject but he didn’t let me say anything. He continued to tell me that since this charade had ended he had changed my schedule to allow me to have PE with the other girls. I tried to remind him about my heart condition. He waved that away and told me that I was fortunate that he decided not to denounce me and my parents for forgery and now all this was over I had no need to evade PE. My objections about my parents not being involved was answered by the Principal stating that in this school HE decided. My parents would be informed and he also needed to talk to them about other changes of my courses to ones more appropriate for a pretty little girl like me.

Leaving the Principal’s office in daze I stumbled into the (girls’) rest room carrying a bag with a girl’s gym kit that the Principal had graciously presented me. Next period apparently was my first PE. In my hand I had a paper where the Principal grudgingly conceded that forcing me to take PE was his decision against my wishes and without consulting my parents. As he had stated: “I’m not one of those wishy-washy liberals that always try to cover their asses. I know what is right and I stand by it!”

As I was taking my medication for my delayed puberty that left me looking like a cute twelve-year-old I cried. I was beaten. I couldn’t fight it any longer. “Che sarà, sarà” I reflected. I checked that I had my emergency heart pills easily available. Not that I was going to need them I thought. I would be dead before leaving the locker room when the girls saw my penis.

Note: Ola is a common name for males in Norway.

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Is this payback for the Texas Twister?

BarbieLee's picture

All us rednecks in the bible belt are "you either get with the program or we are going to fix your wagon". Sweet Cheeks! Unhuh oh yeah. Let me clue you in oh most Gifted Sainted One of the Twisted Tales. It's all lies based on perception of what a few neanderthals have done. And if you don't believe it we will beat you until you finally understand! Or as one saying goes. "The beatings will continue until moral improves."

Pick me up on your way to work tomorrow morning and we will discuss this in a more civilized manner in the back of your Rolls. I promise I will leave off my spurs and side iron and wear a dress. I'm not giving up my cowboy boots and hat though. That's asking too much.

Have fun with life, it's too short to take seriously
always,
Barb

Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl

And very nice boots they are too

Before you bring out snake whip: This is fiction and you might have noticed that I like to play around with prejudices and preconceptions.

On a more serious note I have actually met people in/from the US that have expressed views similar to these, in particular as to what "Europeans" are like. Of course I have met people from other places as well that have been equally convinced of their own infallability and that their own perceptions are beyond questionning.

As to the Texas Twister; I can't imagine how you've got that idea.

Oh, regarding the Rolls; I had to get rid of it. Will a bicycle made for two do? I wouldn't recommend a dress though.

I can be a cheap date but not 'THAT' cheap

BarbieLee's picture

Car, pickup, motorcycle, horses, gyroplane, not necessarily in that order. If horses bring lunch, canteens, wear chaps so you don't get rubbed raw. Pickup, bring fishing poles, lunch, cooler. Car, we'll drive up to Packsaddle Bridge. Motorcycle, how about Palo Duro Canyon Texas State Park for the day. Gyroplane, we will fly the cuts, check out Hay Stack Mountain. If we stay out overnight bring your own sleeping bag. We ain't sharing.

Enjoy life as it comes at you. Each day you only get one chance at it. Don't wait until tomorrow to find out you missed all the pleasures of today.
hugs hon,
always,
Barb

PS: My friend Kelli and I had the gyroplanes out today. And yeah, I scared myself silly. If weather holds we will be out again tomorrow so I can scare myself again. Insanity doesn't run in the family. I got it all to myself.

Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl

Insanity; somer are born with it, some have it thrust on them

a few achieve it all by themselves.
Actually I'd love to visit the area. I just realized that while I've seen many different natural environments features such as Palo Duro Canyon is sadly lacking in my education. This city slicker will go easy on the horses though.

You realize that you're...

insulting Neaderthals when you start comparing them to the knuckle-dragging unibrows that go around beating up on the LGBTQ community.

And you never, ever give up the hat or the boots. :-)

Neanderthals

, according to recent research, were much more sophisticated than what has been thought. On the other hand the accusation is not without merit; depending of where we are from a small percentage of our DNA appears to come from Neanderthals.

Yes, But...

The violent streak in modern humans is entirely from the Cro-Magnon side. Think about it. How do you think they supplanted/overran the Neanderthals so rapidly?

This was rather dark for Bru

Daphne Xu's picture

This was rather dark for Bru -- and no twist ending, either. Probably all too true, as well. I think that one of the great fears and embarrassments is of one's parents finding out about this. I guess it's that only under certain circumstances, such as the willingness or eagerness of parents to punish. However, Mother already knows enough of the problem -- to go with him to get the dresses he (supposedly) needs.

I think that this story could have used more SDT -- "Show, don't tell." I imagine that showing the dialogue might result in the story going in a rather different direction. For example, the way he was beaten up plus the way students, teachers, and Principal all closed ranks behind the thugs, might lead to complaints to the police. Or Mother could dare the Principal to go to the Sheriff with his accusations -- followed by legal action, possibly in Federal Court if the local state courts are corrupted.

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

My Mind Has Changed.

Daphne Xu's picture

No twist ending? Upon rereading this, I realized it had a twist middle, followed by a counter-twist ending. It's still one of Bru's darker stories.

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

Yes, it's rather dark. However those are a minority

I consider about 6-7% of my stories here are as dark. Enough to break up the monotony of happy cheerful stories but not enough to make my contribution as a whole too depressing.

In my opion at least ;)
Bru

Happy Medium

Daphne Xu's picture

That's a nice happy medium, I'd say. :-)

I have a considerably larger dark content, even if I try to avoid fully downer endings. (Bittersweet often, I admit.)

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

Dark?

No. Insulting? Yes. Prejudicial? Definitely yes.


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

Not that common ( any longer )

The name Ola - short of Olav was popular 150 years ago , try this url "https://www.ssb.no/a/navn/guttermange/ola.gif" Currently there are 9314 Norwegian men bearing the name, 27 women, the total represent in the order of 0.3%

Assuming gender-specific names in one language can give surprises. Andrea from Italy is a man , and so on.

Stor Klem / Big Hug

this one deserves a follow up

where he sues the Principal for putting his life in danger by ignoring his medical condition.

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I could se that coming

Marianne 1965's picture

I think I have read all your marvelous short stories here on BigCloset. And most of the times I have been totally unprepared for the twist in the end even though I knew it would be there. This time however, I could se the intrigue heading in a certain direction nearly from the beginning. Keep up your good work turning our minds around and inside out.

Marianne 1965

Is this ongoing?

Is this an ongoing thing or is it just a one off? I have no idea by the way you ended this

I have this bad habit

of sometimes leaving story endings less than explicit or neatly tied up. My experience with doing multi-part stories, serials or neverending stories is not very good so I leave that to those better at it. The story is flagged as "solo".

Not So Fast

Daphne Xu's picture

You did three stories with several (say, three) parts each. They turned out okay. In fact, you have a better track record of doing sequels than me. Let's see, how many sequels have I finished, not counting side stories? I don't think that I've finished any here or on FM. A long time ago, I did manage to finish one sequel on ASS*. (It's on my ASSTR page still.)

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

Not many and I enjoyed those less than other stories

Actually we are talking about two three-part stories and one two-part. To be honest I mostly enjoyed those less than the standalone stories. This is primarily what I meant refering to less good experience. I'd go crazy if I commited myself to publishing a new installment of a long continuous story every week. I have the deepest respect for those who can.

One Three-Parter

Daphne Xu's picture

... ended with the male of twins going topless for a particular reason. (IIRC, the title had "Pink" in it.)

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

Well, there is a possible silver lining

Assuming Ola survives the day (which despite his despair he is likely to) the paper he was smart enough to get the Principal to sign would most likely mean that the school will expericence a change in management in the near future.

Scary

This story makes me so glad I was born in Europe (and my dad didn't get a job in bible belt America). I have PAIS and as such actually was bullied for being "that girl who pretends to be a boy", well I say bullied compared to the horrors of what happens in the US (and this story) it was more like teasing. It was still bullying to me though. This story reminds me how dang lucky I am to be born in one of those "socialist" countries. Yet it also scares me since one small difference in my life and this could easily have been me. (I've seen enough stories who made the news that were comparable in stupidity as to what this principle did, so it's realistic but rare.)

:-)

Beoca's picture

Yet again, the idiots have been hilariously outmaneuvered. I feel like this get's spoiled if you're Norwegian, but any variation of it (an Italian named Andrea, for example) is going to be ruined for someone. But I didn't see it coming.

These people are teachers?

Jamie Lee's picture

How did an ignorant moron like that principle ever get into the education system? Or that thing called a girl, who kicked the tar out of Ola?

When he came home from school and his parents found out what happened, there should have been black marks where they laid rubber getting to that so called school.

They have a good cause for a lawsuit against that so called school for how they're forcing this kid to dress. Plus discounting his medical records about his heart condition.

But he does have a point, they are going to go ape crazy when he undresses in the girls dressing room. But those morons brought it on themselves.

Others have feelings too.