Sugarplum 2

Chapter 1
First Grade

Chapter Description: Vern experiences his first day of first grade as a little girl and has surprising experiences

Sugarplum 2

1st Grade

Vern sat strapped in the backseat behind Carrie who was smiling as she drove down the street to where the school bus would pick Vern up and take him to Angleton Elementary school. He looked up at the back of the driver’s seat and pouted. “This really is cruel and unusual, regardless of what you think I deserve.” he said folding his arms angrily.

Carrie’s smile wavered a little. “Victoria, when you get older and your boyfriend or wife cheats on you, you’ll want him to know what if feels like” she said matter-of-factly. “You don’t know what it’s like yet, so don’t tell me how cruelly you should be treated.”

“You really think I’ve never been cheated on? I’m 46 years old! I’ve been cheated on many times!” Vern said sternly, trying to sound as earnest and forceful as he could with a little girl’s voice.

The car pulled to a halt on the edge of the road and Carrie turned around to look at him. She wasn’t smiling anymore. In fact, she looked slightly angry. “Well then Veronica you should have known how I would feel. Now you’re going to go to school today and be a good girl. If I get a phone call from the school about how you didn’t behave yourself you will get the worst spanking you’ve ever felt.”

Vern looked down at his feet, which were encased in black Mary Jane shoes and white tights which stretched all the way up his legs, lost under the bottom of a very childlike and girly dress which hid Winnie the Pooh panties. His hair was curled cutely into tight pigtails with a ribbon at each end. He has passed in front of a mirror before they left the house and Vern felt like kicking himself when he realized that he actually did look very cute. “I said I was sorry a million times” he said quietly as his hair bounced on his shoulders.

Without turning to look at him, Carrie said to the windshield, “You only apologized because I caught you.”

“OF COURSE I ONLY APOLOGIZED BECAUSE YOU CAUGHT ME!” Vern screamed, his eyes tearing. “You think I would apologize before you caught me? That’s just stupid!” This time Carrie did turn around and look at him, but her the angry face which she wanted to use against Vern’s argument was suddenly softened. Vern was crying with a horror and sadness which topped what he felt when he had found out he was not a little girl. “And for your *sniff sniff* information,” he said as well as he could between sobs, “you cheated on me a week ago when you were being fucked by that loser Jeff!”

Carrie was happy that she could now yell at him for something, as Vern’s truly painful tears made Carrie feel sympathy for him. But now she had an excuse. “I told you to WATCH YOUR MOUTH young lady! And for YOUR information,” she shouted, “Jeff loves me! Loves me enough not to cheat on me with some random whore!”

She turned around and saw other children and their parents exiting their cars and she realized that Veronica’s bus was almost here. “Your bus is here” she said, getting out of the car, opening the backseat door, and holding Vern’s hand, practically dragging him to the bus stop.

Needless to say, Vern was reluctant to get on the bus, a pink Hello Kitty backpack on her back and the little girl’s dress bouncing back and forth as he walked. The more he walked the more he hated Carrie, for he was continuously reminded of what he lacked between his legs by the breeze which mocked him as it crept up his dress.

Carrie made sure he got on the bus and she waved him goodbye when he looked back at her sadly.

He felt very foreign walking slowly down the aisle looking for a place to sit. Rowdy boys jumped up and down in their seats to his left, and small groups of girls huddled together in seats on his right. If anything he would have preferred to sit with the boys, but before he could do anything else, a high, sweet voice called to him from his right.

“Hi!” said a girl with shiny red hair and bright blue eyes. “You can sit here if you want.” Humiliated though he was, he was thankful that someone was being nice to him. He didn’t know anyone after all.

“Ok” he said sheepishly as he sat down.

“I’m Jill,” the red-headed girl said happily, “What’s your name?”

Vern had rather hoped that not much conversation would arise between them but he reluctantly gave in to the conversation, wanting all talk and socialization to end once the bus stopped. “Ver... Veronica” he said in a small voice, embarrassed to admit it. It seemed as though the name coming from his own mouth made it official.

“That’s a pretty name,” Jill said with a friendly voice. “Who is your teacher Veronica?”

Vern shifted in his seat, making the dress ruffle a little in the back. “I... I think it’s Mrs. Rose...” he said.

Jill looked ecstatic. “Hey! Me too! We can sit next to each other in class!” she said with a wide smile. Vern’s eyes rolled slightly. Oh great..., he thought, Just what I need. But as much as he wanted to dislike Jill, he had to admit that he was happy she was being nice to him. She was pretty cute for her age and he noticed her shiny red hair was in pigtails which matched his own. It was his (second) first day of first grade and he didn’t know anyone. He figured it was ok to have someone to spend it with, and “Ok” finally escaped from his mouth.

“Hey! Our hair matches! That’s funny. I told my mommy that I didn’t want pigtails today. But now that we match we can make a club! We can be the Two-Tail Club, ?cause we both have two pigtails!”

“Yeah... ok,” Vern said with a slight wince.

The rest of the bus ride continued with Jill talking to Vern as though they knew each other for ever, and Vern was teased once by a puffy-eyed boy in the seat behind him, much to Vern’s sadness. They arrived at Angleton Elementary school a short while later and Jill walked next to Vern on the way to the classroom. She knew the way, it seemed, because he followed her lead slightly and they arrived at the correct classroom.

“Attention class!” Mrs. Rose said in a high voice. “My name is Mrs. Rose. Welcome to the first day of first grade!”. Vern looked at the teacher and his mouth hung open a little bit. His mind because clouded and he barely heard Mrs. Rose?s first-day-of-school introduction.

She was beautiful, with long red-rose hair, perfectly round breasts, a great heart-shaped behind, all encased in a red teacher’s dress. Dirty thoughts began springing in Vern’s mind of what he wanted to do to her and her body, but the lack of any action or movement between his legs under those Winnie the Pooh panties snapped him back into the cold reality that he would never be able to do those things. But then he realized Good. That kind of thinking got me into this mess.

For the first time he realized how much of a pig he had been. When he was a man. And he felt sorry.

Mrs. Rose continued her speech, giving off the aura of a woman who was completely angelic in every way and thought that first grade shouldn’t be so bad. After all, he already knew everything he would be learning. He was sitting next to Jill, just as Jill wanted, and she whispered things to him occasionally through the class, and after a while, he forgot to be bitter, and whispered things back, even laughing with genuine happiness at one point when Jill said something funny. It surprised him that he was enjoying himself with his new friend. He wanted to be an asshole, he wanted to be bitter and close out the world around him, but Jill?s kindness mixed with the generally calm and peaceful environment got to him on a subconscious level. He had to admit that it was much better than working.

Mrs. Rose made the class very enjoyable that day. The class was decorated with usual first-grade furnishings: apples lay on desks, posters on the walls with phrases about character and other things, many colorful books were scattered in bookshelves around the room’s edge.

Math time was easiest. Mrs. Rose handed out a worksheet of simple addition problems which Vern finished in under 3 minutes, much to the astonishment and surprise of the rest of the class, not to mention Mrs. Rose’s exasperated expression. “Veronica...” she said happily, “these are all correct! You didn’t cheat did you? You know cheating is bad!” she said looking at Jill to the right of Vern’s seat and a brown-haired boy to his left.

“No I didn’t cheat, Mrs. Rose,” Vern said sweetly, playing on the fact that he was a little girl, and to his own amusement, he held his hands behind his back, twisted his leg, looked down at his Mary-Jane encased feet, and spoke extra-girlishly, “I’m a good girl.” he almost laughed to himself.

“Veronica didn’t cheat,” Jill said, “me and him aren’t even finished yet!” and she pointed at the boy to Vern’s left. Vern felt happy that he had the upper-hand on the rest of the class, maybe even on Mrs. Rose too. As Mrs. Rose sat back down behind her desk she leaned into Vern and whispered, “Goody! I’m friends with the class smarty!” and she smiled widely.

They both giggled, and this time Vern didn’t mind that he did. The day wore on and they finally got onto the bus and rode it back to his bus stop. The whole way back, Jill and Vern talked to each other happily, with Jill bringing up most of the subject and Vern trying as hard as he could to seem like he knew what he was talking about.

Just before he got off the bus at his bus stop and was picked up by Carrie who was smiling wickedly. He quickly wiped the smile from his face trying to look as sad and miserable as he could, but inside he felt surprised at his happiness.

For the first time since he was turned into a little girl, he was happy. Happy that he had a friend who seemed to like him, happy that school this time around would be easy.

And even for a moment, he was actually happy at the pink, girlish situation he was in.

To be continued.

(I have a lot more ideas to come. I hope you will all enjoy. I?ll try to get them out ASAP)