Royal Frills

This is your future

It seems as if we drove for eternity and the new school was in the middle of nowhere. I did not say anything to my parents all the way. It was my form of protest for sending me to a boarding school. I could not understand that a school would treat boys like girls. If God wanted me to wear a dress, he would have made me a girl. I think the worst was that I would be away from home. I never tried being away from my family. I had this feeling that my family no longer wanted me and I was being hidden in some school. They would no longer have to deal with me.

The school was in the middle of nowhere. It was not huge. It was an old manor house. My first impression was that it looked like a dollhouse. I kept very close to my parents as we entered the school. An old lady and a young lady met us. I was too busy to look around as they greeted us. The place reminded me of an old Victorian dollhouse that Julia has. Everything looked so old and so delicate. There was nothing masculine to be seen at all. It smelled of polish and flowers. Why did my parents want me to be here?

I was taken to my bedroom. The old lady said that this was a temporary room for the first month. Not only was the room very small, it was also very girly. The walls were white with Disney princess posters. The bed was a canopy bed that was pink and white. The floor was wooden with a white fluffy carpet. There was a small desk with horse magazines and colouring books. The old lady told us her name was Madam Cripen. She wore an old-fashioned dress with a huge broche. She explained that the first month was so that I get to know the school and they get to know me. After the first month, they start with the program.

I felt as if I was trembling. She told my parents that they should say goodbye to me. It's no use to drag things out. I started crying and begging my parents not to leave me here. I promised that I would be good and never cause trouble again. I could see tears in my mother's eyes as she told me that this was the best thing for me and that she loved me. Then they hugged me and said their goodbyes. I just sat on the bed and started crying. As my parents walked away, I could hear my dad comment that he had never seen me cry before. This made me feel worse. My Dad thought I was a wimp.

I was alone in the bedroom. I started looking at the horse magazines. I must admit that horses are nice animals. I liked the pictures of the ponies the best. There was a magazine as well with photos of little kittens. They were so cute. A small smile came on my face. A day ago, I would never have looked at cute kittens. Madam Criben came into my room. When I asked if could I unpack my suitcases, she told me I would not need my old things,

"You are leaving your old life behind you" she said, "You will no longer be a rude and spoiled boy. You will be a prince that the whole country can be proud of. Now I will leave you and my assitant will come back to speak with you. While I am gone, I want you to change your clothes. I want everything changed, including your underwear and socks. You will find your new clothes in the wardrobe. You many not like them, but get used to them. This is your future."

When Madam Criben went, I opened the wardrobe. I started crying again. They were all girl clothes. There were dresses, girl tops, girl shorts, panties, sports bras, tights and Mary Jane shoes and sandals. They were all pastel colours. This seemed like a bad dream. I could not run away, as I was in the middle of nowhere, and I was afraid of Madam Criben. She looked so mean. I doubt that she ever smiled. I put on some Barbie panties, leggings and a white long-sleeve top with a pink crown on it. I found some white socks and put on purple sandals. When I looked in the mirror, more tears came. Madam Criben told me that this was my future. What could get worse?

The young assistant came in. She told me that her name was Miss Eva. She looked at my boy's clothes that were on the bed and put them in a plastic bag. She was surprised that I even changed the underwear, as most new boys do not do that when they start. Then she said that we had to talk. I sighed as I never had so many "talks" in one day.