Easy A

WARNING this story contains somewhat forced femminization if that isn't your thing please leave immediately, and even more importantly it's terribly written with no sense of understanding for the English language and it's also badly edited and it's being upload when I'm really tired with a huge hangover and no longer care about all the previously mentioned things you have been Warned for everyone else though please enjoy this silly little story I thought of

I am about to die. A dramatic intro into a story for sure, but it was the truth. But how Matt, how can someone as smart and young as you, possibly die, I hear you ask. Well I can tell you that it wont be through a car crash or a blimp accident, or even through a terrible sickness or injury. I'm afraid what I'm going to die from is far worse than that, for you see I'm going to die from the most excruciating humiliation I will ever suffer. Just thinking about what is about to happen is turning my face redder than a tomato, but like every story that's designed to buy time perhaps we should start from the beginning.

My name is Matt, just in case you didn't figure that out form the overly dramatic intro. I'm 16 years old and currently in 10th grade at my local highschool. Until today that was a great time for me, at the start of the school year we even got to pick our own classes that we wanted to go for, so I could drop the cruddy ones like math and science and revel in the laid back and easy ones like art and sports. By dropping a lot of hard classes I even got quite a few free lessons every week where I could sit back and play games and stuff on my phone. Obviously this wouldn't look good on my resume in my future but my lazy teenage riddled brain only noticed how much awesome free time I would have and didn't see my inability to now become a rocket scientist or something.

I of course loved all my free time even if my parents didn't exactly agree with my choices, but as long as I excelled and got A's then they didn't really mind as long as I was prepared to deal with the consequences, they have always been firm believers of letting me and my two older sisters making our own mistakes and dealing with our own consequences after all. Something that I was dealing with now much to my regret. Mum and Dad would even reward us if we did really well and got straight A's, last time my sisters got straight A's Dad brought them both a car, which was something I definitely wanted as well. However my brilliant plan sadly had one terrible hitch to it which was, that if I didn't take up one extra class, then I was going to be held back a year, according to the principle anyway. My school sadly had a rule that prevented my perfectly thought of plan, by making sure you do at least one hard class where you have to use your brain. 

I was not deterred though so looking back through my options of Maths and Science or even Language or Geometry I instead saw another option that I thought was potentially my ticket back to easy street, and that was Home Economics or Home Ec for short. I mean all I would have to do is learn how to cook and stuff right? I mean wouldn't that be a useful skill to learn? Besides the class was literally packed with girls, which as far as I could tell, only provided my teenage obsessed mind with plenty of positive opportunities, I mean how bad could it be?

Very bad was the answer just in case you were wondering, I mean sure there was plenty of girls alright, but I did hope for at least one or two other boys that thought a bit like me. This was not the case though, something that I immediately noticed upon my introduction to the class, not only were there no boys in the class, but there hadn't been any boys in the class for nearly 15 years now. My slightly red cheeks must of been visible as Mrs Williams jokingly introduced me to the giggling girls.

"I know I know this sudden" said Mrs Williams with a big smile on her face as I stood in front of the classroom turning redder than a tomato, while 25 giggling girls stared at me intently " but Mr Matthew here wanted to learn how to cook and sew for his future husband so badly I just had to let him into the class" she continues while the girls go from giggling to very loud laughter and I go from blushing to wanting to jump into a bottomless pit and never be seen again.

The girls and Mrs William included, eventually stopped laughing enough to let me take a seat and let the first of many highly embarrassing classes out of the way. For the sake of time and getting to the point of this story I'll save you the highly embarrassing details of my lessons, but needless to say since there were no boys in class for many years the Home Ec curriculum had been fully converted exclusively for girls. My favorite being the lovely frilly apron everyone had to wear when we all learned how to cook. Oh how the girls loved to gather around and watch me put it on as I tied the big girly bow at the back, or how they ooooed and awwwwed when I had to offer each girl one of my pink frosted cupcakes I had to make for a mid year test. I can assure you that there is nothing more humiliating for a teenage boy then offering a bunch of giggling girls a pink frosted cupcake while wearing a ridiculously frilly apron, It is doubly embarrassing though when Mrs Williams playfully mentions how good a job I did on my pink frosted cupcakes in full ear shot of my homeroom class.

After that humiliating day I seriously considered giving up Home Ec, especially when the girls and guys in my homeroom came up with my new horrifically humiliating nickname of cupcake. Sadly though much to my regret I decided to continue with it thinking that surely it couldn't get any worse and besides, despite all of my groaning I was getting an A+ pretty consistently on most of my Home Ec lessons, which meant I was still on the road to east street and plenty of free time and most importantly a new car seeing as I was getting A's in all my other classes as well, besides it made Mum and Dad pretty happy, My Mum more so especially when my sisters told her of my hated new nickname. Mum still to this day asks how her precious little cupcake is, every single morning, and I still to this day ask her to knock it off. I swear if Mrs Williams and Mum combined into one being that person would have the most playful personality in the world.

Anyway thanks to my decision not to give up Home Ec, I was now forced to endure a scenario that even now has me looking up "how to invent time travel in 3 minutes or less" on my phone. Sadly it wasn't looking good, but again that's getting ahead of myself. The problem with the second half of the year was that now the educational focus shifted to sewing. Now this might surprise you but despite being a 16 year old boy who until the beginning of this year had never done anything feminine in his life, I have never sewn anything. This was an unfortunate point that I rather stupidly pointed out to Mrs Williams.

"Don't worry my little dear" she said grinning a very mischievous grin "I'm sure a few of the girls would love to teach you how to sew" she continued in a louder than necessary voice, instantly drawing the giggles and attention of every girl in the room. "Well girls" Mrs Williams continued now properly drawing the attention of all of the girls "Do any of you lovely ladies want to teach our sweet little cupcake here how to sew"

I didn't need to turn around to know that every single girl had their hand raised, but based on my current nightmare I already knew who Mrs Williams was going to pick and sure enough in no time at all I was sitting next to Ashley Katie and Sally. In case it wasn't obvious from the sound of dread in my voice, these three girls liked to torment and tease me endlessly whenever they got the chance. I wouldn't say they were mean about it though, well not intentionally at least, more like they just wanted to have fun, a lot like Mrs Williams and Mum. But my most favorite time with them came when the whole class had to make a pretty dress for the porcelain doll each of us was given (That was sarcasm just in case you couldn't tell) Of course mysteriously by the time I got to choose the material for my doll, only the color pink remained, much to the giggling of the girls in class, this became far worse though when I finally got to choose a design for the dress and of course mysteriously the only design left was what looked to be some sort of pink cotton candy monstrosity, again to the delight of the giggling girls.

"Oh how adorable" said Ashley with a slight giggle as I sat back down at my seat, my face still turning twenty shades of crimson as I showed the design to the trio of giggling girls.

"How pretty you certainly like the girly girl stuff don't you cupcake" said Sally with smile that got bigger and bigger based on my ever increasing red cheeks.

"I bet cupcake wears this kind of thing all the time at home, don't you cupcake" said Katie just about making my head pop from embarrassment

Mercifully the girls eventually stopped their torment though and after an even greater amount of humiliation and pain (after pricking myself with that damn needle for like a thousand times) I was now the owner of one horrifically frilly pink doll, complete with frilly white socks and shiny black shoes, it even had little girly ringlets and topped off with a big pink bow. I may of even felt a small sense of self accomplishment in learning a new skill but that was quickly overlooked when Mrs Williams announced that part of our end of year grade would count to how well we all looked after our dolls and we would be marked down for any damage to the doll or outfit and we would also be marked down for every Home Ec lesson we forgot to bring our dolls too. 

This of course meant that I would have to take the doll with me.......outside..........for everyone to see. This might not of been a problem for the other girls in class but for me it was mortifying, I only had a messenger style bag after all, It could hold some text books I needed for some other classes but it certainly wasn't big enough for a doll especially the pink powder puff one I had. I mean sure I could probably cram it in there, but it definitely would get damaged and then I could kiss my A+ goodbye. This left only one terrible course of action I could take, I would have to........to............carry it.

I'll save you the description of how red my face was when I stepped outside the classroom or how red my face was when I had to explain to the guys during PE why I had to carry around a frilly pink doll or even how red my face was when I got home still clutching the frilly pink monstrosity to the giggling delight of my sisters and Mum. By that point I was pretty sure my face could melt a volcano, several times over it was so red.

At least the next day wasn't too bad as to my Mum's eternal credit she gave me one of my sisters old love heart shaped bad clips, so I could at least attach the damn doll to the side of my bag. This was still embarrassing to be sure, but at least I didn't have to personally cradle the thing. My very incredibly small lift in positivity was immediately crushed when I got to school though when I learned that my Doll got her very own nickname called sprinkles, so now to this day we are still called Cupcake and Sprinkles by almost the entirety of the school. How creative I thought to myself incredibly sarcastically all I would need now it another Doll called Cherry, then we could be called Cupcake and Sprinkles with a Cherry on top, but instead I decided to shut up before that actually happened.

By this point I was pretty sure it was impossible that I could be anymore humiliated I dare say that I could of stripped naked and run down the high street and not be embarrassed at all, but sadly that day in Home Ec class my one way ticket to nightmare town had come up and the train was now boarding, or to put it another way Mrs Williams announced that the class would be breaking into groups of four so that each group could design and model an outfit that will be marked for our end of year grade. Needless to say Ashley Katie and Sally wasted no time in convincing Mrs Williams to put me into their group much to the disappointment of the rest of the girls in my class who wanted the same thing. to be honest I didn't even really care I was too busy looking for a black hole to jump in, because by the trio's devious grins it was pretty apparent to me who would be the model for our group's future outfit.

So there I was two weeks later on a what would of been a lovely Sunday morning, I was hesitantly walking down the stairs trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible, eventually though even my slow speed made it to the front door where I let in Ashley Katie and Sally who had been buzzing for what seemed like an eternity now. They of course (by their words) thanked their precious little cupcake for letting them come over while they finished the final adjustments of my no doubt imminent humiliating attire. I of course still protested endlessly about not wanting to be the model, but the girls simply outnumbered me three to one, leaving me resigned to my fate. Mum or Dad wasn't much help either, saying that I'm the one that wanted to do Home Ec and now I had to live with the consequences. 

Soon the girls had infested my room and couldn't help but giggle at Sprinkles sitting pretty on my bed, still as ridiculously frilly as when I first made her, this of course made my cheeks instantly red and after seeing all the bags the girls were bringing up it only got worse.


"Surely this can't all be for me" I said with my eyes the size of dinner plates when I spied the 8th full sized luggage bag to enter my room.

"Of course it is Cupcake" said Katie reveling in my expression "We need at least this much if we want to make our little cupcake all pretty like" she continued while annoyingly patting me on the head as I continued to look on wide eyed from my bed. 

To say I had butterflies about this whole situation would be a very gigantic understatement, my stomach felt so weightless that for a second I wondered if I could just float away, that would certainly be more preferable. Sadly not having taken up Maths this year I didn't know how many butterflies I would need to lift me up so I very sadly remained grounded.

For the past two weeks I had been trying to find out what the girls had planned to dress me in, but they always said it was a surprise, in between their cascade of giggles of course. My future outfit became even more mysterious though when the first item the girls told me to put on was a blindfold. This was actually preferable in my opinion If I never had to see the outfit then maybe I could do this without imploding from embarrassment, this feeling was short lived though when I felt a ridiculously frilly garment shoved into on of my hands before being pushed into my adjoining bathroom.

"Okay Cupcake time to strip, and don't come out until you put on your pretty new underwear" said Ashley emphasizing the word Pretty.

I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and so with as much coordination as a blindfolded person can. I got undressed and very very very reluctantly slid the mysterious frilly feminine garment up my legs until little Matt and his friends were hidden behind the presumably frilly concoction of girlishness.

My already burning cheeks got even redder though when I left the safety of my bathroom to the giggle fest that was now my bedroom, I'll spare you the humiliating comments the girls made but just o give you a small idea, the comment that made me blush the least was "Doesn't Cupcake look so pretty in her frilly little panties" I decided then and there that If I ever built a house it would have an emergency bottomless hole in case of humiliating scenario's. As it stood though I just had endure the giggling barrage that I was receiving.

After the girls had their fill they finally got to the rest of my girly girl attire. One of the girls then clipped something into place just above my frilly underwear, kind of like a belt but I could also feel the ruffles on it, I didn't know what this was until I felt some dangely things brushing against my exposed upper legs, I now knew these to be suspenders, which I only knew of because Sprinkles has some that holds up her girly frilly stockings and of course thanks to this knowledge I knew exactly what was sliding up my legs mere moments later before being clicked into place by my frilly suspenders. The frilly little things were so soft and delicate and instantly turned my legs to jelly, somehow robbing me of any manly strength I might of had left. The girls of course love my suspenders they are even kind enough to constantly pull them back and snap them against my legs for me, you know just in case I forgot they were there, because that's not annoying at all  (That's was more sarcasm just in case you're not keeping up) 

It hardly took a rocket scientist to figure out the next article of my clothing, especially when the girls told me to lift my arms up and I felt what could only be described as a fluffy powder puff cloud descend over me before my head and arms were pulled twisted and squeezed through the all too small openings provided for them. It was then that I realized the girls were putting a big fluffy petticoat on me, that felt a lot like the style that I was forced to make for sprinkles. I was now starting to worry that my current attire was starting to become all too similar to the previously mentioned doll, but that image was obliterated when I felt a second puffball descend over my head and my arms and head were again squeezed through the next set of ultra tight openings and I started to realize that I was going to need help if I wanted to take it off, a fact that most definitely did not sit well with me.

"OMG you look so adorable" said Katie as I could feel one of the girls fluff out my petticoats "you're going to be such a little cutie pie"

"Katie shushhhhhhh, you're going to make Sprinkles jealous" said Sally in a giggling mess while the other girls soon followed suit.

"Well she's just going to have to be jealous then said Katie giggling "because there is a new frilly dolly in town" she continued presumably being the one that was patting my head.

If there was a deeper form of humiliation for a person to experience, then I did not know it, because by this point it was only my thought of an easy A that kept me going otherwise I would of run out the house a long time ago, nude if I had too. However I was heavily invested by this point and I just had to hope the girls would be mercifully quick with the rest of my outfit. Spoiler they were not.

The next part of my presumably pink monstrosity of an outfit obviously came in the form of the dress which I was actually thankful for seeing as I at first thought it was yet another fluffy cloud descending over me, seeing as I could definitely feel more white fluff fall into place although not quite as thick and then the material felt different on top of the dress, it felt exactly the same as whatever sprinkles dress was made out of and it wouldn't surprise me in the least if it was the same color too. It didn't take long for the laughter of the girls to kick in again and based on all the bows and ribbons my wandering hands would brush across, they had every right to laugh, I must of looked like a right fluffy fool. After the girls giggled some more (seriously, just how much laughter can one person produce) they pushed me face down onto my bed and proceeded to take what seemed to be en eternity with the back of my dress. I didn't even know what they were doing back there but as every minute passed I could feel the dress get tighter and tighter, starting from the small of my back until it reached what felt like the frilly top of my dress enclosed around my neck acting as some sort of collar. The dress certainly felt much tighter now and from the two not so subtle tugs I gave it, I could instantly tell that this dress wasn't coming off unless the girls undid whatever they had done to it.

I was eventually allowed to stand again and one of the girls started leading me across the room, where it became obvious to me about another problem with my outfit, and that was the very loud rustling noise it sent out with every step I took. It was deafening to me at least as my frills swished and swayed with every step I took until I was plopped down on what I guessed was my desk chair. The girls then wasted no time assaulting my apparently longer than I thought hair, with what felt like 10 million different brushes and tools until I felt all these little segments of hair all over my head, if they were done here I would of been over the moon but instead I could feel them start to take the segments of my hair and they began to weave them into something else, something that became heavier and heavier on my head as time passed by, it wasn't until my new heavy fringe annoyingly flicked the top of my eyes or what felt like prissy little girly girl curls fell passed my shoulders, did I realize that my previously short boy haircut may of been altered ever so slightly and by slightly I mean massively. I know that Sprinkles had a similar hair style but just as I thought that the girls were trying to make Sprinkles and me twins, the girls instead gathered up both sides of my curly hair and proceeded to tie them up into what I knew to be pigtails, big floppy girly girl prissy pigtails, just the thought of what they looked like on me was enough to turn my cheeks an even deeper shade of red if that was even possible.

The girls could barely contain their glee and they definitely couldn't contain their laughter as they once again erupted before me (I seriously thought they were going to die from laughter at one point) The girls eventually regained some form of composure and finally moved on to my next segment of torture. This was the easiest by far to tell especially when the first of many brushes and powders started hitting my face. One of the girls even puckered my lips and gave them a healthy coating of what felt like lipstick. The girls even kindly removed my blindfold under the severe threat of instant death for peeking of course, not that it mattered i didn't exactly want to see myself in this feminized state, so my eyes remained tightly closed as they too were bombarded with brushes and powders, I even felt something sticky go on the top of them much to the girls giggling glee.

While this was going on I could feel one of the girls moving onto my stocking covered feet, where she proceeded to slide something that felt a lot like shoes onto my feet, I couldn't tell what kind of shoes they were of course but if they were even half as humiliating as Sprinkles, then I know, my humiliation factor was increased by quite a bit, this fact was only reinforced, when I felt the shoes being tightly buckled into place.

After the girls had another helping of giggles and made their highly embarrassing comments they dragged me back up from the chair and led my swishing mess of frills back to the center of the room. It was at this point that I noticed my new shoes had a heel on them making it very hard for me to walk and the second thing, was how my new girly girl curls would bounce up and down with every step that I took. The whole outfit was now practically making itself known to me, as the suspenders would playfully tug on my stocking, not wanting to be outdone by the fluffy clouds swishing about under my prissy girly girl dress. The girls were far from done though and as they now proclaimed, it was accessory time.

The first accessory though came in the form of what felt like headphones being inserted into my ears, the loud blaring girl pop music that followed only confirmed this, as it effectively deafened me, while the girls then began their work adding accessories to my already humiliating attire. Having now two of my senses taken away certainly was frustrating as I could feel the girls tug and pull at my outfit, I also felt something like gloves slid over my hands before something was tied tightly around the small of my wrists, no doubt keeping the gloves firmly in place. 

It felt like years had passed by the time the girls were done as they continued to primp and fluff out my dress at every opportunity, for that whole time I could feel them tie and sew all kinds of things to my outfit, but at last the girls finally took the headphones out of my ears and told their precious little cupcake that he could open his eyes.

This was of course the moment that I was dreading the most, it was one thing wearing my powder puff ensemble it was an entirely different thing to see my self in it, at first I just stood there frozen, but I eventually decided just to get it over with and I hesitantly started to blink one eye open as it once again became used to the light around me. Eventually my eye started to focus and it immediately found it's way to the full length mirror in front of me. What looked back at me though was surely some form of creature right out of Hell. A sissy hell that is, full of rainbows and dresses and tea parties.

Starting from the bottom up my feet were tightly encased in some shiny pink Maryjane style shoes, just like Sprinkles had, only mine had an additional big prissy bow on each of them along with what looked to be two little jingly bells as it's center, all of this was also accompanied by the 3 inch heel that I was definitely unaccustomed too. I was actually grateful to the girly girl shoes though, because at least they covered up a little bit of my frilly prissy stockings. Whereas Sprinkle only had to contend with the pure white variety, I had to contend with the horror of the little pink frosted cupcakes motifs running all over mine, until they reached the top of the ruffled lace and another girly bow on each of them with yet another couple of jingly bells as the center. If the outfit had ended there then it would still be insanely humiliating, but this party was just getting started.

From the girly bows of my stocking tops was the humiliating frilly suspender straps, that ran up my legs until they passed my still visible powder puff panties and became engulfed into the simply absurd amount of fluff that was my petticoats, that pretty much covered all of my torso area falling just short of even pretending to cover my girly girl panties, that were decorated in more ruffles and bows and of course had the customary line of jingle bells sewn into the waistband of them. It was at this point I must of discovered another 20 million shades of red as my cheeks bounced through the multitudes of different options.

The dress though was truly the icing on my frilly frou frou fluff of a cake. The dress was a smorgasbord of feminine frills and ruffles and the amount of bows ranged from ridiculous to simply staggering, but of course that's before you even factored in the big prissy bow on the front of the dress or the simply giant bow tied off behind my back, the ribbons of which were touching the ground for crying out loud, and of course the giant prissy puffball sleeves didn't exactly restore any of my manliness, nor did the two big girly bows that adorned them either. The way the dress ran up all the way to my frilly neck meant that there was no way to pull it off especially once I realized that there was no zipper or buttons, the girls had just simply sewn me into the girly prison with no way for me to escape on my own. All of this girlishness was of course accompanied by what had to be every single jingly little bell in the entire world, from the ones sewn into the hem of the dress to the ones that were the center piece of all my frilly bows. Sprinkles was practically wearing a t-shirt and shorts compared to my abomination, at best Sprinkles might of been doing a sub par cosplay of me.

Where as once again Sprinkles had her own bouncy ringlet covered hair, the masterpiece that sat upon my head was just simply a whole different level. From the two giant floppy bows that kept the spiral monstrosity in it's pigtail encased tomb, to the fluffy sissy fringe, that just seemed to add yet more prissy sissy looks to my already mortifying outfit, the girls of course couldn't resist tying the few bells that were left on this Earth into the bows in my hair, making sure I would make an ever so adorable jingly sound whenever I moved (Yes I know Sarcasm alert) 

But my humiliating appearance was far from done as just after the prissy fringe of my hair came my heavily made up Dolly look alike eyes complete with a liberal amount of powder blue eye shadow and quite simply the biggest girly girl lashes I had ever seen. I swear that every time I blinked ,there would soon be a gust of wind that followed, such was the sheer ridiculousness of them. The giant rosy red circles of my cheeks or my new big candy pink lips weren't exactly helping the situation either. No matter which way I looked at it, I only saw a hyper feminized version of Sprinkles starring back at me, complete of course with the frilly white gloves that encased my hands and the matching bows and bells that went along with them. I literally couldn't move an inch of my body without becoming a jingly mess, there was just so many goddamn bells.

Just trying to take all of the dress in had left me a shaking mess as I barely had the strength in my arms to explore all of my outfit, it was if the outfit itself was a prissy vampire draining me of any male strength I might of mustered. I just felt so dainty and weak and just so damn embarrassed. The girls though were the exact opposite of that, seemingly having all the strength in the world to roll about laughing and throwing their humiliating taunts at me. I was now literally hoping that the ground would open up and swallow me whole, surely that was more preferable than this. 

My humiliation was only just starting to get underway though as the girls finally got up and started dragging me out into the hallway so that they could show my Mum and my sisters their frilly little cupcake all dolled up. The fact that the girls had forced me to hold Sprinkles as well pretty much guaranteed that my face would now stay red for the rest of my life.

So there I was, standing before my Mum and two sisters looking like a pink, frilly, girly girl, frou frou, cupcake, still forever turning a deeper shade of red as my Mum and two sisters had a grand old time flicking up my pretty petties while giggling uncontrollably. It was officially the most humiliating day of my life, especially when Mum insisted that they get a picture of their pretty little princess.

It took a very long time for everyone to finish with their fun and by then my face was so incredibly red that I could of melted the sun with ease. My favorite part though was when Dad walked in and commented how cute his little princess had become, before lifting me up until I was sitting on his knee clutching my pretty pink dolly in my arms, while Dad had his arm wrapped around me the resulting photo that was taken is definitely on my "I really need to find and destroy this list"

If only my humiliation could end there though but sadly it will no doubt fail in comparison to the nightmare to come, for you see we have now reached the original opening of this story, where I am about to die. It is a day later now, the girls had long since left to go home the day before, but not before telling me how important it was not to ruin my pretty outfit, or else I could kiss my A goodbye, and after having come this far, that definitely wasn't going to happen. My more alarming concern came in me wanting to take the outfit off, but the girls just giggled at me, while saying that it was quite impossible to remove my pretty dress without destroying it, and that I would just have to wear it to school tomorrow where Miss Williams was set to grade it. Needless to say this did not set well with me, just the thought of even my Mum seeing me in this outfit again sent chills down my spine much less the people at school, or even the people I passed on the way to school, I normally had to walk 10 blocks until I reached the center of town, where my school is. It was bad enough just having my doll with me, but now I would be the doll.

To make a long story short, I did not have a comfortable sleep that night, when I awoke my body was visibly shaking which of course made the jingly bells of my outfit play their little song. As the time drew closer and closer to when I had to leave, I became more and more freaked out, so much so that I even started to pull at my dress in the vain hope that perhaps I could remove it almost by magic. I even pulled at my springy ringlet covered pigtails, but with my own hair woven into them, it was quite impossible to remove, without literally tearing my hair out.

Mum of course was the worst of all, still gushing and fawning all over me, commenting on how adorable I looked, while I begged her to please drive me into school today. Mum of course would have none of that and promptly reminded me, that it was my decision to do Home Ec and no one else's. I of course knew she was right and I had suffered so much to not get that A now, but that was a small comfort to my trembling body as Mum pushed my literal frilly behind out the door into the warm glow of the morning sun. My heart was now pounding so fast that it could probably go supersonic if it wanted. I just stood outside the door for the longest time as my dress and ringlets swayed and swished about in the slight morning breeze, my arms were trembling as I clutched Sprinkles tightly into my frilly embrace, until I finally built up enough courage to take my first high heeled step along the houses stony path to the street. Every step I took clicked loudly as my heel touched the pavement, but was almost instantly drowned out by the chorus of bells jingling away as my petties and ringlets bounced up and down with every step I took.

My face had once again turned beet red in the matter of seconds especially once I made it to the busy street and almost immediately my ears were assaulted by the playful honking of a passing car, followed by the loud giggling of the female occupants. It was at this point that I realized I was going to die, not by an act of heroics or by sleeping peacefully on my head or even by 73 elephants dropping out of the sky onto my head, no what I was going to die from was good old fashioned humiliation and from this point I swore that I would never go for an easy A again.

To be Continued?