Date: Wed, 18 May 2011 14:06:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wards Shoes -Lesson 9 - Pt 1

Ward's Shoes
By Dick Love
apussyboy4u@yahoo.com


Tags: Gay: Authoritarian, High School


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Ward's Shoes -- Lesson 9 -- Part One


Ward's Introduction

So, what do you think fellas?  Did you think Wardy would move this quick?
I'm only here since Friday, and already I got Jimmy sucking my dick, eating
my asshole, kissing my feet, and drinking my fucking piss. I got him going
around in tighty whities and putting on an apron and becoming mommy's
little helper. He knows he's a faggot, a cocksucker, a baby, a little girl,
a sissy, and my fucking slave. And, now Jimmy has been completely shaved
except for his eyebrows and his long hair, which will look more and more
like a real girl's head of hair as it grows out. Eventually, I may even
shave off those boyish eyebrows and make Jimmy use eyebrow pencil, maybe
mascara and lipstick too, but there is plenty of time for all that. Jimmy
is gonna be my bitch for a real long time, so I can have a lot of fun with
the little wuss without rushing to do it all at once.

Jimmy is really behaving himself lately, like a good little baby and a
goody-goody girl, But, I can't allow the bitch to be too good for too long
or Mom and Dad may get the idea that Jimmy has learned his lesson and
doesn't need all the `special attention' he's been getting. Yeah, I love
getting the respect and obedience that a Master has a right to expect from
his slave, but Jimmy is really due to have a great big tantrum and make a
nice scene, so Mom and Dad will be even more sure that Wardy knows best
when it comes to correcting their little boy's behavior.

This Sunday was a blast for me, as you will find out from Jimmy when he
tells you all about it. I had a private meeting with Dad in his study while
Jimmy was helping Mom get breakfast ready. I decided that these meetings
were needed to keep Dad on the same page with my plans to control Jimmy,
and for me to find out things from Dad that would help me make new plans.

When I heard from Dad that Mrs. Henderson had been invited to come over for
lunch after we got home from church that got Wardy's wheels spinning and I
came up with some cool ideas for getting Mrs. Henderson more involved in
Jimmy's training, and Wardy's entertainment. I knew I could really have
some fun from the neighbor's unexpected visit, at Jimmy's expense, of
course.

I also asked Dad more about the Church we were going to, and he told me
about the parochial elementary school that was attached to the church, and
how Jimmy had gone there before going to public school starting with fifth
grade. He said that they also have some rooms for Sunday School in the same
building. Dad got to know the head nun at the school, Sister Mary Joseph
quite well. She had warned Dad that despite Jimmy being so smart and good
with his school work and appearing to be well behaved, she expected him to
turn into a real problem once he got to public school because she could see
how he thought he was so much better than the other kids, and got the
feeling that he really thought he was smarter than his teachers too. She
got many reports about Jimmy attempting to correct the nuns who taught
him. The only reason they let his remarks go was that he usually backed off
if he saw one of the nuns getting angry, and every one knew Jimmy's Dad
made some very sizeable contributions to the school beyond just the
tuition, and Jimmy's grandfather had actually made the biggest contribution
years ago when the school was going to be built.  I suggested to Dad that
Sister Mary Joseph might be eager to help with getting Jimmy back on the
right track, and put some other ideas in Dad's head too.

I just love these little chats with Dad and how they help me get Ward under
my thumb and keep him there. I've turned Mom and Dad into real allies who
help me with my plans, but I also know that I have to be careful. If they
ever find out that I turned Jimmy into my cocksucker, or about me fucking
his butt they would go crazy, but I know I don't really have to
worry. Jimmy loves sucking my dick too much to blow things up, and I'm sure
that he really has enough sense to keep a lot of things secret. I'm pretty
sure at this point that Jimmy likes having me in control enough that even
if I make him do things he hates, like going outside in his tighty whities,
or even if I do things to him that he thinks are nasty, like making him
drink my piss; Jimmy will go along with it all because that's the way he
gets his kicks. Jimmy never knew he was cut out to be the slave for a guy
like me or that he would become his mommy's little girl, but he's learning
fast and he's really getting into it.  Jimmy's story continues:


Wards Shoes -- Lesson 9

When I walked into the kitchen where Mom had already started on breakfast,
she very quickly got an apron for me to wear and tied it behind me.

"I still feel a little funny when I see you walking around the house in
your `tighty whities', as Ward calls them, Jimmy, but the apron makes you
look real nice, like my little girl should look. You know, Jimmy, when I
was carrying you, I was really hoping for a daughter. I even had all my
friends give pink clothes as gifts at the baby shower, and for the first
year you were always dressed in the sweetest little pink outfits and
dresses. I couldn't let them go to waste, and you were so adorable dressed
up that way. Oh, I was happy I had a boy too, but now it's even better
because, like Ward told me, I have both now, Jimmy. You are my little girl
and also my very bright boy who I am so proud of, sometimes. I'm so glad
Ward is here to help you grow up right. You really need a big brother like
him, dear, and you make him even a better little sister than you do a
brother".

Mom went over to attend to something on the stove. She sure could go on and
on talking. I couldn't believe what she was saying about when I was a baby
and me wearing pink and all. And, the way she had really embraced the
things Ward had told her about me being a girl. Wasn't this supposed to be
play acting? It seemed like Mom was taking it awfully seriously. And the
aprons, I never noticed them before with Mom wearing them, but they were
flowery and frilly, and so-o very feminine. I felt foolish and humiliated
having to wear them, but at least I felt a little more dressed up than I
did in just my tighty whities.

"You are really lovely, Jimmy, in that yellow apron with all the daffodils
on it, and it is real breakfasty, just so perfect for the morning. You know
if you had been a girl I was going to name you Jennifer, isn't that a nice
name, Jimmy".

"It's a very nice name, Mother, but I'm really glad my name's Jimmy.".

"But, I would like you to be Jennifer, or at least Jenny, just when you are
wearing an apron, while we are play acting that you are my daughter. The
rest of the time you can be Jimmy, but not when you have an apron on. Isn't
that okay, just when you are wearing the apron, dear?"

"I don't know. I'm not really keen on that idea, Mom, although Jenny isn't
as hard to take as Jennifer. I really don't want to be called by a girl's
name, Mom"

"I could ask Ward what he wants. I'll bet he would tell me to call you
Jennifer if I want to".

"You don't need to ask, Ward, Mother".

"You always call me `Mother' when you are upset".

"Just like you call me James, I guess".

"I tell you what, dear, if you let me call you Jenny I won't call you
Jennifer, and it will only be when we are play acting that you are a
girl. That is a deal for you, and I won't have to ask Ward what he
thinks. That is my final offer, dear".

"You win, Mom. I can see it's really a big deal for you, so all right, but
only when I'm wearing an apron".

"Or at any time that we are play acting that you are a girl, Jenny. Isn't
that right?

"Okay, whatever you say, Mother".

"That's my girl. Jenny. I can't wait to tell Ward and your Dad".

And of course that was the first thing Mom announced when we sat down to
eat.

"That's great" Ward said. "I'm so glad you are getting into this play
acting thing I suggested, Mom. I can tell it makes you happy and it's good
for Jimmy, or should I say Jenny"

"That's Mom's thing, Ward. I would rather it was left for her to call her
that name, Ward" Dad said sounding a bit perturbed.

"Yes, Dad, but I'm proud of Jimmy that he didn't get upset about it".

I was sure that Ward picked up on the fact that Dad had referred to me as
'her' without realizing it. I sure as hell didn't miss it.

"Yes, Ward, my Jenny agreed to me calling her that. I have such a sweet
little girl.".

"Is that right, Jimmy? I'm surprised you didn't make a fuss about that".

"I wouldn't do that, Ward. Mom told me how important it is to her, so I had
to agree"

"I bet there is more to this story, but since Mom is happy, let's just
leave it alone for now".

I was glad Ward left it at that. I wasn't real happy with the deal Mom made
with me, but I sure preferred Jenny to Jennifer because at least it sounded
a lot like Jimmy.

Then Ward let Mom and Dad know about how he had shaved me.

"Since Jimmy is such a baby, and also your little girl, Mom; I decided to
do something to help him get into his roles a little better. So, this
morning I let Jimmy know what I was thinking about, and he was so
enthusiastic about my idea, that I could hardly believe it. He begged me to
do what I had suggested right away."

"And what was your suggestion Ward?" Dad asked.

"Jimmy why don't you tell Dad and Mom about what you asked me do this
morning to make you feel smoother and more like a baby, or like Mom's
little girl?"

There it went! At the same time Ward spoke to me his foot pressed down on
my own.  I knew I better describe how Ward shaved me as if it was more my
idea than his, and make it seem like I loved the idea. I was nervous about
telling Mom and Dad about being shaved and I felt really ashamed, but I
knew Ward would be upset if i showed how I felt.  Luckily, I'm a pretty
good actor.

"As soon as Ward suggested to me that since I'm now a baby, I ought to be
smooth like one, and how it might be a good idea for me to be shaved and
get rid of all my hair, except on top of my head, so I would look more like
Mom's girl for her, I knew it was a great idea. I begged Ward to shave me
right away. I was glad to hear, Dad, that Ward had asked you to borrow a
razor and shave cream. My skin feels so soft, and Mom you gotta see my
legs."

"I thought there was something different about you this morning, Jenny" Mom
said "You looked more like you could really be my daughter, but I couldn't
imagine why I thought that.  Now I know."

"Jimmy, I can't believe that you were so excited about the idea of being
shaved. You should be ashamed to be shaved and to be even more like a
little baby and lo be less like a boy than you were, and more like a girl
than ever. But, since that's how it is, from now on we will all call you
Jenny. Since you think it's so cool to be a girl, I think we should all
help you become one. I didn't like the idea before, but now I love it, even
more than you being a baby, but it's fine with me to keep you in diapers
too. You've been asking to be treated like baby, and also like a little
girl, for a long time, Jimmy, or let's say Jenny, by your actions and your
attitude. Now, you are actually choosing to be a baby and a girl.  So, I'm
going to get behind the idea completely, and from now on it's no game. You
better never ask me or your Mom or Ward to treat you like a boy ever again,
or all three of us will take you over our knees and each give you a sound
spanking. Do you understand me, Jenny?

"Yes, Sir, Dad. I understand I don't have any say about it anymore".

"Right! You made your decision, when you begged to be shaved, so you could
be more like a girl, and a baby. Ward, did you shave his pubes?"

"Yes, Dad, he insisted"

"You mean `she' don't you", Mom interjected.

"Yes, of course, since she's is Jenny. I remember now if you had a girl her
name was going to be `Jennifer'. Well, Jenny is short for Jennifer, so why
I say it's okay to call our naughty little girl either Jenny or Jennifer
when we are alone with her. Of course out in public, we will still use
`Jimmy'. What do you think, Ward?"

"Well, since Jenny wants to be a girl so bad, we shouldn't disappoint her,
but do you think it's all right for me to share my room with my sister?"

"Absolutely, Wardy, We know your sister is too much of a baby to have her
own room, and because you raise the question yourself, I am even more
confident that we can always trust you do the right thing. Your Mom and I
are sure we made the right choice when we put you in charge of our
daughter".

"Besides", Mom added, "we owe it all to you that we have our little girl,
and because we also have you, Ward, we have the best son any parents ever
could have. What do you say, Jennifer?"

"Its fine, Mom, I guess if I'm your girl, I can look up to Ward without
being jealous".

"Good thinking, Jennifer" Dad said, "because Ward is our only son now, and
you are our little girl. I think this arrangement is just perfect.  And if
you have second thoughts about it, that's just too bad. If you ever don't
want to be a girl, you are stuck with it. Then it will become the kind of
punishment you will have earned".

Dad made it clear, there was no going back. Things just keep getting
weirder for me, and I keep feeling more uncomfortable about things, and yet
here I am, sitting at the table wearing only tighty whites and a flowery
woman's apron with a raging hard on making a small hump in the middle of
the apron. I felt silly, and ashamed, and horny all at the same time.

Ward pressed down again on my foot with his shoe as he said, "Jenny, be a
good girl and get up and show everyone how cute you are in your pretty
apron, and let everyone admire you pretty shaved legs".

I di8dn't want to do it, but I got up and showed off the apron and my
legs. Ward asked me to curtsy, and turn around slowly, which I did. Mom
commented about how pretty I was getting, and Dad whistled, and said that
Ward was going to have to look out for his little sister or all the boys
would be trying to get things on with me. I blushed, but refrained from
saying anything.


There wasn't a lot of conversation at the breakfast table after
that. Everyone was too involved in the food. Besides the coffee that Mom
and Dad drank, there was fresh squeezed orange juice. I know it was fresh
squeezed because I squeezed it myself. There was a wonderful fruit salad,
homemade biscuits with wildflower honey, a sausage and mushroom stuffed
omelet with extra sausage patties on the side. The biscuits were super and
so I ate two, but Ward stepped hard on my foot when I started to reach for
a third.  And when Mom said at the end of the meal that if anyone was still
hungry there were some nice bakery danish with almond filling and some
cranberry orange bread she could bring out, I felt Ward's foot again, and
answered by saying "It was a wonderful breakfast, Mom, I couldn't eat
another thing. "Well, I'll have some cranberry-orange bread" Dad replied,
and "I'll have a danish", Ward said, and "I will too" Mom answered.

"I'm so glad Jenny is not making a pig of herself the way Jimmy used to
do", Dad commented.

After we ate, I helped Mom clean up, Mom and Dad went to get dressed for
church, and I went with Ward back up to the bedroom so we could get ready
too.

Ward went to the closet and took out the one sport jacket he had, his white
shirt, a pair of gray dress slacks, a tie, and a pair of black Italian
loafers. He laid all this out on the bed before getting a pair of argyle
dress socks and a pair of dark blue briefs from the dresser.

"Ok, bitch, now I got what I want to wear all together, it's time to for
you to perform your duties as a good servant and slave and dress
me. Afterwards, I will pick out your outfit for church".

Before, I could dress Ward, I had to take off the t-shirt he was wearing,
but once I did that Wardy insisted I lick his arm pits before continuing.

"I can't wait to make you sniff and lick my pits when they are nice and
sweaty. I'm sure you will appreciate your Master's B.O., faggot, won't you,
dickface?"

I assured Wardy I would love his pits and his body odor because I knew that
is what he wanted to hear, but I didn't know if I really would.

When I took off Wardy's underwear, he made me sniff them in both the crotch
and ass area.  I loved the smell of Wardy that came from the crotch. Ward
had put on yesterday's underwear again after his morning shower, knowing, I
guess, that he would be changing for church. They smelled strongly of
Wardy's sex and sweat, and I got an instant erection sniffing them. I found
myself inhaling deeply several times. I almost got a kind of high as I
breathed in the most wonderful scent I could possibly imagine.

Ward obviously noticed how much I was enjoying sniffing his
underwear. "That's cool, faggot. I'm happy my skivvies turn you on. You'll
get to smell them lots. Turn them around and smell the ass area, dickhead".

I didn't think I would like doing that. I wasn't sure I wanted to smell the
area of Ward's under shorts that came up against his shithole because they
were sure to stink, but I was wrong. The ass area of Wardy's underwear had
a kind of spicy smell that also got me boned, but it was more intense than
the crotch area. I don't like to admit it, but I wanted to just hold on to
Ward's shorts and spend a long time sniffing, but I had to move on to
taking off Ward's sweaty white gym socks. He also made me sniff them. They
were more stinky and unpleasant, but they made my little dick react too.

Throw that dirty stuff in the bathroom hamper. If you are a good little
faggot today, I just might let you sniff my socks and underwear every time
before I throw them in the laundry. How would you like having my smelly
shorts to take to bed with you, faggot? You could sniff them until you fall
asleep."

I let him know I'd like that. The smell of Ward was wonderful. It really
worked me up.

I finished dressing Wardy, and then he made me sit on the edge of my bed
while he went into my closet and dresser to pick out clothes from me. When
he got finished, he laid them on the bed next to me. "Get dressed!" Ward
ordered.

I couldn't believe what Ward had picked out for me to wear to church. There
was an old Bart Simpson tee shirt that showed Bart riding a tricycle. It
was now too small for me and didn't quite cover my belly button when I put
it on. There were shorts which were even worse because they were bright red
and extremely short and fit real tight, so that even my tiny dick showed in
outline through them. Then, there were the knee socks, which looked like
those I had seen girls in school wear, but never boys.  And for shoes, he
had put out the Donald duck house slippers I had gotten from Aunt Gertrude
at Christmas. I had worn them around the house, but would never let anyone
outside the house see me in them. Aunt Gertrude had no idea of what was
appropriate for a fifteen year old guy. The might as well have been Goofy
slippers.

"I'm not going to church dressed like a freak!" I said, raising my voice
defiantly. " I''ll look like a fool".

"You will look like the baby you are, dickhole!" Ward shot back. "Now get
fucking dressed before I get pissed off".

I pouted and sat still. I didn't even begin to put those clothes on"

"Oh so you think I'm playing with you, faggot?" Ward grabbed and pulled me
up and dragged me into the bathroom. He pushed me to my knees in front of
the toilet. Then, he pulled out his dick and started pissing in the toilet,
while commenting about me being an asshole and a fucking bitch, and other
choice names. When the toilet bowl was filled with bright yellow piss, Ward
grabbed my head and plunged it into the toilet and held it there while he
flushed the toilet. Then he pulled me out of the toilet, while i sputtered
and coughed and choked. I had accidentally breathed some toilet water into
my lungs and swallowed too.

I hated this punishment that Ward called a `swirly' and that he had warned
me about before. After he did it to me I felt miserable and dirty. I know i
stank from having my head submerged like that in a toilet bowl filled with
piss.

"You see, faggot, you don't get to win when you get smart with me. You get
punished.  Now you will dry off and get dressed. You don't get to wash up
either. You can go around like that today. My piss will be like cologne for
you. And that's not all. Tonight, before you go to bed you are going to get
your ass beat good. Now dry off and throw the towel in the hamper. Then get
dressed fast. I don't want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth,
or you will get it washed out with soap."

I knew I better shut up and do what Ward told. Even though I felt
ridiculous, I got dressed. When I had everything on, Ward said, "You look
like a Kindergarten baby dressed like that, Jimmy.  Yeah, I know I called
you `Jimmy', not `Jennifer'.  Your Mom and Dad renamed you; not me. So in
front of them from now on you are `Jenny' and `Jennifer, and whenever I
feel like calling you those names I will. But it depends what I want to
do. You are my slave and my servant. You are a baby, a pussy boy and a
wuss. I will never forget, Jimmy, that you are a queer and a fag., and i
want you to know that too. You are also my bitch. You will never be a man,
Jimmy, so in a way that means you must be a cunt, so you gotta spend time
as a girl, just because it's a fucking hoot to sissify you, but you will
always also be Jimmy, bitch. It just depends on my mood, dickhead. I like
to keep my options open. Stand up, Jimmy! Let me do inspection. Yup, you
look ridiculous, like a nerdy faggot, and a freaky little boy. You are just
perfect for an outing. Let's go downstairs. It's time to go to church!"

Mom and Dad did a double take when we joined them in the living room, where
they sat waiting for us"

"Is that the way Jimmy is going to church?" Dad asked.

"It's Jenny", Mom said, "and I'd rather see her in a pretty dress with a
ribbon in her hair".

"That might be a good idea, Mom, and maybe you can buy some nice outfits
for Jennifer, but right now there isn't much we've got for your girl to
wear. We had agreed on shorts for when she went out, and there aren't any
dress shorts, so we got her dressed like a baby, and anyway outside the
house she's still `Jimmy'. That is what Dad said."

"You're right Ward. Jenny looks fine. We can talk about some outfits later,
but I think it would be really nice to dress Jenny up pretty some other
time".

"Yes, Mom, with girl's panties and a bra and everything. You should have
your girl the way you want her. We can talk about it later".

"Yes", Dad said " but right now let's go. I don't want to be late for Mass"


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Mom held my hand as we walked from the parking lot to the entrance to the
church.  Ward had suggested that while we were riding in the car. I felt
ridiculous and completely ridiculous dressed the way I was, and having my
mother hold my hand besides. When we entered and the usher led us to our
seats, it seemed everyone was staring. There were raised eyebrows and even
some sniggering. I looked around in horror, hoping that I wouldn't see any
classmates from school, or other people i knew.  I recognized only one boy
i knew, Jerrod, who was in my homeroom. Jerrod was a class clown, and I
knew he wouldn't lose the opportunity to have some fun at my expense. Who
knew who else was there in that church that might have recognized me, but
it didn't really matter because one smart ass kid like Jerrod was as good
as fifty other people. I knew I was fucked. I know I should not have been
thinking in foul language in church, but I couldn't help it.

An usher came back up the aisle and stopped next to Dad, and signaled to
him to go with him through a side door.  When Dad returned a few minutes
later, he told me that I couldn't stay in church for Mass, but that I would
go to Sunday school while he, Mom, and Wardy stayed in church. They would
all see me after the Mass was over. I actually was relieved to get away
from all those gawking people in the sanctuary.  Sister Mary Joseph was
waiting outside the same door Dad had gone through earlier. Of course, I
remembered her. She scowled down at me. , as Dad turned me over to her.  As
soon as Dad went back into the church, the nun looked down at me and said,
"Your father told me about all the behavior problems he and your mother
have had to deal with, and how they are punishing you by making you dress
like a very little boy. I let him know you can't be in church that way, but
you can be in Sunday school. So, take my hand, Iwill lead you to the most
appropriate class".

Sister Mary Joseph put out her hand, but I hesitated. It was bad enough
that I had to hold Mom's hand on the way into the church. Sister Mary
Joseph did not hesitate. She slapped me in the face, not really hard, but
it hurt enough to get my attention.

"You do as I say, young man. You did not get away with anything when you
were in school here, and you won't get away with disobedience or any bad
behavior in Sunday school either. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Maam, I'm sorry".

"Give me your hand. You will be very sorry if you disobey me again!"

I put my hand in hers, and she gripped it tight and practically dragged me
towards one of the classrooms. When she led me inside, I knew I was screwed
yet one more time. The class she brought me to was made up of about fifteen
little boys who appeared to be way younger to me. My guess was that the
youngest was about five years old and the oldest no older than seven or
eight.

Sister Mary Joseph introduced me to Sister Angela who taught the Sunday
school class Sister Angela raised an objection saying I appeared to be a
much bigger boy than any in her class.

"I know, Sister Angela. I can see with my own eyes that Jimmy is older than
your other children, but he belongs here, at least for now because he is a
very immature and naughty little boy. Your other boys are in many ways much
bigger acting boys than Jimmy. You know how to deal with naughty little
boys, Sister.  Let the other boys shame him, make him sit on a chair in the
corner. Spank him in front of the other children if required. The only
lessons it will be important for Jimmy to learn in your class are
disciplinary lessons".

"Yes, Mother Superior, I will make sure he gets what he needs from this
class".

"And don't get in the way ofd the other boys interacting with Jimmy,
Sister. I am convinced that it will be helpful to let the other boys come
up with there own ways of socializing with Jimmy. Do you still have that
baby bonnet you put on boys that misbehave in your class?"

"Yes, Mother Superior " "Don't hesitate to make Jimmy wear it, even in
response to the slightest infraction".

Then, Sister Mary Joseph turned to me and told me she hoped I enjoyed
Sunday school before leaving the classroom.

"I bet she hopes I enjoy being in here with the babies" I thought to
myself.

Sister Angela directed me to sit on a blanket next to a little boy who told
me he was Tommy, while she went to the front of the room where she
announced she was going to read a Bible story.

It was about Daniel in the lion's den, and since I enjoyed that story, I
sat and listened politely. Tommy didn't feel like listening though, and
kept sticking me in the side with a finger. Then he started pinching me in
different places, I tried to just ignore it, especially because the teacher
didn't say anything. I thought "It's only s matter of time before she
catches the little bastard". Finally, Tommy whispered in my ear "You're a
dumb bell and a jerk". When I didn't answer, Tommy punched me in the
stomach. "Ugh" I replied.

"What is going on?" Sister Angela asked. "Tommy punched me in the stomach",
I answered.

"No, I'm sure Tommy wouldn't do that. You are a much bigger boy than Tommy.
I am sure you stared it. Tommy, what happened?"

"He started it, Sister Angela"

"I knew it. Come up here, Jimmy" she commanded.

I went to the fron of the room. Sister Angela made me hold out my hand, and
she whacked it with a ruler. It really hurt and I yelled `ouch'.

"Who told you to say anything, you naughty little boy? You wait!"

Sister Angela went to her desk and came back with a pink baby bonnet that
was big enough for a fifteen year old head. She put it on my head roughly
and ties it under my chin. The other boys laughed, and I heard remarks like
"Look at the little baby" and one boy even called me `sissy' and another
called me `fairy'. Even little Catholic boys know names like that. Sister
Angela simply pretended not to hear what they said.

"Now all you boys go out on the playground, and you, jimmy, behave yourself
and keep that baby bonnet on during the recess. If you behave, I'll let you
take it off when you come back in. children you have free play for fifteen
m ininutes".

"The boys went running outside. I didn't feel like one of them, so i walked
out onto the playground more slowly. Sister Angela followed with a book and
sat on the steps where she could read and keep an eye on her class.

Out on the playground things became very unpleasant for me. I was taunted
and made fun of by just about every boy out there. My larger size didn't
deter any of them, That pink baby bonnet really made the center of
attention for all these little brats.  Tommy came up to me and punched me
in the stomach three more times, and when I reached out to grab him,
another boy came up behind me and put me in a headlock, while Tommy hit me
in the balls. While i was doubled over with aching nuts, the largest boy in
the group gave me a swift kick in the ass, and called me `a homo punk". All
the while Sister Angela sat reading, and pretended to see nothing. Tommy
approached me one more time, but i stopped him by slapping his face before
he could land another punch. Sister Angela saw that one and blew her
whistle.

"Recess is over" she announced.

She grabbed me by the ear as we I went through the door, and she dragged me
to the front on the class, where she pulled down my pants and pulled me
over her lap. I got at least a dozen good smacks on my behind, while the
boy laughed and made crude remarks, while i yelled out in pain.

I spent the rest of the Sunday school class sitting on a stool in a corner
with the baby bonnet still on my head.

Sister Angela would not allow me to leave before I apologized to Tommy for
hitting him and behaving so badly. Tommy said he forgave me because Jesus
told him he should, and told me he hoped I would come back to Sunday school
next Sunday because he was looking forward to playing with me again.

In my nicest tone of voice, I apologized to Tommy for hitting him and
thanked him for helping me understand what Jesus expected, and told him
that I learned a lot, and would think about coming again, but it depended
on my Mom and Dad and my big brother and what they all wanted, The i
thanked Sister Angela for allowing me to visit her class

Sister Angela let me know I would be welcome to her Sunday school class
every week if that could be arranged, and said she would let the Mother
Superior know how much she enjoyed having me in her class. "I think I could
teach you a great deal, Jimmy, and would enjoy having the opportunity to do
so"

I could read between the lines, and knew she just wanted the chance to make
me miserable every week, but I held my tongue because I didn't know if
might ever have to go back there, and I didn't want Dad to hear something
really bad from Sister Mary Joseph.


Surprisingly on the way back home no one asked me much about Sunday school,
but later Ward asked me to tell him all about it, and seemed to feel my
experience was hysterically funny.

Mom was so involved with the luncheon she had invited Mrs. Henderson to
once we got home from church, that she pretty much forgot about me on the
ride home; and I guess Dad was too busy listening to Mom. Personally, I was
not looking forward to lunch today because I saw it as one more chance to
be embarrassed and humiliated.

(To be continued)