Queen of the May Pt Three

By Jacquimac
Thanks To Stanman63 For Editing!!

Synopsis:After suffering from an accident, a young man learns that he has been voted to be the Queen of the May by his fellow students.

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We went from shop to shop with me trying on lots of different dresses, skirts and assorted tops. I asked for some shorts or slacks, but was told NO and not to ask again.

Panties, shoes cami tops, slips etc were all bought, after they were all put in the van, shopping continued. They had my ears pierced and bought me some jewelry, then it was to the big toy store. Yep, you got it, dolls of all kinds, a dolls pram, dolls house and other girly toys were paid for and would be delivered during next week.

At last we stopped and went to cafe for a drink and something to eat, every time I made a move, I was in the wrong: I wasn't lady enough in my mannerism or a lady would do it this way, hell did they expect me to lady like overnight? I was glad when they eventually decided that we could go home.

Dad and the boys were playing football when we got home. I saw that a few of village craftsmen were packing up tools getting ready to leave. I didn't know they were going to be there or what they doing, but one of them told Mum that everything was finished, but the paint was still a bit wet.

The shopping was unloaded from the van into a cupboard for the time being, Mum and her friends were having a cup of tea, not bothering with me. No, they were whispering to each other and no matter what I tried, I couldn't make out what they were up to. But I knew that they were talking about me and that had me worried.

A couple of hours later, the rest of family arrived home and we had our evening meal. Dad went upstairs and looked at the workmen had done, when he came down he told Mum the paint was dry, then she disappeared up stairs.

My brothers started to empty the cupboard of all the bags of clothes we got in the city and took them upstairs while I was left watching TV. Eventually, Mum came down and helped me upstairs.

I started to go towards the room I shared with two of my brothers, but Mum stopped me, "You now have my own room."

""Why?"

"Girls and boys don`t share rooms."

Wow my own room, seems like being a girl has some good things.

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She took me to what had been of the guestrooms and opened the door. Oh no! Everything was painted pink and white, the bed had a canopy and all the bedding was pink with white frills.

"Where are my toys?"

"They won`t be delivered till Monday at the earliest."

They had got me a new computer, a music centre and a flatscreen TV, there was a shelf full of books and when I looked at them, found they were girls books.

"Mum, wasn't going a bit over the top?"

"She just smiled,"No, one way or another I would be taught to be a lady."

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She showed were she put everything, all my underwear, sock,...etc were neatly folded in the dresser, all my tops, skirts dresses, jackets and coats were hung up in the wardrobe, and I was told to keep everything clean and tidy, my room was out of bounds to boys.

So far, they must have spent a packet on everything they bought and the work on the room, but it turned out that the village had set up a fund, and according to Mum we had only just started.

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Sunday was Church Day, everybody got dressed up. Dad and the boys wore their best suits, Mum and I wore matching dresses. One thing that Mum forgot to buy for me was a handbag, so she found a small black one for me to carry with: tissues, lipstick, hairbrush and a small matching purse inside it. She was going all out on the way I looked.

Thankfully, the church wasn`t far away so I didn`t need the wheelchair, I just toddled along on my crutches, we got there without me falling over.

As soon as we entered, all eyes turned in my direction, everyone was smiling and then the clapping started. I just blushed or it may been due to the effort of walking to the church.

Once the service finished, the vicar came over to speak to me while my parents and brothers went to talk to their friends. After asking how I was, the vicar said he knew how hard the next year and a bit were going to be, but just to go with the flow. We chatted for a while, then I was told to stay with the vicar and his wife as they had invited me for lunch and everyone went home.

Most of kids my age had already had they`re first communion, but I had missed out due to constant hospitalization, so the vicar wanted to do it after the Christmas festivities were over, a date for the new had been organized.

The vicars wife told me I would stay at the vicarage the night before and be presented to the congregation the following morning.

When I brought up that I would be dressing as girl full time, they told me that wasn`t a problem and my communion dress and veil was to be made by the vicars wife.

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By Wednesday, I was getting bored staying at home all the time and asked if I could go back to school.

Mum phoned the doctor who came round and checked me over, he said, "It should be OK as long as I didn`t do anything silly and that I could attend in the mornings only as long as I was taken by car."

I knew it would diffcult to handle the wheelchair on the icy roads and no way could I attempt to walk with crutches in case of a bad fall, last thing I wanted was to spend Christmas in hospital, so Mum phoned the school and they agreed. What lessons I didn`t attend in the afternoons I could take home and do them there.

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End Of Part Three

To Be Continued In Part Four