Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2154

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2154
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I had explained to Danni there were consequences to everything, now I wanted to have the boys who chased her understand the same thing. She had spoken with Pia who managed to put names to Danni’s descriptions. Armed with this list I accosted the headmaster and insisted he give me an urgent appointment. Given my earlier veiled threat he agreed to see me after assembly.

He came back to his office where I’d been sitting doing the Guardian crossword. I’d pretty well completed the puzzle and was irritated he’d arrived before I’d got five down.

“How can I help you, Lady Cameron?” he asked though I was aware he was looking at the wall clock behind me. This was a total chore for him, but I felt I’d change his mind or his employment status.

“You’re aware of what happened to Danny in France?”

“Yes, I’m afraid despite the best planning, these things can always happen.”

“I’m aware of that, Headmaster, but ever since that and what Peter did to himself as a consequence...”

“You can’t be certain he did that because of what happened on the school trip.”

“Perhaps not, though I’m sure my lawyers could find an expert witness who wouldn’t necessarily agree.”

“Are you threatening me, Lady Cameron?”

“Not at all, I’m just exploring options of a parent whose child has been sexually assaulted whilst away on a school trip.”

“I see.”

He didn’t because I hadn’t placed my trade off in front of him then. I wasn’t suggesting that if he played ball, he’d be off the hook, just that I wouldn’t look to sue at the moment. I was holding most of the trump cards but I needed him to do the trumping for me. I explained what had happened.

“So let me get this straight, you’re letting your son run around in dresses and makeup and then get upset because some of his schoolmates think it’s weird and want to tell him so.”

“He’s being supervised by a paediatric psychiatrist who’s familiar with gender non-conformity in children, and she like us, is convinced it all arises from the assault.”

“Okay, so what d’you want?”

“I would like you to discipline those boys who chased her around the town.”

“But they weren’t in school at the time, so it’s hardly my responsibility, is it?”

“They were suggesting what they’d do to her if she came back to school.”

“Perhaps it would be for the best if you removed Daniel from the school?”

“That is an option I’m exploring, as well as a law suit.”

“I thought you’d removed the threat for now?”

“On the understanding of cooperation, I don’t believe you want to cooperate.”

“Of course I do, but I’m also obliged to report weird behaviour.”

“You don’t find it stranger that a teenage boy who is sexually assaulted has some strange behaviours afterwards? So in your book they just get on with things and live happily ever after.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that at all, Lady Cameron.”

“No, but a judge might think you did?”

“I can’t punish boys for doing something on a weekend.”

“No? I’ll bet you can, especially for bullying an already vulnerable schoolmate.”

“What d’you want me to do?”

“Tell them in no uncertain terms that they’re not to do it again.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“If you don’t know, I have little confidence in your skills to manage this school. An alternative might be that you allow me to speak with them, with you present of course.”

“And if I allowed this, you’d back off?”

“Yes. See it as being in the vanguard, the family of a victim show they’re not prepared to allow bullying.”

“I’m not convinced their parents will see it that way.”

“Progress usually means some sacrifices.”

“Yeah, all of them mine,” he sighed.

“On the contrary, they’ve been paid by Danny and Peter.”

“All right, when d’you want this to happen?”

“Tomorrow, just before they go home.”

“Very well. I must insist you don’t threaten them or we’ll be in trouble as well.”

“I won’t threaten them, I just want them to accept there are other equally valid forms of behaviour they might have adopted and that I might also adopt depending upon their behaviour.”

“That sounds like a threat to me.”

“I assure you, it isn’t.”

He accepted my assurance and agreed to a meeting the next day. All I had to do now was to talk Danni into agreeing as well. I wasn’t going to have them confront each other unless she wanted it, but I wanted her to confirm the identity of her would be assailants. She agreed she would.

She almost considered reverting to boy appearance, except her hair and dyed eyelashes would make that look somewhat incongruous. In the end we drove to the school and met with the headmaster. The headmaster didn’t recognise her or twig she was a boy until he saw me walk behind her a few moments later. Now he got very tense and Danni began to wonder if this might work after all.

To be honest, she looked an absolute babe, Phoebe had dressed her and done her makeup and hair, which had been perfect for her age. It wasn’t overstated, but young teens don’t do subtlety either. It was just perfect.

The boys had been told to report to the secretary’s office in the next room, into which he had a peep hole. Danni nodded at each one.

“Are you going to stay for this?” I asked her and she nodded. We had her sit in the corner behind me, they wouldn’t see her until I was ready and she was still in agreement.

The boys walked in. “This is Lady Cameron, she would like to speak to you about an issue that happened this weekend just gone.”

They all shrugged, presumably having memories of the same capacity as an earthworm but being far less useful than that lowly Lumbricus, on whom we all depend so much.

“Yesterday, my daughter was chased by a gang of boys whom she has identified as you four boys.”

They all looked at each other and were shrugging or shaking their heads. “Not me,” said one and they all agreed it wasn’t any of them. Then one gave me an opening, “Just that little woofter in John Lewis,” and they all sniggered. It was as much as I could do not to punch him on the nose.

“I see, so you have no understanding of gender different children?”

“Wot?” asked one, probably the tallest of the bunch.

“It means that the child has a different gender to that of their original biological sex. Some call it gender dysphoria or gender identity disorder or...”

“Being a screaming woofter,” said the tall kid and I decided I would take him down in front of his friends.

“That is not helpful, Warton,” admonished the headmaster.

“So, Mr Warton, I suppose you’re completely male, it’s written in every cell like a stick of Blackpool rock?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Yet chromosomally, you’re all half female.”

“No way.”

“But you are, you have an X chromosome, that’s the female one.”

“No it isn’t, you gotta have two of them.”

“Have you now, okay, so I’ve got two X chromosomes and you’ve got one. That still makes you half female.”

“Nah, the Y makes me male.”

“So two Y’s would make you extra male?”

“Yeah.”

I glanced at the headmaster who rolled his eyes. “No, that would make you dead.”

“Eh?”

“You need the X chromosome, the state of being exclusively male of female doesn’t exist except in the malicious imaginations of teenage morons who have nothing better to do than to bully or persecute those smaller than them, despite it being illegal for them to do so.”

“No it ain’t.” Warton was walking on thinner ice with every step.

“I’m afraid it is, it’s against the law to discriminate against anyone on the grounds of their age, sex, gender, race or beliefs. This school has a definite policy supporting the law–I checked before I came, or my barrister did. You boys, in chasing my daughter, who was scared for her very life, transgressed those laws and are thus guilty of discrimination.”

“He ain’t got the right to walk down the road dressed as a girl when he ain’t one.”

“She has, actually and she’s been seeing a medical specialist who agrees with her doing it. Would you like to argue with her?”

“I always knew there was something funny about him–no wonder them guys in France ’ad ’em, the two of them–he ain’t cut his dick off too, ’as ’e?”

“That’s enough Warton,” snapped the headmaster looking more angry with every minute that passed in the company of these four imbeciles.

“But it’s true, the other woofter sliced off his dick, so they say.”

“You have no idea of Peter’s sexuality, do you?” I addressed the loudmouth directly.

“Yeah, he’s a poof.”

“You mean you think he’s homosexual?”

“Yeah,” he laughed in derision.

“On what basis d’you make this diagnosis?”

“Well ’e is, in ’e?”

“And this was pure logic, was it Mr Warton?”

“Yeah,” he said and laughed only this time only one of his friends laughed with him.

“And you’re well aware that the people who declaim others the most do so because they suffer from the same problem but wish to distract by pointing out others who may or may not be what they accuse them of. It’s called a witch hunt because the same tactics caused the deaths of thousands of innocent people three hundred years ago. It’s okay to be a witch today, but not it seems a homosexual. Tell me, Mr Warton, are you homosexual?”

“No, course I ain’t.”

“Can you prove it?”

“Yeah, get yer knickers off...” the other boys began to snigger and blush. The headmaster nearly had a fit he was so embarrassed.

“How dare you?” shouted the headmaster.

“Well she asked, din’t she?”

He was about to take issue with the discourtesy of referring to me as she, when I interrupted.

“Had I removed my lingerie, assuming you didn’t put it on yourself, what would that prove about your sexual orientation, other than being an opportunist who has probably never even seen a real woman naked let alone made love to her.” Warton blushed and his colleagues laughed.

“You see, you can’t prove these things just like that, the majority of men who cross dress are heterosexual, so running round in dresses isn’t necessarily a sign of being gay. But jumping to conclusions without any real information is both hypocritical and dangerous–it might just mean you’re a small minded bully disguising his own failings by pointing the finger...”

“I don’t have to listen to this shit,” Warton walked towards the door.

“Warton, stay where you are,” ordered the headmaster.

“No way, she’s mad.”

“And you aren’t?”

“No I ain’t.”

“But you are gay, aren’t you?”

He went very red, “No I ain’t.”

He was, but he ran off before I could ask him again.

The headmaster read the riot act and I called Danielle to come with me as we left in front of three astonished schoolboys. I wouldn’t allow her to return to the school whatever happened to her or him and we left it for the last time my arm round her shoulder and three red faced schoolboys being dressed down by the headmaster.

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