The British Kid Part 2 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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“Nooo, I can’t go out like this,” protested Paul.
“Why not? Ya look fine to me,” Becky urged and pulled her diminutive companion along.
“But they’ll know I’m not a girl.”
“That’s up to you, Pauline.”
“What d’you mean, up to me?”
Becky stopped, “First off, stop acting like a baby and start being a thirteen year old girl.”
“How do I do that? I don’t even know any thirteen year old girls.”
“Neither will they, just be cute, shy and blush loads–then make it up like you want.”
Paul looked at her, she looked so confident and poised, whereas he felt like bursting into tears.
“C’mon, or doncha wanna eat tonight?”
“I don’t think I feel very hungry, actually.” He had before his sudden transition to girlhood.
“Look, they don’ know you’re a boy, okay–an’ I’m not gonna tell ‘em. All I’m gonna say is you’re English, okay? ’S up to you what you tell ‘em? Personally, I’d prefer you kept up the prank–d’ya Brits use, prank?
“You mean a floorboard in a Chinese takeaway?” Paul fired back–it wasn’t a new joke but it stopped him having to think.
“Ya what?” Becky stopped frowned then sniggered–“Hey, that’s pretty good for an English rose–even if she is a mite prickly. C’mon, I’m dyin’ of hunger, already.”
“I dunno, this doesn’t sound like a good idea to me–oh poo.” They had continued walking during their discussion and Becky drew open one side of a double door and suddenly, they were both in the cafeteria. Paul hadn’t felt less like eating since he’d had measles when he was six years old.
Paul felt physically sick as he held on to her hand and followed meekly behind her, all the fight had temporarily died in him; now it was a question of survival and that looked as if it depended upon Pauline being a convincing girl. Just how on earth do you do that–suddenly become the opposite sex?
Becky led him over to a table where there were two other girls sitting, one was still eating the other was filing her nails with an emery board.
“Hi everyone,” said Becky to the other girls–who Paul assumed were really boys–but the one was really girl looking, the other was okay and had he not known, he wouldn’t have given her a second glance.
“This is Pauline, who is a British girl, all the way from Britain, England.”
“I thought England was part of Britain,” replied the really authentic looking girl.
“Why, waddit I say?” asked Becky blushing and lifting her unoccupied hand up to her mouth, which Paul thought looked very feminine.
“You said the other way round,” commented the second girl whose voice was a breaking a little but still sounded girlish.
“Gee, I’m a total klutz,” Becky blushed, “I was just so excited that we had a English girl to show us how t’ talk British.”
“How now brown cow,” said the pretty girl in a mock English accent which made Paul cringe. It wasn’t the clothes which felt so much alien as the body inside them–he had a sudden sense of camaraderie with ET.
“Well, klutz, are you gonna intra’duce us or what?” asked the second girl addressing Becky.
“Geez–I’m f’gettin’ my manners as well as my geography. This here is Pauline, who is from England–where in England?” she asked Paul.
Paul who was now absent from the body she was holding, watched from above as his mouth, complete with lip gloss said, “Little Ferret under Stoat, in Somerset.” He was horrified and blushed–he came from just outside Taunton, but the village wasn’t called anything like that–he’d just made it up and had no idea why.
“Li’l Ferret unner where?” asked Becky.
“Under Stoat, the original owner of the castle was very into catching rabbits–back in Norman times.”
“You have a castle near your home?” asked the pretty girl.
“Two actually,” said Paul becoming aware that others were coming closer to hear what he had to say–which never happened back in England.
“Two?” gasped the pretty girl, “I’ve never seen a genuine English castle.”
“You English?” asked a definite male voice behind him.
“She sure is, a genuine English rose–all the way from England.” Becky started her spiel again.
“Geez,” said the boy, “First we have weirdos now we have English, the place is really goin’ to the dawgs.”
Paul had long since vacated his body but the demon-ess which had slipped in had brought a sense of indignation with her and she turned and looked contemptuously at the boy who was at least half as big again as she was.
“Excuse me, but what’s wrong with being an English girl–except to be in the company of an ignorant barbarian like yourself.” Her accent got even more English and pronounced, as she snapped indignantly at her adversary.
He was momentarily silent, wondering about the spitfire in front of him, was she really a girl, she could be–her tits–such as they were jiggled as she scorned him. Her accent sure was different from any he’d heard except on TV or the movies.
“Nothin’ I guess if you are English and a girl–that’s all.”
“I happen to be both–sadly you seem unable to differentiate either.” The last word was deliberately pronounced eye-ther, as an educated Brit may well say, compared to the American pronunciation of ee-ther.
“C’mon, Zack, leave little Miss Fauntleroy to play with the other girlies, let’s go shoot some hoops.” The affronted boy allowed his companion to lead him away from the snarling lioness and her smirking supporters.
“Wow,” said Becky, “You just mauled the quarter back from our football team, real good.”
“Quarter back–there is no quarter back in football, there’s forwards, backs, wings and a goal keeper.”
“Nah, that’s soccer–we’re talking football.”
“Soccer is football, I ought to know, we invented the game even if we can’t play it–the same with cricket, rugby, baseball, rowing...”
“Hey you didn’t invent baseball, that’s a American game.”
“Actually it wasn’t originally, and was invented because some people found cricket too hard to understand or didn’t have access to a pitch to play it. It’s not terribly popular in England these days, but it is played there. Girls–we–tend to play a variation called rounders.”
“You really are British, aren’t you?” asked a boy who came and stood close to Becky.
“Andrew, this is Pauline Burton, all the way from a strangled ferret in Somewhereset, England.”
“Hi,” said the tall boy, who towered over Pauline.
“Hello, Andrew.”
“Oh, an’ the ugly sisters,” said Becky sniggering, “that’s Sarah and that’s Dawn.”
“How d’you do,” Pauline nodded at the two princesses.
“So if you’re all princesses, is this one a queen?” asked Andrew unaware of the status of the newcomer.
“Oh definitely,” smiled Becky–“A genuine English one.”
“No, not a queen, just a lady in waiting,” retorted Pauline, bobbing to him.
“Lady Pauline,” he said giving an exaggerated bow to the newcomer, “welcome to our humble abode.”
“Thank you, kind sir,” she replied bobbing again.
“Wow,” said Dawn, “Lady Pauline, do come and park your blue blooded ass, here with us peasants.”
“May we find some comestibles first–I’m famished,” Pauline said back feeling a rumble in her tummy.
“Don’t think we’ve got any o’those, but the beef’s pretty good if ya like pepper sauce,” suggested Dawn.
“I’ll ask my secretary to show me, if you’d be so good, Becky my dear.” Pauline camped it up as Becky almost helpless with laughter led her to the food.
They spent an hour eating and talking with the others before Becky led her back to her room. Back inside Paul leant against the door and nearly collapsed.
“You did real good,” said Becky.
“Oh yeah, upset the captain of your football team.”
“He’s not the captain, but he is their star player.”
“Why was he so rude?”
“He doesn’t like us princesses–though he does like us cheering when they play at home.”
“You do cheerleading?”
“Yeah–course–why wanna learn?”
“No thanks, I’ve got myself in the doo doo deep enough already.”
“No ya haven’t–they’re all convinced you’re a girl, including Sarah and she would normally spot a fake a mile away.”
“You’re joking?”
“No I’m not–she’s gender variant herself.”
“She’s what?”
“She’s gonna become a girl for real–the operation and so on.”
Paul nodded, from her appearance he could believe that, but then Becky looked just as real, “So are you gonna be a girl as well?” he asked her.
“For another year or two maybe, when I leave here, I’ll see,” Becky shrugged.
“I didn’t know until you told me, and even though I knew, I couldn’t see any boy showing.”
“Thanks, Sarah’s been coaching me, we’re the only two who live full time as girls, the others just do it to meet the program’s needs.”
“Talking of that–what am I going to do–you’ve told people I’m a girl–I have one set of clothes–I can’t wear them forever, they’ll need washing?”
“Oh, no prob we can find you some more school uniforms, what we need is some casual stuff too. Ellie-Mae is about your size, wait here, I’ll go see if she can loan ya some stuff.”
Becky disappeared and Paul stood in front of the mirror–his lip gloss had faded after eating, but he still looked like a girl. He’d known he wasn’t very masculine but he’d never seen this part of him–and where had the venom come from that he had spat at the football boy? Had he unleashed something that had been hidden inside him for a very long time. He shivered, it was like some sort of fantasy story.
He was nearly in some sort of trance when his mobile rang–he physically jumped. Then regaining his wits, he remembered where he’d left it and pulled it out from under the pile of clothes. It was his dad, his heart gave a little leap.
“Hi Dad,” he said his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and excitement.
“Hi, kiddo, how ya doin’?”
“I’m okay, just had dinner and I hope made some friends.”
“Great–I got here about an hour ago–it looks pretty intensive.”
“What does, Dad?”
“The training for the aircraft.”
“Yeah, I expect it is.”
“Look, son, it might be a couple or three months before I can get to see you again–is that alright?”
Paul felt a lump in his throat, “It’ll have to be, won’t it–it’s not as if it’s something new–is it?”
“I know you’re disappointed, son, but once the initial training is over, it should ease up a bit.”
Paul felt a tear run down his face, “I’ve gotta go, Dad.”
“Paul, don’t...” Paul switched off the call and sat on his bed looking at his phone tears running down his face and dripping into two wet spots on his skirt. He didn’t know what he felt–disappointment–sure, that was there, but it was almost a prerequisite with his dad. There was something else–he thought hard to identify it–yep, that’s what it was–relief. It bought him time to end the farce of pretending to be a girl, or what he’d say to his dad when they did meet up again, about why he was girlified.
“Hey, you okay, sister?” said Becky bustling back into the room, arms laden with bags and clothing.
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
“You bin, cryin’?” Becky asked.
“My dad phoned.”
“Oh–and?”
“He’s going to be tied up for the next three months.”
“Oh,” she dumped the clothing at the foot of the bed and gave her charge a quick hug, “We’ll be here for you, Pauline.”
“Thank you,” said Paul, his bottom lip quivered and he burst into tears.
“If you’re going to cry, we’d best show you how to do your own makeup.”
“Oh, does it look a mess?” asked Paul and Becky pointed at the mirror.
Paul got up off the bed and looked in the mirror, “Oh Lord, I look like a panda.”
“A very pretty panda,” laughed Becky.
“If you say so.”
Becky showed him how to clean it off and reapply, a simple line of eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. She showed him how to stretch his eyelid to apply the eyeliner, and how to apply the mascara by wiggling it back and fore to make sure it gets every lash.
“Right tomorrow, you’ll need to do all this yourself and I’ll pop in before breakfast and do your hair.”
“Okay, I’ve got to stay as a girl, haven’t I?”
“You did imply you were one.”
“I think it was more than imply–I as good as stated I was one.”
“That’s probably my fault–I shoulda been honest with the others–that you were a princess like the rest of us–sorry.” Becky looked at the floor and blushed. “I am real sorry.”
“Yeah well, if they find out that’ll make us both liars won’t it?”
“I guess so, we’ll talk with Mr Uchiha tomorrow and get his advice–he’ll know what to do.”
“Will he be cross with us?” asked Paul feeling apprehensive.
“I’ve not seen him cross in the two years I’ve been here–he’s always kind and calm.”
“I hope so.”
“Anyways, I gotta go–I’ll be in tomorrow at seven thirty to do your hair. Try the clothes on and see what you think–they should fit.”
“What did you tell their owners? A real girl has come to the school without any clothes? A bit strange isn’t it?”
“I told them your luggage is on its way–we’ll get an advance from the school and get you some next week.”
“Oh boy–I’m going to be in debt before I start.”
“Don’t worry–Mr Uchiha will sort it all out tomorrow–oh, there’s a bra there, it might fit–see ya tomorrow.” She left via the bathroom connecting door and Paul looked at the clothes lying on the bottom of the bed.
By the time he’d tried everything on, including the bra–it was getting late. Most of it fitted, so Becky had a good eye for size. Some of the stuff felt more comfortable than others, and that went for the look as well–one or two things Paul thought were not his style at all. Then he laughed at himself–here he was a few hours into girlhood and talking about his style–or should that her style? He had no idea what his father would say when he found out–but he was unlikely to be happy.
He found a nightdress and pulled it on, it had pictures of kittens and puppies on it, but it felt soft and comfortable. He posed in front of the mirror and said out loud, “Hi Dad, meet your new daughter,” and he blew a kiss at his reflection. Then sat on the bed and felt very unsure about all of this–what had he got himself into–and was there a way out without making himself look stupid or upsetting too many others?
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Comments
New girl
It seems like the school is going to have its' third girl. Angharad, thanks for this second chapter. I love how the confusion over Football. Adds to the realism.
A Touch Of Class
Toldja so! She's going to be a hit,
Joanne
Observant - Not
... I mean really, did it occur to the other princesses why a GG is going to attend a boy's school for a while? It looks like nobody asked.
Any hoo, Paul just has dumped himself in it without being able to back out of being a 'total girl' without a bit of embarrassment. The 64000 Quid question (did that show exist in Brit land? ) is that did he do it deliberately or accidentally. So far it seems Paul is discovering things about himself that he did not expect until this happened. Yep, RLT! Part of him definitely has unconsciously been freed and is making itself known.
On the Sarah front, I do not see her not waiting to get in on the action of having a 'real' girl to hang out with. I suspect in the end it will be Andrew, Becky, Leslie and Sarah who will be the only ones in on the secret for the next 3 months.
Kim
Princess For Hire - The British Kid 2
Princess For Hire - The British Kid 2 just proved the fact that the King's/Queen's English and the American variant are realty two different languages thanks to a difference in cultures.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Excellent new chapter look's
Excellent new chapter look's like pauline may be coming out of her shell without even realising she was in one ,if not hope she get's some life experience out of it.
Nice story long may it continue:).
Great story so far An... BTW I can't stand the dad, what a jerk!
Looking back at the previous chapter and at this one, he NEVER keeps his word to his child. Even in the phone call he is in essence breaking his promise to his child yet again. I'm surprised the boy didn't scream "GO TO HELL, I HAVE NO FATHER" then smash the phone.
Sounds like dad's a child who never quite grew up and one of those parents who deludes themselves by thinking "If I get this promotion I can do so many nice things for my family. Its only for a few month/years. I can still take him to Disneyland and Little League." What, when he's 27 years old? I mean, his kid has already been without a mom since he was four and is what 12 now? He's been in boarding school all the time as dad fell out with the mom's parents thus never let them see him or even tried to mend fences. Then dad's air force career took off and he all but forgot he had a child or sure has acted that way.
The boy has grown up alone, un loved, no family contacts, nothing. What a GREAT dad.
HIS flying, HIS career comes first even after he claims his child must come first. He pays it lip service but you can tell he is only going thru the motions. Even his seeming concern that the boy not be in sports where they could make fun of his girlish body seems in retrospect more concern for HIS reputation and not the child's safety/mental well being. This statement from chapter one sealed his jerk-ass status as a dad or in his case semi-human entity. He doesn't rate being called a human.
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“If it civilises the little darlings, I have no objections whatsoever—I mentioned Paul has Klinefelter’s—so he’s not likely to make anyone pregnant—so what the hell?â€
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So it seems he resents his child will never be a manly man. As if you can call HIM a man, the pric*! Anybody who can say something that cruel behind his kid's back is not worthy of the honor of being called Father.
Does he subconsciously blame the son for the mom's suicide? IE If she'd not gotten pregnant and if he'd not been born a Kleinfelters kid and all the stress of it she might be alive. As if that had much to do with her bipolar disease. It was mentioned she had attempted suicide before she succeeded. Was that before or after she was pregnant?
Sorry, you drew him to well Ang and I hate the shallow man-child. Hope he crashes and burns to death but then the B2 has had a very good record and only one I believe has been lost. but for what they cost a piece they damn well had better be durable/reliable.
The boy despite his emotionally/love impoverished history is charming, sweet, wants to please, make friends and honestly cares more for the feelings of others than for himself. That he does not object too much to his being railroaded into the Princess program speaks volumes for his decency.
That is something you NEVER could say about the dad. At best he was heartbroken at her death, the boarding schools were an expedience after the blowup with the relatives and as his career took of it took on a kind of momentum. Mind you if he really cared he could have gotten a hardship discharge or a job more conducive to his child's welfare but he didn't and that is what counts. Intentions don't count as much as actions.
Very good tale. Hope the child achieves some measure of happiness .
John in Wauwatosa
John in Wauwatosa
Umm....
The father is pretty stereotypical for a 50's, 60's, 70's R.A.F. father. I know this because the description fits my father to a 'T'. Duty and responsibility always came first. It was required. Anything pertaining to the family was contingent on orders and that was understood. I don't know one U.K. military family from those times where it was not the case. Don't hate the father, hate the world that created him and his son. Maybe not even that there were many "products" of that system that grew to give greatly to the world (not me, unfortunately). Most of Britain's great comedians came from such a background. Yes, British children of those times were "property" but that doesn't seem much different in the states, not even now.
A great idea to bring in some new talent Angharad
Especially from England.
Nice change of pace, different language, sense of humor etc. will only add to the excellent story.
The English peach and perfect complexion found on girls and some boys will be a big plus for Pauline.
Again an excellent story, thankyou.
LoL
Rita
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
(Mark Twain)
LoL
Rita
Thank you Angha,
ALISON
'very well done,as expected,and an excellent read.
ALISON
Great Surprise
Oh yeah. Seeing Paul jump with both feet in the fire had me cringing. But then Pauline saved his bacon. What a lovely surprise! I didn't see that coming at all.
Thanks very much for this. I do hope you continue it.
And kudos too of course.
- Terry
Thrown in at the deep end...
But despite his initial fears and panics (which would probably be understandable for almost anyone in Paul's situation), once he'd got over them (courtesy of the rage building up at the jock's comments) he really put on a performance, bringing the jock down to size. Hopefully with the help of the other Princesses, he can channel that energy again and develop self-confidence.
After all, whereas in almost any other school Paul would probably be a target of bullies and considered the lowest of the low on the social spectrum, here he can exploit his 'condition' by becoming the third full-time Princess. He could learn a lot by chatting to Beck(y) - after all, (s)he was continually mistaken for a girl and referred to in feminine pronouns even when in "boy mode", so decided to go full time to reduce confusion (self as well as others). Paul's effectively in a similar position - especially after being seen by most of the school in "girl mode", if he attempted to revert to "boy mode", most of the school would view a tomboy.
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Very pretty panda
"A very pretty panda" was a cute line... made me smile.
I really enjoyed Melanie's stories of that school, and it's nice to see more of it from you.
Kaleigh
Thera made a comment
Thera made a comment regarding the Dad and his outlook and actions regarding his son Paul, and his outlook and actions regarding his RAF career. It was also that way for those in the USAF back in the late 40s, 50s, 60s and to some degree still is. It was/is God, Country and Family in that order. In my day, as a Military Dependent (family member) (40s/50s/60s), you had better do NOTHING that could affect or effect the member's career. EVERYTHING back then rotated around the Member's career. I see this here as well with Pauline's Dad. What he is saying and doing is not in his mind, wrong or harmful to Paul; just a fact and way of life. In this day and age, there has been a very large swing away from all this, however, a lot is also still there looming in the background, so it could "bubble to the top" again.
Yes Dad looks and seems like a total jerk; but you also have to weigh it with his own background. Janice Lynn
What a great start !
C'mon Ang, we don't speak like that! It's difficult to read with that sloppy speech. You're just doing this to give our legs a quick yank.
'Little Ferret under Stoat' OMG that's too funny.
Is Ellie-Mae's last name Clampett?
Karen