Sugarplum 3

Chapter 1
Tom

Chapter Description: Vern comes to terms with his new life and is confronted by a class bully

Sugarplum 3

Tom

“So how was your first day at school, Sugarplum?” Carrie asked in a mock motherly voice.

“I told you not to call me that.” said Vern, fidgeting with his backseat seatbelt. It was easy to be mad around Carrie, which was fortunate for him because he didn’t want Carrie to know that he had not only enjoyed himself, but made a (female) friend as well. “It was horrible,” he lied, “The teacher is mean and this girl on the bus wouldn’t stop talking to me.”

Maybe it was the witch inside her, but Carrie seemed as though he was lying. That or she believed him and was pleased with his anger because she smiled an evil smile and said, “And did little boys pick on you and say how babyish you look in your pink dress and pigtails?”

“Unfortunately yes, they made fun of the pigtails,” Vern said flitting his pigtails around, “But I didn’t care because the girl next to me had pigtails too and she was picked on too but less than me. She wasn’t wearing a dress so I guess I looked cuter then her. We decided to--” he broke off when he saw a very happy Carrie looking at him in the rearview mirror. He was beginning to tread on dangerous ground and he caught himself talking with bounce in his voice, like a child telling their parent a really good story. The car stopped in the driveway of their house and Carrie got out to open the backseat door.

“You decided to what?” Carrie asked slyly as she unbuckled Vern, “Not fight the boys I hope. I didn’t get a call from your school, so you were a good girl today I’m guessing.”

Vern frowned, “No I didn’t fight them. I could have though.”

He entered the house and marched upstairs to his new girlish room as quickly as he could.

Carrie stood at the bottom of the steps and called up to Vern. “What did you decide to do then?” There was a pause and Carrie said, “I can force it out of you ya know! One simple spell is all I need!”

Vern stopped at his door and thought hard. Did he really want to tell Carrie the truth? She would find out soon enough anyway whether by force or not. He would never hear the end of it though. After a long hesitation, he shouted back sadly at Carrie from his doorway, “We decided to make a pigtail club!!!! We?re friends!!!!” and he slammed the door as hard as his little girl self could.

Carrie stood at the bottom of the steps smiling wickedly to herself before walking back into the kitchen. The change is happening quicker than I thought it would, she thought.

Vern sat on his bed (complete with a Disney Princess comforter and pink fuzzy pillows) and thought hard.

He felt like washing his mouth out with soap. He just told the person who did this to him exactly what she wanted to hear. Carrie wanted his mind to change into a little girl’s. She wanted him to succumb to the mindset of being a childishly pink first grader. He took off his Mary Jane shoes and threw them onto the floor. After a few more seconds he stood up and took off the dress, disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe that he actually had fun as a little girl AND made a friend. He threw the dress on the floor next to the shoes and stripped off the tights, revealing hairless legs.

Marching angrily over to the open closet to get jeans and a t-shirt, he passed the stand-up mirror in the wall to his right and did a double-take.

There was his refection staring back at him. He was standing there in fuzzy socks, pink Winnie the Pooh panties and curly blonde pigtails.

Like a sledgehammer blow, it his Vern how real he was. He took a hand to hir hair and stroked a pigtail, making his reflection do the same. Even his face had been changed when he was transformed. A small button of a nose and sweetly blue eyes.

Was it really such a bad thing that he had a good day today? Why was it bothering him so much that he made a friend? She was a very sweet girl, after all, and made him feel welcome in an alien environment. And she made him feel genuinely uplifted, a rare thing in his case. He thought about how easy girls had it in life too, counting out childbirth and that kind of stuff.

He pulled the front of his panties forward and looked down between his legs. Carrie would never change him back. She was enjoying this too much.

After a few more thoughts he went to his closet and dressed himself in a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt covered in heart designs. Then he laid down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling for a while.

His new room was as cute and pink at you could make it without it being sickening. His bed, with its Disney comforter and pink plush pillows sat next to a small desk with a mirror. Carrie had thrown away all of his old clothes and bought him an entirely new wardrobe, which was mostly populated with old fashioned dresses and other frilly babyishly girly things. The window in his room had bright pink curtains. The wallpaper was light pink with Disney characters imprinted on it.

The left hand side of the closet was filled mostly with toys and games suitable for a little girl. My Little Pony, Barbie, and Polly Pocket made up most of these. He missed his boy toys even when he was a man. He missed playing with G.I. Joe and Micro Machines, and had to stomach these. He didn’t have a computer anymore so these were the only things to help him pass the time.

After a while, he got up from his bed, put on his angry face, and ventured downstairs to the kitchen where Carrie stood at the stove making macaroni and cheese. Carrie heard Vern coming and didn’t even bother to look at him when she asked, “So who is your friend?”

Vern, expecting it would come to this and too exhausted to try to skirt the situation, said with a sigh, “Her name is Jill. She was nice to me on the bus. She’s in my class.” then he folded his arms on the table and dropped his head down as if he was about to take a nap.

Carrie could barely contain her joy. But she had to check. She wanted to coy Vern into being more girly without him noticing it, then show him how girly he had become sometime later.

“What’s wrong with your nails?” she asked.

“What?” Vern said, raising his head looking rather annoyed.

“Your nails are filthy,” Carrie persisted, “Did you wash your hands at all today?”

Vern looked skeptical and looked at his nails, bending his fingers in towards his palm to look at them. They were just as clean and polished pink as they were the previous day. Carrie’s smile drooped a little bit. He didn’t look at his nails the way girls did, extending each finger out with the back of the hand facing up. But Carrie didn’t let the con make itself known. “Go wash your hands young lady,” she said, “It’s almost time for lunch.”

“I’m not a young lady!” Vern said angrily but got up and went to the sink without further instruction. Carrie ignored him, and he didn’t blame her. After seeing what he looked like in his panties and constantly hearing his own girlish voice it was becoming more and more difficult to disagree.

The next day at school went just as smoothly as the first day had, with Vern getting every question right on any assignment given to them in Math and gloating internally at his more highly educated brain. Jill, of course was happy that Vern let her cheat on a few really hard questions, but Vern told her to do some on her own. He had, of course, been around the block once before in life, and hated stupidity above all other things. Well, maybe he hated witches a little more.

He was happy to get on the bus and go to school that day, as he looked forward to seeing Jill and talking to her. Jill led some conversations, but Vern included himself more and more, and the two seemed to bond together quite well.

On the bus ride home, Jill offered the first truly deciding ice breaker of any friendship relationship.

“Do you want to hang out sometime?” she had asked. And Vern responded with a “sure”, despite the fact that he knew he would receive extra teasing and torture from Carrie once she found out. They exchanged phone numbers and laughed happily together about other little girl things which Vern pretended to have knowledge and interest in.

Then from behind them, the voice of the boy who had teased Vern the previous day sounded from above them. “Oh, looks like Jilly and her friend are gonna have a date!” He was leaning over the seat looking down at Jill and Vern. “My brother says that anyone who goes on a date with a girl will get cooties! I guess you will have two cooties each!” and the boy laughed with his friend who sat next to him.

“It’s not a date!” Jill said in defense, “We’re just gonna hang out!”

“Jill you don’t have friends!” The boy said, bringing Jill close to tears. Before he knew what he was doing, Vern was practically standing up in his seat looking directly at the boy.

“What’s your name?” He asked angrily.

“Tom,” he responded, a little surprised as he was not expecting any retort.

“Well Tom,” Vern said careful to censor himself, “you’re brother only says that girls have cooties because he’s to much of a loser to have a girlfriend! And you’ll never have a girlfriend either you big jerk! Now apologize to Jill because she’s twice the person you are.”

Tom looked stunned. Nearly the entire bus had stopped its conversations to watch the argument. Vern didn’t even realize it, but he was holding Tom by the scruff of his shirt, and Tom soon stammered an apology.

“You two little brats better pipe down or I’ll call both of your parents!” yelled the bus driver. Tom sat down in his seat and Vern sat back down next to Jill who was wide-eyed and open-mouthed, staring at Vern.

“Wooowww!” she said dumbfounded, “You’re really brave Veronica. Tom has been a big meany-head bully since pre-kindergarten. Not nobody stands up to him.”

Vern looked at Jill. “I’m not nobody,” He said, “and neither are you. He shouldn’t say things like that about you. I don’t care who he is.”

For a long time Vern and Jill looked at each other. The awkward silence between them was almost tangible. Finally, Jill broke the silence by saying, “Thanks”.

“What are friends for?” asked Vern and Jill smiled. “You wanna come over tomorrow?” Vern asked to start up conversation again. He hardly cared how badly he would be teased by Carrie.

“OK! I?ll call you after school tomorrow,” said Jill happily. By that time, the bus had arrived at Vern’s stop, and before he could get up, Jill grabbed him and hugged him, which Vern did not hesitate to return.

Vern walked off the bus and met Carrie at the car, giving one last look at the bus before it left, and he saw Jill waving through the window.

“Is that your friend?” Asked Carrie in a sneering little voice as she buckled Vern into the seat.

“Yeah,” said Vern quite matter-of-factly. He threw Carrie a “I dare you to make fun of her” look before he continued on.

“And I just asked her if she wanted to come over tomorrow”

To be continued