By the time Vanessa and Jonchelle arrived at English, there were already a few students in their seats. Of course, they didn’t really recognise anyone at first because they were all dressed differently and most of the boys had wigs on or hair extensions. To Jonchelle’s surprise, though, there were a few boys in the class who had decided not to take part in the town-wide resolution.
Mike “The Moose” Matthews, a member of the football team, sat in his usual spot, arms folded wearing his varsity jacket and a pair of denim jeans. He looked rather uncomfortable and he rolled his eyes as Jonchelle and Vanessa entered.
“Great, another pair of sissys,” he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for them to hear. “Has this whole town gone crazy?”
Jonchelle glanced at Vanessa, who looked angry. She walked over to him.
“Who are you calling a sissy? If anything, you’re the one who’s a sissy, dressing up in girl’s clothes.”
“These aren’t girl’s clothes!” Mike retorted. “These are boy’s clothes, clothes that you two should be wearing. Not skirts and dresses.”
“I think that the rest of the school would disagree with you, Moose.”
“Is there a problem, girls?” Vanessa turned around briefly and saw that the teacher for this class had walked in.
“Mike called me and Jonchelle sissies. Just because we’re wearing our normal clothing.”
The teacher looked over towards Mike and frowned.
“I see. Miss Matthews, I would suggest that you behave from now on, unless you want to get detention?”
Mike stared at the teacher. “But, but...they’re the ones breaking the school rules, dressing in girls’ clothing! And I’m a guy! It’s Mister Matthews, not Miss!”
“Not from how I see it young lady. One more word from you and you’ll have detention.”
Mike stood up. “Fine! Put me in detention. I’m not going to be taught by a sissy who can’t tell a boy from a girl.” Before the teacher could say another word, he stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
The teacher looked at the class, who looked back at her, all equally in shock. The teacher recovered and smoothed her skirt before continuing.
“Well, I shall have to have words with the principal about her behavior. We can’t have students like that in the school. Now, where were we? Ah, yes.”
“Although you may not recognize me, I’m Mr. Rowlett, although I go by Mrs. Fleming now.” It was so weird, even for Jonchelle, to see familiar faces having transformed seemingly overnight, much as she had. “I recognize some of you and I also see some new faces, so, why don’t we start by taking roll?”
