This is my first story in this genre. If you people like it I’ll continue it and develop the characters further.
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“Good morning, class,” Miss Harris announced with a smile as she stepped into the brightly lit classroom, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. The room was filled with the gentle hum of young voices and the rustling of notebooks being opened.
“I am your new teacher, and I am here to implement the new curriculum.”
Miss Harris’s voice was firm yet playful as she surveyed the room. The students sat at their desks, a mix of excitement and confusion on their faces. They had heard whispers about the changes in the school’s curriculum, but nothing could have prepared them for this.
“The basic idea is this.” She turned to the blackboard and started writing.
“1. Girls dominate boys.”
“2. Boys always obey and please girls.”
“3. Boys are toys for girls to play with.”
“4. Girls own boys.”
Miss Harris wrote the four rules of the new curriculum on the blackboard, her handwriting as sharp and precise as her heels. She turned around to face the classt. “This year, you girls are going to learn how to embrace your natural power and have fun doing it.” The girls looked a little puzzled.
“I know you’ve all heard about this. But the actual practice is difficult to grasp without some experience. So listen carefully now, girls and boys.”
“In our new society, boys have no rights. They exist to please girls, and for girls to enhance their self-confidence by using them as toys. That means that whatever a girl wants is the law for all boys, and whatever she tells them to do is to be done immediately.”
“To establish this, let us begin with something simple. Girls, please choose a boy you like and sit next to him.”
The girls chose their favorite boys. There was some argument around about the cuter boys, but Miss Harris never let it grow into a fight: she gently resolved conflicts by assigning a disputed boy to the girl who looked and sounded more in charge, and gently told the other to look for another boy. As the class had the same number of boys and girls — five each –, all girls eventually found a boy to play with.
“Now let’s do a little exercise to assert dominance. I want each girl to flick the nose of the boy she chose.”
Boys and girls felt both a little embarrassed. But Janet, one of the girls, smiled and did as Miss Harris had instructed: she flicked her boy’s nose, and then turned to Miss Harris.
“Very good…” Miss Harris consulted her notes. “Janet. So, Janet, how did you feel?”
“It was weird, Miss Harris.” Janet’s voice was a mix of excitement and trepidation. “But kind of… fun?”
“What made it kind of fun?” Miss Harris asked.
“Well, he didn’t do anything back,” Janet said with a smirk, glancing at the reddening nose of the boy beside her.
“This is true,” Miss Harris said, “and your boy deserves a pat on the head for understanding that he shouldn’t do anything but simply let you do what you wanted. That’s rule 3 on the blackboard: Boys are toys for girls to play with. And what do we know about toys? Janet?”
Janet thought for a second. “I can do anything to it and it won’t do anything back.”
Miss Harris added a plus sign next to Janet’s name. A girl worth supporting, Miss Harris thought. “Indeed. And boys, you are not supposed to react in any way when the girls play with you, no matter what they do. Is that understood?”
Janet’s boy said “Yes, ma’am”, followed by a couple of other boys who said the same. But some said nothing.
“Good. Now girls, please follow Janet’s example and flick your boys’ noses.”
Miss Harris observed the classroom as the girls started flicking the boys’ noses. “Again, girls! Don’t be shy, this is a self-confidence exercise, to show you that you can do what you want with the boys without any fear.” Even Janet, who had already done the exercise, was doing it again, with a smirk on her face as she looked at her boy. Miss Harris smiled at her, and patted her head.
Soon all the girls were also smiling and smirking at their boys, even winking at them. The boys’ noses were red; some of them also had red cheeks. Interestingly, though, none of the boys seemed displeased, and two of them were smiling back at their girls. Miss Harris rewarded both with signs of approval.
“Very good, class! Now let’s try a different exercise. I want each girl to hold her boy’s head and turn it left and right, left and right, as you would a doll.”
The girls looked puzzled. What was that for?
“This is another simple exercise to show girls that they have control; see rule 4 on the blackboard. Boys, do not offer resistance: let the girls play with your heads, because, ultimately, they belong to the girls, not to you boys. And girls, if you feel like turning their heads up or down, feel free to do it.”
Miss Harris demonstrated by approaching a random boy in the first row and placing her hands on either side of his head, turning it smoothly from side to side, as if examining a prize at a county fair. The boy sat still, his eyes wide and the beginning of a smile on his lips..
“It’s all about establishing dominance,” Miss Harris said, her voice calm and soothing/ “It’s like saying, ‘You’re mine to play with, and you’ll do as I say, because it’s fun for me.'”
All the girls started imitating her. After a while, satisfied with the results, Miss Harris said:
“OK, girls, now let’s combine both exercises. I want you all to turn your boy’s head so he is facing directly at you, and then flick his nose. Boys, I want you all to then look down and say ‘Thank you!’ in a shy voice to the girl who flicked your nose.”
Janet couldn’t stop a laugh. Another girl — Emily was her name — smiled and said, “I begin to see the logics in these exercises.”
Miss Harris nodded approvingly. “It’s all about dominance and empowerment. Come on, class, let’s do it.”
The girls giggled as they turned their boys’ heads and flicked their noses, the boys responding with shy a “Thank you” and eyes downcast. Miss Harris moved through the aisles, watching the interactions with a keen eye.
Emily’s boy’s “Thank you” sounded particularly funny, which made her giggle. Janet, who overheard him, also giggled at her own boy. The giggles were contagious: soon all boys were saying “Thank you” with funny tones of voices, and the girls were laughing at them.
“Very good, class! Now, what exactly are you doing?”
A girl called Claudia said, “we’re laughing at the boys’ silly faces and voices.”
“Yes! They’re so silly, aren’t they? They deserve your laughs. You are mocking them, and that is part of what girls can do to boys. It’s another way of “owning” them, as rule 4 says. Now, how do we mock them?”
Claudia thought fast. “We tell them they are silly?”
“Yes!” Miss Harris said, and patted Claudia on the head. “I see my class is full of smart girls that make me proud!” Claudia, and also Janet and Emily, smiled and blushed a little.
Claudia turned to her boy. “You’re silly, Jimmy!”
The other girls laughed, and Jimmy blushed, eyes still on the floor. Miss Harris said:
“That’s good, Claudia. But you can go further. See, one way to mock boys is to give them silly, funny names. Why don’t we do that? Why don’t we pick good funny names for our boys? I don’t care if they are ‘really’ Jimmy or Stevie or Johnny — we’ll give them better names, won’t we girl?”
“YES!” all girls said.
“So let’s go. And don’t forget–these names are meant to mock them, so make them as funny as possible.”
Miss Harris took Claudia’s boy — Jimmy — to the front. “What shall we call this boy with the silly voice?”
The class chuckled, throwing out ideas: “Mr. Whinypants!” “Buttercup!” “Squeaky!” But he was Claudia’s boy, so Miss Harris looked at her for approval. “What do you think, Claudia?”
“Hmmm… No… I think his name is Dummy.”
“Why, Claudia?”
“Because he’s really dumb!” She giggled, then pointed at him. “Look at his stupid face!”
Miss Harris nodded. “Very creative, Claudia. Now, Dummy,” she said, addressing the boy, “repeat your new name for the class.”
Dummy stepped forward. “Hi! I’m Dummy!” and smiled. The girls were now laughing and pointing at him.
“That’s good! Now, Claudia, what do you think — is there something we could do to make him look even sillier and funnier? That makes mocking more effective.”
Claudia thought. “What if he kneels down in front of the class before introducing himself?”
Miss Harris’ smile broadened. “Very good! And here’s another suggestion: let’s write his name on one of those post-it squares and glue it to his forehead. Won’t that make him look even dumber?”
Claudia’s eyes were shining. “Yes. YES! Let’s do it, Miss Harris!”
His Harris took a number of post-it notes and a marker. Claudia wrote “Dummy!” with an exclamation point on one of them, and then glued it to Dummy’s forehead. To make sure it wouldn’t fall off, Miss Harris added some scotch tape on the borders. Then she looked at Claudia. “Well, he’s your boy. Tell him what to do!”
“Me? Oh… OK, Miss Harris.” Claudia was a bit nervous. To make her feel better, Miss Harris took her hand. Claudia turned to the boy.
“OK, ahn… now… ahn… kneel down, and introduce yourself, Dummy!”
Dummy’s eyes widened a bit, but he did as he was told, sinking to his knees with a thump. The class giggled at his obedience.
“Dummy,” Claudia called out with a grin, “say your new name for everyone to hear!” Miss Harris let go of her hand, satisfied to see her confidence grow.
Dummy looked up at the class, the post-it still on his forehead, and said, “My name is Dummy, and I’m here to make you all laugh!”
Most girls were laughing uproariously at the silliness of the entire situation. Claudia took Dummy’s head, which was now at the level of her stomach, and moved it around a bit, and finished with a squeeze on his cheeks, giving him pouty lips. Hm, I see the exercises worked, Miss Harris thought.
“Look at his silly face! He’s really dumb, isn’t he?” she said to the others. They made OK signs with their hands; one of them, a girl called Elza, clapped her hands as she laughed. Others were pointing at Dummy while laughing at him.
“Very well, Claudia! Now, Dummy, thank Claudia for your new name.”
“Thanks, Claudia, for my new name!”
Miss Harris sounded displeased. “No, boy. You have to show respect! That makes you even more laughable. Thank your lady for your name, your true name!”
Dummy was a bit surprised, but the blushing on his face indicated not simply embarrassment, but, strangely, also pleasure. Still kneeling, he turned to Claudia, who had already taken her hand off his face.
“Thank you very much, my lady, for this new name you gave me — my true name!” He stretched out his hand, as if asking Claudia for hers; and, when she put her hand on his, he took it to his lips and kissed it. Seeing all this — including the post-it with “Dummy!” written on it on his forehead — even Miss Harris couldn’t repress a chuckle. That was more than I had expected, she thought; I guess Dummy does like Claudia…
“From now on, boys, call the girl who chose you your ‘lady.’ Lady Claudia, lady Emily, lady Janet, lady Elza, lady Shannon…” (Miss Harris was reading the female names on the list of students in her class). “OK, Miss Harris,” the boys all said.
“So, shall we now mock the other boys? Who wants to come next?”
Janet’s hand shot up. “I do!” she said.
As Claudia left the front of the class with Dummy and Janet approached it with her boy, the two girls high-fived each other, which elicited more giggles from the other girls. Miss Harris looked pleased:
“It is good to high-five other girls as you mock a boy,” she said. “After all, the mocking is a way of putting the boy in his place, or making him understand that he is subordinate to the girls. By high-fiving each other, the girls are acknowledging this, and considering it good. They, the girls, ‘won,’ they ‘defeated’ the boys. And that is the way it should be, because of rule 1: Girls dominate boys.”
Miss Harris turned to Janet. “So, what is your boy’s name?”
“I thought about it… looking at his face, he looks like a dog. So I decided to call him ‘Doggie.'”
Miss Harris nodded approvingly. “Wonderful, Janet. That does make him look silly. Any ideas on how to make him look and feel sillier and funnier, so the girls can mock him?”
Janet thought quickly. “I want him to say his name on all fours. And to bark after saying it.”
“Great, Janet! You have the right attitude. Come, help me with the post-it.” Janet wrote ‘Doggie’ on one of Miss Harris’ post-its and glued it to Doggie’s forehead, while Miss Harris added the scotch tape to make it more stable. “Now, what do you say to lady Janet, Doggie?”
Quickly remembering Dummy’s example, Doggie knelt down, took Janet’s hand and kissed it. “Thank you very much, lady Janet, for this new name! It captures my essence so well.”
“It sure does, Doggie. Now — introduce yourself to the class! Come on, get on all fours!”
Doggie looked around, slightly embarrassed, but did as Janet said. He bent down, his knees popping as he shifted his weight onto his palms and toes. The class watched in amazement as Janet’s face lit up with glee. “I’m Doggie, and I’m here to obey!” His bark at the end had the class in stitches. Miss Harris nodded, pleased with Janet’s creativity.
“You see, class, Janet has found a way to not only mock Doggie, but to also assert her dominance in a playful manner. I think she deserves applause for her efforts, don’t you agree?”
The whole class applauded Janet, who enjoyed the appreciation.
“Now, to further encourage Janet, I’d like to give her a present. Here!” And she took from her desk a little brown dog collar and a leash. “Won’t Doggie look just ridiculous with this dog collar on, while Janet parades him around on a leash?”
Doggie opened his mouth to protest, but Miss Harris stopped him. “A-a-a-a! A Doggie doesn’t talk, it barks. Bark, little Doggie!”
Confused, Doggie barked. Then he whimpered a little, and looked up to his lady with begging in his eyes.
Janet smiled. “No, Doggie. You have to wear your collar and your leash. After all, Doggies don’t roam free in this school. And think of how pathetic you’ll look, and how many girls will laugh at you. Isn’t that our goal?”
Doggie had to agree. He calmed down, and Janet put the collar on his neck and attached the leash to it. Then she stood up, towering over her little pet, and led him back to her seat.
“How about you, Emily? Do you have a name for your boy?”
“Yes, Miss Harris!” Emily came to the front of the class, her boy following her like a servant. They’re getting the idea, Miss Harris thought. Smart boys.
“This is an old ********* friend,” Emily said. “We used to play horsie together when we were kids. So I think his name should be Horsie.”
Miss Harris nodded with a war, smile. “Ah, a name that brings back memories. That’s a good choice, Emily. You’re mocking him with some pleasant memories, making him feel silly in the past as well as in the present. Well done!”
Miss Harris looked through the things in her desk drawers.
“Ah, yes, just what we need,” she said, pulling out a rubber horse’s nose and a pair of blinkers. She approached Emily and her boy. “Here you go, Horsie,” she said, placing the nose on the boy’s face. “Now you’re ready to play your part!” She turned to Emily. “And this, young lady, is for you! Enjoy.”
A riding crop.
Made of plastic, of course, Miss Harris thought. Let’s not weird out the girls… for the time being, this is all just good fun.
Miss Harris watched as Emily took the riding crop, her eyes wide. “Wow,” she said. She seemed a little embarrassed. To make her feel more comfortable, Miss Harris said: “It’s like a prop in a game, Emily. Like plastic guns when you’re playing cops and thieves. It shows you’re the one in charge, and Horsie is your faithful pet.”
Emily was feeling the crop, moving it around like a fairy with a magic wand. Miss Harris stepped back, watching the dynamics unfold. “So, Emily, tell Horsie what you want him to do.”
“Hmmm… First, let’s get his name on his forehead like the other boys.”
Miss Harris approved, handing the marker to Emily. Emily took iy and wrote ‘Horsie’ on a new post-it, sticking it firmly to the boy’s forehead. She took the scotch tape and wrapped it around the edges, just like Miss Harris had done with Dummy’s. Good, Miss Harris thought, I don’t have to do it myself anymore.
Like so many times in the past, when they were just kids, but this time with a certain note of urgency and perhaps nervousness, Emily said: “Get on all fours, Horsie.”
The boy obeyed. As if in a dream, Emily approached him and sat on his back. Horsie was strong enough to carry her weight, which relaxed Emily a little. She felt a little confused. This was a game from their early *********, and now she was doing it in front of everybody else? Like a ***** again?
Miss Harris took her hand. She could see Emily’s thoughts reflected on her face. “Now, Emily, think that you are in control — rule 1: girls dominate boys — and that the point is to play with Horsie — rule 3: boys are toys for girls to play with — in order to make the other girls laugh at him. He’s the one who should be embarrassed, not you.”
Emily nodded.
“Now tell Horsie what to do.” Miss Harris walked a couple of steps back, to give Emily room to regain her confidence. Emily closed her eyes for a second, and smiled. When she opened them again, she said:
“Horsie, tell your name to the others in class.”
Horsie lifted up his head, and walked a couple of steps forward with Emily riding his back. “Hi! I’m Horsie, an obedient pet, here to make you all laugh!” Horsie used a dummy voice, sticking out his tongue at the end and going “uffff!” like a real horse.
A couple of the girls laughed at his silly face. This gave Emily a little more courage.
“Now Horsie, you can no longer speak. Just neigh and whinny. Now go forward a little, toward , lower your head, and eat some of that grass!” She used the crop on his butt, while keeping herself steady on his back with her other hand. Horsie hissed a little, but then he neighed and carried her forward a few steps, stopping to eat the imaginary “grass” on the floor, right in front of where Janet was sitting with Doggie on the floor.
“Hi Emily,” Janet said. “Going for a ride?”
“Yeah… and I wanted to feed Horsie. Come on, Horsie, eat!” She hit his butt with the crop again, this time a little more strongly, but still playfully. Horsie went on pretending to eat from the floor, his head only a few inches away from Janet’s shoes.
“He’s not putting his heart into it,” said Janet. With a wicked smile, she placed her right foot on the back of Horsie’s head and pushed it down, until his nose touched the floor. Emily dismounted. “Thank you Janet!” The two of them laughed at Horsie, with his head trapped under Janet’s shoe.
The other girls approached. “Can we also hide Horsie, Emily?” said Claudia. She flicked Dummy’s nose again, as if to stress her question.
“Of course! You can all ride Horsie. That’s what he’s for!”
Miss Harris felt very satisfied. Discreetly, she took a picture of the three girls, making sure to get Horsie’s head under Janet’s foot. That goes to my report, she thought. A quite successful first lesson!
The other girls took turns hiding Horsie and hitting his butt with the riding crop. At first he made angry or pained noises, but soon enough he got into the dynamics of the game, and started having… fun?
Miss Harris was watching all this with a keen eye. “Remember, girls,” she said, “it’s all about having fun with the boys, and showing them that they are yours to command. If you show it clearly, the boys will have fun, too.”