First impressions are often correct. My first impression of my new step-father was
that he was arrogant, conceited and that he viewed me as an inconvenience. I was right.
Unfortunately my spectacular failure in my exams gave him the chance to
ship me off to Birchwood.
First impressions are often wrong. When I saw the paperwork for Birchwood I assumed
it was a girls’ college that had decided to admit boys…
I met my form tutor Miss Jones on arrival. Her first words to me were ‘you must be Lexie-Ann’.
When I corrected her, pointing out I was
Alex, she looked at me as if I were stupid. In her office, when my step-father was with
the Headmistress, she explained with great clarity my mistake. I would dress and behave as a girl or be
punished; I had signed the consent form.
It was true I hadn’t read it.
I spent last night in a single room, reserved for newly
arrived ‘special girls’. It had the bed, a dressing table - empty – and a
wardrobe – also empty. My clothes – all of
them have been taken from me. All I had to
wear are white cotton knickers and a short white cotton nightie. I felt stupid, but I put them on. On the bed was a fashion magazine. I read some of it – pastel shades are in this
summer apparently.
Tomorrow I will be given my uniform…
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