Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 7

"Evelyn, you go with Alejandro, Girl. He has something he wants to show you. Good night, Alejandro."

"Good night, Sir." Alejandro took Dominick and ushered him away and out into the cool night air.

Marcus looked at them leave. "Brrr, I hope little Evelyn doesn't catch cold going out like that. Emma, I think you and I can stay right here in the living room. No one will bother us here. We'll be alone, just you and me, all right." Joshua was glad he didn't have to freeze his little balls off outside. "Come, let's sit here in front of the fireplace. Marcus threw a couch cushion on the floor, sat down and leaned back against the couch. Then he patted his lap. Josh knew he was supposed to sit there. "Now, are you warm enough, Darling?" Josh nodded. "Good." They sat there a long time in silence looking at the fire. Josh noticed Marcus never made a move to reach into his nightie, although that certainly wouldn't be difficult to do. The man simply wrapped his warm arms around the scantily clad boy and held him.

"You know, Emma? Your mother and father are very nice." Josh nodded. "They told me they're very excited about this month. They can't wait to see you again."

"I miss them also, Sir."

"But they know you're going to be so much different at the end of July. That's why they can't wait."

"Oh, I see." Josh couldn't understand why his parents signed him up for this crazy school. Why the hell did they want him to pretend he was a girl?

"Yes, Girl, when you get home, they're going to be waiting to see you. I know you're going to make them very happy."

They sat a long time in silence again.

"You know what your mother told me, Emma? She said every Jewish mother hopes her daughter will marry a fine man." Josh's mind was trying to analyze the information. Was this his mother's idea then? "I'm sure you've heard that."

"Yeah, they want their girls to marry doctors or lawyers or stuff like that." Josh's grades were lousy in school. No matter how many tutors his parents hired, he never got the kinds of grades that showed any potential for becoming a doctor or a lawyer. He'd be lucky to graduate high school. College was out of the question, and of course, in his family, that was a disgrace for a son.

"Yes, Doctors make good husbands. So do lawyers. But there's someone else a mother would like to have her daughter marry even more." Josh looked at him and frowned. What the hell was he driving at? "Emma, do you have any idea who would be an even greater catch than a doctor or a lawyer for a nice Jewish girl like you?" Joshua shrugged. "Really, no idea, Emma?" Josh shook his head. "Well, then I'll tell you, but when I say it, you're going to think Duh, I knew that. The best husband for a Jewish daughter is a rabbi, Emma." Josh opened his mouth. He almost said, Duh, I knew that. "That's right, Emma Darling. Haven't you ever dreamed of marrying a rabbi, Girl?" Josh shook his head. Honestly, that thought had never once crossed his twelve-year old mind. "Well, perhaps not. Because until today, you didn't realize you were a girl, so of course, that would have been an odd dream. But there's someone you know who already knew you were a girl." Now Josh was really confused. "He's been watching you, and admiring you, and thinking when that little girl finishes high school, she'll make someone a wonderful wife." Josh stretched his mind, trying to think of everyone he knew. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine who the hell Marcus was talking about. He couldn't stand the suspense any longer.

"Who?"

Marcus held the child closer. He knew he was about to lay some heavy stuff on little Emma. He whispered, "Rabbi Feinstein."

Josh jumped up, pulling out of the embrace. His stupid nightie didn't even begin to hide his circumcised cock but he didn't care. "What the hell? Feinstein?" He knew the middle aged leader of his community was single, but he never took him for a pedo pervert. Joshua started pacing the living room, muttering. Hell, he's been watching me? Hell, he's been admiring me? Hell, he knew I was a girl? Hell, he... Josh spun around to face Marcus. "You mean fuckin Feinstein wants to marry me, for Christ' sake?"

"Emma, Emma, Darling." Marcus stood up and hugged Josh who after all that needed a hug. "I know this was a big shock to you. But you shouldn't use the F word to describe your future husband, Child. And a good Jewish girl like you certainly doesn't call on Christ, now does she." Josh was crying. Everything he thought was right about his world had been turned over on its head. "You should be very proud, Emma, that you caught the eye of this wonderful rabbi, even before you knew you were Emma, hehe. If you still have any doubts about being a girl, this should clinch it for you. Your wise rabbi knew it all along. Rabbis go to school you know and they're very smart. He came to your parents and asked them for your hand. He promised he could make a good life for you. A respectable life. You will be the envy of every jewess in the synagogue. Of course, your parents agreed."

Josh pulled away again. "They what? Are we living in the middle ages? They arranged my marriage without asking me?"

"Now, now, Emma. Think about it. What if they HAD asked you about this last month, or last week, or yesterday even? You would have told them they were crazy. I bet you would even have said they were effing crazy. Because until today, you thought you were Joshua, a boy. You weren't ready for such good news, Emma." Josh collapsed on to the floor and Marcus gathered him back on to his lap. He gave the child a long time to process the information. Finally, he said, "And do you know what else, Emma?" Josh couldn't imagine. His brain had run dry. "Do you know who told me your real name was Emma, little Girl?"

"Who?"

"Rabbi Feinstein."

Josh stared up at him again. "So you talked to him too?" Marcus nodded. "And you told him you were going to change me into a girl so I could marry him when I'm older."

"No, I can't change you into a girl, Emma. You're a girl already. The rabbi knows that. So do your parents. And now you know it also, Emma. No matter what your brain might be thinking, in your heart of hearts, you know that you are really Emma."

Josh began to whisper,
"I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is Emma."

Over and over he said it, getting louder each time. Meanwhile, his head was thinking it out. It's true, he was so stupid he had no decent prospects to be a success in life. It's true, he had just entered puberty and hadn't even fucked any girl yet. It's true, he wanted more than anything else to make his mother happy and his father proud. Maybe this is the answer after all.

"Marcus, does he really want to make me his wife?"

"Yes, Girl, he really does."

"And you can teach me how to be a good wife?"

"I can do that, Emma."

"Then, here!" Josh lifted up his nightie and presented his ass to the man. "Show me how to give my girl cunt to him, Marcus.

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