The Prissy Princess Correctional Club

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He showed them the assignment in the book with instructions to draw his ideal Champion Girl spouse and with trepidation shared among the three, he opened the artbook to the other drawing.  He did this one in a more realistic portrait style.  However, he very slightly exaggerated every subtle difference the twins themselves saw every time they both looked in a mirror. Now they popped out and were highlighted in detail making them look ever so slightly more distinct.  There was no doubt, it was something nobody had ever done.  Not even Shawna himself in his little comic book.  He had drawn them as identical where they were identical and unique where they were unique.  It was distinct enough that even a stranger could use it to tell them apart if they had it as a guide without needing the birthmark. 

He drew them standing up for him in the Cuddleball Coliseum in their Space Camp uniforms with stomachs both covered.  Their hands pointed defiantly in the sky.  He labeled one Karen and he labeled one Diane.  He laughed, knowing that at the time he had failed to tell them apart when they had then turned around to help him off the stool.  Now he knew he would never fail to tell them apart again.  Now he could consciously see what his subsconscious alone had previously picked up on. 

It wouldn’t be possible to draw them like that out of fear.  It was like what Little Miss Antonia had kept saying about cooking and family.  When the twins looked at the drawing, it was nourishment for the soul. Sharing and creativity was a gift that brought true friends and family closer together.  If you were open and genuine enough to bare your soul with an audience small or large, you could take that pain you feel inside of you, or that love and joy, and you could make it physical and real so people could see it and share in it.  And when you take the pain out of yourself that way, and you see people can understand and empathise, well it starts to hurt a little less. 

The three hugged tightly. 

“Are you suggesting, Shawny, what I think you are?” Karen, the one with the slightly quirky smile that always hid a hint of a laugh just under the surface asked.

“Why not?” Shawna asked.  “They’re short on Prissy Princesses anyway.  Either they share or the Champion Girls find someone from, well, outside.  They won’t like that. It’ll cause trouble.  They’ve been promised Prissy Princesses who know what their Regal Responsibilities are and are fully ready to take them on, for real.   Uncorrected men aren’t ready for that, even the ones who think they are wouldn’t like it when they found out the Champion Girl isn’t playing games with them about it.”

“Maybe Shawny but,” Karen sighed. 

Diane, the one whose nose pinched up every time she concentrated continued, “It’s time we told you the truth, Shawny, about why we bullied you.”

Karen nervously nodded. 

They spoke together.  “We were fighting over you.”

“We didn’t want to share, we were jealous of each other,” Karen went on.

Diane continued, “And it was splitting us apart.”

Karen went on, “So we kind of…”

Diane added, “Took it out on you.  If we played nasty tricks on you instead of each other, well, it was just easier for us.  You mean the world to both of us, Shawny.  But we can’t share your love that way. Sharing a best friend is one thing, sharing that kind of love is something else.”

Karen added, “So when Nana reminded us how horrible we were being to you the night of your Prissy Princess Special Ceremony, we knew we had to find a different solution.”

The twins looked embarrassed. “We flipped a coin, Shawny. One of us agreed to get over you and actually has their eye on someone else, one of us gets to have you.”

“Don’t I get a say on this?” he asked, upset.  “Which one of you is over me?” he asked, somehow a little offended despite the bizarre situation. 
 
“You can’t even tell your two best mates apart?” Karen asked, deflecting with a weak smile.

They sat down together.  Shawna started to draw again.  As he drew he realized he did know which was over him and which wasn’t.  He remembered several months of closely whispered conversations at the lunch table because Karen was going on and on about this and that about Baby Miss Antonia and didn’t want him to hear.  His appearance, his behavior, especially how she loved that he was starting to look and act just like Shawna right down to the hair.

In the first panel he drew Diane kicking a sobbing Little Miss Antonia while he was down.  In the next he drew Little Miss Antonia being gently helped to his feet by Karen with a look of concern, not mockery or anger, in her eyes.  This was the only time he had ever seen The Twin Tormentors in a fight when they didn’t fight together as a team.  Karen held back, she didn’t want to hit Little Miss Antonia.

“I can’t believe it,” Junior Miss Shawna said as he showed the twins the drawing, “One of my Little Miss friends stole one of my girlfriends.  That has to be PPBB, doesn’t it?”

The triplets laughed together.  Diane kissed him on the cheek and held his hand.  From that day forward, at mealtimes the three of them did not sit together with Shawna in the middle. They sat with Shawna and Antonia in the middle and Karen and Diane each on the outside with their future Prissy Princess spouse close by their side.  The triplets had become the quadruplets.

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THE MOST IMPORTANT RESPONSIBILITY OF A PRISSY MISS IS TO LEARN HOW TO BE THE PERFECT PRISSY MRS. FOR YOUR FUTURE CHAMPION GIRL SPOUSE.  YOUR CHAMPION GIRL SPOUSE WILL BE JUDGED BY HOW WELL HER PRISSY MRS. KEEPS HER HOME.

Champion Girls work very hard in difficult fields, as a Prissy Mrs. your role is to support your Champion Girl spouse and make sure your home is a happy and comfortable space. A Prissy Princess Dream Extreme Prissy Mrs. is an idyllic oasis of shade and comfort and rest for his Champion Girl spouse.  Your Champion Girl spouse will sacrifice herself for you and your children, whether Champion Girls or Prissy Princesses, every day in a harsh world. In your Prissy Princess Dream Extreme workbook, write about the most important things you can do to support your Champion Girl spouse.  In your Prissy Princess Dream Extreme art book, draw a picture of an idyllic family scene.  :D

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Epilogue: Prissy Princess Special Projects

More than a decade later, Prissy Mrs. Shawna and his Champion Girl spouse Diane were invited to visit the CGPC/PPCC Board of Directors in Clearwater along with Karen and her spouse Prissy Mrs. Antonia.   Karen and Diane soared through high school and college following the advanced and aggressive schedule laid out for the well trained and well disciplined Champion Girls.  They entered the Air Force to train as fighter pilots, and hoped to move on to being test pilots or astronauts one day.  It would lead to a lot of travel, but Shawna and Antonia were well suited for the role of dutiful military homemakers.  Luckily, Karen and Diane would always be stationed in the same locations.  This was thanks to some political pressure from the organization formerly known as the CGPC/PPCC which was now more simply referred to collectively as, “The Family.”  This was said to be because of how tight knit and close the community was and how they were united around a bizarre and unique set of strict family values. 

The vast majority of the young people who entered the program for academic or legal rehabilitation seemed to make a long term commitment to the organization’s values, which made it seem more like a pseudo religion than a rehabilitation program.   However, the world, especially America, was used to strange little groups of people living lives their own way.  People tended not to care unless they felt those organizations were trying to force their values on the rest of society.  That is, of course, why The Family was being so extremely patient and careful as they proceeded with their decades long plan to do just that.

Groups like the military seemed like excellent places to begin building influence.  Foreign languages were added to the Prissy Princess curriculums and Prissy Princesses were heavily discouraged from treating them as headache material like math or science even if they seemed hard at first. Fluency in several languages was added as a requirement to participate in the World Participation Cup of Cuddleball.  It was clear that open and empathetic Prissy Princesses took well to the study, as foreign Prissy Princess cultural exchange had worked out wonderfully even at the very first Prissy Princess All-Star retreat. 

More and more schools were founded.  Prissy Mrs. Shawna and Prissy Mrs. Antonia helped found the first Prissy Princess Correctional Club schools in Germany.  They helped found the first school in Italy, where Prissy Mrs. Antonia had to be given a family and friend intervention to make sure he stayed appropriately slim and waifish.  They helped found the first PPCC school in South Korea.  Prissy Mrs. Shawna was distraught to find out the organization could find no way to found a school in North Korea as well, but was told that one day he could go if they ever tried. 

They were doing this now all while taking care of a child of their own.  Karen had given Antonia a little Champion Girl to take care of and Diane had blessed Shawna with a Baby Miss of his own.  Antonia felt a tinge jealous of the Baby Miss.  He would get to go through life without the original sin of spending time living as an uncorrected boy in the doomed patriarchal society. This meant he would never be mocked or broken or forced to act like a monster.  He would be loved and protected and coddled for his whole life. 

Now they were all returning together to Clearwater for several months.  His sister, who had passed medical school at the top of her class of course, was proposing something called the Prissy Princess Special Projects.  It turned out the PPSP was what Cindy had been building her life towards.  The current Prissy Princess methods had an extremely good track record at converting uncorrected boys into Prissy Princesses. However, Cindy argued that the processes they used were, though tried and tested, too slow to get the job done in the timeframe required for their plans of matriarchal revolution led by The Family to be achieved in their lifetimes. 

She said she was ready to begin testing on a better way.  She promised that if The Family’s Board of Directors would fund her experiments, one day she could deliver to them a perfect Prissy Princess from an uncorrected boy or man in a single day.  As proof she presented her brother Prissy Mrs. Shawna.  The perfect epitome of the future gender they were trying to create out of men, and one Cindy had legendarily helped to create almost entirely in a single day.  She also presented Prissy Mrs. Antonia, who she had broken in one Prissy Princess Special Therapy session, impressive even after he had endured a lower intensity version of the program for a year.  She reminded them how much her plan to capture Prissy Mrs. Antonia’s father had furthered their goals. 

There was some trepidation among the Board.  She was proposing very radical and ethically questionable experimentation.  She wanted to test out extreme facial feminization surgeries.  She wanted to test much harder drugs for hypnosis and behavior modification.  Drugs a lot harder and potentially more dangerous than the completely harmless non-addictive one used in the Prissy Princess Special Treats or the simple nausea inducing drug used in the Prissy Princess Special Therapy.  Some of the drugs she proposed using were not even designed for human use.  She wanted to test hypnosis so strong it would be able to render a male completely harmless even if he had access to weapons.  He would be unable to even consider using them.  The thought of the possibility of committing violence would simply never occur.  Violence would be permanently taken out of the male gender’s hands and women would have a complete monopoly on force.

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She even wanted to start testing out the impact of sexual reassignment surgery on unwilling males to see how they would adjust to the change.  Some of the more extremist factions of The Family actually supported this on a large scale as the ultimate symbol of the male gender’s total emasculation.

Many of the Board saw value in the work she was proposing, but they were still too afraid of potential blowback if what they did was ever found out. If their revolutionary plot was exposed before they were ready, it would fail in a crushing blow of patriarchal backlash.  Their influence was far from where it needed to be to execute their total coup.

Cindy proposed an alternative for board members. She said she would fund the experiments herself by charging wealthy enough people for her services as if she was an independent business.  All she needed from the Board was referrals and help covering up if anything ever went wrong.   All of the Board members were wealthy and influential radical feminists, they all knew where they might find such people.  People separated a bit from their own circles but still trending towards their values might have reasons to want to feminize a troublesome son or husband.  Cindy had an excellent track record of success. It seemed likely that she knew exactly what she was doing.  Prissy Mrs. Shawna and Prissy Mrs. Antonia really were precisely the sort of loyal and subservient Prissy Princesses they all wanted after all. 

Their marriages were held up as proof that dreams can come true for all the Champion Girls upset they had not yet married a Prissy Princess of their own.  Despite this, the patience of the Champion Girls would only last so long.  If a faster method was potentially available, they reasoned they had to take it. 

The idea was approved.  A few months later Cindy showed Prissy Mrs. Shawna the first five she would work on.  The fifth and final of them was a very petite teenaged boy who had striking red hair.  “Oh, I love this one, Miss Cindy,” he smiled up at her.

“Yeah, Shawna, me too.  That’s why I’m saving him for last.” She smiled back at her brother. “He’s going to be my masterpiece and convince the Board to fully fund the project.”

Shawna dreamily did what he did every time he saw an uncorrected boy. He tried to guess what his Prissy Princess special unique title could be, “He could be the Prissy Princess of...Vanilla Red Velvet. Or...Strawberry Cream Surprises. Or...Pearl Apple Tutus.”

“Sorry, Shawna. The Prissy Princess Special Projects don’t get to have a Prissy Princess special unique title.”

Shawna looked sad.

“But don’t worry, Shawna, they’ll all be Prissy Princesses where it counts.  On the inside, they’ll be nothing but sugar and spice and flowers and fun, just like you are. I’ll make sure of it.  You’re really the inspiration for the whole project, Shawna.  Everything I learned from correcting you is going into the process I’ll be using with them.  They’ll all be your sisters, in a way.”

Shawna nodded and smiled at the idea.  He thanked his sister for the honor, “Thank you, Miss Cindy!”

A small part of him, however, wondered how Cindy had so strongly and permanently mistook his obsession with the twins and theirs with him as primarily orbiting around his fear of them. It was clear to all three of them now that it had always really been rooted in hurt feelings surrounding their mutual young love triangle. If she was so brilliant and knew his mind so well, why didn’t she see that? What else did she get wrong about him that even he wasn’t aware of because he just blindly believed her smart sounding explanations that were so far above his head?  What could she get wrong when she went about her Prissy Princess Special Projects?

His long ago realization that she was simply a sadist and not a true believer like the Board of Directors or his mother, that she was too sick inside to even see love for what it was, flicked into his mind momentarily, before he returned to thinking about other things. Happier thoughts. He loves his sister with all his heart and she loves him. She’s the best sister in the world.  Without her, he never could have been a Prissy Princess and he loved being a Prissy Princess with all his heart. He would be loyal to her for as long as he lived, even if he lived a million billion years.

That night he sat by the window looking out into the darkness, feeling the warm humid Florida air.  He rocked back and forth with his own adorable Baby Miss in his arms.  He had been caring for the child almost entirely himself ever since Diane returned to duty a few weeks after the birth. 

He whispered the words he used to calm his Prissy Princess baby son.  He hoped his words carried on the air out the window and that a whisper of them would find their way out to the Prissy Princess Special Projects, wherever they were, and that all of them would one day find comfort and peace and love in their new roles as well.

He whispered, “Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place.  Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place.  Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place.  Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place. Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place.”



THE END



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