Fed Up

[LauraVB]

With the commotion dying down outside, Abby resumed explaining what happened.  "So one day Rebecca finds out she's supposed to start tutoring this boy Doug from the grade ahead of us at school.  It wasn't unusual for her to tutor older kids. Most of them understood she could help with any question they had and she was naturally sweet and patient. She was starting to enjoy sharing the things she had learned and coming out of her shell with her older classmates.

"She was supposed to tutor him for the first time one day during his recess period but he didn't show up.  Rebecca came to me and asked what she should do. I thought he must have just gotten the schedule mixed up, so we told the principal he hadn't shown up and asked if they should go look for him.  They found him in the schoolyard bragging to a bunch of older boys that he didn't need any dumb little girl to teach him anything because boys were smarter than girls. 

"Well, of course Rebecca knew that couldn't be true or he wouldn't have been signed up for tutoring with her in the first place.  She marched right up to him and challenged him to prove he was smarter than her and that if he couldn't than he should start showing up to his lessons with her on time.  The Principal thought it would be a good way to teach the boys a lesson about thinking they were better than girls, not that anyone of them really needed it besides Doug.  The Principal brought them all inside and sketched some advanced college level math problem on the board.  The contest was to see who could solve it faster.

"Rebecca the little genius could do it in her head of course. Just to prove the point though she whistled cheerily as she wrote out the work on the chalkboard while standing on the little foot stool she used to reach it.  The board was placed higher for older children and she was shorter than average to begin with.  It only took her a few seconds.

"When it was Doug's turn he took one look at the problem and knew he had no idea what he was looking at.  Still for a minute or so he stared at it trying to figure out how to follow the numbers and symbols. He was almost crying and he threw down the chalk and ran from the room.  My sister couldn't believe he would be so childish.  Why not just admit she was smarter than him and that it had nothing at all to do with their genders?

"Well, from then on the Principal escorted him to his tutoring with Rebecca every single day at recess.  She did everything she could to be nice to him, but he was always mean, surly, and resentful to her like it was below his station to be taking instruction from her."

Wendy nodded along as Abby spoke.  This sounded exactly like her little sister.  All he could think of, was, "I'm a boy and boys are better than girls at everything. Girls are just weak pretty little toys for me to bother and annoy for my own amusement."  It was a juvenile and old fashioned way to think, but every time he saw something that proved it wrong, like a little girl who was way smarter than he was, rather than learn a lesson like other boys he would just lash out and try and hurt them.  It was as if he thought the ability to make them cry meant he was better than them somehow.

Abby continued explaining, "Eventually, his grades started to improve and Rebecca said it seemed like he was getting over it and actually starting to become friends with her.  But really, he was just gaining her confidence so he could pull a horrible, nasty little prank. You see, he was still bitter about being humiliated in front of the other boys by her demonstration of her vastly superior intellect so he wanted to try and trick her to try and prove that he was the smart one. 

"Like I said, Rebecca was socially naive.  As smart as she was, she didn't think a boy would just tell lies to her face to confuse and hurt her.  The thought never crossed her mind. All he did was prove he was a nasty, insecure, mean little creep."

"What did he do?" Wendy demanded, glaring towards the still squatting feminine figure outside in the rainbow colored pigtails and rainbow themed outfit.
 
"He gaslit her," Samuel said harshly, looking in the same direction.

June squinted at Samuel. She knew the story but had never heard that term. "What does that mean?"

Samuel paused a moment, thinking, "It's from some old movie.  It means you trick someone into thinking they're going crazy when they're actually totally sane.  Or, something like that. You lie to them and give them false information that confuses their perceptions or their memory.  They could believe 100% that something is entirely true, even though reality is just the opposite, if you are clever enough in how you trick them."

June still looked confused.

"Santa Claus. The tooth fairy," Wendy said abruptly. 

June smiled. "Yeah, I get it.  I mean, parents do it for fun, but it's a trick.  My Dad would break the logs in the fireplace. He and Mom would eat the cookies and drink the milk we left out.  Then in the morning, 'Look June, it's proof!' I didn't question it because why would they lie? That's exactly what he did to Rebecca."

Abby continued, "See, my little sister has this obsession with rainbows, okay?  It's true.  She's still a little kid even if she is a brainiac.  She thought they were pretty and they had a really personal important meaning to her.  She also had short hair back then and she was usually kind of pale.  She wore thick glasses too.  She is really kind of plain looking and it was worse back then. Not that looks are all that important, Rebecca knows that.  Life was really rough on her so she was a bit run down.  She had a lot of work and responsibility and other heavy burdens.

"She drew rainbows at art class. She doodled rainbows in her notebooks when she was bored.  She wore rainbow print clothes. Rainbow nailpolish.  Anything.  A rainbow colored backpack.  A rainbow colored umbrella if it rained. Rainbow stickers on everything. They cheered her up."

Wendy nodded along, starting to recall seeing a small, frail looking girl with a rainbow colored backpack around a few times in the past. 

"So her 'quote unquote' friend Doug tells her that rainbows are actually a secret code.  She tells her that rainbows mean..."  Abby groaned at the memory and couldn't go on.

"He told her that wearing rainbows meant that she was a lesbian," June spat.

"She didn't even know what that meant," Abby said, choking back tears.  June put her arm around her and comforted her as she spoke. "But he showed her all these horrible websites about people hating lesbians.  She didn't understand what one was or why anybody would hate one but she didn't want anybody to hate her.  So she stopped wearing rainbows, and she wouldn't tell anybody why!"

"And she was miserable," June added.

"It went on all year long because Doug kept telling her all the kids in her class were talking behind her back about how she was a lesbian and they all hated her. She never talked to anybody about it. He told her our parents would hate her too so she would have to keep it a secret.  He showed her screenshots of chat conversations from kids at school saying horrible things about her to prove her it was true.

"Eventually, she stopped really tutoring him at all.  Instead, they just spent their period together with Doug depressing her with stories of how everyone else hated her and she should stay away from them.  It was like a self fulfilling prophecy.  Since she stayed away from everyone they started to think she thought she was better than everyone else since she was a genius or whatever. They started being nasty to her too, thinking they were just returning the cold shoulder.  That just made her believe Doug even more."

"But...the tutoring stopped?" Wendy interrupted, "His grades were still better...I remember."

"He was blackmailing her into helping him cheat," June said.  "He said he was her only friend left and so she had better do what he said or she would be totally alone."

"How did they do it?" Wendy demanded.

Abby spoke again, "She didn't want to be around any of us anymore so she started to spend more of her free time in the library.  One day Doug's teacher saw her there looking bored and decided to put her to work...checking math or science homework and grading tests for her.

"Rebecca told this to Doug, totally innocently of course, and noted that the lazy teacher trusted her so much she didn't even bother double checking what Rebecca did. Rebecca was just bragging about being trusted, but Doug immediately saw a way to abuse that trust.  It went on all schoolyear.  They never caught them. He skipped every  homework assignment he could and didn't study for any tests.  Rebecca said he should have failed the year."

Wendy's mouth was open in shock.  She didn't think he was capable of something this clever.  He had found just the right victim that was naive and vulnerable enough not to use her brains to figure out what a lying sack of shit he was but still smart enough to be useful.  He had turned the poor gifted girl's world totally upside down. "How did you find out?" she asked.

"She was moping all summer long.  I kept trying to cheer her up but she still wouldn't have anything to do with me."

"Or any of us," Samuel added. "Everybody had liked her. It didn't make any sense." June nodded. 

"So one day I said I had enough and I demanded to know what was going on and she just burst out screaming that she knew me and everybody hated her for being a lesbian!  I asked where she could have come up with such an insane idea and she said she had proof. She showed me all the screenshots.  All of these horrible conversations from everyone in her class calling her things like 'Rebekah Rainbow the ugly lesbian' or saying 'Rebekah Rainbow the stuck up cow.'"

"Oh my god," Wendy said in horror, "What did you do?"

[LauraVB]

"What do you think!? I asked her how long she had known she liked girls!" Abby said angrily.

"Then I had to slowly figure out that my genius little sister had no idea about the birds and the bees or what it was I was really asking when I asked if she 'liked girls!'  She swore up and down that if that's what I meant then she thought she definitely liked boys and she would stop wearing rainbows if that's what they meant.  Then I had to tell her that anyone was allowed to wear rainbows if they wanted and she should go right back to doing it because it made her and everyone else happy.  Then she asked me that if she wasn't a lesbian and there was nothing wrong with rainbows why did everyone in her class hate her and call her names.  Then she absolutely shrieked at me, 'THEY'RE HORRIBLE!  ALL OF THEM!  NONE OF THEM EVEN EVER BOTHERED TO LEARN HOW TO SPELL MY NAME RIGHT, ABBY! I I KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE SUPER GENIUS AND I HAVE TO BE COOL ABOUT THINGS, BUT TWO Cs, HOW HARD IS IT?'"

Abby glared out the window again as spoke, acid dripping in her voice, "She figured it out right then.  All it took was that tiny little kernel of doubt from me explaining what a lesbian was and that only idiots hated them and the whole thing fell apart. As soon as she finally started to use that big brain of hers instead of just freaking out about people hating her it was all so obivous. She was crushed.  It was horrible.  She went and crawled under the covers and cried and just muttered over and over, 'I'm so stupid.  Why do people call me smart?  I'm sooooo stupid.' She stayed under their for hours."  A tear ran down Abby's cheek too as she vividly recalled the memory.

"But...how?" Wendy asked, still not clear on how the deception fell apart.

Samuel sighed, "An entire class and they all spell her name wrong the same exact way? Every single time?  It's a dead giveaway.  They were all written by the same person."

"Why didn't you turn him in?  Why didn't you tell my Mom?" Wendy asked, gently.  She didn't want to seem to be attacking them.

"How would we prove it was him?  The school would deny it because the stupid teacher let them get away with cheating.  His family might deny it just because people stand by their family. And even if everyone believes us, Rebecca had a lot more to lose from the cheating coming out than Doug.  An academic superstar can't have a massive cheating scandal in their background. 

"She's going to another school anyway. She decided she didn't want to come back to our school and I can't really blame her. It's some private all girls boarding school thing that lets her take college level classes.  She's doing great now but I'll probably barely ever see her anymore.  She would have been just fine here for a few more years at least if it wasn't for your stupid brat little sister.  Now she went and started somewhere else last week instead of starting with us."

"But," June asked, "Couldn't we turn him in now?  The exams will still be in the records and we can just check them against the grades.  It doesn't matter how he cheated, just that he did.  Who cares if some teacher gets in trouble? She's the one who should have been keeping older kids from bullying on one of her students."

"Rebecca might still get in trouble," Abby said uncertainly.

Samuel cut in,  "We don't have to turn him in for cheating and get anybody in trouble to get what we want," he said. "All we have to do is make HIM believe we're going to turn him in, then he'll do whatever we want."

"Maybe..." Wendy said.  "Actually...it could be a lot simpler than that, we coul...."

There was a gentle tap at the door, "Can I come in now, Wendy?  Pleassseeee," he asked submissively, cradling and rocking the doll in his arms in a gentle rhythm. 

Briefly, Wendy ignored him and instead turned back to Abby,  With satisfaction she noted the sound of a mary jane stamping the pavement in frustration at being ignored and dismissed like a child.  "You said the rainbows had a personal meaning to your sister?" Wendy asked.  "Do you mind if I ask?"

Sobbing, Abby told her.  Suddenly, some other things Abby had said before made a little more sense to Wendy.

Wendy looked back towards her little sister. Wendy's face twisted with malice and anger and her little sister backed a step away from the door just from seeing the look in her eye.  Despite the rage, there was also a bubbling of joy in the back of her mind.  She had exactly what she needed now to know her Mom would be mad enough to go along with at least some of her plans.  She had been handed a gift on a silver platter. 

"Oh yes, Rebekah Rainbow, you can come in."  She grabbed her little sister by the ear and tugged him to the center of the room.  "Because it's time for you to get another spanking, little girl!  It's time for you to start paying for  what you did."

"I didn't knoowwwww!" he squealed as the first painful slap hit the same precise spot on his thighs. 

Later, Rebekah Rainbow sat with stinging thighs repeatedly moving a spoon from an empty bowl to the baby doll's lips.  The doll's lips would occasionally pinch up and close and whatever sensors controlled it would not record a feeding until he started talking to the baby and coaxing it to open up again.  In the other room the "big kids" were all still conspiring against him.  He could only hear bits and pieces over his own voice having to say things like, "Open up for Mommy, Baby! Be a good baby for Mommy!  Open op, Baby!"  He heard something about how he had cheated on tests last year, but couldn't figure out what they could even do about it at this point.  He looked up with a start when he thought he heard someone whisper that they thought they might have a little crush on him dressed as a girl and then a series of giggles.  June and Abby were both really pretty but he couldn't imagine anyone liking him that way dressed like this. He decided he must have misheard.  As the four of them broke up their huddle Abby was talking on the phone, asking someone if she could speak with her sister.  After that, their guests finally left.

Wendy returned to stand over him and pointed towards the stairs.  Without a word she followed him upstairs back to the room with the closets stuffed full of dresses.  Wendy now thought of the room as nearly officially Rebekah Rainbow's. She had forced him to push the stroller with the doll and it's accessories in it and then carry it up the stairs.  She followed behind him snapping pictures of his rear as he struggled up the stairs with no free hands to control his skirts.

She made him sit legs splayed out with the baby doll on his lap on the bed.  She hummed to herself as she removed dress after frilly dress from the closets.  She laid them out on every available surface on the room besides the floor.   She surrounded him with them on the bed. She hung one on a hook on the door.  He sat in his prissy poofball dress surrounded by a sea of other hyper feminine garments his sister promised he soon would have a chance to wear too. She laid one or two dresses out over his outstreched splayed legs.  Everywhere he looked was femininity.  Everything he saw and felt was silk and lace and soft frilly things he believed were meant strictly and only for girly little girls, especially his most feminine and frilly underwear.

"Now don't move a muscle until Mom gets back," Wendy commanded.

In fear Rebekah Rainbow obeyed, trembling with the humiliation of his reduction in status at the hands of his sister to an obedient little girl with a baby doll in her lap. "But...what if it wants me to twirl or something again?" he asked with an adorable quiver of fear in his voice.

Wendy used the remote in her pocket to switch the doll manually into sleep mode and locked it there.  In this mode once the 'Mommy' it was imprinted on put it to sleep it would only cry if loud noises or disturbances 'woke' it for up to eight hours.  It also went to sleep mode at night while it recharged it's battery wirelessly in the little pink bassinet it came with.  No need for Rebekah Rainbow to know that though, figuring out how to keep Baby from crying would be his little sister's problem to worry about.  Let Rebekah Rainbow be the one having to worry about keeping a hyper needy, fussy little child from crying and yelling for once. Wendy was done with it. 

"You just stay right here and behave.  Baby isn't my problem!" she said with a loud laugh.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she heard Rebekah Rainbow rebuke her from behind as she walked away.  "Go to sleep, Baby!  Go to sleep!  Ummmm....uhh....."

With a grin Wendy started to continue downstairs to get things ready for her Mom, but turned around a few steps from the door. She thought she had heard something from the room behind her. "Wait," she thought. She covered her mouth to muffle her laughter, "Is he really?  He must really not want to hear that cry again."

She put her ear to the door and listened to the near whispering singing, "Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop....ummmm, what is it...when the wind blows..umm...the cradle will rock..when the spout breaks, the cradle will fall...and err...down will come Baby, cradle and all." She listened as the song repeated a few times with increasing confidence and more pleasing melody but not increasing volume and her heart thudded again in her chest. It's really happening.  It's really happening.  She was turning her little brother into her little sister against his will.  She had dreamed of it for years but never believed it could actually happen. It was working, and soon her Mom would be helping her.

[krystalasbaby2017]

if i were dressed like a little girl i sure would not want a doll like that. His sister is evil.   Where are the parents?

[LauraVB]

The first thing Wendy did was start making dinner.  Their mother was just coming off a double shift and Wendy believed her job was one of the most difficult and important jobs in the world. She always wanted a home cooked meal when she got back because she was exhausted in just about every way a person could be.  Mind, spirit, body...the job could stress them all. 

There had been one time a few months ago Wendy had nearly broken her formerly long held promise not to spank her little brother.

She had been walking home from school with with a friend.  Doug had been trailing behind, of course.  Their mother insisted she keep an eye on him even though all he ever did was find ways to needle and bother her and he was impossible to look after. She had been telling her friend about what their mother did to support them and said she was a hero, but complained that she didn't make more money. Wendy said she wanted to do what their mother did when she grew up anyway. Doug had butted in to say that it was women's work and that it was right for women to make less because they didn't have to support a family.

Wendy had screamed at him the entire rest of the way home about how it could be that their mother was supporting them alone if women didn't have to support families.  Doug said that she should have been a stay at home Mom and then maybe Dad wouldn't have abandoned them.  That of course was a horribly idiotic thing to say when Dad was actually out of the picture because of the time he had gotten blackout drunk and punched Mom in the face.  That's the kind of thing Doug did.  He would say things he knew were wrong just because they would upset people.

Rebekah Rainbow was going to learn much more respect, Wendy swore.  It didn't matter how red she had to make his thighs. 

She waited with her heart pounding for the sound of the key in the lock.  When she finally heard it she rushed to the door.  "Hi, Mom!" she said, trying to hide her nervousness.  Wendy took her mother's coat and hung it in the closet and then carried her bags to the kitchen counter for her.

Her mother smiled at the fragrant aromas of a home cooked meal in the kitchen but she froze as she saw the kitchen table was only set for two.  Sensing mischief, she turned to look at her daughter and noted the guilty look on her face.  Wearily, she walked to her daughter and put her hand on her shoulder. She kissed her on the forehead. "Where's your little brother, Wendy?"

"I sent him to his room without dinner," Wendy replied, "He was bullying a younger girl again, right out across the street."

"I told you before you don't get to do that.  He's a growing boy. He needs to eat, Wendy."  Her patient loving tone faded and a bit of firmness came in her voice, "Now you listen to me.  I've had enough of you two fighting and if this keeps up I'm going to hire a nanny for you two.  I don't care how mature you think you are and how much money we save like this. It's not working."

Wendy shook her head in disbelief, "A nanny?  For me?  Are you out of your mind, Elena?"

"Yes! For you, Wendy.  And for you it's still, Mom. Don't take that kind of tone with me right after work. Go get your brother and I'll talk to him again."

"Wait...Mom.  There's more....Umm a lot more.  Really...this is gonna take a while.  We should eat.  I used the habaneros in the sauce anyway."

Wendy noted a pleased look in her mother's eyes at the mention of the super hot peppers.  Mother and daughter shared a love of spicy food but often had to cook around Doug's dislike of even mildly hot food.  A famished Elena ate with gusto.  She asked for a beer and Wendy brought her one from the fridge. Elena immediately chugged it down.  She then looked to Wendy expectantly and her daughter brought her another.  Wendy's mother very rarely drank, but when she did she had a good reason and Wendy never judged her. "Rough day?" she asked gently.

Elena said nothing and a sip of the second beer.  She saw her daughter take a deep, deep breath.  Elena put down her knife and fork and waited.

"I just found out he didn't really pass any of his classes last year.  He was cheating the whole time. I'm sorry, Mom.  I tried to keep an eye on him, but he's just impossible!"

"What?" she asked in shock.  "Wendy, how is that even possible?  Are you making this up?"

Wendy slammed the table, "No!  Look Mom, I try and do my best but I'm not his parent."

"I looked after three of my little cousins when I was your age every single day after their parents died, you know that.  It's hard, I get it, but you need to stop making excuses.  He wouldn't be so miserable and surly all the time if you stopped pushing him around so much, you know, he resents it.  Have you considered trying a lighter touch?  You want to do what I do, right?"

Wendy blushed almost as red as Rebekah Rainbow had all day at the suggestion the problem was that she somehow didn't measure up to the task. She stood and shouted, "No!  No. I'm done listening to this! You know how he twists the truth.  To him me 'Pushing him around' is me telling him to do his homework.  Telling him to stop picking on little girls.  Telling him not to cut classes.  It's all stuff he's supposed to be doing anyway but he doesn't.  I ask nicely and he doesn't so I ask not so nicely. Instead of doing it he complains to you that I'm bossing him around and then you act like I'm the problem.  But all I'm doing is trying to do what you want me to do! I'm done! If I can't make the rules for him, ALL the rules, then I'm done.  In fact, I've already started changing the rules.  If you don't like it, then you deal with all the trouble. 

"You tell him to come home right after school instead of wandering around doing god knows what, Mom.  You tell him to clean up his room! You force him to make his bed! You tell him to sit down to pee if he's too lazy to put the seat up instead of peeing all over the seat!" 

Elena laughed sharply and Wendy blushed again.  "So that's what this is. It always comes back to that with you, Wendy, doesn't it?"

Wendy crossed her arms and shook in rage, "Don't say it, Elena."

Her mother finished the beer tossed it into the trash with a clank.  "pen-is envy." She laughed at her daughter's outraged face. "Oh, lighten up," she added.

"Stop it! Uggh, you know that isn't real!  Some dumb pervert who thinks he's a scientist comes up with a stupid theory about women so of course everyone believes it for centuries.  But hey, do you ever listen to what I have to say about it?" 

[LauraVB]

There had been an incident once many years ago between Doug and Wendy while their family was in the woods on a camping trip that had resulted in them having a serious fight. As much as they quaralled they rarely actually hit each other.  Wendy was too responsible to be prone to it and Doug was too timid knowing his older sister had a size advantage on him.

They refused to tell their mother what it was about exactly, both of them seeming embarrassed after having been dragged apart, but fearing something was very wrong she took them to a child psychologist to try and figure out their issues. The psychologist talked with Doug first who as usual twisted events and then with Wendy for her side of the story. 

Wendy had listened at the door as their mother and father had talked privately with the psychologist about what had happened and as soon as she heard the phrase "anger issues" followed closely by the phrase "pen-is envy" she burst in the room and had an absolute screaming tantrum that she would never be envious of having some disgusting thing sticking out between her legs and that it was Doug who had the problem with jealousy and envy and anger.

Of course, by revealing her eavesdropping and bursting into the room and having a tantrum she had only made herself look like the immature one. It totally undercut her case.  Her mother agreed the theory was discredited hokum and insisted on not bringing them back.  However, with all of Wendy's tomboy behaviors and often angry demeanor around her brother it was pretty easy to start thinking that Freud's theory may have applied to her.  At least it may have applied in the "a broken clock is right twice a day" sense.  The anger issues had only increased when her father had briefly started to try forcing her to dress "more like a lady" to try and get her over her issues.

Wendy resumed, speaking slowly to try and contain her anger. "The problem, Mom, is not that I envy having a pen-is or anything even remotely like that," she explained for possibly the millionth mortifying time, "The problem is that my little sibling is too proud of the one they have. They think having one means a whole lot of things that it doesn't actually mean.  When he sees that those things aren't true, he can't process it, so he freaks out and gets mad and even he doesn't really understand why.  He blames everyone else and resents them when it's really his own problem that needs to be worked out.

"I can get him to behave perfectly if you let me.  All the time.  All you have to do...is really finally let me teach him what he needs to learn.  If you let me take a firm hand," she smacked her knee for dramatic effect, "and really take charge then everything will be fine.  I know how to make him behave.  It's not even that hard.  I can prove it.  I already started."

Wendy hit play on a video on her phone and showed it to her mother.  It showed Elena's son in an adorable old fashioned rainbow print dress and a rainbow pigtail wig sitting in their yard.  He was peacefully rocking a baby in his arms while he whispered something to it she couldn't quite make out.  She could see the whole of their small yard from that angle and nobody was there pushing or prodding him. He actually looked kind of peaceful, Elena thought.  He seemed to pay no mind at all to the fact that he was sitting in an insanely juvenile and effeminate dress and pinafore with a short poofball skirt.  He concentrated solely on rocking and whispering to the doll. 

"So you forced your little brother to wear a toddler puffball dress like something from your grandmother's old photos, Wendy? That's your solution?" she asked in exasperation at her son's colorful and doll like appearance in the videos.  She didn't consider for even a second he would have done it on his own. Even after he nervously got up and started to twirl around with his doll like he was the happiest little girl in the world. Even after she watched the highlights of him making himself up all by himself while following along with a tutorial video like any young girl learning makeup would she didn't consider it.

All she did when she saw that was demand the camera come out of the bathroom which Wendy was stammeringly forced to explain she had done already and had only put it there to record just for that moment and for nothing else.  Elena had to wonder if her daughter really thought she was making a convincing case it was her brother who was the troubled one.

Even after it switched to a video of him singing a lullaby sitting alone on the bed in the guest room to the strange realistic looking doll she didn't think he would have dressed up that way on his own. She thought the same thing even when his eyes briefly lit with joy when he saw the doll's tiny eye's close before he blushed and looked around nervously as if he correctly suspected someone could be watching or recording.

Wendy had the gall to giggle. "I didn't know it was a baby dress, Mom.  I guess the bloomers were a little baggy though.  But anyway, I'm telling you he picked that dress out to wear himself."

"Sure he did," she replied with snarl. She pushed her plate away and stood.  She reached to the cabinet above the refrigerator and pulled out a dusty bottle of tequila that she hadn't touched since she downed half of it in one night shortly after she kicked out her shitbag loser husband.  She poured herself a shot and drank it. "You've gone way too far this time Wendy.  Enough is enough. You can't possibly think this is a fair way to treat him no matter what he did and there's no way I'm going to believe he would dress up like this on his own."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Wendy retorted, "Yeah I spanked him and I petticoated him all by myself, but with good cause, Mom.  And it WORKS. He picked out a dress because I told him to pick one. How do you think I found out all about him cheating last year?  Because he behaves when you treat him this way and he's happier for it.  You can see it in the videos.  He's not confused anymore, just like I said."

"So he found out he likes taking care of a baby because you forced him to play with that creepy doll.  Big DEAL Wendy, this is exactly what I've been trying to tell you.  He's not this monster you make him out to be, he's just immature and doesn't have a father figure."

"No," Wendy insisted, "Stop saying things like that.  He never in a million years would have gone anywhere near that thing if I didn't force him to and so he never would have learned anything.  He has to be forced, Mom.  He thinks he should be repulsed by being a girl but really he loves it. 

"That's why he gets all confused and angry that so many girls do better at stuff Dad told him were for boys than he does.  Dad always filled his head with all that homophobic and sexist garbage and so he just can't conceive of the idea that it's okay if his nature is more feminine than his sister or his classmates.

"He has to do what I tell him or be spanked or nothing can be done for him.  You can try and take him to a psychologist again but he wouldn't even be lying if he said he doesn't want to be a girl. They won't be able to give him what he needs. He lies so much nobody can figure him out, but I CAN. I'm telling you Mom, acting like a little girl is the only solution for him. It's just that he doesn't understand that his silly little thing doesn't really mean he isn't supposed to be like that. He can't be told, he has to be shown. This is what he needs, but nobody else but us can do it. I need your help."

"You want my help, huh? To humiliate my own son and let you smack him just to teach him a lesson?"

"He's like a little kid who won't stop trying to touch the stove, Mom.  He needs to be stopped!"

[Sissy Poopsie]

What a great story it sure has me gripped by it.


I hope Doug's mum backs Wendy with his petticoat punishment as it seems he really deserves it.

I hope young Miss Rebecca gets to witness his downfall after the nasty way he has treated her.

Early bedtimes with a proper toddler bedtime routine I think would be very humiliating for the hopefully now former macho little bully boy.

Keep up the good work as I said before I am loving following your writing.

[LauraVB]

"You can't do this to your brother.  Absolutely not," Elena said.  "And judging by all the brand new looking clothes all over the place in this video of him in the guest room you already took my help, Wendy.  How much of my money did you spend? This is too far.  This is way over the line!  I think we need to talk about putting you back into thera..."

"No!" Wendy interrupted angrily.  "I wouldn't waste money, you know that, Mom! This is always what happens! It always gets turned back on me!  It's not my fault, Mom!" 

"Then where did it all come from, Wendy?  Listen to me, this is not a joke, we have rent to pay. So he cheated on some tests and pulled a little girl's hair again. We'll find a new school and he'll probably do better with a different set of kids.

"I'll let all this slide this time but I don't want to hear of any more of your possibly...PE...based fantasies about how to treat Doug. He's learned his lesson by now I'm sure."  She added, "The little girl with the pulled hair will LIVE, I assume? I don't want to hear any more about this."

Wendy only glared back at her, breathing heavily from all the shouting.  She refused to dignify the rhetorical question minimizing her brother's bullying of June.  She tried to remind herself that her mother loved her and was just frustrated and exhausted from work. "There's one more thing, Mom," she said icily. 

Elena groaned in fatigue.  "What now?"

Wendy sat down beside her.  She handed her mother her phone.  She pulled up a webpage and she pointed to a picture.  "Do you see this girl!?" Wendy demanded.

Elena turned away from the photo and winced before turning back to it and beginning to scroll down the page and read. "Why are you showing me this, Wendy? I just got home from work..."

"Her name is Rebecca.  Let me tell you what your precious little son did to her all last year instead of doing his schoolwork. Then! Then, you tell me that I'm the one who's the problem in this house."

Rebekah Rainbow had thought his salvation was only seconds away when his mother had come home.  But Wendy had gotten to her first and soon there was a long, angry argument.  He was too far away to make out the words of the argument, but he thought it must be good if his mother was yelling at Wendy.  Only a few minutes more, he desperately hoped, and he would be rescued from his sister's clutches. Until then he didn't dare move for fear the baby might wake and scream in his ear. 

His mother would punish his sister, he was sure.  He couldn't wait to see it. His mother would figure out how to get the diabolical speakers out of his ears so he wouldn't have to hold the stupid ugly baby.  He would never have to wear any more of these terrible humiliating dresses surrounding him that he couldn't help but stare at.  He shivered in fear and wondered what he would look like in them and what they would feel like.  There were too many dresses to count in the ocean of differing pastel colors Wendy had laid out about the room.  There were more in the basement and she could get more whenever she wanted.  He nearly started to sob again but grit his teeth and reminded himself that he was a boy and boys don't cry. Soon, he told himself, his Mom would come and rescue him and he would be safe from ever being spanked or emasculated by his sister ever again.

The angry shouting eventually died down to quieter and even more indiscernible mumbling.  Exhausted, Rebekah Rainbow rested his eyes as he waited.

Eventually, his mother opened the door.  She looked at him there on the bed still cradling the baby doll in his arms and calmly napping. He really was pretty like this, she thought. He looked totally innocent and angelic. He wasn't really an angel, she sadly had accepted.  Still, she had to hear it from him directly.  She took the doll from his arms and set it in the pink bassinet Wendy had plugged in on the floor.

Exhausted, somewhat drunk, and emotionally drained she slid into the bed next to him and put her arm around his shoulder.  On instinct he snuggled in next to her and rested his head on her breast, still sleeping. Elena started to reread the story Wendy had shown her beneath the picture. Her heart heaved in pain and disbelief at what her son had done. In a few moments Rebekah's eyes slowly half opened and he looked up at her, "Hi, Mom," he mumbled and yawned, "Whatcha reading?" he asked.

"Aww," she said, rubbing his head gently, "Your pretty hair got all messed up and tangled while you slept. Oh well."

"My...what?" he asked in confusion before his eyes opened wide as he started to recall the previous events of the day. "Mom! I can explain! Wendy made me dress up like this and she hit me and she pulled my ear! She took photos and videos of me!  She let kids from school see me like this! She's terrible!  You have to stop her! I didn't want to dress up like this I promise!" he cried. "She locked me out of my room so I was stuck here! Please can I have my pants back now! Please!  I'll never do anything wrong ever, ever again!'

Elena held him more tightly next to her so he would have no thoughts of wriggling free and said, "What I'm reading is a story about a girl named Rebecca," she said in a matter of fact tone before pointing to the picture Wendy had shown her. 

"Mom," he said with the pitch of his voice rising in panic, "I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! You have to believe me. I'm so, so, sorry!  I never would have..."

In the picture Rebecca was much more frail and thin looking than she had been when Doug had met her when she started tutoring him.  The website belonged to a nationally prestigious children's hospital.  Rebecca wore a hospital gown and had various tubes coming out of her arms.  She also had even shorter hair than when he had known her, in the sense that she was completely bald.

"The story says this courageous and genius little girl was at death's door in the middle of enduring the rigors of chemotherapy when she saw a rainbow in the sky out her window and felt her strength coming back. Then," Elena choked back a sob, "when she came out of the hospital with her tests clear she saw another rainbow on the ride home and knew it meant that she would keep pulling through. Rainbows were her symbol of hope and optimism..."

Rebekah looked up at his mother and saw the most crushed and disappointed face he had ever seen in his life.  "I didn't know, Mom" he croaked, despairingly. "I only found out a few weeks ago."

"...and you took it from her just because she wanted to prove she would be a good tutor for you and that embarrassed you and made you all horribly upset.  How could you!? What is wrong with you!? How could any child of mine do this? It will be years before they can be confident it won't come back.  She NEEDS that hope, Doug. Her family needs it!  All of those other kids and their families need it! I need it!"

"I didn't know." 

"Let me tell you something," she said, snarling, "What you think is that if it wasn't for this it would just be some harmless prank, but listen to yourself!  There's no reason to be acting like this towards anyone.  Walk down the street kiddo, everybody is suffering and most of them have much bigger problems than a bossy older sister who's just trying to look out for them. You can't figure out who can take a hit and who can't just by looking at their surface identity, and you shouldn't be messing with anyone anyway even if you think you might have some silly justification for it! JUST. BE. NICE. TO. PEOPLE. How hard is it?"

Rebekah gulped in fear.  He was hoping she would be more in the mood to start talking about how her crazy daughter should be in therapy again, but it didn't look like that was where this conversation was going. "I didn't know," he repeated more quietly, fully aware the weak words had no power over his mother's seething rage.