Fed Up

[Sissy Little Girl]

LauraVB:

I am loving this story more with each segment you publish.  I know how
Rebeca felt from all of talking about how she was a lesbian.  I went thru a lot of this in high school and in the military.  I made it; but, I had some close calls with suicide.

Keep writing this story.  It is very cathartic for me.

[LauraVB]

Rebekah Rainbow awoke to the thunderous cry of a screaming baby.  When he had woke from his short nervous nap the night before in his mother's arms, he had been blessed by a brief moment when he was unaware of his feminized state.  He did not have such a moment this time.  This time he was moving too quickly to cradle Baby in his arms so it's scream would stop drilling a hole through his eardrum to worry about anything else.

"Wet Mommy! Wet!" the voice said as the peak volume of the wail died down.  He found the diaper bag in the stroller and carried the baby to the bed.  He looked in the bag and saw baby powder and a half dozen folded little cloth diapers.  He clenched his fists and uselessly slammed them on the soft covers of the bed.  He was a boy, and boys weren't supposed to worry about playing with dolls or changing diapers.  They weren't supposed to be kneeling on a bed in a nightgown and little girl panties telling a doll that "Mommy will make it all better." It just wasn't fair.  Was he really a year away from waking up like the boy he had yesterday in normal boy underwear and a t-shirt?

"There, there, baby!  Mommy's here!" he tried but was still met with crying.  As he started to remove the pink onesie off the doll the volume of the cry diminished. He struggled to pull the onesie off without it getting tangled in the baby's limbs but eventually managed it. 

Whatever AI was running the thing seemed to appreciate effort being made and reward it with reduced volume in the shrieking cry.  He removed the diaper, which he saw was literally wet, presumably from the water in the bottle yesterday. He wondered if the wetness might come before the cry and if he should be checking the diaper frequently to try and get Baby changed before the horrible crying. He sprinkled powder on the doll and then the volume of the cry reduced near to nothing. He examined the diaper.  It had a velcro fastener, so it seemed easy enough.  When the diaper was on, the baby started to make happy noises. 

He reached for the dress instead of the onesie because it looked easier to put on the thing and the baby made happy noises again.  Did it like wearing a dress?  Was he just supposed to change it's clothes every day?  He tried to remember that playing Baby with this weird electronic doll really was just like playing a game.  He just had to figure out what it wanted and give it before it started screaming again.  He rubbed at his his aching head and groaned.  Both of his ears were ringing a little.  He had to keep Baby from crying. He started to reach to remove the baby's pink cap too, figuring it went with the onesie not the dress, but decided against it. Boys don't care about that.

He rubbed his own head a few times and looked out the window.  It seemed to be just about dawn.  He couldn't ever remember getting up earlier than Wendy, especially on a Saturday.  Wendy usually woke him up every weekday and on Saturdays he slept in. It was one of the endless annoyances he had inflicted on her.  Wendy felt an obligation to be up to make breakfast for her mother and get Doug out the door to school because their Mother had enough stress to deal with at work.   

He would unplug any alarm clock and when she woke him before breakfast he just went back to sleep.  When he once had demanded breakfast in bed while planning to be home "sick" to avoid a test she had once been so furious she put powdered cayenne pepper in his his scrambled eggs for revenge when he finally did appear downstairs.  It took so little spice to start him crying that her Mom believed her when she said she would never do that and just a tiny little bit must have blown onto his when she sprinkled her usual amount on her own just to warm it up a bit.  Now he stuck with cereal, but even then often sat down and demanded she pour both cereal and milk for him.

A few quiet, barely perceptible, sobbing sounds came from the baby. "Baba! Mommy!" He rushed back to the stroller desperate to beat the clock on more crying and picked up the empty bottle.  He put it to the baby's lips. The same soft sobbing sounds came.  He realized it wasn't going to work with the empty bottle.  It was sure to tantrum again, he knew, trying to commit to memory way the baby had sounded.  He remembered the warning that it might not always announce what it needed so he needed to started trying to remember the signs.

He had been forbidden to leave the room before.  Was he still now? He had been told the BabyGuard could be programmed to keep him in place with the screams.  But had it been set to this morning?  Rebekah decided that it would be a very unfair game if it wasn't possible to give Baby what it wanted. 

He walked to the door carrying the tiny bottle, feeling annoyed at the smooth tickle of the skirt on his legs and torso and the humiliating unforgettable feel of the silky panties.  He peeked out into the hallway and took a tiny step out of the room.  There was no banshee cry, but the baby did chirp, "Mommy! Baby! Mommy! Baby!"

"Oh," he thought, "It doesn't want to be alone. Baby just woke up and wants to be with Mommy."  He picked it up and cradled it in his arms, "Okay, Baby, Mommy's here," he yawned and started walking towards the bathroom.  It was cold in the quiet early morning he so rarely saw. His feet were like ice and his arms were bare. He was glad for the electronic warmth of the Baby and held it tigher. "Guess you are good for something," he whispered.

"Mommy!" it said back.   

He filled the bottle with water and after he screwed the cap back on the baby was suc-kling on it after only a second or two of assaulting Mommy's ears. 

He looked up in the mirror and cringed at his appearance.  His own mother had committed to humiliating him to try and teach him some twisted lesson and now he was stuck like this. He looked over at the toilet and now free of the imminent fear of a screaming baby realized he desperately needed to pee.  He looked over to the toilet.  His sister hadn't yet officially forbidden Rebekah Rainbow to pee standing up, but he knew that confrontation was coming. 

He took a peak out the door to make sure the coast was clear and quietly shut the door.  He pulled up the seat and went to the bathroom standing up like a boy.  A boy holding the skirt of a nightgown up and out of the way but still a boy.  He would never, ever let his sister take that way from him.  He was a boy and he was going to stay a boy no matter how they dressed him or forced him to act.  After he peed he sat down to go #2.  He knew it was weird and other boys didn't care about things like this, but other boys didn't have a sister like Wendy.

He carried the doll out of the bathroom. He tried the door of his "boy" room but it was locked tight. Quietly as possible, he made his way downstairs and went to the front door. He looked outside and saw the street completely abandoned. He looked down at the doll, "Okay, Baby, let's see what happens if we go outside.  Please don't be a crybaby about it, because I think I want to go away from here forever. Not in this stupid nightgown obviously, but if we don't see what happens now who knows when we'll get another shot?"

He ran back inside as fast as humanly possible, with Baby screaming at maximum volume and kicking in rage.  "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Mommy's sorry....back to sleeeeeeep...."

Rebekah padded back upstairs to his new room.  He placed Baby back in the bassinet and slipped back into bed.  He stared at the ceiling and concentrated on quietly listening to Baby's gurgles and twitters and other little sounds hoping for some sign of patterns he could understand.  When the doll wasn't screaming in his ear it was actually kind of relaxing to listen to.  He yawned and fell back asleep.

[LauraVB]

He heard the door open and before his sister could even get a word out he shot out of bed and curtsied. "Good morning, Wendy," he said politely.  He hoped suc-king up to her would prevent her from getting the idea she should start checking any more cameras she might have set up.  He thought it would go very badly for him if she found out he had been sneaking around. 

She narrowed her eyes at him. She had not anticipated he might have decided overnight just to go along with things.  She thought he would still look for some way to put up a fight.  She decided there was one easy way to put that to the test.  She would do what she was planning to do first things first anyway.  "Come with me to the bathroom, Rebekah.  It's time we had a talk about how to pee like a little girl," she said, with a triumphant glare at him.

"Okay!" he said, cheerily. He walked towards the bassinet instead of towards her.  "First I'll wake Baby!"

"No!" Wendy commanded, furious at being contradicted even if it was in a silly girlish way.  She couldn't believe he was still trying to needle her.  Even if it meant acting like he didn't hate the doll he would do anything if he thought it would get a rise out of her.  She didn't want any distractions from this.  She set the thing to sleep again and dragged her brother by the ear to the bathroom. 

"Owwww!" he whined along the way. "Mom said not to pull my ear unless I'm fighting!"

"Mom left for work already." She pointed to the toilet. "Sit."

"I don't have to go."

"You just woke up, right?"

"Yeah."

"Sit."

"I don't have to!"

"You can't hold it forever, Rebekah.  I'll wait.  Rebekah Rainbow pees just like a girl!" she said.

"I won't pee like a girl, Wendy! I'm a boy!"

"I'll spank you if you don't sit right this instant."

"Fine! I'll sit."  He sat down and crossed his arms and glared up at her. "I don't have to go!"

"Then I'll wait!" she said.  However, after twenty minutes of Rebekah Rainbow smirking up at her clearly in no urgent need she gave up in frustration.  She knew he couldn't hold out forever.  If he wanted to fight it would only make it that much sweeter when he finally, finally gave in and let her be in charge. 

She ordered him to shower instead, and he earned a slap on an already stinging thigh when he snootily asked, "Why? Is my hair messed up?"

Meanwhile, Wendy went to Rebekah's room to try and figure out what he had been up to.  First she went to the bed and pulled the quilt and sheets out of the way to examine the mattress.  He hadn't gone and wet the bed.

She looked around the room. She noticed the baby in the bassinet had changed outfits.  "So, Rebekah, you couldn't even wait until I got up to get into mischief?"  She couldn't believe it.  He had gotten up early.  Of all the tricks he had ever pulled on her, that was never among them.

"What do mean, Wendy? Baby needed changing and I thought she might want to change clothes too! I don't want to hear that awful crying! What else am I supposed to do? I went right back to bed," Rebekah claimed when Wendy confronted him after his shower.  She took him downstairs and made herself breakfast.  Rebekah Rainbow didn't have to be told to not expect big sister to pour his milk for him. 

Back upstairs, she confronted him. "You're lying. I know it.  You got up and peed like a boy just so you can feel like you don't have to do what I say.  I bet you did it in the shower too! But you do have to do what I say and you will! I'm in charge and you are going to learn to behave, little sister!

"I'm a boy, Wendy!"

Wendy grabbed him and pulled him over her lap.  She slapped his thighs once and he screamed, "Oh, my God! Wendy! Stop it!"

She paused, briefly, "You're the one who decides when we stop this...by being a good girl instead of sneaking around and peeing like a boy when I'm not watching.  I don't mind if we start every day with you over my lap Rebekah Rainbow, so keep going if you want it like this, but in the end I'm going to have things my way!"

She smacked him hard ten more times until he screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop Wendy I'll be a good girl! I'll do it! I swear!"  She spanked him three more times just to get the message across before he screamed so loud she heard the little 'wah-wah' sound from the bassinet.

"You woke Baby!" he shouted at her accusingly and angrily, tears and snot pouring down his crying face.  He struggled out of her grip and rolled off the bed to the bassinet.  He choked back his own tears and ignored the stinging pain in his thighs and the humiliation of being spanked by his sister. They distracted him from doing what had to be done. He rocked the warm comforting bundle to his chest and put all of his soul into helping coax the horrible roaring cry to stop.

Wendy laughed with relish at the pathetic site her former little brother made hiccuping through his sobs as he knelt in his nightgown still rocking the doll in his arms after it stopped the crying.  "You aren't going to win, Rebekah.  I won.  You're a girl now and you had better get used to it, because I'm never letting you go back."

"Yes, Wendy," he whispered, not looking up from the baby.

"Now put down Baby. Let's pick out a pretty dress for you to wear today."

"Yes, Wendy." He put the doll in the bassinet, walked to her and stood in front of her obediently.

"Finally things are being set the way they should be," she thought.

[sarahpenguin]

Kind of wonder if he'll end up diapered at night and locked into them to keep him from doing his sneak away pee while everyone else is asleep thing again. :)

[Angel6677]

I like see Dae him locked  into diaper and plastic  panty   at night. To him sneak peek like boy. after cuaght    diaper pusnment  for him  anlog bare bottom spank .

[LauraVB]

"Now we have a busy day today, Rebekah Rainbow.  You're going to learn to walk like a girl."

"Yes, Wendy."

"You're going to get to wear another pretty dress like a girl."

"Yes, Wendy."

"Another makeup lesson with your chipper little friend from the video.  Do you think she'll look as pretty as you in this one?"  She withdrew the blue and pink dress he was going to wear from the closet and held it up to his body. He groaned.  "You wear what big sister says and you put on makeup every day because big sister made you, and you don't get a say in it."

"Yes, Wendy."

"You're going to do all your chores like a responsible little girl."

"Yes, Wendy."

"You're going to play Mommy with your baby like a very good little girl would."

"Yes Wendy, if you say so I'll do it.  It's not like I have a choice," he said in his usual whiny tone. "You're in charge and I don't get a say."

"You're going to do everything big sister says all day long every day. Then you're going go to be put to bed nice and early like an extra girly little girl who needs needs her beauty sleep would."

"Yes, Wendy."

She smiled and felt a sense of satisfaction.  Rebekah was already becoming more resigned and compliant, trying to act like doing every humiliating thing she told him was no big deal. He still stubbornly refused to pee like a girl, but she would break him of that.  On reflection, she decided she couldn't expect to have her brother become her perfect little sister in one night. She had to be patient. Even if he was still planning some mischief, it was nice to not have to tell him to do every single thing no matter how small at least three times.

It made it doubly satisfying that she knew that when she handed him the light pastel blue cotton panties with the pink flower print and ordered him to dress himself in them immediately it definitely was a big, big deal for him.  She made sure to rub it in as he blushed and squirmed.   "I wear the pants in this house, Rebekah Rainbow.  You dress yourself in panties and skirts, not pants, because you're my little sister and you have to do what I say. I'm not letting you ever wear boys underwear again."

At that Rebekah finally complained, "Mom said at home only..."

"No one can see what you wear underneath."  She handed him a white camisole with attached knee length white petticoat.  "So why shouldn't you have a reminder to be a good girl all the time?"

"Mom will never agree to that."

"You want to call her at work and hash it out? She'd love that I'm sure.  Maybe we can call her on her lunch break instead of just leaving her in peace.  Oh wait, she's supposed to skip that to have a call to the principal's office to try and convince them not to expel you after they find out about your little fight with June or anything else you've been up to."   

"No, Wendy," he said quickly. "I can...I can ask at dinner."

"You can try if you want, but the decision has been made. I think you better get used to the idea that girls like you wear pretty panties and petticoats.  You're Rebekah Rainbow full time now and Rebekah Rainbow is a super ultra girly girl.  You can wear pants outside if Elena lets you but you'll always know that underneath you wear panties because you're a little girl and you always will be! I make the rules in this house and you do what I say."

"I can't wear panties to school. Someone will find out."  He looked vulnerable and girly there standing only in his cute blue and pink little girl panties and knee length petticoat obviously terrified imagining feeling that way with the whole school watching him.  She handed him a white blouse with a small pink rosette on each sleeve and again made him dress himself in the fussy feminine garment. 

"And what, they'll bully you?  A helpless little girl like Rebekha Rainbow?  Who would do such a thing?  I can't wait to convince Mom you shouldn't be allowed pants at school either."  She handed him his dress to wear.  Rebekah stared at the colorful, prissy pastel blue and pink dress he was holding in disgust.

He had no smart mouth reply or whiny complaint to that, Wendy noted with satisfaction.  Instead he simply looked down at the ground in shame for a few moments before resignedly putting on the dress.  The cotton material of the dress had pink and white floral prints on the pastel blue background.  At the bust there was a pink sash tied in a big off center bow on the front.  Thin pink ribbon shoulder straps were tied in cute little bows on each shoulder that contrasted with the white of the blouse.  There was a solid pink colored underskirt that peaked out beneath the blue floral printed skirt.  The white petticoat itself peaked out a bit below that.

Soon he was wearing a blonde wig tied in a ponytail with a large pink ribbon. He was standing in front of the mirror in a little girl dress again preparing for his second makeup lesson. Wendy pointed to the tablet frozen on the title screen for "Alexandra's Makeup Mayhem" and said, "Now remember to follow along and do everything she says.  Now curtsy, just like her, Rebekah!" 

She pressed play on the tablet and watched his curtsy as the feminine voice started to chirp commands at her brother again. She loved this. It was one thing for him to be bossed around by Wendy, he was used to that.  She had always been a voice of authority to him even if he did make her life hell.  Chipper, pretty, makeup obsessed Alexandra looked, acted, and sounded much more like the sort of targets Rebekah Rainbow had used to bully.  Actually, Alexandra looked and acted younger and more feminine than them Wendy thought.  Those days of bullying were in the rear view mirror now for Rebekah Rainbow. Instead of seeing someone like Alexandra as a potential target, now Rebekah Rainbow was forced to try and imitate all of that feminine behavior instead.

Wendy smiled at the improvement in Rebekah's curtsy.  "Not bad, Rebekah!  Good girl. See, petticoating works, doesn't it?" she said.  She paused the video and went back to the curtsy at the start.

"Now, thank me for forcing you to do this."

"What?" he gaped, stamping his foot in frustration.

"You heard me, now curtsy again just like her and say it."

"Thank you for petticoating me, Wendy.  Petticoating works. Thank you for for forcing me to wear panties and a dress."

She decided to let him get away with glaring at her so hatefully as he did it, for now.  She needed to be a little patient. Rebekah would do better next time.

[Sissy Poopsie]

Great.  Great.  Great.


More please. 😁