Fed Up

[babycakes]

LauraVB, I'm beginning to see why, in your response to my earlier comments you felt, "his sister does bully him no matter what she says".  I'm also starting to think that Rebekah may be able to level the playing field a little with Wendy given recent developments.  Not that I think Doug is without blame but his punishment does seem over-the-top with the cursed baby doll.  I can imagine his hearing would be permanently damaged because of it regardless of the care he gives it.  Personally, I'd render the doll inoperable by any means available.  Or, maybe he'll realize the cradle is a recharging station, possibly accidentally when he takes the baby to bed with him although the doll's AI would probably set it wailing if its battery gets too low.

Many thanks again for your excellent writing efforts.

[LauraVB]

Rebekah was then left to spend another agonizing half hour with Alexandra lecturing him on makeup.   By the time the lesson was complete Rebekah had again actually done a passable job.  He hated every second of it. 

Alexandra, who repeatedly reminded the viewer that, "My friends call me Xandra!" had completely different mannerisms from the day before. It seemed like the idea was to act to the dress like putting on a costume for a play.  Yesterday had been an absurd over the top baby dress so Alexandra had acted in a bubbly high energy way and bounced along to the super saccharine high temp kpop while talking in an absurd cutesy baby lisp.

The dress today was more like something a little girl might wear to a nice garden or tea party Alexandra acted in a refined and reserved way for most of the video and spoke with an accent from the American South like an imitation of Scarlett O'Hara. 
 
When he was finally, finally fully dressed to start the day Wendy again watched Rebekah struggle on the stairs carrying the stroller and baby accessories.  Rebekah had to hold the stroller high and tight against his chest and step awkwardly in his light blue Mary Janes because his feet were concealed by the skirt.  Wendy waited until he was halfway down. She thought right about there would be when he started thanking himself that as girly as a big poufy multilayer knee length petticoated skirt felt, at least it covered his underwear.  At that moment she reached down and lifted his skirt as high as she could in the rear. 

She laughed as he squealed.  The stroller and diaper bag and other accessories dropped and fell down the stairs.  She expected more screaming and crying then she got though.  She grabbed Rebekah's shoulder and spun him around and saw he'd dropped everything aside from the doll.  She chuckled and pinched his cute made up cheek, "Nice catch little sis!  I'm on to you now.  You really do love your baby! You ARE a little girl! I told you."

"Am not!" he squealed, blushing for a moment but then gaining some nerve, "This stupid thing is making my ears ring, Wendy!  What do you think Mom will say when she hears that? I'm trying not to go deaf here."

"Stop whining, they wouldn't sell it if it wasn't safe."  She pointed down the stairs,  "Go pick up your toys, Rebekah."

He mumbled, "Let's see what Mom says," as he quickly scampered to comply.

"Sure, go ahead.  Which video of you do you want me to spread around at school first?"

"Wendy!'

"What don't you understand about I'm in charge?  Just do a good job minding your baby and it shouldn't be a problem."

"You're not being fair," he complained.

"Were you fair to..?"

He interrupted, "No! I wasn't," and plopped the Baby in the stroller.  He looked down at it and saw it had a strap.  He strapped it in just in case Wendy tried to mess with him again.  He noticed the doll made happy sounds. "Okay, you like to feel safe and secure," he thought. 

On Wendy's order, he pushed the stroller outside to the patio.  She then ordered him to begin practicing walking like a girl. He did his best, fearing more spanking if he didn't do whatever Wendy wanted him to do. "It's not girly enough!" she complained after his fifth or so humiliating walk back and forth across the patio.

"It feels girly to me," he said, rubbing his hands up and down the skirt of his dress and shivering at the odd feelings.  As he walked he couldn't help listening to the baby and darting concerned looks at it constantly. "Can I really get more girly than this?" he wondered in fear.

"Try again!" she commanded. 

"How?"

"Just more...like...swishy."

"What does that even mean?" he asked, trying again.

No matter how hard he tried Wendy was not satisfied with his efforts.  "Try and walk like your little friend Xandra would," she suggested.

"She just curtsies and then sits down and starts babbling about makeup and flowers and ponies the whole time.  I don't know how Alexandra walks."

Wendy went and retrieved the pink tablet that had come with the first shipment of dresses while Rebekah Rainbow kept trying.  She scrolled through the videos and saw that Rebekah had been right about the videos for the first two costumes. It seemed like every other video she looked at was the same.  She did enjoy a preview of how the outfits would look on him now with Alexandra as a model though.

"I have an idea," Rebekah said.

"Oh?" Wendy asked, suspicious that he would have a helpful suggestion.

"Why don't you show me how to do it yourself?" he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"As-if," she said.  "Rebekah Rainbow has to walk like a real girly-girl, not like me."

"You totally walk like a girly-girl, Wendy!  Even when you're playing basketball! When they say 'swish' they aren't talking about making shots. They mean you, Wendy!"

She hid a laugh. It didn't particularly sting coming from a boy flouncing around in panties and a dress at her complete beck and call.  Instead she grimaced at him and shouted, "I do not!  You're the one who walks like a girl! Shut up if you don't want another spanking!"

Sensing that he had gotten under her skin, instead he put on a snooty voice imitating her, "Look at me! I'm Wendy!  I walk like a girly-girl!"  He then proceeded to walk back and forth patio taking exaggeratedly tiny mincing steps, with exaggerated swinging hips, and exaggeratedly limp wrists held high, congratulating himself on still being able to annoy his sister.  If he ruined her fun she would eventually get tired of this whole thing, he hoped.

He stopped after a few back and forth to see her reaction to his little rebellion only to see her laughing at him instead.  "Now we're getting somewhere!  Let me pull the recording into a video for you.  You won't need Alexandra's help after all!"

[Baby Mac]

Great to see another great story on here. Please could you have the family give him a new electronic doll that he thinks is just a normal doll but its programed to hypnotize him such as giving remote suggestions and mess with his mind to become more like a little girl. But he has to fight the brainwashing through will to keep his sanity. Than you!

[Sissy Little Girl]

LauraVB
Keep doing what you are doing because you have really picked my interest with this story.  It just keeps getting better and better.  Rebekah is going thru a crash course on what it is like to be a girl.  Wendy really got his goat when she watched him sashay across the patio and she said to Rebekah that now she was getting somewhere.  Keep up the good work.

[LauraVB]

Wendy made him watch the video so he could see himself a few times.  Then she ordered him to get back to practicing to walk just like he had when he had been mocking her.  The only adjustment she made was to change what he said each time when he started across the patio to, naturally, "Look at me! I'm Rebekah Rainbow! I walk like a girly-girl!" She smiled watching him say it each time.  He said it quietly to make sure nobody could hear him, but he said it. 

Wendy didn't like that his voice wasn't feminine enough yet.  Rebekah was the one with the whiny baby personality and so Rebekah should be the one with the most high pitched, girly voice.  Wendy reminded herself to be patient. 

After about ten minutes of watching Rebekah's walk Wendy went to the kitchen and returned with a two liter bottle of cola and a large glass full of ice.  She filled the glass.  Rebekah thought she was just going to gloat by refreshing herself while he walked back and forth under the warm sun. Instead she called a break to his practice and handed the glass to him.  He chugged it down.  "Umm, thanks Wendy," he said.

"Have another," she ordered in a casual tone of voice generally not used for orders.

"No thank you, big sister.  I have to get back to practicing my walk!  Look at me..."

She handed the glass to him. 

"You can't make me drink it."

She reached for her phone, "What do you think would be best to post first?  A makeup session with Alexandra or play time with baby or...?"

He drank.  Then she handed him another glass and another until the bottle was empty.  He belched.

"How unladylike!" Wendy admonished. "Alexandra would be scandalized!"

Rebekah glared at her, "It's your fault! If you had to make me why couldn't it be water? Uggggh."

She laughed, "Caffeine, Rebekah! Just wanted to put a little pep in your step. Now, I'm going to back inside while you keep practicing. If you need the bathroom, then just come and nicely tap on the glass and then you're going to ask permission.  You're going to say, 'Wendy, may I please go and SIT DOWN for a wee-wee?'"  She put her hands on her hips and said firmly, "And then you're going to go and do it."

"I am not!" he insisted with conviction, but as the lock in the door clicked he didn't know how long he could keep avoiding it.  He stamped his foot in frustration and proclaimed, "Look at me! I'm Rebekah Rainbow! I walk like a girly-girl!"

He felt completely defeated, humiliated, and exposed. He said the humiliating phrase and flounced across the patio.  He said it again and flounced back.  Over and over.  He was grateful for the longer skirt but he still felt exposed.  He still wasn't wearing pants because his sister had forbidden him.  The pressure on his groin grew stronger and stronger and Wendy was waiting.  Wendy wanted Rebekah to walk like this all the time.  She had said Abby and June and Samuel would be expecting it.  He couldn't believe he would have to face them all again.
 
Rebekah walked back and forth so distracted by the growing need to urinate that for a few minutes he almost forgot about the doll until suddenly he heard it chirp, "Burp me! Mommy! Burp me!"

He stopped and turned, "Look at..." he started automatically before shaking his head and rushing over to the doll. "Mommy's here! Mommy's here!" Rebekah squealed hoping to forestall the cry.  He searched through the diaper bag and found the pink towel and settled the baby on his shoulder. He sat down on the lawn chair and started patting it on the back.

"There there, Baby.  Thank you for not screaming at Mommy.  I came as quick as I could."  The baby let out a little simulated burp and Rebekah started to take it off his shoulder but then it immediately did start crying.  He cringed and rubbed his hand on his ear.  "Okay Baby, not just one. Okay!  Mommy's sorry." He went back to tapping the Baby on the back and squirming in his seat.  He kept his knees locked together trying to hold out as long as he could to buy some time. "Maybe Mom will come home early," he thought to himself without any real hope. 

The baby let out another little burp.  Rebekah considered trying to take it off his shoulder again but decided not to risk it.  Instead he simply let out a little belch of his own.

The Baby made a happy sound, "Mommy!"

After three or four more burps the doll took a longer break and Rebekah decided to risk taking it off his shoulder.  "What am I going to do?" he thought. 

"Wet, Mommy! Wet!"

"Already!?" He said in frustration. "I just burped you. And I just changed you this morning! I don't even get a break? That's not fair, Baby. I have my own problems here you know."

"Wet, Mommy! Wet!"

He scrambled back to the diaper bag. The wailing started as he reached for it and he cried in utter defeat.  He changed the baby's diaper.  When he was done and the crying was over and baby all comforted and strapped back snug in the stroller, he put the wet diaper in the bag with the others. He looked up at the clear blue sky.  He felt hot and sweaty under his heavy blonde wig.  He removed the baby's cap and put it in the diaper bag.  He looked down at the bald headed baby.  It was even uglier and creepier now.  He tried to ignore it, and instead just reminded himself again to check the baby's diaper as often as he could.

He sighed, "Good baby, Mommy's here."  There was nothing left to be done.  He couldn't hold out any longer.  He pushed the stroller to the glass window.  He couldn't believe he was being forced to go beg his sister to let him pee like a girl.  There was no other choice though, he had to go sometime. 

He felt dizzy and the heat increased. It felt like a furnace.  This was it, this was the last day he could ever call himself a boy.  He would just have to get used to doing what Wendy said.  He tapped on the glass. 

Imperiously, she came and slowly slid open the door while he stood there with crossed legs underneath his skirt desperately trying to hold it in.  "Well?" she asked.

"Wendy...Please don't make me.  Please?  I've really learned my lesson.  I promise I'll be good.  Just let me pee standing up, please?"

"Say it," she insisted.

"'Wendy, may I...Wendy..." He checked the baby's diaper. It seemed way to soon, but he was still learning this game and he didn't want to go deaf. 

"Wendy," he looked down at the baby's ugly bald head.  Rebekah Rainbow giggled.

"Mommy!" the baby said.

"Wendy! I pee like a boy!  You can't make me pee like a little girly-girl like you!" he screamed. "I pee standing up!"

Wendy glared at him.  She couldn't believe he was going to drag this out.  She grabbed his ear to take him to the bathroom to resume the discussion but then backed away when she saw the large, growing wet patch visible on the front of his dress.

She trembled in rage. "Oh.  Okay, Rebekah.  Is that how you want it?  You think I'm an idiot? You think I didn't consider that? Well guess what, there's a cleaning fee on those dresses.  You can tell Mom you had an accident once, but you can't do this every day.  The sooner you just start doing what I say the better for you.  You are going to pee sitting down like a girl, Rebekah Rainbow.  I promise you.  What do you plan to tell Mom about this little incident when she gets home?"

"Well," he said with a groan, "I bet you're the one who's going to have to explain, big sis."

"Oh? And why's..." She didn't finish before Rebekha bent over and began vomiting around two liters of cola down the front of his pretty dress.  When he was finally done puking all over himself and the ground, he just stayed bent over spitting.

"Because the soda is in a locked cabinet and you have the key...."  He spat a bit of bile and sugary liquid onto the grass and grimaced. "And because Mom knows I like diet cola better and this is gonna be one sticky dress thanks to you."

[krystalasbaby2017]

Hasn't the sister carried on long enough, i thought his mother would have removed the mini mics from his ears.  Maybe mom should reverse the tables on the sister.

[LauraVB]

Another hour was then spent cleaning and dressing Rebekah Rainbow to face the day.  When Rebekah was out of the shower Wendy handed him his new outfit. "Well, if you want to act like a baby...I'll dress you like one, Baby sis," Wendy announced.

First he was given an extra thick white pullup diaper to put on and a white pair of plastic panties with yellow lace ruffles on the back. Still weak and nauseous, Rebekah didn't have any energy left to put up a fight. He powdered himself first and cringed, remembering powdering the doll multiple times now.  It didn't help the frustration when he looked in the mirror and saw his hairless head and got another reminder.

Next he dressed himself in his first pair of tights. They were white with prints of little ballerinas in pastel yellow tutus and leotards. When he was done pulling them up they just barely stretched past the over sized diaper.

Next he was given a yellow leotard, matching the ballerinas on his tights.  Next he stepped into a two layer tutu skirt that fell halfway to his kees.  It did not conceal the large bulk of his diaper and plastic panties despite the length because the material of the multilayered skirt was a thin and transparent netting obviously designed to show off the tights intentionally.

He confusingly wore what appeared to be a thin pastel yellow chef's jacket over the leotard.  It buttoned up with four oversize white buttons and had an oversize white collar neck and over sized white cuffs at his wrist. The soft white collar tickled at his neck and distracted him. The straight black hair of the wig which fell to his shoulders did too.  On top of his head was perched a wide yellow chef's hat.  He wore yellow ballet flats.

"Wendy, can't you just give it up already?  I'm not going to do everything you say. Why do I have to wear this? Am I ballerina or a chef?  Is this even right?   It doesn't go together." His arms were tired from flouncing around all morning for Wendy so he tried to rest his hand in the pocket of the jacket. He realized it was another purely decorative and non-functional pocket and stamped his foot in frustration.

"Oh, so Rebekah Rainbow is a little fashion critic already. How do you think 'Dear Xandra' would feel if she knew you were criticizing her choice of outfit?" She pressed play and Alexandra appeared on the screen and launched into the usual silly intro, "Happy Sunshine, guys! It's your best buddy Xandra here with another episode of MAKEUP MAYHEM! RAWWWRRR!"

Alexandra's curtsied to the viewer as usual and then did a quick little pirouette, before sitting and getting down to business.  Wendy put the video on loop a few times for Rebekah first, however. Wendy thought that Rebekah's curtsy was improving but the pirouette was dreadful even after several tries. 

"Stoppppppp," he begged, "Or do you want to tell Mom some more about vomit?"  Wendy had to give Rebekah that one, and allowed him to continue with his makeup.  Rebekah was free of more dancing around in a tutu for now. 

For Alexandra getting down to business first involved a story about seeing a cute kitten that morning and then an explanation of how, "So you see today I'm using a French accent, because I'm a chef and France is famous for it's excellent cuisine!" that derailed when Alexandra wondered out loud, "Or...am I speaking in a French accent because I'm dressed like a ballerina and France is famous for ballet?"

Alexandra eventually came to the conclusion that it was possible to be both at the same time and announced in an impossibly over the top high pitched French accented baby voice plans to open a 'Ballet Restaurant' some day.  Rebekah frustratingly felt the urge to argue against this despite his sister having mocked him. "She's wrong Baby, those just don't go together," he hissed as quietly as he could, "I think she put on the wrong costume top by mistake and she's just faking her way through it."  He looked back at the screen, "I'm on to you, Alexandra," he whispered before resuming his efforts to imitate Alexandra to the best of his ability.

He presented himself downstairs for Wendy, who then took a few pictures while he held various kitchen utensils and tried to do ballet poses.  Wendy, tired herself, then sent him to the living room to play with baby and stay out of her hair. 

For thirty blissful minutes, Wendy enjoyed pure peace and quiet while Rebekah was off playing baby.  She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to just completely relax.  Even when someone else was watching Doug the idea that whatever trouble he got into might still somehow wind up twisted around and blamed on her somehow was always there on the edge of her awareness.

Now with the BabyGuard to keep an eye on him, she didn't need to worry.  If he thought it was some great victory to pee his panties, then let him pee his diapers instead until he gets tired of it. 

Wendy heard a buzz from her phone and looked down with surprise.  For once, she saw, her Mom actually was coming home early.  Wendy swore under breath, Elena would still want to eat when she got home and the chili took forever to simmer.  Wendy stood and began to go to the kitchen and get ready for chili night, which was Wendy and Elena'a favorite, until she glanced over and saw Rebekah Rainbow and laughed and snapped another photo.

Rebekah was bent over with his rear in the air searching the diaper bag for something. The chef's hat tipped off and fell to the ground.  "I can see your diaper, baby sis! Good girls bend at the knee and squat so no one sees," she mocked. "Give it a try, baby."

He blushed. "No! I got it," he said and held up the diaper, he started back towards the baby.

"You're faking.  It's not even crying.  I can tell, your face gets all scrunched up, it's funny."

"It is not funny! It's terrible. You're terrible, Wendy.  I'm not faking, I just checked it and it's wet if I don't change it now it'll cry later!"

"Then do it quick,' she commanded. "I saw you outside other day with the swing you know.  It's fine.  Just go ahead and get used it it."

With an angry red face he primly and quickly squatted down by the bag for a few agonizing seconds until Wendy placed the pastel yellow chef's hat firmly back on Rebekah's head. She then nodded at him. He rushed to the doll and still made it in time to avoid any crying. 

"So is baby sister's tummy feeling all better?" she asked in the same sort of cutesy Mommy voice he had been using for the doll.

"Yes, Wendy," he said. "I feel better." The baby doll's cry was terrible but at least if you gave it what it wanted it would just make happy noises and leave you alone eventually.

"Ok, it's time to get dinner ready, baby sis.  And, you know, I was really enjoying the peace and quiet just now so how about we keep that going?  You go get dinner ready and I'll go watch TV.  Then, when you're done, you can do the dishes too."  She tied Elena's floral print apron on him which was slightly oversize but would do the job of protecting the chef's jacket which, of course, was decorative not just in the pocket but in its entirety.