Fed Up

[LauraVB]

"Ballet restaurants are stupid! I hate you Alexandra!" Wendy's little sister in the wet diaper yelled for the third time. He looked like a tired toddler in a complete meltdown tantrum. Wendy didn't laugh this time. She decided to try and hold it in for once.

Then, Elena suggested they might need to have him checked out at the hospital and he yelled, "In public like this?   Better blind or deaf than ballet chef!"

Wendy couldn't help it, she laughed. When her mother glared at her, she did feel a little bit guilty though. "He's exaggerating, come on.  He's still making jokes!"

"You know that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, Wendy!" Elena shouted, before slamming the door to the bathroom.

Wendy had been incredibly suspicious of Rebekah's motives for sending her out to the trash. However, now she was beginning to think she was being very unfair to her brother.  There could be no question he had absolutely poured his heart and soul into getting the chili absolutely right. He had kept everything neat and clean as he cooked too and had all around just taken the opportunity to toe the line.

Wendy felt it was the sort of heartfelt gesture that could let both her and her mother see that he was ready to behave now.  It would have been trivially easy for Rebekah to screw up the chili again and get away with it.  All he had to do was just do it the way he always had before.  Instead, this time, he learned to do better than his best. 

Wendy sighed to herself with satisfaction and thought yet again, "Petticoating just works."

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, "Whoever came up with these things is either completely incompetent or a deranged sadist," Elena announced while shining a pen light into Rebekah's ear.

"ÂżWhy not the two of them?" Rebekah wailed.

"Okay, Rebekah...'and/or', okay?" asked Elena as she very carefully pulled the speakers out with a pair of tweezers.

"Can you leave me alone now so I can take a shower and get this stuff off?" Rebekah asked. "I don't wanna be a bal..."

"You were an excellent ballet chef, Becky-Bow.  Yes, but first I need to have quick little talk with you.  It's umm, awkward."

"Oh no, not awkward," said the individual in the wet diaper involuntarily costumed as a "ballet chef" in a monotone.

Elena sighed deeply.  She tried to put on her best professional, businesslike face, "It's about touching yourself...down there."

"Not you too, Mom! Please not you too! Why can't we just not talk about my down there anymore..."

"I wish...I very much wish that, Rebekah. But circ-umstances that can no longer be altered have led us to the point we are approaching. Listen, I have a bottle of hot sauce in the back of the cabinet above the stove that I have never tried before because there is a health warning on the side of it.  There is a health warning because it contains pure capsaicin crystals.  Now, I know you tried to be careful and you did your best because you love us so much and wanted to make it up to us," She paused and took a breath.  "But...if that bottle happened to be your little secret ingredient, then your hands may still be quite dangerous to you, my precious little bal...my precious little spice baby."

"Awww, Mom, I'll wash them first...I guess they do feel like they're burning too now..."

"Now, Becky-Bow, I can see why you think that washing your hands would be enough. Go ahead and do that."

He did, and Elena continued, "Just like I can see why you thought latex would be enough.  It seems totally reasonable.  But I can not impress upon you enough, my mild little muffin,"  She took another breath, "Do. Not. Touch. Yourself. Down. There.  Wait at least twenty-four hours, okay, Becky-Bow?  Knowing you, I would personally advise forty-eight."

Rebekah Rainbow again reached his hand toward his eye to wipe away another tear.  Elena grabbed his hand first with wide eyes, "Do not touch yourself anywhere, Becky-Bow."

"But how am I supposed to..." He gestured both hands in a confused circle.

Elena translated the gesture meaning, "Anything?"

"Well, you're going to need a little bit of help," Elena said. 

"Awwwww, from you or Wendy?" he groaned.  "After all this?  You two almost made me go deaf and now I need to depend on you completely for two days for...everything?"

"For anything you need.  Look, we'll call a little ceasefire on this thing and talk about a new plan.  Maybe you can make peace with Wendy."

"Fat chance."

"She's gonna listen, the chili means a lot to us."

"Mom," he said, "I was trying to hurt you guys.  Okay?  I was mad.  It's not fair to make me a ballet chef! It's not fair! It doesn't make any sense, Alexandra! I was angry."

"It's silly and fun and you are the best ballet chef who's ever cooked for me.  Becky-Bow, we want the chili to hurt."

"What?" he demanded in confusion. "All this time that's what you meant when you said it was too bland? You WANTED me to hurt you?"

"It reminds us of the good times with your father, so we make it hurt more so we remember that all of that came with the pain too."

"Oh," he said. "Pain and pleasure together.  That doesn't make any sense, Mom.  They shouldn't be together. It's not right."  He wiped away a tear again and Elena didn't stop him. "And I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore," he said after a few minutes of crying on Elena's shoulder. 

She gave him a tender and burning kiss on the cheek. "It makes total sense. Love and pain are best friends. It's emotional numbness and death that don't get along with anybody.  You need to open up and let yourself feel.  Let yourself feel vulnerable."

"Stop it with the stupid hippy talk, Mom. I'm not in the mood," he whined.

Rebekah Rainbow was left to bathe himself with a promise to be very, very careful.  Elena knew that Rebekah would be unable to keep from making a scene if he disobeyed the instructions to be mindful of where he put his hands. Elena felt the urge to tell him again just to be sure, but rather than offer yet another warning of how serious the consequences would be if she was disobeyed, she simply resolved to give Rebekah the best, "I told you so," she could if necessary.

When Wendy was told of the potential problem with Rebekah Rainbow's hands she, with only pure adoration and love for her little sister in her heart one assumes, said that she had an excellent solution to help him keep from touching his face or other sensitive areas with his dangerous hands. 

That is how Rebekah Rainbow ended up dressed for the rest of the night in a silky knee length mint green nightie with pink lace trimmings, mint green diaper cover and a new pull up diaper, tight fitted mint green bonnet, and warm fluffy pink bunny slippers. Rebekah found watching Alexandra even more irritating when he couldn't at least distract himself by following along.  Applying any makeup was prevented for Rebekah by the large mint green mittens which completely covered his hands and rendered them totally useless.

Meanwhile, Elena had a discussion with Wendy.

[Baby Mac]

The females should make her Brainwshed Brenda.

[SissyBraelyn]

Wendy wouldn’t be happy about the mini speakers being blabbed to her mother but in Rebekah’s defence he didn’t know mom didn’t know about them
Plus just because he isn’t allowed to go out in public as Rebekah doesn’t mean that Wendy cannot do other things to remind him he is the little sister like a public wetting all she would have to do is wake him up late for school and only leave enough time for getting dressed and having breakfast then give him a drink with a strong diuretic and send him off to school

[krystalasbaby2017]

I can't wait to see what is next for the sissy, and what Elena may do to Wendy if she goes to far

[LauraVB]

When Elena came downstairs Wendy was just getting off the phone.  Wendy had decided that it was a good idea to have someone else to blame and a solution on hand when her mother came to confront her about the speakers. She had learned other informative things from the conversation as well but decided her mother didn't need to know everything.

"Listen Mom, so it's like this...they say they sent out a rejected test version of the doll by mistake.  The speakers were supposed to be glued into earrings.  They say they're going to send someone out to pick it up and apologize personally."

"Apologize?" Elena demanded. "If Rebekah has even a little bit of permanent hearing loss over this I'm going to sue them into the stone age. And maybe you can put on a dress and be the maid if he has to get surgery."

Wendy did not dignify that final suggestion, "They also said they'll waive the cleaning fee on the vomit dress.  So there's that at least."

"The vomit/pee dress you mean?  How exactly is it that Rebekah is having a problem with control all of a sudden?"

"Mom, you know what I think.  You can't really deny it anymore, can you?  Rebekah is just a little girl at heart.  You haven't said a thing about letting him have his pants back, have you?"

Elena shook her head.  "You're right, Wendy.  Petticoating has obviously worked.  But how are you going to control him without that horrible toy?  You can't keep spanking him."

"I actually kind of have a plan for that.  Something better than spanking. Rebekah has to agree to cooperate though."

"If you promise not to spank anymore and start being nicer I think Rebekah might agree.  All of us want peace in this house.  We'll just have to talk it out."

"There's one thing Rebekah will never agree to though, but it has to happen."

"Ugggh, Wendy, not this again."

"I've been right about everything so far."

"You call giving Rebekah ringing ears being right?" Elena sighed.  "What's your plan?"

In the end, Elena agreed, but only on the condition that Wendy finally go back to therapy and that peace was maintained in the house by other means if Wendy couldn't do it.  Elena was definitely very skeptical, but so far Wendy had made more positive progress with Rebekah than Elena had in years.  Something had to be done and none of the traditional methods for handling misbehaving boys she had tried had worked at all.

"But who are these people anyway?  Are you really sure this will be safe?  After that terrible doll?"

"It's just a website and the number, Mom, but we can grill them when they send their representative or whatever."

"What about that tablet thing?"

"Everything is in Japanese or something.  I can only do the videos because they have thumbnails so I can see what they are."

"Sent out by mistake, hmm? There has to be more to this, Wendy.  We need to know what's going on here."

When their discussion was done, Rebekah Rainbow joined them.  Rebekah found it impossible to feel like an equal in the discussion as he was dressed.  This was not lost on anyone present. 

"So, Rebekah Rainbow," Elena began.

"Why are we still doing this?" Rebekah demanded.  "She tortured me!  Let me have my clothes back!"

Elena frowned. "Be a good little girl and wait your turn, Rebekah."

He pouted and huffily crossed his arms across his chest.  He was trying to look angry but instead it just looked adorable in a baby outfit and with oversize baby mittens. Plus all the silky cloth he was wearing just made an adorable "swish" sound when he did it.

"Like I was saying," she glared at Rebekah to see as if daring him to speak, "So far it seems like this has been a big success.  You're behaving better, you're making more effort to get along with us even though you are in a tough spot, and we can tell you are genuinely sorry about everything that happened.  So, we're going to talk about a reduction in your sentence."

His eyes perked up at that. 

"Six months instead of a year."

"Bu...," Rebekah silenced himself.

"If you do everything Wendy says, and stay out of trouble in school and out."

"Am I even allowed back?" he asked with trepidation.

"I have some good news, Rebekah.  If you nicely apologize to Rebecca's family tomorrow, and to your class at school for cheating, the school has agreed to be very generous.  They've agreed to a total blank slate for you.  It'll be like last year never happened.  You're incredibly lucky, Rebekah Rainbow.  I know you may not feel like it, but you are.  You're getting a second chance.  We aren't going to let you waste it."

"I already apologized," he said meekly, not trying to make it sound like an objection but instead just a request for clarification. 

"You apologized to Abby, but not to those parents. Rebecca is the one who really deserves it but she doesn't want to talk to you.  This is as close as we get.  They're coming here to eat tomorrow. You are going to dress up nicely however we choose.  You are going to help cook for them, help clean up, and do whatever you are told."

"But this is humiliating," he complained.

"It's accountability and it's giving you the treatment you need to learn to behave.  It's not forever.  Not unless you want it to be.  But for now you've lost the right to make decisions you can't be trusted to make. Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez, you can't even be trusted to keep your panties dry at this point."

"I thought this was supposed to be about peace, don't I get anything out of it?" Rebekah asked.

"No more blackmail threats.  No more spanking," Wendy said.

"B.."

Elena broke in, "But why should you still go along with us?  Well, Becky-Bow, if you aren't going to act in a way that lets us know we can trust you then, well, we can't.  Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez has a trustworthy name.  Douglas Ramirez no longer does. I have an idea for you on how to earn some more time off your sentence.  This isn't going to be forever, Rebekah, but for now you have to trust us and then we can trust you.  Things aren't going to go back to the way things used to be. You either get with the program or we will find another way to get you in line and you won't like any of the choices as much as just minding your sister at home, I promise you."

"I'm not gonna pee sitting down!"

"You are going to do what your big sister says.  For now you've decided to use diapers though.  When you are ready to stop being a baby and stop fighting your big sister we can talk about more time off your sentence or restoring some more of your male privileges."

"I haven't 'decided' to use diapers, Mom. She's crazy!"

[LauraVB]

"Now," Elena continued, "As part of making peace Wendy has agreed to go back into therapy and we've agreed that if she does something that goes too far I'll be arranging for a nanny or babysitter of some kind for you two. I don't know how we will afford it, but it just has to be done.  I'd love to put you in the daycare at the hospital, Rebekah, but what am I supposed to do if you get into so much trouble it costs me my job because I can't stand to show my face there anymore?"

"I'm not going to get into trouble anymore. I told you. I'm too old for that anyway," he whined.

Elena smiled,  "You know Miss Peggy has been telling me all along she could get you under control.  I bet she'd take you even if you are a little too old just to prove it to me, Becky-Bow.  You had better behave.  She's going to be here tomorrow too so I can look into it. I'm considering a lot of options I wouldn't have considered before, Becky-Bow."

Wendy added, "But just because you aren't going to be spanked doesn't mean you can get away with anything without being punished."

"I'm sorry," Elena said. "You may end up preferring the spanking in the end. No humiliating marks on your thighs and no having your skirt flipped up.  No permanent damage but..."

Wendy went to the kitchen and then returned with an item that struck terror into Rebekah Rainbow's heart.  Wendy placed it down on the kitchen table in front of him with a thud.  "Every time you misbehave or fail to meet expectations...one heaping chip."

"No! This isn't fair! This is worse than the doll!" he cried.

"Three chips in a day, and we add a week to your sentence," Wendy announced.

"I'll be good," he whined as he trembled in fear of the (by Rebekah Rainbow standards) hellish inferno of searing, stinging, painful heat that was contained within the terrifying, horrifying 64oz jar of supermarket brand "¡MEDIUM!" salsa.

Later that night, Elena and Wendy sat down to watch TV in the living room.  Wendy took the remote and browsed directly to some nature doc-umentary.  Rebekah generally found doc-umentaries boring but was too afraid to complain. The only other option was sitting in a completely bare white room with nothing in it but humiliating little girl outfits so TV seemed like the better choice.

At least, it seemed that way to Rebekah until the doc-umentary got to a part that started talking about how some frogs can spontaneously change gender under the right conditions.  Then, the doc-umentary started talking about fish that can change gender.  Rebekah sensed the topic of the doc-umentary itself was sudden changes in gender and that he was being messed with.  He stood up and flounced out in a swishy huff with Wendy laughing and his mother giggling behind him.

He sat up in the plain white room on the bed.  "Wah-wah, wah-wah" he heard quietly coming from the doll still left in the bassinet.  Rebekah ignored it, and relished the ability to do so. The sound continued. Instead of tending to the doll, Rebekah considered what do to about his current predicament.  The most immediate problem was his sister was still going to try and force him to pee sitting down.  He was sure of it. 

Rebekah decided he would have to wake up early yet again so he could pee like a boy if he could before she had a chance to try and force him to do it her way again. His mother already thought he was losing control of his bladder so he couldn't keep using a diaper all the time. The problem was there was no alarm clock in his new room and even if there was the noise might wake up Wendy too.  Rebekah sat there ignoring the doll and trying to figure out what to do.  He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate.

"Wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah." The noise of the doll, quiet as it was, caused Rebekah severe distraction.  Every time he heard it his heart started to race a little. He would get goosebumps. He felt the severe panic like the banshee shriek in his ear was about to start again.  The noise was, Rebekah realized, a bit like a smoke alarm beeping when it needed its battery replaced.  It was just loud and high pitched enough to always be heard, but not loud and insistent enough to absolutely force you to act. It had a sense of strongly suggesting the right thing to do would be to act.

In frustration he walked over to the doll and tried to unplug the bassinet.  It was impossible with the mittens on.  The baby kept crying. He had looked for an off switch before and never found one.  He took the doll and buried it in the back of the overstuffed closet.  He could still hear the squeaking even as he went back to the bed.  He could destroy the doll now but it might be evidence if his mother decided to sue the people who made it.  Rebekah decided he would very much like to sue them if possible.

His mind returned to trying to figure out the more immediate problem of not peeing his pants. That was when what he obviously had to do occurred to him.  He tugged at the skirt of his nightie in frustration at how what he was going to do would look.  He picked up the baby again and sat with the doll in his lap.  It was full on kicking in tantrum mode now.  Rebekah saw that the diaper was wet, but with his hands in the gloves there was no way he was going to be able to change it. 

He did his best to "claw game" a diaper out of the bag.  He placed the doll on the bed and did his best to try and change it. It was entirely hopeless.  However, the doll did stop crying. "Baby-Mommy!" it chirped extremely quietly. 

"Huh," Rebekah thought, "You can tell I can't change you somehow so just miming it was enough.  You're on easy mode.  Okay. That suits me fine, Baby!  Now to see how many bottles I can mime feeding you to see if you still have enough water left in you to get wet and wake me up early again!"

Rebekah was rocking the baby back to sleep in the bassinet when Elena walked by on the way to bed, "You're still playing with that thing, Rebekah? Even after your sister tortured you with it?  Are you really gonna keep pretending you're a boy after all this?"

Rebekah blushed furiously, "There's nothing else to do!"  He picked the doll up out of the bassinet and rested it on his shoulder.

"Becky-Bow, listen, everything would be easier if you would just stop trying to fight this.  You're going to feel so silly about waiting when you finally just accept it."

"I'm not a girl, Mom!" Rebekah said, standing in his cute mint green and pink lace nightie and girly pink diaper while burping a baby doll on his shoulder even though neither Wendy or Elena had ordered him to.

"Okay, good night, Becky-Bow."

Later, Wendy popped in as well just as he finished singing the baby another lullaby.  "You know that can happen to human boys too," she said. "Looks like it's already happening to you, huh."

"What are you talking about?" Rebekah demanded.  He had been lost in "Baby World." It was proving somewhat challenging even on easy mode with so much less audio feedback to go by. 

"Turning into a girl.  Under the right conditions, a boy can just wake up one day and be 100% a girl just like one of those frogs.  Then you would have to pee sitting down because that's what girls do, you've said it yourself so many times."

"That's not true, Wendy.  Stop trying to mess with me.  I know what you're trying to do.  You're trying to mess with my head like I messed with Rebecca.  I know it was wrong.  I'm not gonna ever do something like that again. Leave me alone!"

She laughed, "Okay baby sis, you just come get me if you wet the bed and need someone to change your sheets for you. Okay?  Now come kiss me goodnight, give me a curtsy, promise to be a good girl, and thank me again for petticoating you. Don't forget to tell me why."

In nearly unbearable humiliation at his subjugation, he flounced over to his sister and kissed her on the cheek.  He dipped in a curtsy that has steadily improved from practice and repetition.   "Thank you for petticoating me, Wendy.  It's good that you petticoated me because petticoating works."

"You're welcome, baby sis.  Good night!  Try not to wet the bed and your pretty little baby nightie!"

"Okay, Baby," he thought, "You and me." 

[babycakes]

Glad Rebekah is still thinking about how to stand up for herself.  Not in a nasty way but in a self affirming way.  He's also using his brain for a change.  Very unusual for this genre where most protagonists just submit, which is very boring.