Fed Up

[krystalasbaby2017]

I too am glad to see he is trying to stand up for himself.  I think Becky should go into daycare at hospital, or have a nanny.  The nanny would be great as i think Wendy will get what is coming to her too.

[dolly bo peep]

Laura VB,

I'm reading and enjoying your story while I'm eating some cornbread I just made this evening and having a cup of tea.

Becky-Bow's apologies will be great reading. The school said that he would return with a clean slate after apologizing to the entire class, but I seriously doubt that Becky-Bow's classmates will all be forgiving and forgetting.

I'm looking forward to future chapters.

[LauraVB]

Rebekah, despite his protests that his sister was just trying to get into his head, nervously had nightmares about turning entirely into a girl. He had nightmares about the fight in the woods too.

"Wah-wah, wah-wah" The noise woke Rebekah as planned.  For a brief moment in that land between dreams and the waking world he almost thought he had turned into a girl for real as he woke.  It was easy to understand when he was dressed as he was and paying keen attention to a baby girl doll.   

With an early morning fog in his head, Rebekah mimed changing the diaper again to quiet the doll while desperately trying to resist his urge to go urinate immediately. Rebekah began to sneak to the bathroom. He shivered as he did. His exposed legs and feet were absolutely freezing.  He couldn't put the bunny slippers back on wearing the mittens. The thick diaper layered with the plastic panties was extra warm and caused his legs to feel even colder.

As he looked down he cringed in humiliation.  Even with no one around to see him it was mortifying that he was dressed up and being treated like a toddler girl because his sister said so.  He was sneaking around and cringing in fear of her while wearing a diaper and no pants, just the skirt of a pink and mint green nightgown that barely covered anything.

He got to the bathroom and set the doll down.  He looked at the toilet and saw the lid was closed. In frustration he struggled to lift it.  It took him several tries, but eventually he raised it.  It took several more tries to raise the seat.  He bounced from foot to foot and crossed his legs, telling himself desperately it wouldn't be much longer.

He reached up under his skirt and tried to push the diaper down.  His hands slid uselessly along the material.  He stamped his foot and crossed his legs tighter and then tried again, and again.  In frustration, he realized it was utterly impossible.  He should not have even bothered trying to wake up early.  He let out a little choked sob.  Then, things went from bad to worse.

"Well, good morning, baby sis!  Trying to figure out how to use the potty?  Do you need some help?  You know what to say. 'Wendy, will you please come and help me to SIT DOWN for a wee-wee?'"

"No!" he screamed.

"Well then, back to bed for little babies with their dollies."  She grabbed his hand and led him to his new room.  She took the doll and put it in the bassinet.  She pointed back to the bed and forced him in under the covers. 

"Go away," he demanded uselessly.  Instead, she merely stood in the room and waited.  She watched her squirming little sister pull the covers up to his neck in humiliation to hide his outfit, as if she would just forget what she had forced him into. 

Blushing in frustration and embarrassment, he crossed his legs under the covers and did his best to hold in the torrent.  He considered yelling for his Mom but was afraid that she would simply tell him this was his own fault for not minding his sister.

Wendy simply yawned, crossed her arms over her chest, and waited.  Eventually, a slack jawed look of acceptance and shame passed over her sister's face. 

Wendy smiled down at him as the hot, fast, and furious flow of urine into his diaper began with Rebekah totally helpless to prevent it or slow it.  Rebekah felt utterly like the toddler girl he was being forced to become. 

"Look at you, wetting the bed like a baby girl because your sister is forcing you.  Do you really think you're going to be able to keep fighting me forever?"

Rebekah simply whimpered in shame, feeling utterly pathetic as the hot urine soaked the front of his diaper.  The entire front was heavy and soggy with liquid.  Even if she made him pee his pants, Rebekah at least consoled himself with the thought that he wet his diaper like a boy.

"You just stay in bed for another hour and think about it.  Don't even think of leaving your room again until Mom is ready to get you dressed, baby sis."

Rebekah, still not accustomed to waking up so early, actually managed to fall back asleep after crying out his frustration a bit.  He woke to his mother gently whispering in his ear, "Morning Becky-Bow, looks like you had a little, well not so little, bed wetting accident, baby."

"What...No, Mom!"

She giggled and simply pointed to the visibly wet and drooping pink diaper around his waist as he stood.  "Sure looks like it to me, Becky-Bow. All this regression really seems to be getting to you.  It's okay you know. I'm a nurse.  You know I don't care about stuff like this.  Neither should you. That's what you need to learn."

"Mom! Wendy made me..."

"She forced you to wet the bed, Rebekah?"

"Yes, she..." he trailed off.

"Or was it that you would rather be a bed wetter than go to the bathroom like a big girl like your sister wants?"

"But that's not fair," he whined. "I shouldn't have to do that."

"Becky-Bow, fairness isn't what you should be concerning yourself with.  The only thing you should be worried about is being a good girl for your sister and mother. That's it."

"But I'm a boy," he whined.

"Not anymore.  Not until I say so.  Now go and shower and I'll help you get dressed like a good girl.  We have a lot to do today and I don't want any whining or complaining about it. I just want it done so you can be back in school and stop making life hell for your sister."

"But how am I supposed to be a boy at school when you treat me like a baby girl at home," he whined.

"For the duration of your punishment, you should consider yourself a girl at all times.  You are only going to school out of skirts to reduce distractions for you so you can focus on your studies.  But you shouldn't forget that there will be hell to pay if I hear of any behavior unsuitable for a good little girl."

"The other boys will make fun of me if I act like a girl though."

"Oh well," she said, in a tone of complete dismissal. She handed him a pink razor. "Now, we're having special very important guests today so you have to look your best. You're going to shave your legs and any other body hair. Let me know if you need help."

"Mom, no!" he complained.  "Isn't my head enough? How am I supposed to wear shorts now?"

"The same way any little girl does, Becky-Bow."

Rebekah flounced off to the shower in his still soggy diaper, blushing at thoughts of his new enforced girly-girl life.

[LauraVB]

When he was out of the shower his mother was waiting to dress him instead of Wendy.  "Someone needs to help you with your makeup and you're probably better at it than Wendy already so it might as well be me."

"Not another diaper!" he whined as she held out the pink humiliating garment for him.

"We've been through this Rebekah. You're going to have to earn your big girl panties back, and doing that starts with following your sister's instructions.  Until then, you will be dressed as the incontinent toddler girl you are choosing to act like."

With a blushing pout Rebekah pulled the pink diaper up his newly smooth legs.  Next he was handed white plastic panties with a pink heart print.  He pulled these up and was handed frilly white ankle socks as well.  Next was a short sleeved white blouse and finally the dress.  It was a pink and white vertical striped overall style denim jumper dress.  He could remember wearing vaguely similar overalls as a boy toddler but they were solid blue and had shorts or pants instead of a skirt down below.  He shivered as he pulled up the white petticoat under the skirt.  At least half his pink heart printed panties were on display even when he stood completely still.  They were surely entirely on display as flounced girlishly behind his mother towards her room for makeup. As he followed behind her, a pink light flashed in the heels of the white with pink heart print, velcro fastened sneakers he was wearing.

Elena pressed play on the video that accompanied the outfit and was greeted by Alexandra who in an even more chipper and high pitched voice than usual launched into a story about seeing a pair of cute puppies in a flowerbed that morning.  "She sounds like she's from Wisconsin or Minnesota or something," Elena said.

"She always sounds different," Rebekah said.  Alexandra proceeded to promise to teach a secret recipe for something called "Hotdish" if the viewer wanted to come over for a tea party.  "Name makes it sound too spicy, Alexandra," Rebekah muttered in reply.

"She must be an actress they paid to do this or something.  Makes sense.  She's really pretty."  Elena went back to work.  When she was done she smiled down at Rebekah in the chestnut hued, curly haired wig he wore.  She tied a pink and white bow on top of his head.

"Happy Sunshine, guys!" Alexandra treated the ridiculous phrase like "Aloha" apparently and used it both for hello and goodbye. "This has been another edition of RAWWWWRRRRRRRR MAKEUP MAYHEM!  Wow, you look so pretty and nice!  Almost as pretty as me, dontchaknow? Haha, as if! Best buddy Xandra, friends forever, signing off!" Rebekah curtsied along with Alexandra.

"That's a good little girl, Rebekah.  Now, bring Baby and let's go downstairs."

Rebekah let out a little shudder every time he was called a good little girl and didn't say anything to contradict it.  It was a surreal combination of compliment and condescension and he burned with frustration over being forced to tolerate it.

The mittens were removed and replaced with pink nitrile gloves he was very firmly ordered not to remove. After helping his mother clean dishes and make breakfast, he was sent off to play with Baby for half an hour in a new pair of pink gloves.  He did this red faced and feeling utterly emasculated kneeling on the floor in the TV room while Wendy watched the news and completely ignored him.  Somehow it felt even more humiliating to not even have her yelling at him.  He felt like he was almost getting used to having to be Rebekah now.  That thought his sister had planted about suddenly turning fully into a girl kept popping into his head.

He tried not to think about it, but being forced to act utterly like a completely obedient and feminine toddler little girl was getting to Rebekah more and more.  He thought about how later that day he would be exposed to people like this again and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.  He kept intentionally moving around just to remind himself he could feel that he was still a boy. Then he would sit back still again blushing and thinking that Wendy must know what he was thinking.

He would remind himself what Wendy said wasn't real and it was just anxiety screwing with his mind.  He couldn't help but keep considering it though.  It was true that it happened to the frogs and other animals.  He had never heard of it happening to people, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible.  He wished he could have his phone back so he could just look it up to make absolutely sure it was impossible. 

"Rebekah!" he heard from the kitchen, eventually. 

He stood and thought, "Look at me!" to remind himself to walk as humiliatingly like a girl as possible since his dominating older sister was watching. He made his way to the kitchen.  "Yes, Mom?" he asked, still disbelieving what a pathetic little girl he was behaving like.

"Now, you're going to clean the house from top to bottom.  There's a list of what to do on the table there," she pointed.

Rebekah picked it up, "But Mom! This is gonna take forever!  Can't you two help me at all?"

Wendy pulled up his skirt from behind and he squealed, "Nice panties, Baby sis!  We're gonna be helping you, by cleaning out your old room.  You won't need anything from in there anymore.  I'll take your game console and some other things I guess.  The rest can be thrown out or go to charity."

"But Mom!" he squealed, blushing and holding his short skirt down defensively.  "I at least need my clothes for school."

"Wendy is going to go buy you some new school clothes after the party.  Just because you won't be wearing skirts at school doesn't mean you shouldn't be wearing much nicer clothes than before.  It will help remind you of your new status and to stay out of trouble."

"This is only supposed to be temporary!"

"Well, if you earn your way back to being a boy I think you will have to do it piece by piece, not all at once.  We wouldn't want you just going right back to your old ways.  But that's a long, long time away Rebekah Rainbow.  You better get used to things the way they are."

With tears in his eyes, he set off to clean the house while the last of his boys things were taken from him forever.  As he knelt by a toilet in his skirt and petticoat scrubbing away, his pants went out the door.  As he was vacuuming his sister's rug, she was taking all of his old shirts and bagging them up.  The posters and his game console left his old room while he was making his mother's bed.  He mopped the kitchen floor while the last of any scrap of male items of clothing or toys or anything else was removed from the house or turned over to his sister.

Wendy took his skateboard and took great pleasure in telling him little girls like Rebekah Rainbow didn't skateboard.  He had been terrible at it and had given up shortly after he bought it.  Wendy wanted to try using it but he had previously refused to give the skateboard to her even though he didn't use it. He said a girl like her would just hurt herself with it.   

Now, the only thing standing between Rebekah Rainbow and almost complete girlhood was his determination to refuse to pee sitting down.

When the cleaning was done and all signs of his status as a male were removed from the house, Wendy presented Rebekah with a frilly white apron to wear over his dress.  There was a pink outlined heart on the chest with the phrase, "Mommy's Little Helper" written in cursive script in the center.  While Wendy went outside to get the grill warmed up Elena tasked Rebeka with making a pasta salad. He cringed at the amount of chipotle pepper the recipe asked for.  Rebekah did everything he was told like a good little girl.  He set the pasta salad to chill in the fridge. Soon the rest of the cooking would be left to Wendy and the grill. 

"Okay," Elena announced, "Time for you to get dressed for the party,"

"What?" he asked, looking down at this dress, "I'm already dressed."

She laughed, "Oh that?  That's just a simple little play dress. You have to wear a much nicer costume for your party."

With knees knocking in nervousness, Rebekah Rainbow followed his mother back upstairs to his new and only room to see what horrible costume would come next.

[krystalasbaby2017]

They love the humiliation lol

[dolly bo peep]

LauraVB,

I like your story.

It looks like Becky-Bow has a long way to go.

I wonder how humiliating the party dress and party are going to be. I'm eager to read about that.

[LauraVB]

Rebekah Rainbow showered and then pulled on yet another diaper.  His mother handed him pink and white gingham patterned plastic panties with white lace at the leg openings and in rows of ruffles on the rear.

The dress was a pink and white gingham pattern western style cowgirl dress.  Below the checkered bodice was a row of hanging white tassels.  The short puff sleeves and midsection of the front of the dress were solid white, with checkered pattern trim on the edge of the sleeves.  There was a short gingham pattern skirt and and a second white layer of skirt peeking out beneath it. The tutu like petticoat he was forced to pull up also had two tiers, the top of pink and the bottom of white. 

The dress buttoned down the back which was entirely covered in the checkered pink and white besides the sleeves.  A white half apron was tied around his waist.  As he looked down at the apron resting on his poofy, swishing skirts he saw an embroidered pink star as if a sheriff's badge.  It proclaimed the bearer as, "The Baby Sheriff of Snuggleton."

The apron tied in a big white bow in the rear of the dress and at it's sides along the waist it had holsters.  Instead of guns, the holsters held two baby bottles identical to the ones Rebekah used to play with his doll.

With difficulty his mother helped him awkwardly pull on white cowgirl boots covered in glittery sequins in swirl patterns.  The black hair of the wig was pulled into a braided pony tail that hung down his back. On his head he wore a pink cowgirl hat which tied loosely underneath his chin.  The front of the hat was adorned with the image of what looked like a feminine styled jeweled crown or coronet done in silver glittery sequins.  He wore tight fitting white faux leather gloves. 

"Happy Sunshine, y'all! It's your best buddy out there on the range Baby Sherrif Xandra from Texas here with another episode of MAKEUP MAYYYYYYYHEMMMMMMMM! Y'all won't believe the two cute little varmints I saw in the garden this morning. Two little bunnies got inside the fence and I yelled, 'Y'all critters stop eating my eggplants and...'" Alexandra droned on and somehow, Rebekah was not quite sure and not interested in asking for a rewind to work out exactly how, the story became about puppies midway through. Rebekah was relieved that for once Alexandra didn't seem to be putting on some weird accent and instead just sounded like a normal person to him. 

At one point Alexandra stood and quick drew two baby bottles, spinning both deftly, and then mimed shooting them up into the air, "Pew-pew, pew-pew!  There won't be any naughty babies in Snuggleton with you and me on the case, Deputy Baby!"

Elena laughed seeing Rebekah look down at his apron as if in frustration. "Guess the town is only big enough for one Baby Sheriff, Becky-Bow. Maybe if you do a good enough job convincing everyone you're sorry at the party you can write her a fan letter and see if she'll give you that promotion. She could probably win Baby Mayor of Snuggleton and open up the job for you."

"Ugggh, stop it, Mom! Why do you even need to be here if I'm not in the mittens anymore."  Even as he said it he flexed his hands and cringed in frustration. His hands were much more free than they were in the mittens but they would still be somewhat clumsy in the stiff gloves.

Elena smiled, "Oh, don't you like getting some nice peaceful quality time together?  Just focusing on being pretty and pleasant instead of being aggravating and causing trouble?"

"No, I hate it," he whined. "I've learned my lesson, isn't there another way?" 

"I don't think so, Becky-Bow.  Now that's enough whining for today.  If I hear any more complaints, you may very well find yourself having a meeting with Mr. Medium."

Rebekah cringed in fear.

Elena went on, "The rules for today and for whenever you are in public are this: You are going to do everything you possibly can to behave like the good little girl your sister AND your mother know you are.  You will smile. You will do as you are told. You will be positive and chipper and upbeat about it.  You say that you are sorry, so this is what is being asked of you to prove it.

"It's going to be a little embarrassing, but sticks and stones, Rebekah.  You'll live, and now you'll know how it feels to be the butt of the joke a little bit. It's natural for you to sass back a little in private but in public your behavior will be beyond reproach, little lady. This family will be a united front saying that you are reformed and you will not make me into a liar.  You do not want to test me or your sister on this. I promise you that, Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez.  You will do everything you can to tell the world you are a well behaved and you like to act like a girl.  You will do it pro-actively, do you know what that means?"

"Without being told. But Mom, it's so humiliating. It's not fair.  It's really not!  No matter what I did."

"That boy Samuel will be coming with that girl June.  Do you remember last Halloween?  He wore a costume like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  He didn't seem embarrassed or humiliated at all.  Why is it SO embarrassing for you.  It's just clothes.  This punishment wouldn't even work on Samuel, he'd just laugh it off and have fun with it, you know.  Do you know why that is, Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez?"

A blushing Rebekah said nothing.

"It's because he's a masculine boy and he's secure in his masculinity, Becky-Bow.  He doesn't worry that wearing a dress is exposing anything about him.  You aren't like that because that isn't who you are supposed to be.  That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. A feminine person like you isn't supposed to be secure in masculinity.

"It's okay that you need to be treated like a little girl, but you just need to cut it out with all the male ego bullshit and aggression and let us do it. It's a lot of work looking after an ultra feminine, helpless little girl like Rebekah Rainbow, the Deputy Baby Sheriff of Snuggleton. So, that little girl should be nice and grateful and helpful as a way of saying, 'Thanks.'"

"I'm not a girl, Mom," was all he could say in reply.

"You're going to behave like a good little girl today and every day if you ever want that to be true again. Until then, I recommend you try and find a way to have fun with it and laugh if you insist you're a boy.  You'll be back to being one eventually if that's true. Now go downstairs. Wendy has a present for you.  I'm going to go get myself ready,"  She kissed him on the cheek and patted his ruffled rear and sent him on his way.

Downstairs, Wendy presented him with his gift and told him precisely how he was to play with it and how he was to behave at the party. She had him push the stroller and doll and all the accessories outside.  She had him practice in the yard with the new toy as well.  His face was red with anger and humiliation as he did it until a warning from Wendy had him smiling and acting at playing enthusiastically instead.

Eventually their mother came downstairs and smiled upon seeing Rebekah at play as instructed.  "Perfect!" she told Wendy. 

Rebekah stopped at a barked command from Wendy and looked up in surprise at his mother.  She was wearing a dress that practically matched his own.  It was cut for an adult woman of course and far less fussy, intricate, and frilly than his own. Otherwise the dress could have been a grown up version of the western style toddler outfit Rebekah wore.  It was knee length pink and white gingham dress with petticoat like a square-dancing lady might wear.  She had her black hair tied back in a ponytail as well and wore pink boots. She had even done her makeup similarly to how she had done Rebekah's under Alexandra's instruction.  She did not go as far as to wear a matching hat.  Wendy wore jeans and a t-shirt.

"Now," Elena told Rebekah, "This 'Mommy and Me' outfit thing isn't just for fashion, Becky-Bow.  It's to show Rebecca's parents that you are now very firmly under Mommy's thumb and very unlikely to get into any more trouble.  Why don't you try that word on for size, Becky-Bow?"  Elena crossed her arms expectantly.

"Okay, Mommy."

"Good girl."

Rebekah squirmed, cringed, swished his skirts, simpered, and curtsied as his only humiliating reply.  Then, all three turned to look back towards the house as the doorbell rang.