Fed Up

[babycakes]

Excellent story!  Thank you for writing LauraVB.  The timing/sequences are perfect and the descriptions of clothing, emotions and settings are spot-on.  Can't wait to read of Doug's apology, June's reaction, Mom's reaction and whether Doug can expect an extensive petticoating.  Just out of curiosity, what are Doug's and Wendy's ages.  If I missed this point, my apologies.  Wonder if June may bring along a few friends and whether they may end up as Doug's babysitters when he's in the baby girl outfits.  Wish the foundation/ warehouse was a reality.

[LauraVB]

Doug was led by the hand to stand in front of the bathroom mirror.  Wendy propped up a pink tablet computer and a still image was frozen on the screen.  Doug saw what appeared to be a girl dressed completely identically to him.  There was also a pink and white makeup table and mirror in the frame.

“Wow! She's even prettier than you, huh little sis?” Doug marveled at the image on the screen and had to agree.  She continued, “It's just the makeup though. Here...”  She handed him a pink tinted ziplock bag full of a few items, one of which he recognized as a lipstick tube. 

“Makeup lessons and supplies come with every outfit, little sis. Each outfit is a different lesson and you can practice and learn as you go along. You're gonna be a makeup expert in no time! Now watch the video and do it exactly as you're told.  The video will assume you're a total beginner. Have fun!”

Wendy pressed play on the video and it came to life with cutesey kpop music of some kind.  Wendy laughed as she left him in the bathroom hearing the high pitched feminine voice from the video congratulating him on looking so nice and being so dedicated to learning how to be pretty and instructing him to put each item of makeup out on the counter so he could learn what each of them was for.

Meanwhile, Wendy went to her brother's old room and unlocked the door.  She went inside and went through all his clothes and laundry and removed all of his boys underwear.  She ran out of the house across the street and stuffed the trash bag full of them into the same can as she had made her brother stuff his pants into earlier.  She didn't care what her mother said about keeping him in dresses, she was going to make it as hard as possible to him to go back to boys underwear either way.

When she was done she went back upstairs and snapped a photo of Doug as he smeared on his first ever lipstick.  When he was finished he no longer looked anything like the male he was always pretending to be.  Now he looked exactly how he acted...like Wendy's frilly clothes wearing, soppy, bratty little sister.

She led him downstairs and sat down on an easy chair and watched him practice his curtsy. “No, do it better.  More girly like.”

“How?” he whined, “I don't know how to curtsy!”

Wendy laughed, “Come to think of it, it's not like I've ever done it.”  She went back upstairs and returned with the tablet.  She reversed it back to the beginning of the makeup video and held out for him to watch again.  “She curtsied right at the start. You can do it just like she does!” Wendy commanded.

Doug did his best to copy the video but he was very clumsy.  “I can't do it as good as her!” he whined, “I'm not a real little girl! Where did they even find her?"  He had never in his life seen a girl wear something like this dress. His sister never would have on her life. "She probably takes ballet classes every day!"

“Practice makes perfect, little sis” Wendy said, smirking.  “And is that what you think, all girls should just wear pink and take ballet and look pretty and curtsy for you? Maybe I should sign you up for ballet with the other little girls and maybe then you can learn how to curtsy with a little grace."

"I didn't say anything like that!" he complained.

"That thing between your legs doesn't mean anything.  It's just confusing you.  You're the biggest girly girl that ever lived and you'll curtsy better than anyone because little sisters do what they're told...Now do it!”

Doug did his best, dipping curtsy after curtsy to his sister but still she wasn't satisfied.  “At this rate you aren't going to have any time to play before June gets here,” she said cryptically.  Before she could explain, the doorbell rang.  Doug froze in fear, half dipped in a curtsy. 

“Okay,” Wendy said in a gruff no-nonsense tone, “Now it's time to go face the music for what you've done.  Go and answer the door and show June in.”

“But I'll never be able to show my face at school again!” he whined.

“Well then you shouldn't have gone and picked on June and you wouldn't be in this mess.  Do you want me to spank you in front of her instead? That's one way to show you're sorry I guess.”

“No!” he shouted in alarm. 

“Do you want me to show her the video of me spanking you? Or post it online?”

He gasped. “What video?”

She laughed and reached for her phone.  In moments she was playing the video for him and he cringed as he listened to himself cry and beg. Her order from the website had come along with cheap but versatile and easy to conceal wireless cameras. 

The doorbell rang again. With butterflies in his stomach he started walking towards the door.  He opened it.

June was there and Wendy laughed seeing she had brought two friends from her class along as well.  There was a girl named Abby and a boy named Samuel. 

Everyone present was dressed in jeans and simple t-shirts besides Wendy's little sister.  As quickly as he could he bobbed as minimal as possible a curtsy. He was too nervous to remember anything he had practiced but too scared of Wendy not to curtsy at all.

As he dipped, he felt a strong breeze blow in the door.  The petticoats and skirt of his dress caught in them and suddenly he was jumping up and down and squealing with his hands at his crotch holding his skirts down to try and conceal his embarrassing underwear. 

Everyone pointed and laughed at him.  He was desperate for his humiliation at the hands of his fed up older sister to be complete. He wailed, still grasping desperately at his skirt and petticoats despite the now calm and quiet air, “I'm sorry for picking on you, June! I'll never do it again!  I'll be a goo..”

He looked back up at his sister, “Do I have to say it? Please don't make me!”

She simply crossed her arms across her chest and looked at him expectantly.

“I'll be a good girl from now on!” he wailed.

“Well be a good girl and invite your guests in,” Wendy commanded.

“What?!” he looked up in alarm. “I thought...” Wendy glared at him,  “Will you please come in?” he stammered meekly in a daze, totally under his sister's command. 

He turned around and followed Wendy back in and as he did he heard the three behind him burst into laughter.  Blushing furiously his hands flew to his rear to try and conceal the humiliating rainbow colored ruffles, but as he looked behind him he saw that June was actually pointing down lower towards his thighs.

Doug squealed in abject humiliation and horror and ran into the house.  He stopped in front of the mirror and looked down at his rear.  Just below the humiliating ruffled bloomers his thighs were still BRIGHT RED from his spanking.  Wendy had aimed her blows so that they would remain visible, and now all of them had seen.

"You get spanked by your sister often, little girl?" Samuel taunted, looking at him squirming desperately in discomfort in his ludicrous frilly dress with a grin.  It was obvious he was humiliated beyond belief that his underwear was showing.

"No!" Doug whined, "Leave me alone!"

"Like you left my sister alone!?" Abby asked. "You deserve this and more!"

Wendy saw her little sister's cheeks blossom red in blushing humiliation all over again at the mention of Abby's sister.  She wondered what that was all about.

“So do you know why he's so obsessed with the rainbows, guys?" Wendy asked their visitors.  “He absolutely seems to hate them.”

“Oh absolutely,” said June, glaring at Doug, “We know exactly why,” she said, her own face turning red from anger.  “This was precisely the right way to dress your little sister for her punishment. How did you know?”

“I didn't,” Wendy laughed, “He told me this is what he should wear himself, with a little persuasion,” she mock went to slap his thighs again.

He cringed and squealed and yelled, “Noooo!” Everyone laughed.

She went on, “So if you know why he picked this maybe you can tell me.  And I get the sense there's a name he has picked out for himself already he doesn't want to share either.  Do you three happen to know what it is?”

“Oh yeah,” June said, “This is gonna be so great.  You're bro...little sister's new name is...”

All three of the kids joined in and with taunting voices said it together, “REBEKAH RAINBOW!”

“Rebekah Rainbow?” Wendy said with a smile, “Did he come up with that?”

All three nodded and glared at Wendy's little sister angrily.

“But not as a name for himself I bet. Well, I think I like it.  Congrats, little sister...Rebekah Rainbow. You've got a new name.  Now, someone tell me...what does it mean?”

[krystalasbaby2017]

Interesting curious to see where this goes

[Sissy Little Girl]

LauraVB: 

You have got to keep going with this story.  I am hooked reading this and I can't wait to hear why he picked the name "Rebekah Rainbow."
Keep going kid, we all have inquiring minds.

[LauraVB]

“Should we tell her or should you?” June demanded of Rebekah.

“Why don't you?” suggested Wendy, “Rebekah can serve us some drinks and then she can sit and play nicely while we talk.”

Soon Rebekah stood poutyfaced in front of June, the girl who not hours earlier he had been bullying and dominating with his male bravado.  Now he was offering her a glass of soda from a tray while he stood in a humiliating rainbow print dress and pinafore with his frilly girls bloomers exposed as he was being utterly and completely dominated by his big sister.

Rebekah curtsied to June and said “You're welcome,” when thanked after prompting from Wendy.  Wendy then sat him down on the floor in the corner kneeling and went down to the basement to retrieve something.

Abby sneered at him, “We're going to help your sister keep you like this for as long as possible.  My sister was depressed all summer, you jerk!”

Samuel and June nodded along with her words.

“I'm sorry!” he whined, “I didn't know!”  None of them seemed satisfied.  “Please don't help my sister!' he begged but they were not moved by his plea.           

Wendy soon came back up the stairs carrying a large pink box.  “First things first,” she said.  She reached into the box and pulled out a small jewel case and opened it, inside were instructions which Wendy began to read.  “Who has nimble hands?”

Samuel volunteered, eager to help in anything that would leave Doug further stuck as Rebekah Rainbow, and that seemed to be all his sister had in mind for Rebekah.  Reading the instructions and what the device would do, Samuel laughed. “Where did this stuff come from?” he asked. “This is downright evil,” he said, grinning.

He knelt down beside what used to be the stupid bullying boy named Doug from the grade ahead of them who now was a soppy little girl who went by the name of Rebekah Rainbow.  He took the tweezers from the jewel case and delicately used them to pick up one of the small miniaturized speakers.  The instructions said the ashesive on the tiny marvel of technology would keep it in place for months hidden just inside Rebekah's ear canal, and since it wouldn't have to make much noise at all to be painfully loud from within his own ear, the battery inside would last that long too.

With satisfaction he shined a light into Rebekah's ear with his phone and saw that the first speaker was set perfectly in place.  He moved to Rebekah's other side and repeated the process.  “There, all done!” he announced.

“Let's try it out!” Abby said.

Wendy reached into the box and pulled out an uncannily, creepily hyper-realistic looking baby doll dressed in a simple pink onesie, wearing a pink knit cap.  Wendy handed the baby doll to Rebekah who started with fright at how realistically heavy it was, almost dropping it at first.  He shuddered, the doll felt warm almost like it was alive.  He reasoned that it must be electronic and use a lot of power.  It appeared to even have a movable animatronic face.

June and Abby rummaged through the box and brought out several more items for Rebekah. There was a small baby bottle full of water.  There was a diaper bag full of diapers and baby powder.  There as a spoon and feeding bowl.  There was a brush and comb for baby's hair.  There was a towel for burping.  There was a change of clothes which was a pink and white dress.  There was a baby doll sized little swing chair.  Last but not least, a little stroller to complete the set.  Everything a little Mommy would need to take care of her pretend baby.

“What am I supposed to do with all this?” Rebekah asked moodily. "Dolls are boring," he whined.

“Watch your tone, young lady,” Wendy commanded. She smiled to see him grip the doll more tightly in fear at her sharp rebuke.  “You're to play with your doll and have fun so you won't bother the big kids while we talk about what you've done.”
 
He heard a soft voice suddenly say, “Mommy! Baba!”  He looked around trying to see where it had come from. Nobody else in the room had seen to hear it.  Suddenly he heard it again louder, “BABA!” the voice said.  Dumbfounded, Rebekah looked down at the doll.  It seemed to have an angry or distressed look now on it's creepy little face.One last time he heard the voice say, “MOMMY BABA MOMMY BABA!” Then, the toy's face shifted into an even angrier expression and it started to turn and twist in his arms. 

Suddenly he heard a screaming, crying baby.  Loud doesn't even begin to describe it.  It was the scream of a banshee, directly in both of his ears.  Imagine the most miserable, high pitched, LOUDEST, screaming baby temper tantrum you have ever heard in your life, and now push the volume up to eleven with the baby screaming directly in your ears.  Rebekah would give anything in the world to make it stop.

Everyone else in the room, heard a very soft, quiet, gentle, cutely squeaky, and barely bothersome “wah-wah” sound from the speaker in the toy itself.  “What do I do!?” Rebekah screamed in utter horror, his head spinning in confusion that everyone else was just sitting calmly despite the deafening cry. 

The tantrum gradually started to diminish to a lesser volume, but from the way the baby's face still showed an angry expression he reasoned it was only a brief respite before the temper tantrum resumed.  He looked up at the “big kids” in desperation.  Samuel had been trying to tell him something over and over but he couldn't hear.

“The instructions say the baby will tell you what to do, Rebekah.  She only starts crying if you ignore her.  Now be a good Mommy and do what she....”

The screaming resumed.  Rebekah desperately lunged for the bottle and jammed it as quickly as he could into the baby's mouth, but that only made the screaming LOUDER.  He couldn't believe that was possible. He looked up for help again, and Abby was miming repeating the action, but in a gentle motion.

Using all the willpower he could muster not to start screaming himself, he very gently placed the bottle in the baby's mouth.  The expression on the doll's face shifted to one of contentment with a barely audible clicking sound, and the baby suc-kled at the teet.  The intolerable screaming stopped and a quiet content gurgling and suc-king sound replaced it.  With a sigh he started to remove the bottle but as soon as he did the screaming started back up and he had no choice but to resume "feeding" the baby until the bottle was done.

“This is your brand new BabyGuard.  Baby, meet your Mommy, Rebekah Rainbow!” Wendy said, “She has cameras in her eyes, microphones in her ears, and a sophisticated AI program to monitor you.  If you don't take good care of her she will scream and debilitate you.”

“BabyGuard? Like a bodyguard?” Abby asked, “How's a baby supposed to guard him?”

Wendy grinned, “The BabyGuard isn't to protect Rebekah.  It's to protect all of us from having to put up with bored, mischievous little girls causing trouble when nobody is around to keep an eye on them.  When I saw it on the website, I knew one would be perfect for you, Rebekah.  You're always causing trouble just to get attention. Well now that won't be a problem anymore.  When you're playing with Baby her and Mommy will have each other's complete attention.  No need to bother the older kids or Mommy.  You don't want baby to cry, do you? See, it's not boring.  It's a game.  You just match the accessory to her need.  If she needs a baba, you give it to her.  If she needs diaper change you give her one.”

“But that's easy. That isn't a game!” he whined.

Wendy laughed, “It will get harder as you go.  After a while sometimes she won't tell you what she needs before she starts crying.  But guess what? Each time before she needs a baba she will gurgle or mumble in exactly the same way.  The same thing when she needs to be fed too, and everything else. It will just be a tiny, tiny little bit different or maybe it will be a squeak or a squeal instead of a gurgle.  That's for Mommy to figure out.  So, if you don't want to hear her cry at all, you can learn to sit very quietly and listen for her tells when you're playing with her.”

“But I won't be able to do that all the time.  What do I do if I don't know why it's crying?! You don't understand how loud the crying is!”

Wendy crossed her arms, “Oh yeah?  Like I don't know how loud a whining and crying little girl can be, Rebekah?  Haven't I lived with you my whole life? Well anyway, it's not my problem.  You're the little Mommy so it's your responsibility.”

“The facial expressions will be different,” Samuel said, looking up from the instructions.  “Where did you get this?  I've never seen technology like this.  It must have been expensive.”

“Nope,” Wendy shrugged.

“But ho..”  Samuel began, “Well nevermind, as long as we get revenge for what he did to Rebecca last year I don't care how much of your Mom's money you spent.”

“I said I was sorry!” Rebekah squealed from where he sat kneeling on the floor, but they ignored him.  He heard the voice in his ear. “Sleepy Mommy, Sleepy!” 

“How do I put her to sleep!?” Rebekah demanded desperately.  Abby giggled and made rocking motions at him with her arms.

Rebekah started to rock the baby back and forth and the eyes slowly started shut,  but each time one of the other kids spoke the baby's eyes shot back open.  Rebekah looked at them al in desperation and said the only thing he could think of, “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Wendy laughed.  “Okay, little sis, time to go play outside so we can talk.”  She collected all of the baby's accessories in the stroller and pushed it and Rebekah towards the door. 

“Is it okay to leave him alone out there?  What if he tries to climb the fence and run?” June asked, not wanting to see her chance at revenge slip away.

Samuel laughed, “He's not going anywhere.”

“And why not?” June asked.

“That's what the BabyGuard is for, to keep him here and keep him occupied.  If he goes and leaves the doll here, the crying will make it so he can't even think enough to run.  If he takes it with him, well it has a tracker in it obviously.  If it gets too far from approved locations the crying will debilitate him anyway and Wendy will know exactly where he is.”

“But someone might see me out there!” Rebekah whined as he was herded out the glass door. 

All four of them said at once, “Good!”

The sliding door slammed shut.  The four kids watched Rebekah Rainbow looking glumly towards the fence for a few moments.  Then, he stamped his foot, making his petticoats bounce adorably.  He rubbed for a few seconds at his pained thighs before turning around and blushing realizing he was still being watched.  He heard the laughter through the door.  With no other option, he walked towards a lawn chair and plopped down with the doll in his lap. He started rocking it back and forth and after a few minutes it almost looked like it was going to “Sleep” but then the sliding door opened and Samuel's head popped out, “You should talk to it and comfort it too! That helps!”  The baby's eye's popped back fully open.

Rebekah glared at Samuel but he could not dare talk back or complain. He only had one choice.  He started to rock the baby again and blushed in mortification as he softly added things like, “There there, baby. There, there, go to sleep,” and “Mommy's here.”

Inside, Wendy turned to her new little group of co-conspirators in feminizing her brother once and for all.  “So come on, enough chit chat. Tell me about the name. Don't you know how insanely rude it is to keep people waiting and waiting like this?”

[LauraVB]

“My little sister,” Abby began, “is named Rebecca.”

“Just like mine?” Wendy asked, smirking. "They should be friends."

"They were!" Abby shouted, "At least he pretended they were.  Anyway, my sister is Rebecca with two Cs.  Your sister is Rebeka with a K."

Abby went on to start telling the story.  Rebecca with a C was a bit of a gifted kid, to put it mildly. Abby would say she was a genius. She had skipped ahead multiple grades.  She found schoolwork incredibly easy.  Despite that, her social maturity didn't really match her intellect yet the school was reluctant to let her move ahead so fast.  But, since her sister Abby would be there to look out for her in the end the decision was made to go ahead and try it. 

Abby was a good older sister and didn't feel intimidated by her younger sister being better than her at something, so she didn't resent having her much younger sister in the same grade as her at all.  She did her best to introduce her to everyone and make her feel welcome and things were going great.

Even moved ahead Rebecca didn't find the schoolwork to be a challenge and she started to become bored and listless.  After a discussion with the school, it was agreed they would look for an educational task that would challenge her.  Knowing that she was behind more on social skills than on any schoolwork, Abby came up with the idea of having her volunteer for the school peer tutoring program.  It's a free program to get tutors to kids who are falling behind.  Kids are paired up and then they spend a period each day working together.

Since Rebecca could skip any class without worry of falling behind, she had a really flexible schedule and started tutoring a lot of kids. 

“My little sister was in that program last year...” Wendy said, not liking where this was going. Doug, Rebekah, had always been behind on his schoolwork because he never did his homework no matter how much Wendy tried to force him.

She looked out through the glass window into the yard and saw Rebekah with a K still sitting there gently rocking and whispering to his doll.  Rebekah sat with knees clasped very tightly together, Wendy noticed with a sense of satisfaction.  He was so concerned with doing everything he could to do the impossible and try to hide his ridiculous juvenile and feminine underwear that he didn't seem to care at all how much of a prissy girly way to sit it was. No one had to teach him how to sit that way, he was just doing what all the girls did when they saw that nasty little Doug trying to look up their skirts.  Now that he was trying to conceal his own underwear in a short skirt, he knew just how to do it.

As they watched, Rebekah stood and nervously started walking to a clear and open spot on the paved patio.

“Is he going to make a run for it?” June asked, looking ready to give chase herself.

“I don't think so,” said Abby, pointing towards his fearful and blushing face as Rebekah turned to look inside to see if anyone was watching, which obviously they were.  It wasn't the look of someone who had just gathered the courage to start trying to stand up for themselves.

"Twirl me, Mommy! Twirl me!" the voice in Rebekah Rainbow's ear had begged.  "Oh no, oh no," Rebekah thought.  Who knows how many commands it could have?

As they watched, with arms outstretched Rebekah Rainbow slowly and awkwardly twirled around once with the baby doll's hands held in his own.  All of a sudden, Rebekah bent over and covered his ears. He let out a loud moaning complaint of his own. 

He then started to repeat the twirling motion faster and continuously.  All four of the "big kids" started to record him on their phones.  There was a hidden camera in the yard of course, but this was going to be too great to only have one angle of. 

Obviously concerned with the extreme shortness of his skirt and petticoats, Rebekah kept trying to slow back down but baby was not happy with that apparently. As they all watched he instead started to pick up speed continuously. 

As he spun the petticoats and dress twirled around with him and started to rise higher and higher, little by little.  Due to the shortness of the skirt and petticoats, twirling wasn't really revealing his girly underwear.  That's because they were already almost entirely in view even when he was standing still, besides the thick lacy waistband with it's cute rainbow colored bow in the front. 

As he twirled the waistband and bow first came into few. Then his naval which the bloomers were pulled almost all the way up to was revealed.  As Rebekah picked up speed and kept twirling and twirling, soon everything below his bust was exposed besides what was concealed by the bloomers. The skirts and petticoat twirled along with him, their momentum carrying and holding them all the way up, straight out from his body like a stiff tutu.

"Higher Mommy!" Rebekah heard. "Higher!"

As they watched his extended arms raised the doll higher as he twirled it, pulling his skirts up even more than they were from the twirling. Now you could just about see his bust itself the dress was raised so high.

He hopped mincingly in place from foot to foot in his mary janes, almost on tip toe trying desperately to keep up the speed.  He must have twirled at full speed like this for almost two minutes with most of his chest and navel exposed twirling like an over exuberant little girl who has totally forgotten or not yet learned any concept of modesty just having the most innocent fun she could with her dolly in her ultra prissy poofball dress.

"It's like Rebkah's trying to fly away like a helicopter," June said, giggling.

Finnally Rebekah's twirling came to a halt.  The momentum of the skirts carried them three quarters turn around his body after he stopped before they swished back into place and settled back down around him. Rebekah felt a sudden sense of relief as he stopped because with his dress settled back down his modesty was protected again.  He didn't have time to process that his concept of normal modesty had taken a very sudden shift after seeing how much more exposed he could be because he then immediately bent over from exhaustion and nausea.

Bent over, his rainbow colored rear and bright red thighs were fully exposed yet again.  Rebekah stumbled backwards clutching the baby doll in one arm and pinwheeling his other looking for something to grab on to, but there was nothing to be found.

He kept stumbling backwards and was a small little thud he backed into the glass door and stayed there, bent over with the humiliating rainbow colored ruffles of the bloomers and his stinging thighs pressed right against the glass for everyone to see.  He couldn't move for several minutes from nausea and heavy breathing and was helpless to do anything but wait there, bent over, until he recovered from his dizziness. Pictures, of course, were taken by the "big kids."  Before his head had even fully cleared, he heard the shrill little baby voice say, "Swing me, Mommy! Swing me!"  With a groan he walked over towards the little baby swing.

"He still walks like a boy," Abby said.

"Yeah, Rebekah Rainbow shouldn't be allowed to do that!" June added.

As they watched Wendy's little sister placed the swing on the ground and positioned the baby in it.  Standing, he tried to reach and bend down to push the swing, but after he did he looked up behind him towards the fence, clearly concerned someone might peek over and see him bending over and exposing his bloomers. 

Wendy watched him curiously to see what he would do, recording him again.  His face scrunched into another one of his bratty pouts, looking all the more girlish now thanks to the addition of the makeup she had made him put on all by himself.  He held his hands out in front of him near his naval with his arms resting on his puffball skirt balled up in fists.  He closed his eyes as if willing himself to do something and kept shaking his fists in frustration and what Wendy thought must be mortification. 

He unclenched his fists and started adjusting his skirts and petticoats, pulling this way and that trying to get them into a position he felt exposed him least. In a single, smooth, girlish little motion he squatted as low as he could, almost as if in a sitting position, by the swing instead. He started to push it. 

Wendy watched every little detail of his humiliating girlish little squat.  She thought she knew exactly why he must think squatting like that in his cute little dress was so humiliating. Her heart pounded in her chest.  She wanted this more than anything in the world.  June and Abby were right of course, Rebekah shouldn't be allowed to walk like a boy.  But Wendy knew there was one thing it was much, much more important he shouldn't be allowed to ever do like a boy again as soon as she could make it happen. 

[Angel6677]

They treat him as toddler girl . That seem fit pusnment for him  . It by sister and  girls that he picked on .