Fed Up

[LauraVB]

The idea of telling his sister in front of everyone that he needed to go "sit down and take a wee-wee" was out of the question.  Rebekah Rainbow decided once again that he had no other choice.  He stopped trying to fight it.  He was going to pee in his diaper in front of everyone and all of them would think it was because he was exactly the sort of infantile little girl he was dressed as. He would know the truth though, he was standing up for his boyhood to his sister by refusing to be obedient on this one point no matter what.

Then, rescue came from an unexpected source.  There was a tap on his shoulder and he felt hot breath on his neck. He heard Samuel whispering quietly in his ear. "Hey, want a distraction so you can sneak inside? June owes me."

Rebekah turned and looked at the red headed boy suspiciously. "You're just trying to mess with me, leave me alone," he complained.  Rebekah didn't want anyone hovering over him when he did what he had to do.

"It's not a trick. I swear. I need to talk to you about something anyway.  I want a favor. Come on."

Samuel took Rebekah by the hand and started walking toward the door. Rebekah had gotten so used to being led around he barely even considered pulling away. Wendy looked over at them and started to yell something but she was cut off as June tripped and dropped two glass bottles of beer she had been carrying in the direction of Mr. and Mrs. Miller.  The bottles shattered on the concrete patio. 

Rebekah realized it looked like Wendy was actually distracted enough for this to work.  Elena was busy entertaining the Millers and Rebekah couldn't use her hands well enough to clean up all the glass. Wendy was turned facing the other direction helping June carefully pick up the larger shards.  He still didn't trust Samuel though, "I'm not agreeing to do any favors for you. You guys are all against me," he said quietly.

"Whatever, you'll hear me out though right?" he said.

"Fine," Rebekah agreed, deciding that the further away he was from Wendy at any time might be the better.

Rebekah Rainbow shivered in the cold air conditioned house as the glass door slid shut. He felt goosebumps forming on his exposed, bare legs and arms. Samuel was slim but taller than Rebekah and Rebekah felt completely humiliated as the younger boy with the tight grip on his hand led him to the stairs instead of towards the downstairs bathroom. "Hurry!" Rebekah squealed to the boy, unable to keep an infantile, desperate, feminine tone out of his voice.

Samuel laughed and stood aside.  He bowed mockingly and gestured upwards. "Where are my manners?  Ladies first, of course."

Rebekah didn't hesitate.  "Look at me!" he thought automatically. He waddled, pee danced, and flounced his way up  at the best pace he could.  Samuel stood at the bottom of the stairs and smiled up at the site of the formerly bullying boy now acting like a helpless toddler girl.

With only seconds to spare Rebekah finally found himself standing in front of the toilet.  He hooked his thumbs into the diaper and plastic panties he wore and yanked them down. He gathered as much skirt and petticoat as he could with his left hand and held them up and out of the way.  Then, he peed standing up like a boy.

It was one of the most comforting and satisfying feelings he had ever had in his life. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned when he was finished.  It wasn't just about relieving himself from a desperately full bladder when he thought he was doomed to a humiliating accident, it was also about asserting that no matter what they did to him he was still and always would be a boy.  When he was done, he pulled up his pink diapers and plastic panties and smoothed out the skirts of his dress.  He stepped outside the bathroom, a boy.

"Okay, now we talk about that favor," Samuel said. "But first I have something much more important..."

"Hurry," Rebekah said as he allowed Samuel to again take his hand and lead him.  They sat on the bed in Rebekah's new room. 

Rebekah sat there grappling with a strange mix of feelings.  There was fear, humiliation, but also gratefulness that Samuel had made escape from Wendy possible.  Samuel inched closer to him on the bed.  He was uncomfortably close, in fact. Rebekah could feel his warmth in contrast to the freezing house.  Elena had the habit of leaving the air conditioner locked at temperatures that made Rebekah sweat most of the time but then set it to arctic when guests were present. Samuel wore nice warm jeans and a long sleeved white t-shirt.

"Listen, the girls are all trying to trick you."

Rebekah tried to move away from him on the bed but his mass of petticoats and skirts made it difficult.  It just made it looked like he was squirming in discomfort. Fear and humiliation started to win out over gratefulness in his heart.  "Like you aren't part of it? I'm not going to humiliate myself for you and give you more blackmail material or whatever horrible favor you want."

"Listen! They're trying to turn you into a girl for real."

"I know Samuel, I'm not an idiot. I know you guys are trying to mess with me like I messed with Rebecca.  You want me to be scared I'll turn into a real girl because I made Rebecca believe something that wasn't real."

"No, you don't get it.  It is real.  You can turn into a girl for real.  You have to listen to me!" he said, his face twisted as if in desperate fear.  Samuel stood, his hand briefly brushing Rebekah's bare leg and quite a bit of skirt as he pushed himself up.

Rebekah shivered at the warm, seemingly accidental, touch. More goosebumps appeared on his arms and legs. He groaned as he looked down around him.  There was so much skirt and petticoat surrounded him it would be impossible for anyone to sit beside him on the bed without brushing up against some of it.

He held his hands on his bare knees half to try and warm them and half to relieve the discomfort in his muscles from having to hold them together all the time when he sat down all day.  "Oh, shut up you idiot. You think just because you let me sneak away from my sister I'm gonna believe anything you say?  That doesn't happen."

"It does! It happened to me already. You're the idiot. Wake up. I'm trying to help you here." Samuel took his phone from his pocket and opened a picture to show Rebekah. "See?"

It was a picture from the previous Halloween of Samuel dressed as Dorothy in a blue and white gingham print dress with petticoats, pigtails, and ruby slippers.  "It's a Halloween costume, so what?" Rebekah said.

"You think I would ever dress like that by choice? I'm a guy, Rebekah. I wanted to go as a zombie last year.  But that morning I woke up as a girl.  I swear it. My Mom didn't want me to stay in and my old costume didn't fit right anymore. I had to get a girl's costume. You have to listen to me. They aren't lying that turning into a girl is real, and they're trying to make it happen to you too." 

[LauraVB]

"Have you ever seen me wear anything like that before that day or after? Nope."

"Fine," Rebekah said, deciding to play along, "Prove it."

Samuel opened the web browser on his phone.  "Sure. I've been researching this all year trying to find out what the hell happened.  I looked into everything.  For a while I thought I'd been abducted by aliens or something, I dunno. I've been freaking the hell out.  I know exactly what you're looking for."

Samuel had several tabs ready on his browser with what appeared to be reports from somewhat credible local news sources mixed with conspiracy sites.  In truth, it was a jailbroken phone that he set up to return phony results even if Rebekah tried searching on his own.  Rebekah didn't, fearing he was short on time, but he still wasn't entirely convinced.

"Everybody would know about this if it was true.  They would teach it in school.  Boys can't turn into girls. It makes no sense."

"They keep it secret on purpose," Samuel said.

"'They' who?" Rebekah said, rolling his eyes.

"Girls, women, the boys that know."

"Nobody can keep a conspiracy of billions of people."

"Sure they can. It's like Santa or the Tooth Fairy. Everybody finds out eventually when the time is right.  All the clues are there.  It's obvious if you bother to look...but you're kind of an asshole if you go around shouting about it. Girls don't tell anyone, they just try and help the new girls get through it."

"What? Why?"

"Well for some people it would be like Christmas.  Think about it, if you were a transgender girl wouldn't you love for it to happen to you?"

"So why don't they tell everyone?"

"It's just super, super, super rare.  They don't want to scare boys with something that's less likely than being struck by lightning. They don't want to give transgender girls false hope before they're old enough to understand this doesn't happen for everyone and some of them might need surgery for their condition."

"But why even bother with hormones and surgery and all that if this is possible?"

"Dude, I just told you.  It's super rare.  You can't force it.  What you can do, is make it a little more likely to happen."

"How?" Rebekah asked, still in an eye rolling mood. 

"Isn't it obvious?  Look, when transgender people go to the doctor the first thing the doctors tell them to try is to start living and presenting as the opposite gender full time.  Sometimes they say you have to do it for a full year.  They'll recommend it before hormones or surgery.  But why?  Rebekah, are you a boy?"

Rebekah crossed his arms and frowned, "Yes, you asshole."

"I'm not fuc-king with you! Of course you are.  And how long have you known that?"

"I've always been a boy."

"Right, duh, it's obvious. People know what they are. So why bother telling transgender people to start living as the opposite gender before starting hormone treatment?  They already know what their gender is no matter what clothes they wear just like you do.  The doctors recommend it because it can work. They don't just waste people's time.  It can solve the entire problem if you try it first.  Super rare cases sure, but why not try it just in case?  There's no harm in it and then you might avoid a lot of needless hormones and surgery.  Something subconscious in the brain senses you acting like the opposite gender and so your DNA starts changing to adapt. It's evolution I guess.  In a situation where there weren't enough men or women some great, great, great, great, grandmofather of mine must have changed sex to keep the tribe going or something and passed down the ability."

"Okay, Samuel. Okay. I totally believe you," Rebekah said in a deadpan suggestive of sarcasm. "I do have one question though."

"Okay," Samuel said. "Shoot, Deputy."

Rebekah's face scrunched up in annoyance but he went on, "Well, dumbass, we go to the same school and I've seen you at the urinal so I'm pretty sure you're not a girl, dipshit."

"Watching me at the urinal, huh?" he asked.

"Stop joking around, Samuel!"

Samuel's waved it off and his face fell, "You don't get it! We're running out of time.  Look, it doesn't have to be permanent. You change back eventually unless you do a few things. That's another reason they keep it secret. They don't want to embarrass boys like me by having everybody know we were girls for a while. Are you listening?  Don't tell me I didn't warn you if it does happen. There's nothing you can do about the first one so you better get ready for it.

"The first thing is peeing like a girl.  As soon as you do you'll feel yourself becoming more girly.  I bet you're thinking wearing a diaper and standing will help, but trust me it won't.  Wetting your pants as a girl is totally different than doing it as a boy.  You should just sit down and get it over with if you do turn into a girl.  Don't ever pee sitting down if you don't though. Don't let your sister force you. Acting like a girl is how you make this more likely to happen.  That's why I made sure to get to you before your sister did.  You're lucky June owed me.  She wants this to happen as much as your sister does.

"The other stuff you can avoid though. Don't become best friends with a girl.  Don't kiss a boy on the lips or fall in love.  Don't start thinking that you want to have babies."

He sat back down and before Rebekah could protest took Rebekah's gloved hands in his own and held them tightly in seeming desperation, "Look, I know you don't believe me, but listen to me.  Please, take this seriously. This is the most important thing and it may be the hardest. I know it's going to be the absolute first thing you want to do.  But whatever happens, if you do turn into a girl...never, ever, ever, ever touch your girl parts down there. Not once.  Every single report I found where it was permanent said that it happened right after they touched it. It'll be little messy when you go sit to pee if you don't wipe so you will have to be careful, but trust me, don't touch it.  I didn't touch mine and I turned right back into a boy."

Rebekah rolled his eyes yet again, "Okay, Samuel, I'll remember."

"Now about that favor," Samuel replied.

"Like I'm doing anything for you after all that bull.  You said I didn't have to so I won't.  How about that?"

"Okay.  But all the favor involves is coming to my house to help me get ready for a test tomorrow after school.  Wouldn't you like to get away from your sister for a while?"

Rebekah considered it.  Rebekah would be a terrible tutor even if he was a grade ahead but he could let Samuel find that out on his own.  "Fine," Rebekah said suspiciously, "If Wendy says it's okay," he was forced to add humiliatingly. 

Samuel smiled at him oddly, "Sweet! Awesome," he said, unable to hide his happiness. 

"One other question," Rebekah asked as he narrowed his eyes at the other boy, "Why would you want to help me now when you've been encouraging and laughing right along with them this whole time?"

Samuel smirked, letting go of Rebekah's hands.  He stood and brushed back his wavy red hair, "You deserve to be punished and humiliated, don't get me wrong. You were such a piece of shit. But look, I just don't like girls. That's all. Especially not after what happened to me. I don't want you to turn into one for real."

"You're such a liar. You're friends with June and Abby and you hang out with them all the time. Stop messing with me!"  Rebekah stood and petulantly waddle flounced from the room, leaving a laughing Samuel watching behind him.

[SissyBraelyn]

The best way to lie is to tell half truths the Dorothy dress could have just been forced on him so it could be technically true that he wanted to be a zombie for Halloween
If you want to get someone to believe you give them information that sort of makes sense like the trying the gender out before having surgery
Gaining his trust like Doug did to Rebecca only to feed him lies until he believed them eventually because you trust your friends well that’s the thought
Samuel is the worst of them all and Rebekah knows it but for how long before he believes his crap

[LauraVB]

Authors note:  On second thought, this story will not be continued even elsewhere.  Again, all my fault.  I've asked Betty to delete it. 

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for the update. Hope mom gives in and goes for the petticoat punishment for Doug.  Also the humilation of having to apologize to the little girl and have his mom see him dressed.

[SissyBraelyn]

This has always been a dark just desserts sort of story using bullying and humiliation to help condition him into the acceptance of his feminine side, the only thing that was wrong was Wendy dragging innocent people down her dark war path
The thing that made it hard to was we didn’t have an age for Doug so we knew how horrible he was if he too was a child himself it would have been extreme actions but if he was a teen picking on little girls you could understand the darkness of him as well from what his father did to him by forcing masculinity into him as someone who was in touch with his feminine side if only a little and making him reject all forms of femininity creating the monster he became he ends up becoming a victim of his father and his sister

[LauraVB]

Yeah, the age thing was a result of me not being entirely certain what I wanted it to be when I started.  It was a huge mistake to publish this as I was writing it.  I was going to put it in concrete when he goes back to school.  Middle school age is where I ended up with. 

I also intended for only one more day of force after what was depicted so far.  Then multiple endings, to give an offramp because I knew people wouldn't like one of the choices.

I gave the readers zero reason to believe or trust I had this in mind though.  The very next chapter was going to explain what I was trying to do in metaphorical terms and explain why pain and fear is part of it.  Again, sorry folks.  I realize now even that wouldn't have been enough.  Some things you just have to be upfront about, and potentially disturbing content is one of them.