He toddled off to his room to retrieve her. He found that in his new heeled shoes he had to be extra careful, which he resented. The draught blew up his skirts right to his knickers, which reminded him that girls have to be more careful with their outfits as one mistake would show the world their underwear. Thankfully he was indoors with his Mama, he pondered. His sister, what was he thinking? His sister.
"So cute, it's extra cute knowing how awkward boys are with femininity. must be feeling so weak and fragile and the only thing you've got for comfort is your dolly! Tell Mama how you feel. Be honest christopher."
"Honestly? This is hell! Boys grow up thinking girls are the devil in lace! I can't handle all this! I'm all over the place! Can't you do anything?"
"I can. I can do anything. But I adore you this way, and so does your Mummy. Before I took charge you were lazy, dirty, sad, withdrawn, addicted to games, and boring. Now you are pretty, clean, useful, helpful, sweet, sensitive about everything and everyone and so so cute! This is my dream! I used to fantasise about giving you a makeover. And I always wanted you to play with me, but you never would."
"You could have played with me! You never asked!"
"What? Play football games all day? I'm a girly girl. I liked fashion, and dolls, crafts, dancing, and being constructive. When I asked you to play with me you always said no and your games are so unwelcoming to girls. I've heard your friends and what they say about girls. Now I can make sure you play whenever I want, however I want. My little baby sister. Isn't that cool? Now. Go put Ariel The Little Mermaid on right away!"
He moved to get up but she interjected. "Uh-uh-uh. Just as you are so keen to tell me when you refuse to do something, you will tell me when you obey. Now what do we say?"
"Yes Mama."
He was over a barrel. He couldn't afford more days and weeks to this torture, he hadn't even reached half of week one.
She grabbed a number of dolls and went into the box she had obtained from the attic and brought out a tea set, carefully positioning them around her floor.
She took her camera and set it to a timer, taking a picture of both of them pouring teapots for the delight of their audience.
"Now, I'm showing you all this so when I tell you to play tea set you wont have to ask me how. Ask Rapunzel if she wants some tea."
He cringed. Getting ordered about all day was taking its toll on his ego.
"Yes Mama."
He mumbled the words halfheartedly. "Rapunzel do you want some tea?"
"That's another two days! We're approaching 9 weeks! You have to listen to how I say it."
She mouthed the request with a high level of theatrics and a sweet over the top girlish voice.