Far Out

[Alexandra]

Far Out

A tumbleweed rolled across the abandoned and empty dirt covered street.  A solitary figure rode slowly into the quiet village.  The townspeople were nowhere to be seen, having barricaded themselves in their homes out of fear of the gang that had been terrorizing them.

As the figure lazily rode through town crying and shouts from the direction of the Saloon were heard.  The lone rider dismounted out front and walked toward the Saloon.  As the wooden batwing doors flew inwards, the gang in the Saloon froze in surprise and stared in shock and recognition.  The sheriff curtsied in greeting and a glint of light off the sheriff’s badge blinded the troublemakers. The nearest member of the gang started to scream but before any of them could make a move the sheriff’s bottles were free from their holsters and spinning in the Sheriff's hands. Moments later the gang of naughty babies was subdued and happily nursing or napping. 

“I reckon y’all babies ought to know by now that the Baby Sheriff of Snuggleton is always watching!”

Xandra sighed, “But I wonder what happened to my new Deputy Sheriff? Do any of you babies know?”  Receiving only snores or suc-kling as a response, Xandra continued, “Me?  How should I know?

“I was watching just like you babies were.  There was a party and a really nice apology...hmmm...and then my new Deputy went upstairs with that boy.  Then there was a lot of noise and some shouting and a bunch of crazy colors and hippy music and...I guess we just lost the connection.”

Xandra walked to the bar and poured a glass of cold milk and drank, sighing contentedly.  “I wonder what could have happened next,” Xandra thought. 

“Xandra! It’s time to go!” a voice shouted from inside.

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” The dolls that were playing the role of the gang were collected and brought back inside.

On the plane to Texas, Xandra first reviewed the prepared apology for the defective doll.  That was most important.  Not that it was Xandra’s fault of course, the guilty parties in the warehouse had already been fired. 

Afterwards, a bored Xandra looked down at the empty page of a notebook.  “I wonder what could have happened next…maybe it would be like…”

--

Rebekah stomped his way down the stairs in a very unladylike fashion with a still smirking Samuel trailing behind him.  Samuel laughed openly when Rebekah reverted to his flouncing, girly walk as soon as he spotted his sister and mother through the glass doors.  Samuel rushed past him. Again he elaborately opened and held the door and said, “M’lady,” to a furiously blushing Rebekah Rainbow. He tried to rush past everyone but his mother stopped him, “What do we say, Becky-Bow?”

He stared up at her with a look that said, “Really?” and her face hardened in reply.  He turned around and curtsied, “Thank you, Samuel.”

Samuel smiled back at him in triumph and pinched his cheek, “Anytime, Sweetcheeks.”

Rebekah spent the rest of the party taking tiny baby doll diapers down from the clothesline and folding them neatly back in the diaper bag under Peggy’s resumed supervision.  As he worked he could hear Wendy loudly bragging more that she was going to go shopping for Rebekah’s new school clothes after the party.

He cringed when that prompted Mrs. Miller to immediately go online and buy a gift card so she could contribute.  Rebekah was forced to curtsy and simper and thank Mrs. Miller profusely for the gift and the further peace offering between the families it represented.

Finally, after what had only been a few hours but somehow felt like months to Rebekah Rainbow, the party finally started to wind down.  There was another round of groveling apologies and curtsies to the Millers and June and Samuel.  Wendy, giddy with excitement, left to go shopping. 

Rebekah started to curtsy to Peggy as well but his mother shook her head at him.  “Peggy and Donna are going to stay a while. We’re going to relax and have a girl’s night in.  The four of us. Just listen to some music and take it easy.”

“Fine,” Rebekah moaned, while falling back onto the couch in exhaustion.   

His mother tisked at his unladylike manner.  “Aren’t we forgetting something, Becky-Bow?” she asked.  He groaned and started to gather up his skirts to sit in a more ladylike manner but she shook her head.  She pointed outside.  “Clean up outside and do the dishes and clean the kitchen and then you can join us.”

Meanwhile, Peggy had been flipping through his mother’s records.  She started the music.  “Ugggh,” Rebekah whined, “Anything to be away from that noise.”  Peggy tossed a pillow at him as he made his way outside and set to work.

When he was finally done cleaning up after his own humiliating party, he again started to make his way to the couch.  Elena stopped him once more.  “Why don’t you go upstairs and change into something more comfortable, Becky-Bow.”

“But I’m so tired,” he whined, wanting desperately to rest his aching feet.

“A nightie then,” his mother instructed, and he flounced his way up the stairs at her command. 

“At least I’ll be able to get these stupid cowboy boots off,” he thought, “A Baby Sherrif doesn’t even make any sense, Alexandra! It’s worse than a Ballet Chef!”

--

Xandra giggled.  “Yeah, I bet that’s what he would say…”

[Sissy Little Girl]

Alexandra, This story really surprised me because it is a continuation of the story, "Fed Up" by LauraVB.  I'm glad to see a continuation of the story; but I am confused about the writer of this chapter.

[LauraVB]

You can trust Alexandra. ;)

[Sissy Little Girl]

You can trust Alexandra. ;)

fantastic.  Glad to see that you did not leave.  I really loved your story.  The Deputy Sheriff of Snuggleton rides again.  Thank you.

[Alexandra]

Xandra pondered, staring down at the notebook page, “Working out what happened is gonna be hard.  I’m gonna have to go slow and try and piece it together. Things must have gotten weird. Really weird. That’s what I think, gang. This is one strange family, and I've seem some doozies before!    I normally keep a much closer eye on my Deputy Babies, but with all the chaos and the special request from his sister I was just too busy.  You can trust me though.  Best buddy Xandra, everybody says I’m a good egg! I bet I can figure this out.”

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“Mom...Mommy!?” Rebekah was forced to plead from the top of the stairs, red faced and out of breath.  He had been struggling with the boots for five minutes before finally giving up and conceding he would need help. 

Hearing nothing downstairs but the annoying music he trudged miserably back down the steps and slid open the glass door. He coughed upon smelling skunky smoke and heard Peggy giggling brainlessly. 

“I need help, Mommy!” he pleaded, pointing to the boots and holding up his gloved hands in frustration. 

Elena groaned in reply from where she sat with an empty beer in front of her. 

Peggy laughed, “And you were just saying how much you loved having a new helpless little girly-girl in the house, Elena.”

“Uggh, don’t you start giving me a hard time too. I’m doing you a favor, remember?”

Peggy smiled, “Thanks, Elena!”  She reached into her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag, which contained what looked like dried mushrooms. 

“Not in front of the little one, Peggy,” Elena scolded, covering Rebekah’s eyes with her hands as she led him back inside. 

“Ughhh, stop it,” he whined as they made their way up the stairs.  “Why is she still here?”

“You want to earn some time off your sentence, don’t you?”

His attention perked up at that.  “How much?”

“How about a month?,” she replied.

He started to protest he wanted more but before he could she was lifting his dress and petticoats up over his head.  She pushed Rebekah back down on the bed and grabbed one of his boots and tugged it off. 

“See, easy?” she said, but the next one proved more difficult.  Rebekah groaned in abject misery and humiliation. He laid on his new bed with his legs spread eagled in the air wearing only his girly pull up diaper and plastic panties as his mother tugged repeatedly at the boot.  Elena gave it one final tug as hard as she could and the second boot flew free, but Elena's momentum carried her backwards.  She was about to fall until she slammed her hand down on the desk for balance, but as she did she hit the pink tablet computer that was sitting there.  The device emitted a shrill, angry sounding beeping as it fell to the floor.

“Uggh,” Elena complained, “I hope I didn’t break it…”  She picked it up and started poking at it. 

Rebekah simply closed his eyes on the bed and tried to catch his breath.  His mother slapped his leg to get his attention.  “Go take a quick shower, and then I’ll explain what you have to do.”

“Can you get these gloves off?” he whined, and his mother obliged. 

“Be careful, remember what I said…”

“Yes, Mommy,” he said with a blush and flounced off to the bathroom.

--

Xandra paused for a moment and thought.  “Yeah, that would explain it.  An accident.”

“Hey, Athena,” Xandra whispered, poking the girl in the next seat.  “Is there any news about the election?”

The girl who was sleeping in the seat next to Xandra simply mumbled something unintelligible and went back to sleep.  Xandra laughed and then smiled wistfully, remembering inauguration day after the election in 2016 when the whole family went to Washington to see President Clinton’s swearing in.  Athena had slept for that whole plane ride too. 

--

Rebekah’s mother shouted at him from outside the door.  “I picked a nightie for you, it’s on the bed.  Don’t worry about Xandra’s makeup lesson.  I can’t get that stupid tablet to turn back on.  Wendy can look at it later.  Just bring the makeup downstairs and you can try to do it on your own.  Okay?”

“What’s going on, Mommy?” Rebekah asked.

“You’re just going to babysit Donna for a few hours while I…’Babysit’ Peggy.”

“What?!” he shouted.

“She’ll pay you too, though that’ll have to go toward your new wardrobe.”

“But that’s not f…” he started before reconsidering.  He was too exhausted to complain. 

“See you downstairs, Becky-Bow,” his mother announced before retreating back down the stairs to rejoin Peggy.

 

[sarahpenguin]

Poor pink tablet it's life was too short :)

[Sissy Little Girl]

Alexandra, Another great chapter.  Becky-Bow is still being humiliated by his sister and his mom.  I am really glad that this story has been continued.  Thank you.