Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Fed Up
It was time for Wendy to take care of her little brother once and for all. It was the third time this month she had heard from classmates that her brother had been picking on the girls from the class below his at school. There was no way she was going to let it happen again. Her mother was always saying “boys will be boys” and that he would grow out of it but Wendy had seen plenty of older boys and men who were just as stupid as younger boys.
Her brother Doug was always saying boys were better than girls and that girls were stupid delicate whiny crybabies. He said boys were smarter and better at sports. But he always whined and cried way more than she ever did at his age, got bad grades, and never played any sports. She thought he was only picking on little girls because he was intimidated by Wendy.
It wasn't her fault if he felt emasculated by her being so much smarter and athletic than him. She wasn't going to let him push her or anyone else around just to soothe his inferiority complex. Whenever they watched old fashioned movies full of girly girls all acting emotional and weak and in need of someone to take care of them those characters always reminded her much more of her brother than of her or her mother. Why shouldn't he wear the clothes that fit the way he acts? Why assign clothes based on sex at all? She never behaved like some delicate little flower. Why did she need skirts and dresses covered in floral prints? Why did she need dresses or skirts at all? She couldn't wear them when she played sports or worked out, which is what she did most of the time.
Sure she bossed him around at home all the time, but only because their Mom would yell at her for letting her little brother goof and not do his chores or homework as if he was her responsibility. But his precious little male ego doesn't like being bossed around by girls so I guess he found someone smaller to pick on. Not that he was much bigger than them.
She came up with a plan. She was going to find a way to humiliate and humble him so completely that from then on he would never dare misbehave again. After that, their mother would see the wisdom of letting her have total control over him. If she didn't, then from then on Wendy would take no responsibility for him whatsoever and their Mother could sort it out. Wendy would be finished with them both. She can't be expected to be responsible for her brother if she can't make and enforce the rules.
But if Wendy had her way, she was going to show her brother how things really were and she wasn't ever going to let him forget it. She had been reading online about new schools of thought about how to treat boys who misbehave towards girls and was very intrigued. She had already ordered everything she would need to get started online.
She ran outside across the street to the playground where sure enough she saw him. He had cornered a small girl and was pulling her by the hair. Wendy ran up behind him and without saying a word she pulled down his pants. He squealed, and turned around blushing. He stepped forward as if to punch at her but she could see he lost his nerve confronted with someone bigger as usual.
The girl he had been picking on laughed uproariously. She snatched the pants off the ground and tossed them in a high arc in the air back to Wendy.
He jumped up to grab at them but missed. Wendy held them up in the air above his head. He jumped up and down trying to grab his snatched pants back from his older sister. All false bravado and sadistic glee was long gone from his pouty little face. Now there was only desperation.
Seeing he was only making a fool of himself trying to jump for the pants held well out of his reach, he began to beg “Wendy! I...”
She punched him hard in the stomach and he bent over, crying.
“That's the last time you pick on any girls if I have anything to say about it!” She grabbed him by the ear and pointed to the little girl, “Now apologize to her!” she ordered.
“Give me back my pants!” he whined instead, still breathing heavily from the punch to the gut. She slapped him hard across the face and he stood there shocked.
“I don't think I will!” Wendy pronounced. Still holding him by the ear she marched him over to the nearby garbage can and handed him the jeans and pointed into the can, which was full of wet nasty trash from the rain the day before. She made him stand there in his tightly whities and toss his own pants in the garbage and push them way down deep so he could never get that pair back at least, no matter what their mother said. For now, her executive decision as older sister to take his pants away would stand.
She marched him back over to the girl, who introduced herself to Wendy as June, and demanded an apology again.
Still, he refused. “When Mom's finds out about this you're gonna be in big trouble!” he shouted in whimpish outrage.
“June, if you come to the door of our house in two hours,” she pointed across the street, “Then I promise my little SISTER here will be ready to apologize.”
At that Doug started to struggle a bit and looked ready to fight again but his sister tugged sharply at his ear and he screamed instead. He broke down crying. He felt so helpless. He just wanted to go back inside. How had this gone so wrong?
The girl laughed. Seeing the bullying boy humiliated by having his pants taken away was good enough, she couldn't wait to see what else this crazy girl had in store for him.
Wendy marched Doug back home. He ran upstairs to try to get to his pants in his room, but the door was locked. Wendy had seen to that. She chased up the stairs after him and cornered him again, she dragged him by the ear into what was usually a guest room. It was a mostly unfurnished plain room with a simple queen sized bed and walls painted white.
Their mother had been thinking of renting out the room but for the most part it had just sat empty. That's where Wendy had hidden what would be Doug's new clothes and accessories. Or at least some of them. Some were in the basement too. She had gotten so much she couldn't believe it. It was such an odd website. Apparently there were organizations that would send a girl or a woman an entire wardrobe of suitable clothes for Petticoat Punishment FOR FREE. Apparently some rich tech billionaire lady or club or something was pushing it as a great force for social change so they came up with the idea of making it easy for people.
It was sort of a rental system. You would use the clothes for a few weeks and return them for brand new ones (or you could purchase a particular outfit or item if it was a favorite) all for a small shipping fee only so your new little sister would never have to be embarrassed by showing off the same outfit twice.
“So what do you want to wear, little sister?” Wendy taunted.
She opened the closet. It was full to the brim with a dozen different outfits.
“Are you out of your mind, Wendy?” he asked. “How did you get all this? With Mom's credit card? She's gonna kill you. I'm not gonna be the one in trouble!” He trembled in fear and the dread of humiliation despite his words, knowing that at least for now he was absolutely caught in his older sister's clutches, and she was more mad and determined than he had ever seen her.
“We'll see about that,” Wendy said.
“I'm not doing this! Let me go!” he whined, trying to tug away from the iron grip he had on his ear.
“That's it!” she said. She pulled down his tighty whities. “No more boys underwear for you ever again either, little sister!”
He screamed, “Noooo! You can't do this!”
“Oh yes I can!” she announced. “Only two questions for now, what kind of outfit should I put you in for your apology to June? It has to be something suitably humbling to fit the occasion.” If their mother put a stop to her plans then this would be her only shot. It would have to be the most embarassing outfit she had for his first and maybe only time dressed as the spoiled little girl he acts like.
“I'm not wearing any of that! You can't make me!”
Wendy continued, ignoring him, “And what name should I give to my pretty new sister? We can't call you Doug anymore, can we?”
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Hmm, she said looking through the choices in the closet. “A pink cheerleaders outfit and the blonde wig? How would that suit you?”
“Please, please no! I've learned my lesson. Don't make me do this!”
“Did June ask you to stop pulling on her hair?” she demanded.
He said nothing and pouted.
“I've got a girl scout outfit. You could swear on scout's honor not to bully anyone again.” She held the outfit up to him and he blushed furiously.
“How did you get all this in my size?”
She laughed, “You can get anything online these days. How about this, a little maids outfit? You could serve June some tea to show how sorry you are. Do you want pink, white, or yellow? I thought the black was a bit plain for you but it's down in the basement if you want it.”
He said nothing, trying not to give in to any more taunting.
“How about a little cowgirl outfit? It has a white blouse, a denim skirt with sequins and a two tiered white and yellow petticoat and pink cowgirl boots. There's even a cute little white hat!”
“Nooo!” he gasped. He looked at the clock but their mother wasn't due home from work for a long time. His sister had taken away his phone in the park and hid it somewhere when she got in the house and he didn't have the nerve or the muscle to try and take Wendy's. They didn't have a landline.
“A schoolgirl maybe? But what kind? I've got four different ones...”
“Can't I get one more chance? Please...I'll do anything...”
“A dancer? But what kind, silly? I've got this cute black and red outfit that matches these tap shoes with a cute little tophat and fishnet tights. There's a hip-hop outfit. Hmm, it's pink and has a skirt but even still...the white sequined backwards baseball cap tough girl hip-hop thing might be a little too rough a look for you to pull off, little sis.”
“Don't call me that,” he snapped, to no effect on Wendy who simply snorted in derision in reply. “Oh no, don't say it..” he whined as she pulled out another bundle of pink and white.
“Oh, do you think we should do a ballet outfit with tutu?” Wendy laughed, “But like you're going to your first dance class or like your first dance recital? It's a tough call.”
“Southern belle? Princess? Pageant girl? Sailor girl? Shirley Temple?”
Doug stood there shaking his head as she revealed outfit after outfit bursting out of the closet. He couldn't believe they had all appeared in their house as if out of nowhere.
Wendy hummed happily to herself. She felt a sense of justice. Finally her brother would do as she said, her mother would be off her back, and the girls at school would be safe from her brother tormenting them or looking up their skirts.
“BABY girl?” she asked, and that got his attention. She laughed, “Aww, are you gonna cry again? Maybe a baby dress would suit you just right. Only a baby at heart would be bratty enough to bully a bunch of little girls. People should dress like they act, I say.” She walked over to the second closet and it too was full of dresses and other girly, frilly outfits.
“I have three different flower girl dresses for you, two birthday dresses, and three Easter dresses. Which one do you like?”
He stared at the pastel masses of bouffant skirts, ribbons, bows, and lace and couldn't tell which dress belonged to which category.
She laughed and turned back to the closet, “Are you all tired from picking on the girls? I've got all different kinds of nightgowns. You could apologize to June nice and quick, give me a peck on the cheek, and come up here and go to bed early so when Mom gets home she can see how well you behave when I really take control.”
“You're out of your mind, Wendy!”
“You need to watch your mouth, little lady. Don't you understand? I'm not letting you get away with acting the way you've been acting any more. You are going to respect me and our mother and do as you're told. We're both too busy to deal with you getting up to mischief, we'll all be much better off with you as my well behaved sister.”
“I won't!” he insisted.
“You'll see,” she said, “What's your favorite princess movie? Or how about Dorothy? Little Bo Peep? Whatever you want I bet I've got it for you here or on the basement, come on! What do you want to wear, Doug?”
“I'm not playing!” he said. “Let me go! This is stupid. I'll say I”m sorry and I'll never do it again but don't make me do this,” he whined.
She sighed, “50's poodle skirt? I've got this GREAT rainbow themed dress. I don't think it's from anything but it looks like a costume. Why don't you try that? You could tell June you're sorry and that you're proud of being a good girl now.”
She crossed her arms, “I'm getting impatient, Doug. It's time to get with the program. At least pick one of the wigs!” she said, pointing to the expensive looking wigs in various feminine hairstyles.
“How about a bathing suit? If June accepts your apology maybe she can take you to the pool with her to meet some new friends for you to play with.”
“You can't make me go out dressed as a girl,” he complained.
“I can if I want to!” she said with a laugh. She was going to do whatever she wanted until her Mom got back. If that was all the time she had to teach Doug a lesson she would take it.
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Interesting keep up the good story
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“Why do I have to pick?” he demanded.
“Because you're sick of holding that pink nightgown in front of you as the only thing protecting your modesty and want to get dressed!” She snapped a picture of him with her phone.
“Hey! Stop it!'
He shook his head and still refused to say anything, but kept holding up the nightgown. She smiled, “You're going to tell me which one would be the most embarrassing for you to wear, and then I'm gonna make you wear it because the whole idea is to embarrass you as much as possible so you never misbehave again and you'll always know that you need someone to look out for you.”
“But I don't! I can take care of myself.” he insisted, pathetically.
“Sure, maybe if you're picking on little girls. But you don't have enough sense to know you shouldn't be doing that. Some day you're going to pick on the wrong girl and she's gonna kick your ass a lot harder than me, little sis. She won't know you're too much of a wimp to take it. You need someone to hold your hand all the time and make sure you don't get into trouble...like a LITTLE GIRL. You're going to tell me the most embarrassing thing to wear to help you remember it!”
She backed him up into the corner of the room as he held up the nightgown in front of him as he retreated. “That one!” he said in fright, pointing towards one particular outfit she had shown him.
Wendy smiled. That wasn't it though. It was obvious he was lying. There was one that would really crush and humiliate him. She knew that now for sure. There was a look of utter fear in his eyes that made her certain. He was accepting it was inevitable she was going to parade him around as a girl, but was trying to get out of wearing one outfit that would be worse for him than any of the others. One that would really break him down and make it impossible for him to deny what a soppy little girl he really was.
She saw him dart a quick look over her shoulder in a direction nowhere near where he had pointed. She turned and saw which one he had glanced at. Got him She smiled.
“Oh? Really, Doug? Who would have guessed?”
“Nooo! Please don't make me wear it!” he begged.
She smirked at him.
“This isn't fair! I hate you always pushing me around! You're a...you're a bitch!” he said. Before the words had even left his mouth she could tell he had regretted going that far. It was adorable watching his bravado shrink so instantly. He was so bad at pretending to be tough. Seeing him try to act tough while holding that girly pink nightgown up in front of himself made it so much more perfect. He was totally at her mercy.
She was doing what had to be done. Dresses would be just right for him. Frilly, dainty things like that were made for someone exactly like him. He wasn't built for confrontation or sports or rough play. That's why he was perfect for dresses. Little girls were not supposed to get in fights so this would remind him he shouldn't either since he's no good at it. He should just be nice and pretty and know his place like he was always saying girls should.
There was nothing wrong with putting someone like Doug in a dress, she thought. It was wrong of men to force all girls and women to wear dresses even if they didn't want to but that didn't mean nobody was right for them. Wendy thought he would eventually get used to them whether he wanted to or not if her Mom let her keep going. They just fit everything about his girlish and feminine behavior and it made it impossible for him to deny his machoness had been anything but a facade. It was silly that her mother insisted on raising him as a boy when Wendy knew he was really the most feminine one in the family all along.
“Okay. I guess it isn't clear to you how fed up I am. I'll have to show you.” She grabbed him and pulled him over to a chair and held him over her lap, laying over the nightgown. She started to spank him firmly on the thigh and he shouted in protest and humiliation. He screamed in pain and kicked his feet. "Stop kicking!" she commanded.
"You can't spank me! Mom made you promise never to do it again!"
She laughed. Once when they were little they had been playing house together and she had been the mommy while she had made him play the baby. At one point she mock spanked him like a mother scolding a child. She was just playing, but he was so delicate that he went screaming to their mother and got her in trouble. "I can't believe you remember that too!" she said, laughing. "Things would have been better if I really had taken charge all along."
“Stop it! I don't want to be a girl,” he whined. “Please don't make me!”
“I've done everything else I can think of to get you to behave,” she said as she briefly paused the spanking. “And this is the final decision as far as I'm concerned. You're going to be my little sister until Mom says otherwise.”
“She will!” he screeched.
She started spanking him harder and he screamed. “But for now you're going to agree to be a good little girl and learn to curtsy so you can apologize nicely to June!”
He tried to hold out but she was relentless and she kept hitting the same spot on his thighs over and over. “I'll do it Wendy! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want! Please stop spanking me!”
She laughed in triumph, “Say it!”
“I'll be a good little girl and learn to curtsy!” he squealed.
She grinned at him, “And you're going to tell me exactly why THAT particular outfit is the one that you want to wear the most?”
“I don't!” he shrieked. He gave him another smack on the thigh in reply and he squealed. “Stop it, Wendy!”
“Why's that one so special Doug?”
He said nothing, turning brighter red than he had even when she pantsed him to bring a halt to his pathetic bullying earlier.
She started spanking him again, “Any time you're ready, little Sis.”
He screamed and whined but he wouldn't tell her. She started to worry he might be a little tougher than she had given him credit for if he was holding out this long.
“Fine, fine!” he screamed in defeat. “I'll tell you,” he whimpered through his sobs as Wendy finally relented smacking his thigh.
“Okay, little sis, tell me what you're going to wear to apologize to June and why that's the one that would embarass you the most.”
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Very interesting beginning, and well-paced. Hope Wendy doesn't spare Doug's blushes; and that this will not be a short story!
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LauraVB:
You have got to continue this story. I have got to know what little sister, Doug, is going to wear on his apology tour.
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“The rainbows!” he croaked, his meek little voice cracking through his sobs.
“Hmm...and what is it about rainbows that embarrasses you so much?”
She shoved him off her lap and onto the floor and he squealed in surprise. She laughed as he scrambled to cover himself up with the nightgown again. “Please Wendy! Don't make me wear that in front of June! I'll never be able to show my face at school again even after Mom makes you stop later!”
She took the outfit from the closet and hummed to herself happily as she started to look through the drawers to find the accessories and other things that went with it. She approached him with a stoic, determined face and held out his first ever pair of feminine underwear for him to admire.
They were white satin bloomers with a thick band of dainty white lace along the elastic waistband and leg holes. There was a rainbow colored bow at the center of the waistband.
"I'm not wearing that!" he whined, "I'm a boy and no girl my age would ever wear that!"
She laughed. "Maybe not your age, but definitely your maturity, little sis." She turned the panties around to show him the rear. There would be a row of ruffles along his butt for every color of the rainbow.
"Nooooo!" he whined. "I'm not a little girl! I'm not supposed to wear things like that!"
Losing patience, she screamed angrily, "LITTLE GIRLS WEAR WHAT THEY'RE TOLD, DOUG! DO YOU WANT ANOTHER SPANKING!?" She held out the panties pointedly for him to step into, and her heart fluttered with joy as her frightened brother blushing from head to toe squealed in fright and did exactly as she had told him.
She dragged him over to the mirror and held him there forcing him to look at himself dressed only in the juvenile rainbow colored little girl bloomers while she stood confidently in jeans and a t-shirt. She snapped a picture. “Your very first time in girls clothes, wow! This is how it is from now on, Doug. Get used to it. If you're going to make me be responsible for keeping you out of trouble all the time, then I'm going to get to pick how you dress, act, and behave from now on.”
“But I'm a boy. I want to wear boys clothes!”
She laughed at him, “What makes you think you're a boy anyway? Just because you were born with that little thing between your legs? That's outdated thinking, Doug. You think I belong in juvenile, frilly little panties like that just because of what's between my legs?” She demanded.
“That's not what I'm saying,” he insisted but she was sick of his whining.
“I'm the one who's bigger and stronger and more athletic. I'm the one who is smarter. I'm the one who is responsible. I'm the one who thinks things through.” she lectured him.
“You're the one who is weak and vulnerable, wildly emotional and soppy, dependent on others but still a little whiner, and who everyone has to walk on eggshells around so you don't get offended and start drama.”
She spanked him on the thigh once more to punctuate her point, “I may be a young woman but I'm the masculine one and you may be a young man but you're the feminine one. From now on, you're dressing the part.” She slapped him on the thigh one last time.
“Owwww!” he whined. She laughed and mimed rubbing her eyes at him and said, “Oh, boo-hoo, little sister doesn't like hearing the truth.”
She told him to raise his arms and she dressed him in a white vest with attached white three tier petticoat. “Your very first skirt! How does it feel?” she asked, taking yet another picture.
“I hate it!” he whined, “Give me back my pants! I want my pants back, please Wendy! I'll do whatever you say forever and ever, please. Anything but turning me into a little girl, please!”
Wendy looked at him practically bouncing up and down with desperation in his panties and petticoat begging her for his pants back and smiled. Finally her little brother would get a taste of what all the girls he had bullied must have felt. She felt overwhelmed with a sense of the justice of it all.
His head must be spinning, she thought. He was such a dumb boy, always thinking girls were gross and icky and had cooties or whatever dumb little boys thought. He thought boys were better and smarter and stronger than girls. Now he's wearing the girliest possible underwear and if anyone has feminine “cooties” it's him.
Had she died and gone to heaven? She would have to find out more about the people behind this website. “Time for your very first dress, little sis! Are you ready to tell me why this one is so special yet?”
The dress was made of white taffeta with rainbow prints all over for color. It was a Spanish puffball style dress for little girls. It was a smoked design with the waistline just below the bust. It had a lacy white Peter Pan collar and big rainbow ribbons on each dainty shoulder. He cried as he raised his arms and allowed himself to be dressed in it by his sister.
Looking into the mirror, his eyes opened wide in fright and humiliation. He cringed at how bright pink his cheeks were. He couldn't stop from blushing. He had briefly considered trying to play off wearing girls clothes as a joke in front of June and acting like he had agreed to it for fun but he couldn't possibly hide it. This was a nightmare, it was the most humiliating thing he could possibly think of.
“But you can see my underwear! It's too short!” he whined.
She laughed, “Remember when you used to flip up the skirts of the girls at school? I don't think we have to worry about that happening anymore, do we?”
“No, Wendy! No, please let me take this off! Please, I've learned my lesson!”
“Repeat after me, little sis, 'I love being a girl. My pretty skirt is the perfect length so that I can show off my pretty bloomers too!”
Sobbing, he obediently repeated after his sister and desperately hoped his Mom would be home early. It was his only chance.
Soon, Wendy had added to his outfit a dainty white pinafore with two large purely decorative pockets that were actually sewn shut. Doug wondered why anyone would bother with such a pointless thing. Both pockets had large rainbow prints on them to add a splash of color back to the white pinafore.
Doug stood nervously, shaking in fear and looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't know where to put his hands. He kept trying to put them into the useless pockets out of instinct but they just slid down the silky material instead. The dress ballooned out all around him starting from just below the bust and it felt like there was so much of it but it was so, so short. It felt like he was just wearing a shirt and underwear, and it was the most embarrassing girly underwear in the world. He wanted his pants back, he felt so totally exposed and vulnerable without them.
“What if Mom says yes to Wendy?” he wondered to himself in a panic. “Oh no, oh no. My sister is trying to turn me into a little girl and so far I can't stop her!"
Wendy returned with shoes and socks. The socks were white ankle socks with, of course, rainbow colored lace trimmings. The shoes were plain white mary janes. On top of his head she placed a wig styled in pigtails tied with white bows and the hair dyed in rainbow hues.
“Now, a little makeup practice and some curtsy practice and I think you'll be ready to apologize to June, little sis. You might even have some time to play before she gets here. But you still haven't told me what you're thing with rainbows is or picked a name yet. Come on, don't leave me hanging.”
Petulantly, he still refused to explain. But from the look on his face she new that this particular outfit was the perfect one to have picked. She shrugged. It was only a matter of time before she found out.
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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.
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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?”
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Interesting curious to see where this goes
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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.
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“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?”
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“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.
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They treat him as toddler girl . That seem fit pusnment for him . It by sister and girls that he picked on .
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With the commotion dying down outside, Abby resumed explaining what happened. "So one day Rebecca finds out she's supposed to start tutoring this boy Doug from the grade ahead of us at school. It wasn't unusual for her to tutor older kids. Most of them understood she could help with any question they had and she was naturally sweet and patient. She was starting to enjoy sharing the things she had learned and coming out of her shell with her older classmates.
"She was supposed to tutor him for the first time one day during his recess period but he didn't show up. Rebecca came to me and asked what she should do. I thought he must have just gotten the schedule mixed up, so we told the principal he hadn't shown up and asked if they should go look for him. They found him in the schoolyard bragging to a bunch of older boys that he didn't need any dumb little girl to teach him anything because boys were smarter than girls.
"Well, of course Rebecca knew that couldn't be true or he wouldn't have been signed up for tutoring with her in the first place. She marched right up to him and challenged him to prove he was smarter than her and that if he couldn't than he should start showing up to his lessons with her on time. The Principal thought it would be a good way to teach the boys a lesson about thinking they were better than girls, not that anyone of them really needed it besides Doug. The Principal brought them all inside and sketched some advanced college level math problem on the board. The contest was to see who could solve it faster.
"Rebecca the little genius could do it in her head of course. Just to prove the point though she whistled cheerily as she wrote out the work on the chalkboard while standing on the little foot stool she used to reach it. The board was placed higher for older children and she was shorter than average to begin with. It only took her a few seconds.
"When it was Doug's turn he took one look at the problem and knew he had no idea what he was looking at. Still for a minute or so he stared at it trying to figure out how to follow the numbers and symbols. He was almost crying and he threw down the chalk and ran from the room. My sister couldn't believe he would be so childish. Why not just admit she was smarter than him and that it had nothing at all to do with their genders?
"Well, from then on the Principal escorted him to his tutoring with Rebecca every single day at recess. She did everything she could to be nice to him, but he was always mean, surly, and resentful to her like it was below his station to be taking instruction from her."
Wendy nodded along as Abby spoke. This sounded exactly like her little sister. All he could think of, was, "I'm a boy and boys are better than girls at everything. Girls are just weak pretty little toys for me to bother and annoy for my own amusement." It was a juvenile and old fashioned way to think, but every time he saw something that proved it wrong, like a little girl who was way smarter than he was, rather than learn a lesson like other boys he would just lash out and try and hurt them. It was as if he thought the ability to make them cry meant he was better than them somehow.
Abby continued explaining, "Eventually, his grades started to improve and Rebecca said it seemed like he was getting over it and actually starting to become friends with her. But really, he was just gaining her confidence so he could pull a horrible, nasty little prank. You see, he was still bitter about being humiliated in front of the other boys by her demonstration of her vastly superior intellect so he wanted to try and trick her to try and prove that he was the smart one.
"Like I said, Rebecca was socially naive. As smart as she was, she didn't think a boy would just tell lies to her face to confuse and hurt her. The thought never crossed her mind. All he did was prove he was a nasty, insecure, mean little creep."
"What did he do?" Wendy demanded, glaring towards the still squatting feminine figure outside in the rainbow colored pigtails and rainbow themed outfit.
"He gaslit her," Samuel said harshly, looking in the same direction.
June squinted at Samuel. She knew the story but had never heard that term. "What does that mean?"
Samuel paused a moment, thinking, "It's from some old movie. It means you trick someone into thinking they're going crazy when they're actually totally sane. Or, something like that. You lie to them and give them false information that confuses their perceptions or their memory. They could believe 100% that something is entirely true, even though reality is just the opposite, if you are clever enough in how you trick them."
June still looked confused.
"Santa Claus. The tooth fairy," Wendy said abruptly.
June smiled. "Yeah, I get it. I mean, parents do it for fun, but it's a trick. My Dad would break the logs in the fireplace. He and Mom would eat the cookies and drink the milk we left out. Then in the morning, 'Look June, it's proof!' I didn't question it because why would they lie? That's exactly what he did to Rebecca."
Abby continued, "See, my little sister has this obsession with rainbows, okay? It's true. She's still a little kid even if she is a brainiac. She thought they were pretty and they had a really personal important meaning to her. She also had short hair back then and she was usually kind of pale. She wore thick glasses too. She is really kind of plain looking and it was worse back then. Not that looks are all that important, Rebecca knows that. Life was really rough on her so she was a bit run down. She had a lot of work and responsibility and other heavy burdens.
"She drew rainbows at art class. She doodled rainbows in her notebooks when she was bored. She wore rainbow print clothes. Rainbow nailpolish. Anything. A rainbow colored backpack. A rainbow colored umbrella if it rained. Rainbow stickers on everything. They cheered her up."
Wendy nodded along, starting to recall seeing a small, frail looking girl with a rainbow colored backpack around a few times in the past.
"So her 'quote unquote' friend Doug tells her that rainbows are actually a secret code. She tells her that rainbows mean..." Abby groaned at the memory and couldn't go on.
"He told her that wearing rainbows meant that she was a lesbian," June spat.
"She didn't even know what that meant," Abby said, choking back tears. June put her arm around her and comforted her as she spoke. "But he showed her all these horrible websites about people hating lesbians. She didn't understand what one was or why anybody would hate one but she didn't want anybody to hate her. So she stopped wearing rainbows, and she wouldn't tell anybody why!"
"And she was miserable," June added.
"It went on all year long because Doug kept telling her all the kids in her class were talking behind her back about how she was a lesbian and they all hated her. She never talked to anybody about it. He told her our parents would hate her too so she would have to keep it a secret. He showed her screenshots of chat conversations from kids at school saying horrible things about her to prove her it was true.
"Eventually, she stopped really tutoring him at all. Instead, they just spent their period together with Doug depressing her with stories of how everyone else hated her and she should stay away from them. It was like a self fulfilling prophecy. Since she stayed away from everyone they started to think she thought she was better than everyone else since she was a genius or whatever. They started being nasty to her too, thinking they were just returning the cold shoulder. That just made her believe Doug even more."
"But...the tutoring stopped?" Wendy interrupted, "His grades were still better...I remember."
"He was blackmailing her into helping him cheat," June said. "He said he was her only friend left and so she had better do what he said or she would be totally alone."
"How did they do it?" Wendy demanded.
Abby spoke again, "She didn't want to be around any of us anymore so she started to spend more of her free time in the library. One day Doug's teacher saw her there looking bored and decided to put her to work...checking math or science homework and grading tests for her.
"Rebecca told this to Doug, totally innocently of course, and noted that the lazy teacher trusted her so much she didn't even bother double checking what Rebecca did. Rebecca was just bragging about being trusted, but Doug immediately saw a way to abuse that trust. It went on all schoolyear. They never caught them. He skipped every homework assignment he could and didn't study for any tests. Rebecca said he should have failed the year."
Wendy's mouth was open in shock. She didn't think he was capable of something this clever. He had found just the right victim that was naive and vulnerable enough not to use her brains to figure out what a lying sack of shit he was but still smart enough to be useful. He had turned the poor gifted girl's world totally upside down. "How did you find out?" she asked.
"She was moping all summer long. I kept trying to cheer her up but she still wouldn't have anything to do with me."
"Or any of us," Samuel added. "Everybody had liked her. It didn't make any sense." June nodded.
"So one day I said I had enough and I demanded to know what was going on and she just burst out screaming that she knew me and everybody hated her for being a lesbian! I asked where she could have come up with such an insane idea and she said she had proof. She showed me all the screenshots. All of these horrible conversations from everyone in her class calling her things like 'Rebekah Rainbow the ugly lesbian' or saying 'Rebekah Rainbow the stuck up cow.'"
"Oh my god," Wendy said in horror, "What did you do?"
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"What do you think!? I asked her how long she had known she liked girls!" Abby said angrily.
"Then I had to slowly figure out that my genius little sister had no idea about the birds and the bees or what it was I was really asking when I asked if she 'liked girls!' She swore up and down that if that's what I meant then she thought she definitely liked boys and she would stop wearing rainbows if that's what they meant. Then I had to tell her that anyone was allowed to wear rainbows if they wanted and she should go right back to doing it because it made her and everyone else happy. Then she asked me that if she wasn't a lesbian and there was nothing wrong with rainbows why did everyone in her class hate her and call her names. Then she absolutely shrieked at me, 'THEY'RE HORRIBLE! ALL OF THEM! NONE OF THEM EVEN EVER BOTHERED TO LEARN HOW TO SPELL MY NAME RIGHT, ABBY! I I KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE SUPER GENIUS AND I HAVE TO BE COOL ABOUT THINGS, BUT TWO Cs, HOW HARD IS IT?'"
Abby glared out the window again as spoke, acid dripping in her voice, "She figured it out right then. All it took was that tiny little kernel of doubt from me explaining what a lesbian was and that only idiots hated them and the whole thing fell apart. As soon as she finally started to use that big brain of hers instead of just freaking out about people hating her it was all so obivous. She was crushed. It was horrible. She went and crawled under the covers and cried and just muttered over and over, 'I'm so stupid. Why do people call me smart? I'm sooooo stupid.' She stayed under their for hours." A tear ran down Abby's cheek too as she vividly recalled the memory.
"But...how?" Wendy asked, still not clear on how the deception fell apart.
Samuel sighed, "An entire class and they all spell her name wrong the same exact way? Every single time? It's a dead giveaway. They were all written by the same person."
"Why didn't you turn him in? Why didn't you tell my Mom?" Wendy asked, gently. She didn't want to seem to be attacking them.
"How would we prove it was him? The school would deny it because the stupid teacher let them get away with cheating. His family might deny it just because people stand by their family. And even if everyone believes us, Rebecca had a lot more to lose from the cheating coming out than Doug. An academic superstar can't have a massive cheating scandal in their background.
"She's going to another school anyway. She decided she didn't want to come back to our school and I can't really blame her. It's some private all girls boarding school thing that lets her take college level classes. She's doing great now but I'll probably barely ever see her anymore. She would have been just fine here for a few more years at least if it wasn't for your stupid brat little sister. Now she went and started somewhere else last week instead of starting with us."
"But," June asked, "Couldn't we turn him in now? The exams will still be in the records and we can just check them against the grades. It doesn't matter how he cheated, just that he did. Who cares if some teacher gets in trouble? She's the one who should have been keeping older kids from bullying on one of her students."
"Rebecca might still get in trouble," Abby said uncertainly.
Samuel cut in, "We don't have to turn him in for cheating and get anybody in trouble to get what we want," he said. "All we have to do is make HIM believe we're going to turn him in, then he'll do whatever we want."
"Maybe..." Wendy said. "Actually...it could be a lot simpler than that, we coul...."
There was a gentle tap at the door, "Can I come in now, Wendy? Pleassseeee," he asked submissively, cradling and rocking the doll in his arms in a gentle rhythm.
Briefly, Wendy ignored him and instead turned back to Abby, With satisfaction she noted the sound of a mary jane stamping the pavement in frustration at being ignored and dismissed like a child. "You said the rainbows had a personal meaning to your sister?" Wendy asked. "Do you mind if I ask?"
Sobbing, Abby told her. Suddenly, some other things Abby had said before made a little more sense to Wendy.
Wendy looked back towards her little sister. Wendy's face twisted with malice and anger and her little sister backed a step away from the door just from seeing the look in her eye. Despite the rage, there was also a bubbling of joy in the back of her mind. She had exactly what she needed now to know her Mom would be mad enough to go along with at least some of her plans. She had been handed a gift on a silver platter.
"Oh yes, Rebekah Rainbow, you can come in." She grabbed her little sister by the ear and tugged him to the center of the room. "Because it's time for you to get another spanking, little girl! It's time for you to start paying for what you did."
"I didn't knoowwwww!" he squealed as the first painful slap hit the same precise spot on his thighs.
Later, Rebekah Rainbow sat with stinging thighs repeatedly moving a spoon from an empty bowl to the baby doll's lips. The doll's lips would occasionally pinch up and close and whatever sensors controlled it would not record a feeding until he started talking to the baby and coaxing it to open up again. In the other room the "big kids" were all still conspiring against him. He could only hear bits and pieces over his own voice having to say things like, "Open up for Mommy, Baby! Be a good baby for Mommy! Open op, Baby!" He heard something about how he had cheated on tests last year, but couldn't figure out what they could even do about it at this point. He looked up with a start when he thought he heard someone whisper that they thought they might have a little crush on him dressed as a girl and then a series of giggles. June and Abby were both really pretty but he couldn't imagine anyone liking him that way dressed like this. He decided he must have misheard. As the four of them broke up their huddle Abby was talking on the phone, asking someone if she could speak with her sister. After that, their guests finally left.
Wendy returned to stand over him and pointed towards the stairs. Without a word she followed him upstairs back to the room with the closets stuffed full of dresses. Wendy now thought of the room as nearly officially Rebekah Rainbow's. She had forced him to push the stroller with the doll and it's accessories in it and then carry it up the stairs. She followed behind him snapping pictures of his rear as he struggled up the stairs with no free hands to control his skirts.
She made him sit legs splayed out with the baby doll on his lap on the bed. She hummed to herself as she removed dress after frilly dress from the closets. She laid them out on every available surface on the room besides the floor. She surrounded him with them on the bed. She hung one on a hook on the door. He sat in his prissy poofball dress surrounded by a sea of other hyper feminine garments his sister promised he soon would have a chance to wear too. She laid one or two dresses out over his outstreched splayed legs. Everywhere he looked was femininity. Everything he saw and felt was silk and lace and soft frilly things he believed were meant strictly and only for girly little girls, especially his most feminine and frilly underwear.
"Now don't move a muscle until Mom gets back," Wendy commanded.
In fear Rebekah Rainbow obeyed, trembling with the humiliation of his reduction in status at the hands of his sister to an obedient little girl with a baby doll in her lap. "But...what if it wants me to twirl or something again?" he asked with an adorable quiver of fear in his voice.
Wendy used the remote in her pocket to switch the doll manually into sleep mode and locked it there. In this mode once the 'Mommy' it was imprinted on put it to sleep it would only cry if loud noises or disturbances 'woke' it for up to eight hours. It also went to sleep mode at night while it recharged it's battery wirelessly in the little pink bassinet it came with. No need for Rebekah Rainbow to know that though, figuring out how to keep Baby from crying would be his little sister's problem to worry about. Let Rebekah Rainbow be the one having to worry about keeping a hyper needy, fussy little child from crying and yelling for once. Wendy was done with it.
"You just stay right here and behave. Baby isn't my problem!" she said with a loud laugh.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she heard Rebekah Rainbow rebuke her from behind as she walked away. "Go to sleep, Baby! Go to sleep! Ummmm....uhh....."
With a grin Wendy started to continue downstairs to get things ready for her Mom, but turned around a few steps from the door. She thought she had heard something from the room behind her. "Wait," she thought. She covered her mouth to muffle her laughter, "Is he really? He must really not want to hear that cry again."
She put her ear to the door and listened to the near whispering singing, "Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop....ummmm, what is it...when the wind blows..umm...the cradle will rock..when the spout breaks, the cradle will fall...and err...down will come Baby, cradle and all." She listened as the song repeated a few times with increasing confidence and more pleasing melody but not increasing volume and her heart thudded again in her chest. It's really happening. It's really happening. She was turning her little brother into her little sister against his will. She had dreamed of it for years but never believed it could actually happen. It was working, and soon her Mom would be helping her.
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if i were dressed like a little girl i sure would not want a doll like that. His sister is evil. Where are the parents?
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The first thing Wendy did was start making dinner. Their mother was just coming off a double shift and Wendy believed her job was one of the most difficult and important jobs in the world. She always wanted a home cooked meal when she got back because she was exhausted in just about every way a person could be. Mind, spirit, body...the job could stress them all.
There had been one time a few months ago Wendy had nearly broken her formerly long held promise not to spank her little brother.
She had been walking home from school with with a friend. Doug had been trailing behind, of course. Their mother insisted she keep an eye on him even though all he ever did was find ways to needle and bother her and he was impossible to look after. She had been telling her friend about what their mother did to support them and said she was a hero, but complained that she didn't make more money. Wendy said she wanted to do what their mother did when she grew up anyway. Doug had butted in to say that it was women's work and that it was right for women to make less because they didn't have to support a family.
Wendy had screamed at him the entire rest of the way home about how it could be that their mother was supporting them alone if women didn't have to support families. Doug said that she should have been a stay at home Mom and then maybe Dad wouldn't have abandoned them. That of course was a horribly idiotic thing to say when Dad was actually out of the picture because of the time he had gotten blackout drunk and punched Mom in the face. That's the kind of thing Doug did. He would say things he knew were wrong just because they would upset people.
Rebekah Rainbow was going to learn much more respect, Wendy swore. It didn't matter how red she had to make his thighs.
She waited with her heart pounding for the sound of the key in the lock. When she finally heard it she rushed to the door. "Hi, Mom!" she said, trying to hide her nervousness. Wendy took her mother's coat and hung it in the closet and then carried her bags to the kitchen counter for her.
Her mother smiled at the fragrant aromas of a home cooked meal in the kitchen but she froze as she saw the kitchen table was only set for two. Sensing mischief, she turned to look at her daughter and noted the guilty look on her face. Wearily, she walked to her daughter and put her hand on her shoulder. She kissed her on the forehead. "Where's your little brother, Wendy?"
"I sent him to his room without dinner," Wendy replied, "He was bullying a younger girl again, right out across the street."
"I told you before you don't get to do that. He's a growing boy. He needs to eat, Wendy." Her patient loving tone faded and a bit of firmness came in her voice, "Now you listen to me. I've had enough of you two fighting and if this keeps up I'm going to hire a nanny for you two. I don't care how mature you think you are and how much money we save like this. It's not working."
Wendy shook her head in disbelief, "A nanny? For me? Are you out of your mind, Elena?"
"Yes! For you, Wendy. And for you it's still, Mom. Don't take that kind of tone with me right after work. Go get your brother and I'll talk to him again."
"Wait...Mom. There's more....Umm a lot more. Really...this is gonna take a while. We should eat. I used the habaneros in the sauce anyway."
Wendy noted a pleased look in her mother's eyes at the mention of the super hot peppers. Mother and daughter shared a love of spicy food but often had to cook around Doug's dislike of even mildly hot food. A famished Elena ate with gusto. She asked for a beer and Wendy brought her one from the fridge. Elena immediately chugged it down. She then looked to Wendy expectantly and her daughter brought her another. Wendy's mother very rarely drank, but when she did she had a good reason and Wendy never judged her. "Rough day?" she asked gently.
Elena said nothing and a sip of the second beer. She saw her daughter take a deep, deep breath. Elena put down her knife and fork and waited.
"I just found out he didn't really pass any of his classes last year. He was cheating the whole time. I'm sorry, Mom. I tried to keep an eye on him, but he's just impossible!"
"What?" she asked in shock. "Wendy, how is that even possible? Are you making this up?"
Wendy slammed the table, "No! Look Mom, I try and do my best but I'm not his parent."
"I looked after three of my little cousins when I was your age every single day after their parents died, you know that. It's hard, I get it, but you need to stop making excuses. He wouldn't be so miserable and surly all the time if you stopped pushing him around so much, you know, he resents it. Have you considered trying a lighter touch? You want to do what I do, right?"
Wendy blushed almost as red as Rebekah Rainbow had all day at the suggestion the problem was that she somehow didn't measure up to the task. She stood and shouted, "No! No. I'm done listening to this! You know how he twists the truth. To him me 'Pushing him around' is me telling him to do his homework. Telling him to stop picking on little girls. Telling him not to cut classes. It's all stuff he's supposed to be doing anyway but he doesn't. I ask nicely and he doesn't so I ask not so nicely. Instead of doing it he complains to you that I'm bossing him around and then you act like I'm the problem. But all I'm doing is trying to do what you want me to do! I'm done! If I can't make the rules for him, ALL the rules, then I'm done. In fact, I've already started changing the rules. If you don't like it, then you deal with all the trouble.
"You tell him to come home right after school instead of wandering around doing god knows what, Mom. You tell him to clean up his room! You force him to make his bed! You tell him to sit down to pee if he's too lazy to put the seat up instead of peeing all over the seat!"
Elena laughed sharply and Wendy blushed again. "So that's what this is. It always comes back to that with you, Wendy, doesn't it?"
Wendy crossed her arms and shook in rage, "Don't say it, Elena."
Her mother finished the beer tossed it into the trash with a clank. "pen-is envy." She laughed at her daughter's outraged face. "Oh, lighten up," she added.
"Stop it! Uggh, you know that isn't real! Some dumb pervert who thinks he's a scientist comes up with a stupid theory about women so of course everyone believes it for centuries. But hey, do you ever listen to what I have to say about it?"
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There had been an incident once many years ago between Doug and Wendy while their family was in the woods on a camping trip that had resulted in them having a serious fight. As much as they quaralled they rarely actually hit each other. Wendy was too responsible to be prone to it and Doug was too timid knowing his older sister had a size advantage on him.
They refused to tell their mother what it was about exactly, both of them seeming embarrassed after having been dragged apart, but fearing something was very wrong she took them to a child psychologist to try and figure out their issues. The psychologist talked with Doug first who as usual twisted events and then with Wendy for her side of the story.
Wendy had listened at the door as their mother and father had talked privately with the psychologist about what had happened and as soon as she heard the phrase "anger issues" followed closely by the phrase "pen-is envy" she burst in the room and had an absolute screaming tantrum that she would never be envious of having some disgusting thing sticking out between her legs and that it was Doug who had the problem with jealousy and envy and anger.
Of course, by revealing her eavesdropping and bursting into the room and having a tantrum she had only made herself look like the immature one. It totally undercut her case. Her mother agreed the theory was discredited hokum and insisted on not bringing them back. However, with all of Wendy's tomboy behaviors and often angry demeanor around her brother it was pretty easy to start thinking that Freud's theory may have applied to her. At least it may have applied in the "a broken clock is right twice a day" sense. The anger issues had only increased when her father had briefly started to try forcing her to dress "more like a lady" to try and get her over her issues.
Wendy resumed, speaking slowly to try and contain her anger. "The problem, Mom, is not that I envy having a pen-is or anything even remotely like that," she explained for possibly the millionth mortifying time, "The problem is that my little sibling is too proud of the one they have. They think having one means a whole lot of things that it doesn't actually mean. When he sees that those things aren't true, he can't process it, so he freaks out and gets mad and even he doesn't really understand why. He blames everyone else and resents them when it's really his own problem that needs to be worked out.
"I can get him to behave perfectly if you let me. All the time. All you have to do...is really finally let me teach him what he needs to learn. If you let me take a firm hand," she smacked her knee for dramatic effect, "and really take charge then everything will be fine. I know how to make him behave. It's not even that hard. I can prove it. I already started."
Wendy hit play on a video on her phone and showed it to her mother. It showed Elena's son in an adorable old fashioned rainbow print dress and a rainbow pigtail wig sitting in their yard. He was peacefully rocking a baby in his arms while he whispered something to it she couldn't quite make out. She could see the whole of their small yard from that angle and nobody was there pushing or prodding him. He actually looked kind of peaceful, Elena thought. He seemed to pay no mind at all to the fact that he was sitting in an insanely juvenile and effeminate dress and pinafore with a short poofball skirt. He concentrated solely on rocking and whispering to the doll.
"So you forced your little brother to wear a toddler puffball dress like something from your grandmother's old photos, Wendy? That's your solution?" she asked in exasperation at her son's colorful and doll like appearance in the videos. She didn't consider for even a second he would have done it on his own. Even after he nervously got up and started to twirl around with his doll like he was the happiest little girl in the world. Even after she watched the highlights of him making himself up all by himself while following along with a tutorial video like any young girl learning makeup would she didn't consider it.
All she did when she saw that was demand the camera come out of the bathroom which Wendy was stammeringly forced to explain she had done already and had only put it there to record just for that moment and for nothing else. Elena had to wonder if her daughter really thought she was making a convincing case it was her brother who was the troubled one.
Even after it switched to a video of him singing a lullaby sitting alone on the bed in the guest room to the strange realistic looking doll she didn't think he would have dressed up that way on his own. She thought the same thing even when his eyes briefly lit with joy when he saw the doll's tiny eye's close before he blushed and looked around nervously as if he correctly suspected someone could be watching or recording.
Wendy had the gall to giggle. "I didn't know it was a baby dress, Mom. I guess the bloomers were a little baggy though. But anyway, I'm telling you he picked that dress out to wear himself."
"Sure he did," she replied with snarl. She pushed her plate away and stood. She reached to the cabinet above the refrigerator and pulled out a dusty bottle of tequila that she hadn't touched since she downed half of it in one night shortly after she kicked out her shitbag loser husband. She poured herself a shot and drank it. "You've gone way too far this time Wendy. Enough is enough. You can't possibly think this is a fair way to treat him no matter what he did and there's no way I'm going to believe he would dress up like this on his own."
"Oh, don't get me wrong," Wendy retorted, "Yeah I spanked him and I petticoated him all by myself, but with good cause, Mom. And it WORKS. He picked out a dress because I told him to pick one. How do you think I found out all about him cheating last year? Because he behaves when you treat him this way and he's happier for it. You can see it in the videos. He's not confused anymore, just like I said."
"So he found out he likes taking care of a baby because you forced him to play with that creepy doll. Big DEAL Wendy, this is exactly what I've been trying to tell you. He's not this monster you make him out to be, he's just immature and doesn't have a father figure."
"No," Wendy insisted, "Stop saying things like that. He never in a million years would have gone anywhere near that thing if I didn't force him to and so he never would have learned anything. He has to be forced, Mom. He thinks he should be repulsed by being a girl but really he loves it.
"That's why he gets all confused and angry that so many girls do better at stuff Dad told him were for boys than he does. Dad always filled his head with all that homophobic and sexist garbage and so he just can't conceive of the idea that it's okay if his nature is more feminine than his sister or his classmates.
"He has to do what I tell him or be spanked or nothing can be done for him. You can try and take him to a psychologist again but he wouldn't even be lying if he said he doesn't want to be a girl. They won't be able to give him what he needs. He lies so much nobody can figure him out, but I CAN. I'm telling you Mom, acting like a little girl is the only solution for him. It's just that he doesn't understand that his silly little thing doesn't really mean he isn't supposed to be like that. He can't be told, he has to be shown. This is what he needs, but nobody else but us can do it. I need your help."
"You want my help, huh? To humiliate my own son and let you smack him just to teach him a lesson?"
"He's like a little kid who won't stop trying to touch the stove, Mom. He needs to be stopped!"
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What a great story it sure has me gripped by it.
I hope Doug's mum backs Wendy with his petticoat punishment as it seems he really deserves it.
I hope young Miss Rebecca gets to witness his downfall after the nasty way he has treated her.
Early bedtimes with a proper toddler bedtime routine I think would be very humiliating for the hopefully now former macho little bully boy.
Keep up the good work as I said before I am loving following your writing.
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"You can't do this to your brother. Absolutely not," Elena said. "And judging by all the brand new looking clothes all over the place in this video of him in the guest room you already took my help, Wendy. How much of my money did you spend? This is too far. This is way over the line! I think we need to talk about putting you back into thera..."
"No!" Wendy interrupted angrily. "I wouldn't waste money, you know that, Mom! This is always what happens! It always gets turned back on me! It's not my fault, Mom!"
"Then where did it all come from, Wendy? Listen to me, this is not a joke, we have rent to pay. So he cheated on some tests and pulled a little girl's hair again. We'll find a new school and he'll probably do better with a different set of kids.
"I'll let all this slide this time but I don't want to hear of any more of your possibly...PE...based fantasies about how to treat Doug. He's learned his lesson by now I'm sure." She added, "The little girl with the pulled hair will LIVE, I assume? I don't want to hear any more about this."
Wendy only glared back at her, breathing heavily from all the shouting. She refused to dignify the rhetorical question minimizing her brother's bullying of June. She tried to remind herself that her mother loved her and was just frustrated and exhausted from work. "There's one more thing, Mom," she said icily.
Elena groaned in fatigue. "What now?"
Wendy sat down beside her. She handed her mother her phone. She pulled up a webpage and she pointed to a picture. "Do you see this girl!?" Wendy demanded.
Elena turned away from the photo and winced before turning back to it and beginning to scroll down the page and read. "Why are you showing me this, Wendy? I just got home from work..."
"Her name is Rebecca. Let me tell you what your precious little son did to her all last year instead of doing his schoolwork. Then! Then, you tell me that I'm the one who's the problem in this house."
Rebekah Rainbow had thought his salvation was only seconds away when his mother had come home. But Wendy had gotten to her first and soon there was a long, angry argument. He was too far away to make out the words of the argument, but he thought it must be good if his mother was yelling at Wendy. Only a few minutes more, he desperately hoped, and he would be rescued from his sister's clutches. Until then he didn't dare move for fear the baby might wake and scream in his ear.
His mother would punish his sister, he was sure. He couldn't wait to see it. His mother would figure out how to get the diabolical speakers out of his ears so he wouldn't have to hold the stupid ugly baby. He would never have to wear any more of these terrible humiliating dresses surrounding him that he couldn't help but stare at. He shivered in fear and wondered what he would look like in them and what they would feel like. There were too many dresses to count in the ocean of differing pastel colors Wendy had laid out about the room. There were more in the basement and she could get more whenever she wanted. He nearly started to sob again but grit his teeth and reminded himself that he was a boy and boys don't cry. Soon, he told himself, his Mom would come and rescue him and he would be safe from ever being spanked or emasculated by his sister ever again.
The angry shouting eventually died down to quieter and even more indiscernible mumbling. Exhausted, Rebekah Rainbow rested his eyes as he waited.
Eventually, his mother opened the door. She looked at him there on the bed still cradling the baby doll in his arms and calmly napping. He really was pretty like this, she thought. He looked totally innocent and angelic. He wasn't really an angel, she sadly had accepted. Still, she had to hear it from him directly. She took the doll from his arms and set it in the pink bassinet Wendy had plugged in on the floor.
Exhausted, somewhat drunk, and emotionally drained she slid into the bed next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. On instinct he snuggled in next to her and rested his head on her breast, still sleeping. Elena started to reread the story Wendy had shown her beneath the picture. Her heart heaved in pain and disbelief at what her son had done. In a few moments Rebekah's eyes slowly half opened and he looked up at her, "Hi, Mom," he mumbled and yawned, "Whatcha reading?" he asked.
"Aww," she said, rubbing his head gently, "Your pretty hair got all messed up and tangled while you slept. Oh well."
"My...what?" he asked in confusion before his eyes opened wide as he started to recall the previous events of the day. "Mom! I can explain! Wendy made me dress up like this and she hit me and she pulled my ear! She took photos and videos of me! She let kids from school see me like this! She's terrible! You have to stop her! I didn't want to dress up like this I promise!" he cried. "She locked me out of my room so I was stuck here! Please can I have my pants back now! Please! I'll never do anything wrong ever, ever again!'
Elena held him more tightly next to her so he would have no thoughts of wriggling free and said, "What I'm reading is a story about a girl named Rebecca," she said in a matter of fact tone before pointing to the picture Wendy had shown her.
"Mom," he said with the pitch of his voice rising in panic, "I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! You have to believe me. I'm so, so, sorry! I never would have..."
In the picture Rebecca was much more frail and thin looking than she had been when Doug had met her when she started tutoring him. The website belonged to a nationally prestigious children's hospital. Rebecca wore a hospital gown and had various tubes coming out of her arms. She also had even shorter hair than when he had known her, in the sense that she was completely bald.
"The story says this courageous and genius little girl was at death's door in the middle of enduring the rigors of chemotherapy when she saw a rainbow in the sky out her window and felt her strength coming back. Then," Elena choked back a sob, "when she came out of the hospital with her tests clear she saw another rainbow on the ride home and knew it meant that she would keep pulling through. Rainbows were her symbol of hope and optimism..."
Rebekah looked up at his mother and saw the most crushed and disappointed face he had ever seen in his life. "I didn't know, Mom" he croaked, despairingly. "I only found out a few weeks ago."
"...and you took it from her just because she wanted to prove she would be a good tutor for you and that embarrassed you and made you all horribly upset. How could you!? What is wrong with you!? How could any child of mine do this? It will be years before they can be confident it won't come back. She NEEDS that hope, Doug. Her family needs it! All of those other kids and their families need it! I need it!"
"I didn't know."
"Let me tell you something," she said, snarling, "What you think is that if it wasn't for this it would just be some harmless prank, but listen to yourself! There's no reason to be acting like this towards anyone. Walk down the street kiddo, everybody is suffering and most of them have much bigger problems than a bossy older sister who's just trying to look out for them. You can't figure out who can take a hit and who can't just by looking at their surface identity, and you shouldn't be messing with anyone anyway even if you think you might have some silly justification for it! JUST. BE. NICE. TO. PEOPLE. How hard is it?"
Rebekah gulped in fear. He was hoping she would be more in the mood to start talking about how her crazy daughter should be in therapy again, but it didn't look like that was where this conversation was going. "I didn't know," he repeated more quietly, fully aware the weak words had no power over his mother's seething rage.
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Elena continued, "Because she just wanted to be normal. She was already different enough. She just wanted to fit in and be normal. She didn't want to be, 'the cancer kid,' in addition to, 'the weird prodigy gifted kid.' Maybe she would have been comfortable enough to tell everybody if some little shit wasn't busy making her think everybody hated her!
"Just leave people alone! Mind your own business and learn some humility! But you think you're invincible because the only one who picks on you is your sister and I defend you from her. But maybe she's been right all along. Maybe you do need a different sort of treatment."
"Mom! Please, no!"
"Maybe you do need to learn you are just as, if not more, vulnerable than all those little girls you pick on. Maybe then you'll learn to be a better person."
"You can't let her do this to me!" he whined.
She grabbed him by the chin and didn't release him until he looked her right in the eyes. She poked him in the chest to punctuate each word of her child's new full name, "Rebekah...RAINBOW...Ramirez. From this day forward, you are Mommy's little girl..."
"Yes!" a muffled triumphant voice could be heard shouting from outside the room.
"But!" Rebekah began to protest, but was quickly cut off with a sharp look.
Elena continued, and raised her voice so as to be heard outside the room, "For ONE year, at home or around the kids who already saw you like this only, aside from a few particular outings I have in mind. I'll decide what to do with you after that, until then you better do everything your big sister says if you ever want to wear pants full time again."
Wendy swore under her breath. She had thought that she had her little sister forever now for sure. In the end though, she figured it didn't matter. With total control of a petticoated little brother, it would be easy as pie to find some sort of way to set him up to fail if necessary. Rebekah Rainbow was here to stay as far as Wendy was concerned.
Rebekah Rainbow whimpered in despair, "But...!"
"Don't you dare, Rebekah, say anything in reply to that besides, 'Yes, Mommy. I'll be a good little girl for big sister Wendy all year long until you decide IF I can have my pants back full time.'"
Whimpering and stammering in shame, he repeated the humiliating promise. She lifted him from the bed and led him by the hand to the bathroom. She stripped the dress off of him and yelled for Wendy to come take it and bring Rebekah Rainbow a nightgown to wear to bed. With only his bloomers for modesty, he stood in front of the mirror in shock waiting for the next unbelievable alteration in his life to occur.
It came in the form of scissors and an electric hair clipper and razor. First his mother removed the wig. Then, wordlessly she set to work with the scissors and then the buzz of the electric tools. Soon Rebekah was as bald as Rebecca had been. Rebekah Rainbow didn't dare utter a single word of complaint. When Elena was done she finally spoke again, "Whatever else happens to you, blame on Wendy if you want. I'll take the consequences if it goes wrong, but I don't have the energy to fix you, kiddo. She's in charge of you now unless she breaks the rules I set for her."
She forced his drooping chin up so he looked directly at his bald head in the mirror. "But this was from me." She started to clean up the mess and he walked from the room eyes cast downward in shame.
When he came out of the bathroom after his shower Wendy guffawed at his pathetic state. He wore the prissy light blue nightgown she had picked out for him. The skirt was ankle length and made of a smooth silky material. It had a super thin layer of white netting on top as well. The nightgown had a similarly high bust line as his baby dress, with a dark blue ribbon that tied in a decorative bow on the back. The high bust line gave the nightgown a distinctly childish appearance, but Rebekah at least felt happy the new underwear his mother had dressed him in was concealed by the ankle length skirt. Judging by many of the outfits he had seen in the room so far, that was going to be a luxury he would be forced to get used to not having with many of his skirts.
His sister lifted his dress to mock him over the frilly blue panties with the white lace ruffles on the rear he now wore, but at least once she dropped the skirt back down he wasn't putting on a show anymore like he had in the super short dress before.
Without his makeup he looked less like a girl and his bald head just looked goofy. "Oh well, little sis, it's no big deal. We've got all the wigs you could ever need!" Wendy told him in tone dripping with condescension.
Wendy whispered in his ear, "Remember when we watched Peter Pan and you said I should wear a frilly night gown like the girl in the movie because I was named Wendy too? Well I think it looks better on you, little sis!" She laughed and then leaned in to his ear again, "Remember when you said you thought it would be great to be a little boy forever and never grow up? Well you've almost got your wish. Instead you could be a little girl forever if big sister gets what she wants."
His mother led him back to his new room while he continued to apologize and try and to find some way out, but his mother still remained unmoved.
"You took away the security blanket that made Rebecca feel safe, so it's only fair you lose yours. Your sister has an idea of how to do that. Let's see if she's right about you, huh Rebekah? I'm starting to think she might be."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" Rebekah Rainbow screamed and whined as he buried his face in his mother's chest. He cried tears of shame and fear until they made visible wet marks on his mother's scrubs. As he cried to his mother and begged her to change her mind, his cheek was resting on the cool plastic of the lanyard she wore around her neck. The lanyard identified her as Elena Ramirez, a registered nurse working at the local hospital in their pediatric oncology unit. His begging did not move her.
Exhausted and with no tears left to shed, Rebekah Rainbow was led back to his new room and tucked into bed. Elena moved the doll off the bed and into the bassinet it came with to charge and hung all the dresses back up where they belonged. She could have sworn Rebekah almost looked disappointed not to be sleeping with the doll. He drifted away to sleep for the night hearing the soft gentle sounds of the cooing electronic baby doll in the bassinet by his bed. After all that had happened, she couldn't blame Rebekah Rainbow for wanting something to cuddle. "I'm sorry," she whispered to his sleeping form, "But it could be the only way to save you." She turned around and left the room to go to bed. She couldn't think about this anymore. She had to be back at the hospital the next morning.
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Doug is a sociopath and needs a psychiatrist (maybe a battery of them) and confinement, not a petticoating. Don't know the characters' ages but give him a few years and there will be bodies piling up all over the neighborhood. Love the overall story but think Doug's character may have been crafted a little too darkly. Nevertheless, really appreciate your writing efforts and thanks for putting the story up for our enjoyment. Hope Mom and sis get Doug under control by any means.
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Yeah, sorry if the storyline went too dark for anyone there. I'm not trying to write him as a straight up sociopath, though obviously it comes off that way for the most part at this point. He does have empathy but he doesn't use it all the time. He really didn't know Rebecca had been sick. He's just a bundle of angry, entitled, fragile toxic masculinity because of repressed femininity he's ashamed of. Those are really dark emotions and yeah they end up going to dark places in the real world if people don't get help. His father is gone and was terrible, his sister does bully him no matter what she says, and his Mom is working all the time. He doesn't have any support. In the real world he would need doctors or maybe an actual adult in charge of him at least. In petticoating stories he gets petticoats. :o
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Many thanks for your kind replies to my comments. I agree with everything you said except I’m not sure he is all that bullied by his sister. Nevertheless, the final two sentences of your reply are my all-time favorite lines in anything I have ever read here and describe the genre perfectly -“In the real world he would need doctors or maybe an actual adult in charge of him at least. In petticoating stories he gets petticoats.”
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Maybe the the sister and mother can use of diapers and plastic pants to help control him since the mother works at a hospital and really control his life in diapers
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Yes maybe in the real world specialists and doctors would have this boy under a microscope trying to find out what triggers him to do this. I agree adult supervision may have helped, as in real life big brothers or big sisters are left with the babysitting chore when parents go out.
Petticoating is perfect for this type of story, but i do believe if he has been a disruptive figure in the neighborhood the adult neighbors may get the chance to see the little sissy girl. Maybe a pair of wet panties to add some more humiliation to the story.
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Or maybe he wets his bed and his mommy and sister never told anyone before to spare his blushes.
A washing line full of drying fluffy Terry nappies and plastic pants would not only be shaming for him but give his long suffering victims and neighbours plenty to giggle and talk about.
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LauraVB:
I am loving this story more with each segment you publish. I know how
Rebeca felt from all of talking about how she was a lesbian. I went thru a lot of this in high school and in the military. I made it; but, I had some close calls with suicide.
Keep writing this story. It is very cathartic for me.
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Rebekah Rainbow awoke to the thunderous cry of a screaming baby. When he had woke from his short nervous nap the night before in his mother's arms, he had been blessed by a brief moment when he was unaware of his feminized state. He did not have such a moment this time. This time he was moving too quickly to cradle Baby in his arms so it's scream would stop drilling a hole through his eardrum to worry about anything else.
"Wet Mommy! Wet!" the voice said as the peak volume of the wail died down. He found the diaper bag in the stroller and carried the baby to the bed. He looked in the bag and saw baby powder and a half dozen folded little cloth diapers. He clenched his fists and uselessly slammed them on the soft covers of the bed. He was a boy, and boys weren't supposed to worry about playing with dolls or changing diapers. They weren't supposed to be kneeling on a bed in a nightgown and little girl panties telling a doll that "Mommy will make it all better." It just wasn't fair. Was he really a year away from waking up like the boy he had yesterday in normal boy underwear and a t-shirt?
"There, there, baby! Mommy's here!" he tried but was still met with crying. As he started to remove the pink onesie off the doll the volume of the cry diminished. He struggled to pull the onesie off without it getting tangled in the baby's limbs but eventually managed it.
Whatever AI was running the thing seemed to appreciate effort being made and reward it with reduced volume in the shrieking cry. He removed the diaper, which he saw was literally wet, presumably from the water in the bottle yesterday. He wondered if the wetness might come before the cry and if he should be checking the diaper frequently to try and get Baby changed before the horrible crying. He sprinkled powder on the doll and then the volume of the cry reduced near to nothing. He examined the diaper. It had a velcro fastener, so it seemed easy enough. When the diaper was on, the baby started to make happy noises.
He reached for the dress instead of the onesie because it looked easier to put on the thing and the baby made happy noises again. Did it like wearing a dress? Was he just supposed to change it's clothes every day? He tried to remember that playing Baby with this weird electronic doll really was just like playing a game. He just had to figure out what it wanted and give it before it started screaming again. He rubbed at his his aching head and groaned. Both of his ears were ringing a little. He had to keep Baby from crying. He started to reach to remove the baby's pink cap too, figuring it went with the onesie not the dress, but decided against it. Boys don't care about that.
He rubbed his own head a few times and looked out the window. It seemed to be just about dawn. He couldn't ever remember getting up earlier than Wendy, especially on a Saturday. Wendy usually woke him up every weekday and on Saturdays he slept in. It was one of the endless annoyances he had inflicted on her. Wendy felt an obligation to be up to make breakfast for her mother and get Doug out the door to school because their Mother had enough stress to deal with at work.
He would unplug any alarm clock and when she woke him before breakfast he just went back to sleep. When he once had demanded breakfast in bed while planning to be home "sick" to avoid a test she had once been so furious she put powdered cayenne pepper in his his scrambled eggs for revenge when he finally did appear downstairs. It took so little spice to start him crying that her Mom believed her when she said she would never do that and just a tiny little bit must have blown onto his when she sprinkled her usual amount on her own just to warm it up a bit. Now he stuck with cereal, but even then often sat down and demanded she pour both cereal and milk for him.
A few quiet, barely perceptible, sobbing sounds came from the baby. "Baba! Mommy!" He rushed back to the stroller desperate to beat the clock on more crying and picked up the empty bottle. He put it to the baby's lips. The same soft sobbing sounds came. He realized it wasn't going to work with the empty bottle. It was sure to tantrum again, he knew, trying to commit to memory way the baby had sounded. He remembered the warning that it might not always announce what it needed so he needed to started trying to remember the signs.
He had been forbidden to leave the room before. Was he still now? He had been told the BabyGuard could be programmed to keep him in place with the screams. But had it been set to this morning? Rebekah decided that it would be a very unfair game if it wasn't possible to give Baby what it wanted.
He walked to the door carrying the tiny bottle, feeling annoyed at the smooth tickle of the skirt on his legs and torso and the humiliating unforgettable feel of the silky panties. He peeked out into the hallway and took a tiny step out of the room. There was no banshee cry, but the baby did chirp, "Mommy! Baby! Mommy! Baby!"
"Oh," he thought, "It doesn't want to be alone. Baby just woke up and wants to be with Mommy." He picked it up and cradled it in his arms, "Okay, Baby, Mommy's here," he yawned and started walking towards the bathroom. It was cold in the quiet early morning he so rarely saw. His feet were like ice and his arms were bare. He was glad for the electronic warmth of the Baby and held it tigher. "Guess you are good for something," he whispered.
"Mommy!" it said back.
He filled the bottle with water and after he screwed the cap back on the baby was suc-kling on it after only a second or two of assaulting Mommy's ears.
He looked up in the mirror and cringed at his appearance. His own mother had committed to humiliating him to try and teach him some twisted lesson and now he was stuck like this. He looked over at the toilet and now free of the imminent fear of a screaming baby realized he desperately needed to pee. He looked over to the toilet. His sister hadn't yet officially forbidden Rebekah Rainbow to pee standing up, but he knew that confrontation was coming.
He took a peak out the door to make sure the coast was clear and quietly shut the door. He pulled up the seat and went to the bathroom standing up like a boy. A boy holding the skirt of a nightgown up and out of the way but still a boy. He would never, ever let his sister take that way from him. He was a boy and he was going to stay a boy no matter how they dressed him or forced him to act. After he peed he sat down to go #2. He knew it was weird and other boys didn't care about things like this, but other boys didn't have a sister like Wendy.
He carried the doll out of the bathroom. He tried the door of his "boy" room but it was locked tight. Quietly as possible, he made his way downstairs and went to the front door. He looked outside and saw the street completely abandoned. He looked down at the doll, "Okay, Baby, let's see what happens if we go outside. Please don't be a crybaby about it, because I think I want to go away from here forever. Not in this stupid nightgown obviously, but if we don't see what happens now who knows when we'll get another shot?"
He ran back inside as fast as humanly possible, with Baby screaming at maximum volume and kicking in rage. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Mommy's sorry....back to sleeeeeeep...."
Rebekah padded back upstairs to his new room. He placed Baby back in the bassinet and slipped back into bed. He stared at the ceiling and concentrated on quietly listening to Baby's gurgles and twitters and other little sounds hoping for some sign of patterns he could understand. When the doll wasn't screaming in his ear it was actually kind of relaxing to listen to. He yawned and fell back asleep.
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He heard the door open and before his sister could even get a word out he shot out of bed and curtsied. "Good morning, Wendy," he said politely. He hoped suc-king up to her would prevent her from getting the idea she should start checking any more cameras she might have set up. He thought it would go very badly for him if she found out he had been sneaking around.
She narrowed her eyes at him. She had not anticipated he might have decided overnight just to go along with things. She thought he would still look for some way to put up a fight. She decided there was one easy way to put that to the test. She would do what she was planning to do first things first anyway. "Come with me to the bathroom, Rebekah. It's time we had a talk about how to pee like a little girl," she said, with a triumphant glare at him.
"Okay!" he said, cheerily. He walked towards the bassinet instead of towards her. "First I'll wake Baby!"
"No!" Wendy commanded, furious at being contradicted even if it was in a silly girlish way. She couldn't believe he was still trying to needle her. Even if it meant acting like he didn't hate the doll he would do anything if he thought it would get a rise out of her. She didn't want any distractions from this. She set the thing to sleep again and dragged her brother by the ear to the bathroom.
"Owwww!" he whined along the way. "Mom said not to pull my ear unless I'm fighting!"
"Mom left for work already." She pointed to the toilet. "Sit."
"I don't have to go."
"You just woke up, right?"
"Yeah."
"Sit."
"I don't have to!"
"You can't hold it forever, Rebekah. I'll wait. Rebekah Rainbow pees just like a girl!" she said.
"I won't pee like a girl, Wendy! I'm a boy!"
"I'll spank you if you don't sit right this instant."
"Fine! I'll sit." He sat down and crossed his arms and glared up at her. "I don't have to go!"
"Then I'll wait!" she said. However, after twenty minutes of Rebekah Rainbow smirking up at her clearly in no urgent need she gave up in frustration. She knew he couldn't hold out forever. If he wanted to fight it would only make it that much sweeter when he finally, finally gave in and let her be in charge.
She ordered him to shower instead, and he earned a slap on an already stinging thigh when he snootily asked, "Why? Is my hair messed up?"
Meanwhile, Wendy went to Rebekah's room to try and figure out what he had been up to. First she went to the bed and pulled the quilt and sheets out of the way to examine the mattress. He hadn't gone and wet the bed.
She looked around the room. She noticed the baby in the bassinet had changed outfits. "So, Rebekah, you couldn't even wait until I got up to get into mischief?" She couldn't believe it. He had gotten up early. Of all the tricks he had ever pulled on her, that was never among them.
"What do mean, Wendy? Baby needed changing and I thought she might want to change clothes too! I don't want to hear that awful crying! What else am I supposed to do? I went right back to bed," Rebekah claimed when Wendy confronted him after his shower. She took him downstairs and made herself breakfast. Rebekah Rainbow didn't have to be told to not expect big sister to pour his milk for him.
Back upstairs, she confronted him. "You're lying. I know it. You got up and peed like a boy just so you can feel like you don't have to do what I say. I bet you did it in the shower too! But you do have to do what I say and you will! I'm in charge and you are going to learn to behave, little sister!
"I'm a boy, Wendy!"
Wendy grabbed him and pulled him over her lap. She slapped his thighs once and he screamed, "Oh, my God! Wendy! Stop it!"
She paused, briefly, "You're the one who decides when we stop this...by being a good girl instead of sneaking around and peeing like a boy when I'm not watching. I don't mind if we start every day with you over my lap Rebekah Rainbow, so keep going if you want it like this, but in the end I'm going to have things my way!"
She smacked him hard ten more times until he screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop Wendy I'll be a good girl! I'll do it! I swear!" She spanked him three more times just to get the message across before he screamed so loud she heard the little 'wah-wah' sound from the bassinet.
"You woke Baby!" he shouted at her accusingly and angrily, tears and snot pouring down his crying face. He struggled out of her grip and rolled off the bed to the bassinet. He choked back his own tears and ignored the stinging pain in his thighs and the humiliation of being spanked by his sister. They distracted him from doing what had to be done. He rocked the warm comforting bundle to his chest and put all of his soul into helping coax the horrible roaring cry to stop.
Wendy laughed with relish at the pathetic site her former little brother made hiccuping through his sobs as he knelt in his nightgown still rocking the doll in his arms after it stopped the crying. "You aren't going to win, Rebekah. I won. You're a girl now and you had better get used to it, because I'm never letting you go back."
"Yes, Wendy," he whispered, not looking up from the baby.
"Now put down Baby. Let's pick out a pretty dress for you to wear today."
"Yes, Wendy." He put the doll in the bassinet, walked to her and stood in front of her obediently.
"Finally things are being set the way they should be," she thought.
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Kind of wonder if he'll end up diapered at night and locked into them to keep him from doing his sneak away pee while everyone else is asleep thing again. :)
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I like see Dae him locked into diaper and plastic panty at night. To him sneak peek like boy. after cuaght diaper pusnment for him anlog bare bottom spank .
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"Now we have a busy day today, Rebekah Rainbow. You're going to learn to walk like a girl."
"Yes, Wendy."
"You're going to get to wear another pretty dress like a girl."
"Yes, Wendy."
"Another makeup lesson with your chipper little friend from the video. Do you think she'll look as pretty as you in this one?" She withdrew the blue and pink dress he was going to wear from the closet and held it up to his body. He groaned. "You wear what big sister says and you put on makeup every day because big sister made you, and you don't get a say in it."
"Yes, Wendy."
"You're going to do all your chores like a responsible little girl."
"Yes, Wendy."
"You're going to play Mommy with your baby like a very good little girl would."
"Yes Wendy, if you say so I'll do it. It's not like I have a choice," he said in his usual whiny tone. "You're in charge and I don't get a say."
"You're going to do everything big sister says all day long every day. Then you're going go to be put to bed nice and early like an extra girly little girl who needs needs her beauty sleep would."
"Yes, Wendy."
She smiled and felt a sense of satisfaction. Rebekah was already becoming more resigned and compliant, trying to act like doing every humiliating thing she told him was no big deal. He still stubbornly refused to pee like a girl, but she would break him of that. On reflection, she decided she couldn't expect to have her brother become her perfect little sister in one night. She had to be patient. Even if he was still planning some mischief, it was nice to not have to tell him to do every single thing no matter how small at least three times.
It made it doubly satisfying that she knew that when she handed him the light pastel blue cotton panties with the pink flower print and ordered him to dress himself in them immediately it definitely was a big, big deal for him. She made sure to rub it in as he blushed and squirmed. "I wear the pants in this house, Rebekah Rainbow. You dress yourself in panties and skirts, not pants, because you're my little sister and you have to do what I say. I'm not letting you ever wear boys underwear again."
At that Rebekah finally complained, "Mom said at home only..."
"No one can see what you wear underneath." She handed him a white camisole with attached knee length white petticoat. "So why shouldn't you have a reminder to be a good girl all the time?"
"Mom will never agree to that."
"You want to call her at work and hash it out? She'd love that I'm sure. Maybe we can call her on her lunch break instead of just leaving her in peace. Oh wait, she's supposed to skip that to have a call to the principal's office to try and convince them not to expel you after they find out about your little fight with June or anything else you've been up to."
"No, Wendy," he said quickly. "I can...I can ask at dinner."
"You can try if you want, but the decision has been made. I think you better get used to the idea that girls like you wear pretty panties and petticoats. You're Rebekah Rainbow full time now and Rebekah Rainbow is a super ultra girly girl. You can wear pants outside if Elena lets you but you'll always know that underneath you wear panties because you're a little girl and you always will be! I make the rules in this house and you do what I say."
"I can't wear panties to school. Someone will find out." He looked vulnerable and girly there standing only in his cute blue and pink little girl panties and knee length petticoat obviously terrified imagining feeling that way with the whole school watching him. She handed him a white blouse with a small pink rosette on each sleeve and again made him dress himself in the fussy feminine garment.
"And what, they'll bully you? A helpless little girl like Rebekha Rainbow? Who would do such a thing? I can't wait to convince Mom you shouldn't be allowed pants at school either." She handed him his dress to wear. Rebekah stared at the colorful, prissy pastel blue and pink dress he was holding in disgust.
He had no smart mouth reply or whiny complaint to that, Wendy noted with satisfaction. Instead he simply looked down at the ground in shame for a few moments before resignedly putting on the dress. The cotton material of the dress had pink and white floral prints on the pastel blue background. At the bust there was a pink sash tied in a big off center bow on the front. Thin pink ribbon shoulder straps were tied in cute little bows on each shoulder that contrasted with the white of the blouse. There was a solid pink colored underskirt that peaked out beneath the blue floral printed skirt. The white petticoat itself peaked out a bit below that.
Soon he was wearing a blonde wig tied in a ponytail with a large pink ribbon. He was standing in front of the mirror in a little girl dress again preparing for his second makeup lesson. Wendy pointed to the tablet frozen on the title screen for "Alexandra's Makeup Mayhem" and said, "Now remember to follow along and do everything she says. Now curtsy, just like her, Rebekah!"
She pressed play on the tablet and watched his curtsy as the feminine voice started to chirp commands at her brother again. She loved this. It was one thing for him to be bossed around by Wendy, he was used to that. She had always been a voice of authority to him even if he did make her life hell. Chipper, pretty, makeup obsessed Alexandra looked, acted, and sounded much more like the sort of targets Rebekah Rainbow had used to bully. Actually, Alexandra looked and acted younger and more feminine than them Wendy thought. Those days of bullying were in the rear view mirror now for Rebekah Rainbow. Instead of seeing someone like Alexandra as a potential target, now Rebekah Rainbow was forced to try and imitate all of that feminine behavior instead.
Wendy smiled at the improvement in Rebekah's curtsy. "Not bad, Rebekah! Good girl. See, petticoating works, doesn't it?" she said. She paused the video and went back to the curtsy at the start.
"Now, thank me for forcing you to do this."
"What?" he gaped, stamping his foot in frustration.
"You heard me, now curtsy again just like her and say it."
"Thank you for petticoating me, Wendy. Petticoating works. Thank you for for forcing me to wear panties and a dress."
She decided to let him get away with glaring at her so hatefully as he did it, for now. She needed to be a little patient. Rebekah would do better next time.
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Great. Great. Great.
More please. 😁
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LauraVB, I'm beginning to see why, in your response to my earlier comments you felt, "his sister does bully him no matter what she says". I'm also starting to think that Rebekah may be able to level the playing field a little with Wendy given recent developments. Not that I think Doug is without blame but his punishment does seem over-the-top with the cursed baby doll. I can imagine his hearing would be permanently damaged because of it regardless of the care he gives it. Personally, I'd render the doll inoperable by any means available. Or, maybe he'll realize the cradle is a recharging station, possibly accidentally when he takes the baby to bed with him although the doll's AI would probably set it wailing if its battery gets too low.
Many thanks again for your excellent writing efforts.
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Rebekah was then left to spend another agonizing half hour with Alexandra lecturing him on makeup. By the time the lesson was complete Rebekah had again actually done a passable job. He hated every second of it.
Alexandra, who repeatedly reminded the viewer that, "My friends call me Xandra!" had completely different mannerisms from the day before. It seemed like the idea was to act to the dress like putting on a costume for a play. Yesterday had been an absurd over the top baby dress so Alexandra had acted in a bubbly high energy way and bounced along to the super saccharine high temp kpop while talking in an absurd cutesy baby lisp.
The dress today was more like something a little girl might wear to a nice garden or tea party Alexandra acted in a refined and reserved way for most of the video and spoke with an accent from the American South like an imitation of Scarlett O'Hara.
When he was finally, finally fully dressed to start the day Wendy again watched Rebekah struggle on the stairs carrying the stroller and baby accessories. Rebekah had to hold the stroller high and tight against his chest and step awkwardly in his light blue Mary Janes because his feet were concealed by the skirt. Wendy waited until he was halfway down. She thought right about there would be when he started thanking himself that as girly as a big poufy multilayer knee length petticoated skirt felt, at least it covered his underwear. At that moment she reached down and lifted his skirt as high as she could in the rear.
She laughed as he squealed. The stroller and diaper bag and other accessories dropped and fell down the stairs. She expected more screaming and crying then she got though. She grabbed Rebekah's shoulder and spun him around and saw he'd dropped everything aside from the doll. She chuckled and pinched his cute made up cheek, "Nice catch little sis! I'm on to you now. You really do love your baby! You ARE a little girl! I told you."
"Am not!" he squealed, blushing for a moment but then gaining some nerve, "This stupid thing is making my ears ring, Wendy! What do you think Mom will say when she hears that? I'm trying not to go deaf here."
"Stop whining, they wouldn't sell it if it wasn't safe." She pointed down the stairs, "Go pick up your toys, Rebekah."
He mumbled, "Let's see what Mom says," as he quickly scampered to comply.
"Sure, go ahead. Which video of you do you want me to spread around at school first?"
"Wendy!'
"What don't you understand about I'm in charge? Just do a good job minding your baby and it shouldn't be a problem."
"You're not being fair," he complained.
"Were you fair to..?"
He interrupted, "No! I wasn't," and plopped the Baby in the stroller. He looked down at it and saw it had a strap. He strapped it in just in case Wendy tried to mess with him again. He noticed the doll made happy sounds. "Okay, you like to feel safe and secure," he thought.
On Wendy's order, he pushed the stroller outside to the patio. She then ordered him to begin practicing walking like a girl. He did his best, fearing more spanking if he didn't do whatever Wendy wanted him to do. "It's not girly enough!" she complained after his fifth or so humiliating walk back and forth across the patio.
"It feels girly to me," he said, rubbing his hands up and down the skirt of his dress and shivering at the odd feelings. As he walked he couldn't help listening to the baby and darting concerned looks at it constantly. "Can I really get more girly than this?" he wondered in fear.
"Try again!" she commanded.
"How?"
"Just more...like...swishy."
"What does that even mean?" he asked, trying again.
No matter how hard he tried Wendy was not satisfied with his efforts. "Try and walk like your little friend Xandra would," she suggested.
"She just curtsies and then sits down and starts babbling about makeup and flowers and ponies the whole time. I don't know how Alexandra walks."
Wendy went and retrieved the pink tablet that had come with the first shipment of dresses while Rebekah Rainbow kept trying. She scrolled through the videos and saw that Rebekah had been right about the videos for the first two costumes. It seemed like every other video she looked at was the same. She did enjoy a preview of how the outfits would look on him now with Alexandra as a model though.
"I have an idea," Rebekah said.
"Oh?" Wendy asked, suspicious that he would have a helpful suggestion.
"Why don't you show me how to do it yourself?" he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"As-if," she said. "Rebekah Rainbow has to walk like a real girly-girl, not like me."
"You totally walk like a girly-girl, Wendy! Even when you're playing basketball! When they say 'swish' they aren't talking about making shots. They mean you, Wendy!"
She hid a laugh. It didn't particularly sting coming from a boy flouncing around in panties and a dress at her complete beck and call. Instead she grimaced at him and shouted, "I do not! You're the one who walks like a girl! Shut up if you don't want another spanking!"
Sensing that he had gotten under her skin, instead he put on a snooty voice imitating her, "Look at me! I'm Wendy! I walk like a girly-girl!" He then proceeded to walk back and forth patio taking exaggeratedly tiny mincing steps, with exaggerated swinging hips, and exaggeratedly limp wrists held high, congratulating himself on still being able to annoy his sister. If he ruined her fun she would eventually get tired of this whole thing, he hoped.
He stopped after a few back and forth to see her reaction to his little rebellion only to see her laughing at him instead. "Now we're getting somewhere! Let me pull the recording into a video for you. You won't need Alexandra's help after all!"
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Great to see another great story on here. Please could you have the family give him a new electronic doll that he thinks is just a normal doll but its programed to hypnotize him such as giving remote suggestions and mess with his mind to become more like a little girl. But he has to fight the brainwashing through will to keep his sanity. Than you!
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LauraVB
Keep doing what you are doing because you have really picked my interest with this story. It just keeps getting better and better. Rebekah is going thru a crash course on what it is like to be a girl. Wendy really got his goat when she watched him sashay across the patio and she said to Rebekah that now she was getting somewhere. Keep up the good work.
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Wendy made him watch the video so he could see himself a few times. Then she ordered him to get back to practicing to walk just like he had when he had been mocking her. The only adjustment she made was to change what he said each time when he started across the patio to, naturally, "Look at me! I'm Rebekah Rainbow! I walk like a girly-girl!" She smiled watching him say it each time. He said it quietly to make sure nobody could hear him, but he said it.
Wendy didn't like that his voice wasn't feminine enough yet. Rebekah was the one with the whiny baby personality and so Rebekah should be the one with the most high pitched, girly voice. Wendy reminded herself to be patient.
After about ten minutes of watching Rebekah's walk Wendy went to the kitchen and returned with a two liter bottle of cola and a large glass full of ice. She filled the glass. Rebekah thought she was just going to gloat by refreshing herself while he walked back and forth under the warm sun. Instead she called a break to his practice and handed the glass to him. He chugged it down. "Umm, thanks Wendy," he said.
"Have another," she ordered in a casual tone of voice generally not used for orders.
"No thank you, big sister. I have to get back to practicing my walk! Look at me..."
She handed the glass to him.
"You can't make me drink it."
She reached for her phone, "What do you think would be best to post first? A makeup session with Alexandra or play time with baby or...?"
He drank. Then she handed him another glass and another until the bottle was empty. He belched.
"How unladylike!" Wendy admonished. "Alexandra would be scandalized!"
Rebekah glared at her, "It's your fault! If you had to make me why couldn't it be water? Uggggh."
She laughed, "Caffeine, Rebekah! Just wanted to put a little pep in your step. Now, I'm going to back inside while you keep practicing. If you need the bathroom, then just come and nicely tap on the glass and then you're going to ask permission. You're going to say, 'Wendy, may I please go and SIT DOWN for a wee-wee?'" She put her hands on her hips and said firmly, "And then you're going to go and do it."
"I am not!" he insisted with conviction, but as the lock in the door clicked he didn't know how long he could keep avoiding it. He stamped his foot in frustration and proclaimed, "Look at me! I'm Rebekah Rainbow! I walk like a girly-girl!"
He felt completely defeated, humiliated, and exposed. He said the humiliating phrase and flounced across the patio. He said it again and flounced back. Over and over. He was grateful for the longer skirt but he still felt exposed. He still wasn't wearing pants because his sister had forbidden him. The pressure on his groin grew stronger and stronger and Wendy was waiting. Wendy wanted Rebekah to walk like this all the time. She had said Abby and June and Samuel would be expecting it. He couldn't believe he would have to face them all again.
Rebekah walked back and forth so distracted by the growing need to urinate that for a few minutes he almost forgot about the doll until suddenly he heard it chirp, "Burp me! Mommy! Burp me!"
He stopped and turned, "Look at..." he started automatically before shaking his head and rushing over to the doll. "Mommy's here! Mommy's here!" Rebekah squealed hoping to forestall the cry. He searched through the diaper bag and found the pink towel and settled the baby on his shoulder. He sat down on the lawn chair and started patting it on the back.
"There there, Baby. Thank you for not screaming at Mommy. I came as quick as I could." The baby let out a little simulated burp and Rebekah started to take it off his shoulder but then it immediately did start crying. He cringed and rubbed his hand on his ear. "Okay Baby, not just one. Okay! Mommy's sorry." He went back to tapping the Baby on the back and squirming in his seat. He kept his knees locked together trying to hold out as long as he could to buy some time. "Maybe Mom will come home early," he thought to himself without any real hope.
The baby let out another little burp. Rebekah considered trying to take it off his shoulder again but decided not to risk it. Instead he simply let out a little belch of his own.
The Baby made a happy sound, "Mommy!"
After three or four more burps the doll took a longer break and Rebekah decided to risk taking it off his shoulder. "What am I going to do?" he thought.
"Wet, Mommy! Wet!"
"Already!?" He said in frustration. "I just burped you. And I just changed you this morning! I don't even get a break? That's not fair, Baby. I have my own problems here you know."
"Wet, Mommy! Wet!"
He scrambled back to the diaper bag. The wailing started as he reached for it and he cried in utter defeat. He changed the baby's diaper. When he was done and the crying was over and baby all comforted and strapped back snug in the stroller, he put the wet diaper in the bag with the others. He looked up at the clear blue sky. He felt hot and sweaty under his heavy blonde wig. He removed the baby's cap and put it in the diaper bag. He looked down at the bald headed baby. It was even uglier and creepier now. He tried to ignore it, and instead just reminded himself again to check the baby's diaper as often as he could.
He sighed, "Good baby, Mommy's here." There was nothing left to be done. He couldn't hold out any longer. He pushed the stroller to the glass window. He couldn't believe he was being forced to go beg his sister to let him pee like a girl. There was no other choice though, he had to go sometime.
He felt dizzy and the heat increased. It felt like a furnace. This was it, this was the last day he could ever call himself a boy. He would just have to get used to doing what Wendy said. He tapped on the glass.
Imperiously, she came and slowly slid open the door while he stood there with crossed legs underneath his skirt desperately trying to hold it in. "Well?" she asked.
"Wendy...Please don't make me. Please? I've really learned my lesson. I promise I'll be good. Just let me pee standing up, please?"
"Say it," she insisted.
"'Wendy, may I...Wendy..." He checked the baby's diaper. It seemed way to soon, but he was still learning this game and he didn't want to go deaf.
"Wendy," he looked down at the baby's ugly bald head. Rebekah Rainbow giggled.
"Mommy!" the baby said.
"Wendy! I pee like a boy! You can't make me pee like a little girly-girl like you!" he screamed. "I pee standing up!"
Wendy glared at him. She couldn't believe he was going to drag this out. She grabbed his ear to take him to the bathroom to resume the discussion but then backed away when she saw the large, growing wet patch visible on the front of his dress.
She trembled in rage. "Oh. Okay, Rebekah. Is that how you want it? You think I'm an idiot? You think I didn't consider that? Well guess what, there's a cleaning fee on those dresses. You can tell Mom you had an accident once, but you can't do this every day. The sooner you just start doing what I say the better for you. You are going to pee sitting down like a girl, Rebekah Rainbow. I promise you. What do you plan to tell Mom about this little incident when she gets home?"
"Well," he said with a groan, "I bet you're the one who's going to have to explain, big sis."
"Oh? And why's..." She didn't finish before Rebekha bent over and began vomiting around two liters of cola down the front of his pretty dress. When he was finally done puking all over himself and the ground, he just stayed bent over spitting.
"Because the soda is in a locked cabinet and you have the key...." He spat a bit of bile and sugary liquid onto the grass and grimaced. "And because Mom knows I like diet cola better and this is gonna be one sticky dress thanks to you."
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Hasn't the sister carried on long enough, i thought his mother would have removed the mini mics from his ears. Maybe mom should reverse the tables on the sister.
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Another hour was then spent cleaning and dressing Rebekah Rainbow to face the day. When Rebekah was out of the shower Wendy handed him his new outfit. "Well, if you want to act like a baby...I'll dress you like one, Baby sis," Wendy announced.
First he was given an extra thick white pullup diaper to put on and a white pair of plastic panties with yellow lace ruffles on the back. Still weak and nauseous, Rebekah didn't have any energy left to put up a fight. He powdered himself first and cringed, remembering powdering the doll multiple times now. It didn't help the frustration when he looked in the mirror and saw his hairless head and got another reminder.
Next he dressed himself in his first pair of tights. They were white with prints of little ballerinas in pastel yellow tutus and leotards. When he was done pulling them up they just barely stretched past the over sized diaper.
Next he was given a yellow leotard, matching the ballerinas on his tights. Next he stepped into a two layer tutu skirt that fell halfway to his kees. It did not conceal the large bulk of his diaper and plastic panties despite the length because the material of the multilayered skirt was a thin and transparent netting obviously designed to show off the tights intentionally.
He confusingly wore what appeared to be a thin pastel yellow chef's jacket over the leotard. It buttoned up with four oversize white buttons and had an oversize white collar neck and over sized white cuffs at his wrist. The soft white collar tickled at his neck and distracted him. The straight black hair of the wig which fell to his shoulders did too. On top of his head was perched a wide yellow chef's hat. He wore yellow ballet flats.
"Wendy, can't you just give it up already? I'm not going to do everything you say. Why do I have to wear this? Am I ballerina or a chef? Is this even right? It doesn't go together." His arms were tired from flouncing around all morning for Wendy so he tried to rest his hand in the pocket of the jacket. He realized it was another purely decorative and non-functional pocket and stamped his foot in frustration.
"Oh, so Rebekah Rainbow is a little fashion critic already. How do you think 'Dear Xandra' would feel if she knew you were criticizing her choice of outfit?" She pressed play and Alexandra appeared on the screen and launched into the usual silly intro, "Happy Sunshine, guys! It's your best buddy Xandra here with another episode of MAKEUP MAYHEM! RAWWWRRR!"
Alexandra's curtsied to the viewer as usual and then did a quick little pirouette, before sitting and getting down to business. Wendy put the video on loop a few times for Rebekah first, however. Wendy thought that Rebekah's curtsy was improving but the pirouette was dreadful even after several tries.
"Stoppppppp," he begged, "Or do you want to tell Mom some more about vomit?" Wendy had to give Rebekah that one, and allowed him to continue with his makeup. Rebekah was free of more dancing around in a tutu for now.
For Alexandra getting down to business first involved a story about seeing a cute kitten that morning and then an explanation of how, "So you see today I'm using a French accent, because I'm a chef and France is famous for it's excellent cuisine!" that derailed when Alexandra wondered out loud, "Or...am I speaking in a French accent because I'm dressed like a ballerina and France is famous for ballet?"
Alexandra eventually came to the conclusion that it was possible to be both at the same time and announced in an impossibly over the top high pitched French accented baby voice plans to open a 'Ballet Restaurant' some day. Rebekah frustratingly felt the urge to argue against this despite his sister having mocked him. "She's wrong Baby, those just don't go together," he hissed as quietly as he could, "I think she put on the wrong costume top by mistake and she's just faking her way through it." He looked back at the screen, "I'm on to you, Alexandra," he whispered before resuming his efforts to imitate Alexandra to the best of his ability.
He presented himself downstairs for Wendy, who then took a few pictures while he held various kitchen utensils and tried to do ballet poses. Wendy, tired herself, then sent him to the living room to play with baby and stay out of her hair.
For thirty blissful minutes, Wendy enjoyed pure peace and quiet while Rebekah was off playing baby. She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to just completely relax. Even when someone else was watching Doug the idea that whatever trouble he got into might still somehow wind up twisted around and blamed on her somehow was always there on the edge of her awareness.
Now with the BabyGuard to keep an eye on him, she didn't need to worry. If he thought it was some great victory to pee his panties, then let him pee his diapers instead until he gets tired of it.
Wendy heard a buzz from her phone and looked down with surprise. For once, she saw, her Mom actually was coming home early. Wendy swore under breath, Elena would still want to eat when she got home and the chili took forever to simmer. Wendy stood and began to go to the kitchen and get ready for chili night, which was Wendy and Elena'a favorite, until she glanced over and saw Rebekah Rainbow and laughed and snapped another photo.
Rebekah was bent over with his rear in the air searching the diaper bag for something. The chef's hat tipped off and fell to the ground. "I can see your diaper, baby sis! Good girls bend at the knee and squat so no one sees," she mocked. "Give it a try, baby."
He blushed. "No! I got it," he said and held up the diaper, he started back towards the baby.
"You're faking. It's not even crying. I can tell, your face gets all scrunched up, it's funny."
"It is not funny! It's terrible. You're terrible, Wendy. I'm not faking, I just checked it and it's wet if I don't change it now it'll cry later!"
"Then do it quick,' she commanded. "I saw you outside other day with the swing you know. It's fine. Just go ahead and get used it it."
With an angry red face he primly and quickly squatted down by the bag for a few agonizing seconds until Wendy placed the pastel yellow chef's hat firmly back on Rebekah's head. She then nodded at him. He rushed to the doll and still made it in time to avoid any crying.
"So is baby sister's tummy feeling all better?" she asked in the same sort of cutesy Mommy voice he had been using for the doll.
"Yes, Wendy," he said. "I feel better." The baby doll's cry was terrible but at least if you gave it what it wanted it would just make happy noises and leave you alone eventually.
"Ok, it's time to get dinner ready, baby sis. And, you know, I was really enjoying the peace and quiet just now so how about we keep that going? You go get dinner ready and I'll go watch TV. Then, when you're done, you can do the dishes too." She tied Elena's floral print apron on him which was slightly oversize but would do the job of protecting the chef's jacket which, of course, was decorative not just in the pocket but in its entirety.
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"Now you and Baby are going to stay right here in the kitchen and get to work because big sister says so, and what I say is the law. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Wendy, but..."
Her face scrunched up, "Rebekah, those words don't really go together. You need to learn that," she said in the tone of voice of a patient schoolteacher.
He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and trembled. He stayed put in the kitchen as ordered. He had no choice. "Must not upset baby," he thought to himself.
"Wendy, please perhaps you could offer me advice..."
She shook her head.
"...it's chili night and we've tried me making it before and you guys always say it comes out bland and terrible and hate it..."
Wendy shrugged.
"...and then you ask me if I followed Dad's recipe and I say I followed it exactly but you guys say I just need to adjust the spices at the end...
She put her hands on her hips non-nonchalantly.
"...and I say I tried but it didn't come out right and you guys ask if I tasted it and I say of course not I hate Dad's chili it's too spicy for me and I don't know why you guys wanna eat it anyway because Dad was an ass and if the chili is bad mom is gonna be in a bad mood and..."
Wendy interrupted dismissively, "Now, be a good little dish washing baby ballet chef and get to it," She pulled down his tutu skirt mid-sentence as suddenly as she had pulled down his pants the day before.
"Hey!" he whined, before reflecting that it didn't matter since it wasn't hiding anything anyway and he didn't want to be wearing it in the first place.
"Don't think it's safe for the kitchen, Rebekah. Might catch fire." She deposited the skirt in the stroller with the baby. "Little girls like you need to learn to cook. I have schoolwork I actually do and basketball practice. Mom works all the time and depends on a home cooked meal. You're a Ramirez, and you can get this right. You need to do your part. None of us like thinking of Dad, but you know what Mom says. He did give her two good things she loves before she got him the hell out of here, the chili recipe and the record collection." She laughed.
Rebekah groaned. He hated the stupid, dark joke. Wendy hated the dumb, ancient, whiny hippy records as much as him but at least she liked the chili. Rebekah couldn't think of anything worthwhile his father gave him besides manhood, and he wasn't doing a very good job of holding on to that right now.
He sighed in resignation and thought, "I told you so, Baby. I told you a ballet chef doesn't work. Even Wendy admitted it."
Wendy told him baby was going to sleep now so Mommy wouldn't be bothered. Rebekah noticed her hand twitching in her pocket when she said it this time. He was still stuck in the kitchen since the baby would definitely cry if he left. He hated how much he had to fear his sister now. He couldn't believe how far their mother had let her off the leash. The earphones were diabolical.
Even more so, he couldn't believe how completely on leash he now was. His sister had forbidden him to leave the kitchen. She had left him in his tights, leotard, and apron to prepare dinner for his mother and sister. Then he would have to do all the dishes. Then he would make mac and cheese, hot dogs, or a PB&J for himself because he hated the terrible chili he was going to make even when it was made well, which he knew he was not capable of.
He went to look for a pot for the chili and saw that the sink was still piled full of dishes from breakfast that morning. He stamped his foot in frustration and looked over at the horrible doll. He looked down at the water in the sink and thought for a moment about the the warm electronic heat the doll radiated.
He picked it up very gently so as to risk waking it as little as possible and carried it over to the sink. He looked down at the water and then down at the ugly, bald baby doll. The baby made the gentle sounds it makes when it sleeps. He turned around and strapped it back in the stroller. Then he thought, "If I try and break you the speakers might be programmed to break my ears."
He cleaned the dishes. He finally found the chili pot and stuck it on the stove. Wendy had at least set all the ingredients along with the index card with the instructions on the table. There were dried hot peppers already re-hydrating in a bowl of water. He grimaced at them and looked under the sink to find gloves as the index card repeatedly warned him to. The card said "nitrile gloves or vinyl gloves" but all Rebekah Rainbow could find under the sink was a box of latex gloves. They looked the same as gloves he had tried on previous attempts so he decided they were probably the same thing and didn't bother to continue looking elsewhere.
He got angrier and angrier at the situation as he worked. The recipe was mostly beef, chili pepper paste, and lard. He also had to chop onion and garlic and gather half a dozen different little spice bottles from the overcrowded cabinet. He had to remember to do ten different fiddly little things at once and it was driving him crazy. He was distracted by the baby even though it was in sleep mode because he had been shocked so many times by the sudden cry already that it was just instinct. He liked it better when he could just pay attention to one thing or the other, having to worry about the baby constantly split his attention.
He was already exhausted before he started cooking. Waddling around the kitchen and was becoming even more tiring the longer he went on. He browned the meat in the lard and then added the chili paste from the blender. He added the water and brought the concoction to a simmer.
The bulk of the actual work was done, but now he had to sit and mind the stove for two miserable hours while it simmered. It was boring, and he knew the result was gonna be awful. For one horrifying moment he even considered waking Baby for company before remembering that Baby was much, much, much better left sleeping whenever humanly possible.
An hour in as he was leaning his diapered butt against the counter resting his back Wendy came in the kitchen to get a drink. She pointed to the now empty pitcher from the blender in the sink, "If you have time to lean, you have time to clean, Rebekah Rainbow. Snap to it."
"Yes, Wendy. I'm sorry, Wendy." He could take it no longer. He came up with a plan for revenge and didn't care what the consequences might be.
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He had enough of his sister pushing him around and mocking him. He had enough of his Mom letting her get away with it. He'd had enough of them and their stupid spicy food. He pointed to the garbage and recycling cans. "I'm supposed to take these out too, should I do that too Wendy? It's supposed to be my chore right?"
"I should make you, Rebekah. Let every one see what a little girl you are now, that big mean bully."
"Okay Wendy, go ahead. I don't care if anyone sees me. You tell Mom why you exposed me to the whole neighborhood dressed like this when she told you to keep it at home." He reached for the bag and pulled it out of the can, "So are you going to let me out of the kitchen or what?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Okay, Rebekah. Sure, that is a chore for the man of the house. It's not appropriate for the little sister busy, and stuck, in the kitchen." She pointed to the doll to emphasize 'stuck'.
"Of course Wendy," he replied.
As soon as the door shut he pulled a chair from the table and positioned it directly in front of the stove. He groaned at how full his bladder was and cursed Wendy and his mother. As quickly as he could, he stood on the chair and positioned himself carefully to maintain his balance. Then, he reached down to hold his apron away from the pot. He reached down again and pulled out metal tongs from where they stood upright in a jar with other kitchen utensils. He stood on his tippy toes, and he reached up to the high cabinet above the stove and grabbed toward the back with the tongs.
From the very back of the cabinet, Rebekah Rainbow pulled out a dusty bottle of super hot sauce that both his mother and sister had refused to ever try. It had a health warning taped to the bottle by the maker that Rebekah decided was likely there purely for novelty. It had a label with the image of a multicolored flaming skull on it almost like something from the covers of one of his Mom's records. The ingredients listed were "Distilled vinegar, Trinidad Moruga Scorpion peppers, salt, high fructose corn syrup, pure capsaicin crystals, and natural pineapple flavoring."
Rebekah only poured in around half the bottle, deciding that even a novelty health warning should be given at least a little respect. He was sick of Wendy putting hot pepper in his food and sick of his Mom laughing at him over it like it was a joke. He was going to let them see how it feels and then he wasn't going to cooperate for a single second more until he got the cursed speakers out of his ears.
When Wendy returned he had just barely gotten the chair back into place and she looked at him suspiciously. "Just tidying up, big sis. Thanks for helping me with the trash," he said with as much false sweetness as he could muster.
Her little sister Rebekah looked almost adorable in that moment, Wendy thought. He was obviously up to something she was sure. Even so, with Rebekah all tuckered out and helpless looking in his work stained apron and now crooked hat you could almost forget he couldn't be trusted even for a few moments. She was glad that the BabyGuard was there to keep him in line.
She smelled the chili to see if he had done something horrible to it, but she could see he clearly hadn't decided to solve his bathroom problem that way by the way he stood. Instead it actually smelled surprisingly good for one of his attempts. She decided she could stop being paranoid, and released him to the living room to "Play Mommy." Mercifully, she left the baby on sleep mode and he simply rocked the baby in the swing, occasionally checking the diaper. Rebekah noticed that the diaper was wet even though the baby was asleep. The baby's eyes opened as he changed it but it went right back to sleep when he put it back in the swing. He thought, "Okay Baby, sometimes you wet in your sleep. I wonder if you do it on a schedule. If that's the case, then I might wake up tomorrow just before dawn with you screaming like something out of a horror movie at me again if I don't get these things out of my ears. If not," he desperately hoped it would not come to this, "I guess I could try and wake up just before you?"
He became so lost in thought that he barely even noticed when his mother came in. She dropped her bag with a thud. "A ballet chef? That's a great idea, Rebekah!"
"No, mom! It's stupid! I hate all of this! I'm not a stupid ballet chef! Even Wendy said the tutu is a fire hazard in the kitchen!"
She laughed and teased, "No, obviously, of course. It'll be a ballet about a chef opening a restaurant. But what do you call the restaurant?" She looked to the empty stroller and saw the tutu. "You can put it back on now and show me?"
Silently he stood and stepped into the tutu as instructed.
"How was everything today?" his mother asked.
"Let Wendy tell you. She's in charge," he said moodily.
"Come on in to the kitchen, Rebekah. I'm guessing based on the state of that apron you're wearing this is another one of your efforts? Thanks for helping out. It really means a lot that you are trying to cooperate."
He felt vaguely guilty about his impending revenge before he reminded himself about the speakers in his ears and all of his humiliations that day and the day before. Even though she had been looking at him a bit guiltily the whole time, she seemed taken aback by whatever face it was he made as he waddled over.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Like you don't know!?"
"Know w..." She started to speak, but at that moment Wendy came back from the basement with a laundry basket containing a still very stained formerly incredibly pretty pastel blue and pink dress and petticoat.
"What the hell happened here today?" Elena demanded.
"Sorry Mom there was a little accident. It was, uhh, it was my fault. I'll pay the cleaning fee out of my allowance, okay?"
"Is that soda? Did you follow the instructions?"
"Yeah, Mom. I did what it said for dark soda stains but umm, there was a lot of it."
"Did you try the instructions for dark vomit soda?" Rebekah couldn't help peevishly asking.
"Ugh, we'll worry about the dress later, nobody else mention vomit. Let's eat!"
"Come on, baby ballet chef!" Wendy commanded.
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Rebekah followed them to the table and sat down grumpily. He crossed his arms and waited. His lower back ached from flouncing and waddling all day. He was more convinced than ever both his mother and Wendy deserved a taste of their own medicine.
"How about some iced tea please, Rebekah?" his mother asked.
He became an additional amount convinced that his mother and sister deserved a taste of their own medicine. "Fine," He stood up, moodily, and went to the fridge before returning with the pitcher. He poured glasses for the two of them and then waddled back to his seat and sat down. "Well go ahead, tell me how you like it. I hope it's not too bland!"
"Doesn't smell like it!" Elena said before trying a bite of a hunk of the beef covered in streaming chili sauce with the heat turned up a thousand times from the spice level indicated on the recipe card. Wendy dug in greedily as well. Rebekah waited and for a few moments there was no reaction. They each took another bite each. Rebekah became concerned he was too timid in the face of a novelty emergency warning.
Then he saw them both begin to sweat. Rebekah smiled. Wendy pounded the table and glared at him. Elena ran to the fridge and grabbed a beer and tossed a carton of milk to Wendy. Rebekah laughed out loud. The milk was always what she tried for him whenever his food was too spicy. It never worked. It didn't seem to work any better for Wendy. She started to chug multiple glasses of iced tea. Elena went to the sink and started filling her own glass with water instead.
They sat there for several minutes breathing heavily and Rebekah was pretty sure they were both crying. "Good!" he thought, "Now you know how I feel!"
Eventually Elena recovered enough to speak, "Is that pineapple?" she asked Rebekah. She took another bite of the chili.
"What?" he gasped.
Wendy said, "I think so, just a little bit." She smiled at Rebekah with red, bloodshot eyes, "Now we're getting somewhere!"
"It's great, Rebekah! Your own little touch, pineapple. You can add it to the recipe every time you make it! You finally got the spices right, too. You wore gloves when you cut the peppers, right? Not the latex? You told him, Wendy, right?"
"No, Mom. I didn't have to tell him. It's right there on the card."
Rebekah nodded along in a daze, not actually listening.
"Oh! I've got it!" Elena said as she chewed through a succulent hunk of beef, "Becky-Bow's Ballet Bistro!"
"SHUT UP, MOM! SHUT UP! I hate you! How could you let her put these things in my ears!? They're ringing you know! Why is all this a joke to you? I'm sorry! Okay! I told you I didn't know she was sick, okay! I'm sorry! I don't wanna go deaf though so I don't care what else you do to me you have to get them out!"
Elena dropped the bowl she had been slurping the bottom of and it clanged on the floor, "Things in your ears!? What the hell are you talking about!?" She turned to Wendy with a glare.
Meanwhile, Rebekah Rainbow reached to his eye to wipe away a tear of misery. He did this with a finger that had, counter to his expectations, not adequately been protected by the latex barrier between hand and dried hot pepper or between hand and cap of quickly and recklessly dumped bottle containing pure capsaicin crystals. He brushed his finger against his mascara enhanced fluttering eyelashes with just one single gentle touch much like a bee harvesting pollen from a flower blossom, but it was quite enough.
Rebekah Rainbow screamed in pain from the hot pepper in his eyes and wet his pants like a little baby. "I don't wanna be a ballet chef anymore!" he screamed as his mother frantically dragged him to the bathroom so she could look in his ears.
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Wow what a cliff hanger. I can hardly wait to see what will happen now. Will big sis talk her way out of it with mom?
Will mom keep him in pull ups or nappies since he has started wetting himself? Since he is now spilling things on his pretty dresses a bib might be needed when he is eating or drinking.
Please don't keep us in suspense to long to see what comes next.
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I have liked your story so far it’s good to see Rebeka getting his just desserts but his sister is going overboard and she will get caught since she isn’t being careful about it or responsible since she locked him outside in the hot sun forcing him to walk like a girl
I bet Wendy regrets omitting to tell mom about the tiny speakers in his ears or even doing it since that was very dangerous especially having it last a few months it would have done serious long term damage to his ears that could not heal, it would have only taken a week for with them in for him to fear the crying of the baby and want to look after it and for it to end up being a security blanket for him, maybe he could tell mom how long she was planning to keep them in his ears maybe she would put them in Wendy’s ears to make her understand what it was like to put up with the speakers in her ears than maybe she would understand how cruel they were to him
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Nice place to leave it for the next installment. I hope wendy gets a piece of her own medicine but that is high unlikely to happen
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Such creative stuff i hope it gets darker.
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"Ballet restaurants are stupid! I hate you Alexandra!" Wendy's little sister in the wet diaper yelled for the third time. He looked like a tired toddler in a complete meltdown tantrum. Wendy didn't laugh this time. She decided to try and hold it in for once.
Then, Elena suggested they might need to have him checked out at the hospital and he yelled, "In public like this? Better blind or deaf than ballet chef!"
Wendy couldn't help it, she laughed. When her mother glared at her, she did feel a little bit guilty though. "He's exaggerating, come on. He's still making jokes!"
"You know that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, Wendy!" Elena shouted, before slamming the door to the bathroom.
Wendy had been incredibly suspicious of Rebekah's motives for sending her out to the trash. However, now she was beginning to think she was being very unfair to her brother. There could be no question he had absolutely poured his heart and soul into getting the chili absolutely right. He had kept everything neat and clean as he cooked too and had all around just taken the opportunity to toe the line.
Wendy felt it was the sort of heartfelt gesture that could let both her and her mother see that he was ready to behave now. It would have been trivially easy for Rebekah to screw up the chili again and get away with it. All he had to do was just do it the way he always had before. Instead, this time, he learned to do better than his best.
Wendy sighed to herself with satisfaction and thought yet again, "Petticoating just works."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, "Whoever came up with these things is either completely incompetent or a deranged sadist," Elena announced while shining a pen light into Rebekah's ear.
"¿Why not the two of them?" Rebekah wailed.
"Okay, Rebekah...'and/or', okay?" asked Elena as she very carefully pulled the speakers out with a pair of tweezers.
"Can you leave me alone now so I can take a shower and get this stuff off?" Rebekah asked. "I don't wanna be a bal..."
"You were an excellent ballet chef, Becky-Bow. Yes, but first I need to have quick little talk with you. It's umm, awkward."
"Oh no, not awkward," said the individual in the wet diaper involuntarily costumed as a "ballet chef" in a monotone.
Elena sighed deeply. She tried to put on her best professional, businesslike face, "It's about touching yourself...down there."
"Not you too, Mom! Please not you too! Why can't we just not talk about my down there anymore..."
"I wish...I very much wish that, Rebekah. But circ-umstances that can no longer be altered have led us to the point we are approaching. Listen, I have a bottle of hot sauce in the back of the cabinet above the stove that I have never tried before because there is a health warning on the side of it. There is a health warning because it contains pure capsaicin crystals. Now, I know you tried to be careful and you did your best because you love us so much and wanted to make it up to us," She paused and took a breath. "But...if that bottle happened to be your little secret ingredient, then your hands may still be quite dangerous to you, my precious little bal...my precious little spice baby."
"Awww, Mom, I'll wash them first...I guess they do feel like they're burning too now..."
"Now, Becky-Bow, I can see why you think that washing your hands would be enough. Go ahead and do that."
He did, and Elena continued, "Just like I can see why you thought latex would be enough. It seems totally reasonable. But I can not impress upon you enough, my mild little muffin," She took another breath, "Do. Not. Touch. Yourself. Down. There. Wait at least twenty-four hours, okay, Becky-Bow? Knowing you, I would personally advise forty-eight."
Rebekah Rainbow again reached his hand toward his eye to wipe away another tear. Elena grabbed his hand first with wide eyes, "Do not touch yourself anywhere, Becky-Bow."
"But how am I supposed to..." He gestured both hands in a confused circle.
Elena translated the gesture meaning, "Anything?"
"Well, you're going to need a little bit of help," Elena said.
"Awwwww, from you or Wendy?" he groaned. "After all this? You two almost made me go deaf and now I need to depend on you completely for two days for...everything?"
"For anything you need. Look, we'll call a little ceasefire on this thing and talk about a new plan. Maybe you can make peace with Wendy."
"Fat chance."
"She's gonna listen, the chili means a lot to us."
"Mom," he said, "I was trying to hurt you guys. Okay? I was mad. It's not fair to make me a ballet chef! It's not fair! It doesn't make any sense, Alexandra! I was angry."
"It's silly and fun and you are the best ballet chef who's ever cooked for me. Becky-Bow, we want the chili to hurt."
"What?" he demanded in confusion. "All this time that's what you meant when you said it was too bland? You WANTED me to hurt you?"
"It reminds us of the good times with your father, so we make it hurt more so we remember that all of that came with the pain too."
"Oh," he said. "Pain and pleasure together. That doesn't make any sense, Mom. They shouldn't be together. It's not right." He wiped away a tear again and Elena didn't stop him. "And I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore," he said after a few minutes of crying on Elena's shoulder.
She gave him a tender and burning kiss on the cheek. "It makes total sense. Love and pain are best friends. It's emotional numbness and death that don't get along with anybody. You need to open up and let yourself feel. Let yourself feel vulnerable."
"Stop it with the stupid hippy talk, Mom. I'm not in the mood," he whined.
Rebekah Rainbow was left to bathe himself with a promise to be very, very careful. Elena knew that Rebekah would be unable to keep from making a scene if he disobeyed the instructions to be mindful of where he put his hands. Elena felt the urge to tell him again just to be sure, but rather than offer yet another warning of how serious the consequences would be if she was disobeyed, she simply resolved to give Rebekah the best, "I told you so," she could if necessary.
When Wendy was told of the potential problem with Rebekah Rainbow's hands she, with only pure adoration and love for her little sister in her heart one assumes, said that she had an excellent solution to help him keep from touching his face or other sensitive areas with his dangerous hands.
That is how Rebekah Rainbow ended up dressed for the rest of the night in a silky knee length mint green nightie with pink lace trimmings, mint green diaper cover and a new pull up diaper, tight fitted mint green bonnet, and warm fluffy pink bunny slippers. Rebekah found watching Alexandra even more irritating when he couldn't at least distract himself by following along. Applying any makeup was prevented for Rebekah by the large mint green mittens which completely covered his hands and rendered them totally useless.
Meanwhile, Elena had a discussion with Wendy.
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The females should make her Brainwshed Brenda.
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Wendy wouldn’t be happy about the mini speakers being blabbed to her mother but in Rebekah’s defence he didn’t know mom didn’t know about them
Plus just because he isn’t allowed to go out in public as Rebekah doesn’t mean that Wendy cannot do other things to remind him he is the little sister like a public wetting all she would have to do is wake him up late for school and only leave enough time for getting dressed and having breakfast then give him a drink with a strong diuretic and send him off to school
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I can't wait to see what is next for the sissy, and what Elena may do to Wendy if she goes to far
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When Elena came downstairs Wendy was just getting off the phone. Wendy had decided that it was a good idea to have someone else to blame and a solution on hand when her mother came to confront her about the speakers. She had learned other informative things from the conversation as well but decided her mother didn't need to know everything.
"Listen Mom, so it's like this...they say they sent out a rejected test version of the doll by mistake. The speakers were supposed to be glued into earrings. They say they're going to send someone out to pick it up and apologize personally."
"Apologize?" Elena demanded. "If Rebekah has even a little bit of permanent hearing loss over this I'm going to sue them into the stone age. And maybe you can put on a dress and be the maid if he has to get surgery."
Wendy did not dignify that final suggestion, "They also said they'll waive the cleaning fee on the vomit dress. So there's that at least."
"The vomit/pee dress you mean? How exactly is it that Rebekah is having a problem with control all of a sudden?"
"Mom, you know what I think. You can't really deny it anymore, can you? Rebekah is just a little girl at heart. You haven't said a thing about letting him have his pants back, have you?"
Elena shook her head. "You're right, Wendy. Petticoating has obviously worked. But how are you going to control him without that horrible toy? You can't keep spanking him."
"I actually kind of have a plan for that. Something better than spanking. Rebekah has to agree to cooperate though."
"If you promise not to spank anymore and start being nicer I think Rebekah might agree. All of us want peace in this house. We'll just have to talk it out."
"There's one thing Rebekah will never agree to though, but it has to happen."
"Ugggh, Wendy, not this again."
"I've been right about everything so far."
"You call giving Rebekah ringing ears being right?" Elena sighed. "What's your plan?"
In the end, Elena agreed, but only on the condition that Wendy finally go back to therapy and that peace was maintained in the house by other means if Wendy couldn't do it. Elena was definitely very skeptical, but so far Wendy had made more positive progress with Rebekah than Elena had in years. Something had to be done and none of the traditional methods for handling misbehaving boys she had tried had worked at all.
"But who are these people anyway? Are you really sure this will be safe? After that terrible doll?"
"It's just a website and the number, Mom, but we can grill them when they send their representative or whatever."
"What about that tablet thing?"
"Everything is in Japanese or something. I can only do the videos because they have thumbnails so I can see what they are."
"Sent out by mistake, hmm? There has to be more to this, Wendy. We need to know what's going on here."
When their discussion was done, Rebekah Rainbow joined them. Rebekah found it impossible to feel like an equal in the discussion as he was dressed. This was not lost on anyone present.
"So, Rebekah Rainbow," Elena began.
"Why are we still doing this?" Rebekah demanded. "She tortured me! Let me have my clothes back!"
Elena frowned. "Be a good little girl and wait your turn, Rebekah."
He pouted and huffily crossed his arms across his chest. He was trying to look angry but instead it just looked adorable in a baby outfit and with oversize baby mittens. Plus all the silky cloth he was wearing just made an adorable "swish" sound when he did it.
"Like I was saying," she glared at Rebekah to see as if daring him to speak, "So far it seems like this has been a big success. You're behaving better, you're making more effort to get along with us even though you are in a tough spot, and we can tell you are genuinely sorry about everything that happened. So, we're going to talk about a reduction in your sentence."
His eyes perked up at that.
"Six months instead of a year."
"Bu...," Rebekah silenced himself.
"If you do everything Wendy says, and stay out of trouble in school and out."
"Am I even allowed back?" he asked with trepidation.
"I have some good news, Rebekah. If you nicely apologize to Rebecca's family tomorrow, and to your class at school for cheating, the school has agreed to be very generous. They've agreed to a total blank slate for you. It'll be like last year never happened. You're incredibly lucky, Rebekah Rainbow. I know you may not feel like it, but you are. You're getting a second chance. We aren't going to let you waste it."
"I already apologized," he said meekly, not trying to make it sound like an objection but instead just a request for clarification.
"You apologized to Abby, but not to those parents. Rebecca is the one who really deserves it but she doesn't want to talk to you. This is as close as we get. They're coming here to eat tomorrow. You are going to dress up nicely however we choose. You are going to help cook for them, help clean up, and do whatever you are told."
"But this is humiliating," he complained.
"It's accountability and it's giving you the treatment you need to learn to behave. It's not forever. Not unless you want it to be. But for now you've lost the right to make decisions you can't be trusted to make. Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez, you can't even be trusted to keep your panties dry at this point."
"I thought this was supposed to be about peace, don't I get anything out of it?" Rebekah asked.
"No more blackmail threats. No more spanking," Wendy said.
"B.."
Elena broke in, "But why should you still go along with us? Well, Becky-Bow, if you aren't going to act in a way that lets us know we can trust you then, well, we can't. Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez has a trustworthy name. Douglas Ramirez no longer does. I have an idea for you on how to earn some more time off your sentence. This isn't going to be forever, Rebekah, but for now you have to trust us and then we can trust you. Things aren't going to go back to the way things used to be. You either get with the program or we will find another way to get you in line and you won't like any of the choices as much as just minding your sister at home, I promise you."
"I'm not gonna pee sitting down!"
"You are going to do what your big sister says. For now you've decided to use diapers though. When you are ready to stop being a baby and stop fighting your big sister we can talk about more time off your sentence or restoring some more of your male privileges."
"I haven't 'decided' to use diapers, Mom. She's crazy!"
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"Now," Elena continued, "As part of making peace Wendy has agreed to go back into therapy and we've agreed that if she does something that goes too far I'll be arranging for a nanny or babysitter of some kind for you two. I don't know how we will afford it, but it just has to be done. I'd love to put you in the daycare at the hospital, Rebekah, but what am I supposed to do if you get into so much trouble it costs me my job because I can't stand to show my face there anymore?"
"I'm not going to get into trouble anymore. I told you. I'm too old for that anyway," he whined.
Elena smiled, "You know Miss Peggy has been telling me all along she could get you under control. I bet she'd take you even if you are a little too old just to prove it to me, Becky-Bow. You had better behave. She's going to be here tomorrow too so I can look into it. I'm considering a lot of options I wouldn't have considered before, Becky-Bow."
Wendy added, "But just because you aren't going to be spanked doesn't mean you can get away with anything without being punished."
"I'm sorry," Elena said. "You may end up preferring the spanking in the end. No humiliating marks on your thighs and no having your skirt flipped up. No permanent damage but..."
Wendy went to the kitchen and then returned with an item that struck terror into Rebekah Rainbow's heart. Wendy placed it down on the kitchen table in front of him with a thud. "Every time you misbehave or fail to meet expectations...one heaping chip."
"No! This isn't fair! This is worse than the doll!" he cried.
"Three chips in a day, and we add a week to your sentence," Wendy announced.
"I'll be good," he whined as he trembled in fear of the (by Rebekah Rainbow standards) hellish inferno of searing, stinging, painful heat that was contained within the terrifying, horrifying 64oz jar of supermarket brand "¡MEDIUM!" salsa.
Later that night, Elena and Wendy sat down to watch TV in the living room. Wendy took the remote and browsed directly to some nature doc-umentary. Rebekah generally found doc-umentaries boring but was too afraid to complain. The only other option was sitting in a completely bare white room with nothing in it but humiliating little girl outfits so TV seemed like the better choice.
At least, it seemed that way to Rebekah until the doc-umentary got to a part that started talking about how some frogs can spontaneously change gender under the right conditions. Then, the doc-umentary started talking about fish that can change gender. Rebekah sensed the topic of the doc-umentary itself was sudden changes in gender and that he was being messed with. He stood up and flounced out in a swishy huff with Wendy laughing and his mother giggling behind him.
He sat up in the plain white room on the bed. "Wah-wah, wah-wah" he heard quietly coming from the doll still left in the bassinet. Rebekah ignored it, and relished the ability to do so. The sound continued. Instead of tending to the doll, Rebekah considered what do to about his current predicament. The most immediate problem was his sister was still going to try and force him to pee sitting down. He was sure of it.
Rebekah decided he would have to wake up early yet again so he could pee like a boy if he could before she had a chance to try and force him to do it her way again. His mother already thought he was losing control of his bladder so he couldn't keep using a diaper all the time. The problem was there was no alarm clock in his new room and even if there was the noise might wake up Wendy too. Rebekah sat there ignoring the doll and trying to figure out what to do. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate.
"Wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah." The noise of the doll, quiet as it was, caused Rebekah severe distraction. Every time he heard it his heart started to race a little. He would get goosebumps. He felt the severe panic like the banshee shriek in his ear was about to start again. The noise was, Rebekah realized, a bit like a smoke alarm beeping when it needed its battery replaced. It was just loud and high pitched enough to always be heard, but not loud and insistent enough to absolutely force you to act. It had a sense of strongly suggesting the right thing to do would be to act.
In frustration he walked over to the doll and tried to unplug the bassinet. It was impossible with the mittens on. The baby kept crying. He had looked for an off switch before and never found one. He took the doll and buried it in the back of the overstuffed closet. He could still hear the squeaking even as he went back to the bed. He could destroy the doll now but it might be evidence if his mother decided to sue the people who made it. Rebekah decided he would very much like to sue them if possible.
His mind returned to trying to figure out the more immediate problem of not peeing his pants. That was when what he obviously had to do occurred to him. He tugged at the skirt of his nightie in frustration at how what he was going to do would look. He picked up the baby again and sat with the doll in his lap. It was full on kicking in tantrum mode now. Rebekah saw that the diaper was wet, but with his hands in the gloves there was no way he was going to be able to change it.
He did his best to "claw game" a diaper out of the bag. He placed the doll on the bed and did his best to try and change it. It was entirely hopeless. However, the doll did stop crying. "Baby-Mommy!" it chirped extremely quietly.
"Huh," Rebekah thought, "You can tell I can't change you somehow so just miming it was enough. You're on easy mode. Okay. That suits me fine, Baby! Now to see how many bottles I can mime feeding you to see if you still have enough water left in you to get wet and wake me up early again!"
Rebekah was rocking the baby back to sleep in the bassinet when Elena walked by on the way to bed, "You're still playing with that thing, Rebekah? Even after your sister tortured you with it? Are you really gonna keep pretending you're a boy after all this?"
Rebekah blushed furiously, "There's nothing else to do!" He picked the doll up out of the bassinet and rested it on his shoulder.
"Becky-Bow, listen, everything would be easier if you would just stop trying to fight this. You're going to feel so silly about waiting when you finally just accept it."
"I'm not a girl, Mom!" Rebekah said, standing in his cute mint green and pink lace nightie and girly pink diaper while burping a baby doll on his shoulder even though neither Wendy or Elena had ordered him to.
"Okay, good night, Becky-Bow."
Later, Wendy popped in as well just as he finished singing the baby another lullaby. "You know that can happen to human boys too," she said. "Looks like it's already happening to you, huh."
"What are you talking about?" Rebekah demanded. He had been lost in "Baby World." It was proving somewhat challenging even on easy mode with so much less audio feedback to go by.
"Turning into a girl. Under the right conditions, a boy can just wake up one day and be 100% a girl just like one of those frogs. Then you would have to pee sitting down because that's what girls do, you've said it yourself so many times."
"That's not true, Wendy. Stop trying to mess with me. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to mess with my head like I messed with Rebecca. I know it was wrong. I'm not gonna ever do something like that again. Leave me alone!"
She laughed, "Okay baby sis, you just come get me if you wet the bed and need someone to change your sheets for you. Okay? Now come kiss me goodnight, give me a curtsy, promise to be a good girl, and thank me again for petticoating you. Don't forget to tell me why."
In nearly unbearable humiliation at his subjugation, he flounced over to his sister and kissed her on the cheek. He dipped in a curtsy that has steadily improved from practice and repetition. "Thank you for petticoating me, Wendy. It's good that you petticoated me because petticoating works."
"You're welcome, baby sis. Good night! Try not to wet the bed and your pretty little baby nightie!"
"Okay, Baby," he thought, "You and me."
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Glad Rebekah is still thinking about how to stand up for herself. Not in a nasty way but in a self affirming way. He's also using his brain for a change. Very unusual for this genre where most protagonists just submit, which is very boring.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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They love the humiliation lol
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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.
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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.
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What Doug/Rebekah did to Rebecca was very wrong and his attitude needs a change. He clearly needed to be punished for his actions, both toward Rebecca and for the large scale cheating at school. However, and this is a big however, everyone has their breaking/tipping point, at which they will rebel in any and every sense of the word.
It's easy to envision Doug cooperating with the scenario when it comes to Rebecca. He knows he was wrong and must make amends. However, after he has paid his penance in regard to her, it seems over the top to expect him to become and behave as a "good little girl". Don't know how much more you intend to write, LauraVB, but one might expect Doug/Rebekah to reach his/her tipping point following his "restitution" to Rebecca for however reasonably long that may be. At that point Doug should rebel in any remotely real world scenario. Would love to see you incorporate some real world flavor into this story rather than continue the "oh woah is me..." full capitulation so typical of this genre. I realize I'm butting in and apologize if you consider this rude since this is, after all, your story but you seem to have the writing chops to pull off a more normalization of the situation following his penance to Rebecca, especially in the sense that Wendy doesn't get to dominate his life forever. Maybe he "wakes up" and realizes it's time to grow up.
Regardless, thanks for all your writing efforts in continuing this fine story on a regular basis.
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Definitely not rude. All feedback welcome. I like to know what people want out of stories like this, and what they think of my efforts. That said, no promises you like where this is going. :P
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Technically he could go one of two ways he will either completely rebel against his treatment the whole time he is being punished only causing the punishment to be extended or he will rebel at first than come to enjoy the attention he gets and the time he spends with mommy since she is usually too busy with work but as Rebekah she makes time for him and becomes more defensive of the abuse Wendy dishes out to him especially with how harsh she can be to him
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Who is Mr. Medium?
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I love the story but i agree there has to be a point where he has reached his limit. Doesn't mean he is out of skirts and dresses etc, but everyone rebels so it would be natural
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Who is Mr. Medium?
That's a reference to the threat to punish him by making him eat the salsa.
"I'll be good," he whined as he trembled in fear of the (by Rebekah Rainbow standards) hellish inferno of searing, stinging, painful heat that was contained within the terrifying, horrifying 64oz jar of supermarket brand "¡MEDIUM!" salsa.
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"That'll be Peggy. Rebekah, go and get the door like a good girl."
He turned toward the house and did his best to smile. He started to think, "Look at me!" before his Mom spoke again, "Bring your new toy to show her."
"Yes, Mommy," he said in a trembling voice.
Wendy shoved it into his hands and the attached bells jingled. It was a hobby-horse. A cutesy stuffed white horse's head with a pink mane. The horse also wore a pink cowgirl hat. There were bells tied to the reins and the head was attached to a pole. Ice water ran through his veins and he felt dizzy and light headed, overcome with the intense humiliation. He placed the pole between his legs. He held the two handles jutting out from the neck. All of this was made awkward by the bulk of the diaper and the masses of petticoats and skirts. There was a wooden wheel at the end of the pole so it wouldn't just be dragged if held low behind him.
The pole forced up the front of his skirts and fully exposed his plastic panties, there was no way to avoid it. As he trotted into the house pretending he was riding a horse the bells jingled merrily along. He could hear his mother and sister following behind.
Rebekah held the hobby-horse in one hand and pulled open the door with the other. Miss Peggy was in her early thirties and had an attractive, kind, motherly face. She had tanned white skin, and hair styled in dreadlocks. She wore a sundress in a purple tie-dye pattern. Rebekah knew that her mother and Miss Peggy had become friends after bonding over a shared appreciation for what Wendy and Rebekah both referred to as, "That awful hippy music." Peggy was pushing a stroller in front of her.
Rebekah did the best "Alexandra style" curtsy he could and said, "Hello, Miss Peggy. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez. Today I'm being the Deputy Baby Sheriff of Snuggleton! Please, come inside."
Rebekah stepped aside with a single jingle of the hobby-horse's bell. Peggy smirked at Elena, "This adorable little ragamuffin is the terrible hell raiser, Elena? How soft are you, honey?" Peggy laughed as she walked in and then embraced Elena in a hug.
"Hah! Just wait until your little Donna gets older. Turns out when their yours you can't just kick them out of your class if they cause too much trouble so you have to get creative."
Peggy shook hands with Wendy. Elena, Wendy, and Peggy started to walk back out to the patio. Rebekah skipped along behind feeling horribly emasculated and feminized as he rode the hobby-horse as ordered. Rebekah had been told he could not stop playing with it of his own volition, he would have to wait until he was told to.
Rebekah Rainbow skipped in circles around the yard pretending to ride a horse, occasionally he would wave the hat around or yell "Yee'haw!" or "Giddyup, Horsey!" or like Alexandra would shoot a baby bottle like a gun. With his hands in the stiff gloves, he did not attempt to spin the bottles.
Elena spoke to Peggy. She told her the details of the terrible things that had happened the year before. Afterwards, she said, "So when I confronted him about why he could be acting out in such a horrible way eventually the conclusion was that he has some gender issues he has to work out. He had started watching a bunch of those drag queen shows on TV in secret and it got him really curious, but he was too afraid to try it and it was making him angry and so frustrated. That's why he was acting out. It's so silly! He just wanted attention and this is a perfectly harmless and fun way to do it instead of causing trouble. So, we just wanted everyone to see that he's gotten over it and he's ready to move on if people will let him."
"And the," Peggy whispered in Elena's ear, "Diapers?"
Elena groaned and covered her face with her palm, "He's been having control problems lately. I don't think it's another attention thing, he's just genuinely having trouble because he's so horribly nervous about all this. He doesn't believe people will accept him. It'll help him if everybody just humors him and doesn't cause a big fuss. Just make sure he knows this is all okay if it's how he wants to have fun. This confrontation with the girl's parent's, the Millers, is going to be hard on him. It'll be great if you can be another ally for him."
"Not, 'Her,' Elena?"
Elena shrugged, "He insists. I don't know Peggy, he's still figuring this stuff out."
"Well, Rebekah Rainbow is welcome in my daycare if you decide to send him, Elena."
Rebekah shuddered at the idea of going to daycare with Miss Peggy. It was bad enough feeling like a baby at home in front of people. Being treated like a baby out in public would be even worse. Rebekah didn't know what to think about the lie about him being into drag shows or really not being able to stop peeing his diaper.
"Come here, Rebekah," Elena commanded.
"Yes, Mommy!" Rebekah replied and skipped over with bells jingling. He dipped a curtsy to his mother.
"What do you say?" Elena asked.
He curtsied to Peggy, "Thank you, Miss Peggy."
"Now go and get us some drinks, Becky-Bow."
Peggy giggled at hearing he already had a feminine pet name on top of a new ridiculous feminine full name.
Rebekah leaned the hobby-horse against the table. Rebekah's cheeks reddened again as he heard the words "Ballet Bistro" behind him as he waddle flounced off to the cooler near the grill. Rebekah retrieved a beer for Peggy and iced teas for Elena and Wendy. He was then sent back to open all three and pour them in glasses. This proved impossible with the stiff gloves and in frustration he had to return empty handed and beg Wendy for help. Wendy agreed, and sent Rebekah off to play baby instead.
"Look at me!" Rebekah thought as he flounced over to the doll in the stroller. He pushed the stroller over to the table leaving it directly next to Peggy's real one and sat down with the baby in his arms. The doll made the pinching face like it wanted the bottle so he pulled one from its holster and started to feed it.
As he fed the doll he felt Peggy reaching over and touching his arm. At first he was startled and shrunk back, but then he realized she was simply trying to get him to hold it in a slightly different way. Peggy said, "Keep the head in the crook of your arm and always hold her upright. Think about it, Becky-Bow."
"Oh," he said out loud while looking down at the baby, "You're just like me. I wouldn't want to drink lying down on my back. It would be dangerous."
"You got it!" Peggy said with a smile.
The baby made faint happy sounds and quietly said, "Mommy!" as he removed the empty bottle. He checked the doll's diaper, and sure enough it was wet already. He reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the last of the folded, unused diapers.
Peggy watched with amusement as he dutifully changed the baby, but she frowned when he discarded the wet used cloth diaper back in the bag. "I don't think so, Baby Sheriff."
"Deputy Baby Sheriff," Elena cut in.
"Those should be cleaned and folded not just stuffed back in the bag."
"But, Miss Peggy," Rebekah said, feeling the glare of his Mother and sister at his use of the word "But." He continued, "It's just water, it doesn't really need to be cleaned, right?"
"Maybe," Peggy said, "I've never seen anything as advanced as that little baby doll of yours, but I know realistic dolls like that are meant to teach a little Mommy like you how to take care of the real thing. So, you should treat it that way and do it right. Come on, it'll be fun, Becky-Bow. I'll help! Do you guys have a clothesline?"
Wendy laughed, "Actually, I think I do have one in the basement we could set up."
Soon later, with "Miss Peggy" (to the kids in her care) guiding him he washed the cloth diapers in the sink. When he was finished he carried the pile of tiny wet diapers back out to the yard and to the newly set up clothesline. All of the other guests arrived around the same time. Elena and Wendy met them inside the house. The first thing they were treated to was the sight of Rebekah Rainbow under the watchful eye of a friendly daycare teacher. He was reaching up over and over, exposing the frilly bottom of his own diapered rear, to hang tiny little cloth diapers on a clothesline in the yard. Then, Elena started to tell them the heavily fictionalized story about how her son had started watching drag shows and explained how that tied in to all the horrible trouble he had caused the Miller family.
Abby, June, Samuel, and Wendy gathered together separately. Wendy updated them on the progress of their plan. She told them that she had convinced her mother to go along with what they needed. They congratulated her on how amazingly far they had already come. Then, the "Big Kids" planned out exactly how they would proceed with their revenge.
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I enjoy this story so far though the others have to be careful if they go too far they will be no better than Doug was and how can they say that they are better than him if they do exactly what he did the better thing for them to get their revenge would for them to get him to accept this new lifestyle that he obviously hates
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Rebekah Rainbow's heart thudded heavily in his chest when he turned and saw the group of people watching him. The group consisted of Christina, Tomás, and Abby Miller, along with June and Samuel. Wendy stood with June and Samuel. Rebekah felt a bit dizzy but Peggy had her watchful eye on him and grabbed his shoulder to steady him. "Just have to rip the band-aid off, Becky-Bow. The quicker the apology is done the sooner everybody is eating. Then, they forget all about you."
"I don't think they'll forget, Miss Peggy," he choked out.
She shrugged, "I've tried some of your mother's cooking. I don't remember what I was thinking or talking about right before. First I was distracted by how good it was, then I was distracted by the horrible pain."
Rebekah let out a small little laugh.
"But I hear you. Maybe just hope for forgiveness if forgetting isn't possible, Becky-Bow. Come on." She pointed to the door.
Rebekah, shivering with fear and humiliation despite the warm weather, thought, "Look at at me!" and waddle flounced towards the door. Inside, his mother was sitting on the couch. She caught his attention and patted the cushion by her side. "Yes, Mommy!" he squeaked out loud despite the silence of the command. Like a good little girl he came straight to his Mommy's side when called. He sat down. Elena chided him. "That's not how we sit, Rebekah Rainbow Ramirez."
He blushed furiously, "How am I supposed to do it?" he complained in a whisper.
She giggled and stood pulling him up with her, "It's easy, Becky-Bow. Now, do it just like Mommy."
"Yes, Mommy," he replied. She demonstrated how to smooth his skirts underneath him as he sat. With everyone watching she made him practice once or twice and then they sat down simultaneously and identically. Elena smiled and pulled him very close to her on the couch. The skirts of their dresses mingled together. His cool, smooth, hairless legs were tickled by her much longer skirts.
Peggy followed behind him. There were giggles around the room when she came in. She had lifted her baby from the stroller and carried her. The source of the amusement was that the baby was wearing another near matching pink and white gingham dress.
Peggy sat next to Rebekah on the couch. Before Rebekah had even a chance to voice an objection Peggy handed her baby daughter, Donna, into his arms. "Book her, Deputy, another naughty little ragamuffin for the Snuggleton baby jail."
Rebekah squeaked a sound of overwhelmed panic. The apology was scary enough, he didn't want to worry about holding a baby too. Peggy touched his arms. She didn't have to reposition them. Rebekah had done it correctly. She simply held them there firmly for a few moments to reassure him and then smiled at him. Rebekah looked down at the baby, and it seemed to smile back up at him. He smiled too.
During that brief moment of calm distraction, sitting there in the warm comfy pillow like disposable diaper and clouds of petticoats next to his mother in her matching dress, a passing thought occurred to Rebekah Rainbow. "Maybe," he thought for one brief moment before vowing to banish the thought forever, "turning into a girl for real wouldn't be the most horrible thing in the world all the time."
Furious with himself, he tried to forget it had ever occurred to him. This only forced him to confront the humiliation of what he was doing. He had allowed himself to be dressed as a ridiculous toddler cowgirl in front of people and with the three matching outfits it was very obvious he was allowing "his" identification with femininity to be used to bolster the apology. That meant, he realized with the sensation of ice water in his veins, he was at least somewhat committed to spend some time exploring that identification now, or his genuine apology and regret would seem tainted by this lie he hadn't even wanted to tell.
In a daze, he looked back down at the child in his arms. The real baby was far less creepy and strange than the doll, and was actually somewhat reassuring to hold, Rebekah realized after a few moments. He had a fleeting understanding that he knew he could, for the most part, keep the baby happy at least for a little while. The real baby wasn't all that much different than the doll, though Peggy would have to show him how to do everything right. On the other hand, he had no idea how he could really hope to placate the Miller family but still keep his sister Wendy from eventually getting everything she wanted.
Elena cleared her throat, "Go ahead Becky-Bow," she said. "It's long past time for this."
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Blushing, Rebekah looked up at the family sitting across from him. "I'm very sorry for what I did to Rebecca and to Abby and to your entire family, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. I'm very sorry for what I did to June too and to everyone else I've ever hurt. I don't have any excuse. I will understand if you can't forgive me. I was a horrible, selfish person back then. I'm trying to change now. I won't ever do anything like that ever again. I ummm, have new things I'm doing to keep busy and out of trouble now, as you can see."
A furious Mr. Miller had come prepared with an at least five minute or so angry lecture for the horrible bullying boy but now didn't know quite what to do. Instead of a bullying older boy he was looking at an obviously incredibly immature, very effeminate little boy gently rocking a baby in his arms. He was wearing a costume well behaved Abby never would have agreed to wear as a five or six year old and apparently his desire to dress up like this was the cause of all the problems. He decided that for his daughter's sake he still had to read the boy the riot act no matter what caused his horrible anti-social behavior.
The problem was the mother had very clearly gone all out to try and make Tomás look like a heel if he did. The matching dresses they wore and the helpless baby in the effeminate boy's arms made it clear that they wanted Tomás to feel as if he would be tormenting an innocent feminine little child if he tore into him. The mother was using herself and her friend's baby as emotional human shields. He could not believe a boy would behave this way after bullying so many little girls, so he reasoned there had to be some truth to the idea this was who "Doug" really was.
However, Tomás was forced to maintain for the sake of his daughter, that had not been how "Rebekah Rainbow" had been presenting at the time of the offenses. Doug was the person Tomás was furious with. It seemed almost as if they wanted him to see this as a whole new person. Tomás did not believe that someone could change that much that quickly. He suspected "Rebekah Rainbow" might just be a different cover on the same nasty old book.
Mr. Miller started to launch into a softened version of his lecture. He was not a tall or muscular man, but he had serious eyes and a serious tone and he was used to being respected, listened to, and heard. However, he was stopped about a minute in when the baby the boy held started to cry. He looked towards the baby's mother expecting her to take the child from the room but instead she started instructing the boy on how to soothe the crying child. The boy had a look of utter and complete horrified panic on his face as the baby screamed in his arms. The boy's face made it look as if he thought the roof of the house was about to cave in on them, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what I did!" he squealed at Peggy.
Peggy actually laughed, "It's not the end of the world, Becky-Bow. Babies cry sometimes! Wow, you really are a sensitive one. Now, look all you have to do is..."
Mr. Miller cleared his throat, pointedly.
"Maybe you could take her back outside?" Mrs. Miller suggested to Peggy.
Peggy smiled, "Okay, sure!" Then she stood, gestured for Rebekah to follow her with Donna, and strolled out the door. As soon as they were outside, Rebekah handed the baby back. June and Samuel followed. At first Rebekah hovered along with Peggy over Donna in her stroller, still in a state of panic. Then, June led him away by the hand thinking the baby might just want some time alone with her mother.
"But..." Mr. Miller began, before a look of resignation passed over his face as the glass door slid shut. He turned to Elena instead, "But what about the name? Isn't that more mockery itself?"
Abby cut in, "No, Dad, I told you. I helped pick it. Rebecca said it's okay. It's not mockery. It's homage. He's doing it to remember he should have emulated her instead of fighting her. She's way more mature and smart than him and he accepts it now and knows age and gender don't matter the way he thought they did. Or at least he's trying and he'll get there really soon. He wants to use her as a role model. You know how inspirational she is, Dad."
Mrs. Miller seemed to be starting to see it that way, "He looks completely harmless now, Tomás," Mrs. Miller said.
"Looks can be deceiving, Christie. Changing how he dresses doesn't change who he is." He looked Elena directly in the eyes, "You have to promise me you will have him under strict supervision. Sending him back at that school feels like a mistake to me. Isn't there a better place for a boy like him?"
Elena sighed, "I don't know if there are any schools that know what to do with a boy like Becky-Bow. This one is the only place close enough to be practical for me, Mr. Miller. If he gets tossed out I'll have to change jobs or move or both. Maybe it would be best if we moved. But I like my job here and it's important. This is my family and my future and my career on the line. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure my family never inflicts harm like this on anyone else again. I promise you. I'm very sorry. My son is a very, very, good and sweet and sensitive little boy. All of this is my fault for not being a good enough mother. I apologize from the bottom of my heart."
Tears came to Elena's eyes and Wendy sat by her and held her by the shoulder to console her. "No, Mom, it's my fault. And Dad's fault for being such a useless abusive shitbag. But, I'm the one who was supposed to be watching him when all this happened. I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. I promise you I won't let it happen again."
"You can trust them, guys," Abby said.
The back and forth continued but Mrs. Miller was actually too distracted to pay much more attention. She was instead enchanted by the adorable sight outside in the yard. While inside Rebekah Rainbow's fate and future were decided outside little June led Rebekah Rainbow in trotting around the yard on a hobby-horse. June was an experienced rider and was correcting the form of his jingling hobby-horse walk, trot, cantor, and gallop.
When she wanted to correct him she would order him to stop and he would, right on the spot. He allowed her to lead him back several paces by the reins on the horse's head. He would resume on command, looking back to June for approval as he did. He had a smile plastered on his face. It was obviously false and strained given how much trouble he knew he was in, but Mrs. Miller reasoned that just made it clear how insanely hard he was trying to be good now and play nicely. Plus, Christie didn't think he could possibly like having Samuel there watching him. "Or," she thought as she suppressed a giggle with determination, "If attention is what he wants, maybe he does like it."
Once, Mrs. Miller spied June reaching up as if to grab the boy's long braided ponytail to lead him rather than the reins. The boy cringed back in absolute terror at this. June didn't press the issue because the woman in the tie-dye dress shouted at her to knock it off. Mrs. Miller remembered June had said he was a hair puller. Elena had told them part of his punishment was a shaved head. Hair pulling was terrifying to him now because it meant risking exposure of his bald head, a symbol of his shameful behavior. It seemed to Mrs. Miller like the boy had already been punished quite a bit.
Mrs. Miller just didn't think this looked like a kid who needed to be expelled from school to learn his lesson. He looked just like what Elena had said, a frustrated little boy who had been acting out for negative attention because he didn't have the right kind of positive attention. In this case "positive attention" clearly meant he needed the chance to show off his femininity.
Mrs. Miller explained those thoughts to her husband. The group returned to the glass door. They watched the Deputy Baby Sheriff attempt to jump imaginary obstacles. With the diaper enforced waddle Rebekah's best efforts at a graceful, equine trot remained awkward and babyish despite June's tutelage. However, it was clear that these were Rebekah's best efforts and they were being made with no complaint. All anyone looking out into the yard could see was one very immature feminine creature in a silly cowgirl outfit and diaper being guided in play by a smaller but much more mature girl in jeans and a t-shirt. The Millers decided to forgive the Ramirez family for what Rebekah Rainbow had done to Rebecca Miller, as long as he continued with his reformed ways.
"Okay, everybody! Let's eat!" Wendy announced. The party began in earnest.
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"You're pretty good at this, Rebekah Rainbow," June said with a giggle. "If you do turn into a girl for real we can be friends and do this all the time if you want."
"That doesn't happen. I'm not turning into a girl, June," he complained as he allowed her to lead him by the reins of the hobby horse he awkwardly grasped in front of him.
"Why not? You're really good at being a little girl. You play with dolls and you wear cute skirts and dresses instead of pants and you look good in them. You wear makeup. Nice pink lipstick by the way, Deputy. You have diapers and frilly panties and you prance around smiling with a little hobby horsey. All of it fits you perfectly..." She added in a whisper so Peggy couldn't hear, "...you big baby. I can't believe you let your sister do this to you. I hope you do become a real girl just like me. We'll be friends and you'll do what I say on the playground. I'll pull YOUR hair if I want!"
She covered her mouth and choked with laughter at how adorably like a frightened little toddler girl Rebekah seemed when he cringed back from her grasping hand. "Who's the frightened weak little girl now?"
"Hey! Knock it off!" Peggy yelled.
June smirked but drew her hand back from Rebekah's very tempting ponytail.
He blushed furiously, "Boys don't just turn into girls. Can't you guys just leave me alone and stop trying to mess with me now? I said I was sorry. Please, I'll do whatever you say and play nicely, June."
"Canter," she commanded, in a pleasant tone.
"Okay, June," he replied, remembering to try to smile. Rebekah had received a humiliating and emasculating order from the small girl from the grade below him at school he used to push around on the playground. By the rules of his new life, he had no choice but to obey her. He began to prance around the yard at her whim imitating a horse's canter with a hobby horse pole wedged between his bare legs and plastic panties.
The end of the pole was always poking out behind him underneath his skirts as he skipped. The skirts and petticoats bounced and swished and tickled. His braided pony tail swung wildly and often he had to hold the hat in place on his head with one hand which made the whole thing even more clumsy.
He was exhausted and dizzy from being made to gallop repeatedly in a circle when the sliding door to the patio opened. He couldn't tell how much of his nausea was from going around in a circle and how much was from having to see at June and Samuel triumphantly watching his ridiculous effeminate performance each lap.
Rebekah felt a wave of relief when the Millers announced they were willing to believe he was on the path to reform and forgive him. Then, Wendy announced that it was time to eat. Still dizzy and out of breath, he allowed June to lead him toward the table, but she veered off at the last moment. She took him to an empty spot on the patio and waited. Then, Wendy came outside with a small plastic pink table. She went back in and returned with a few small pink chairs.
"Do you need to go sit down and take a wee-wee before we eat, Rebekah Rainbow?" Wendy asked.
He trembled in anger at the humiliation he was still being forced to endure, but was determined not to give in. "No, Wendy, I'm fine," he said despite his growing need.
"Okay, Rebekah. But try not to wet your diaper again, okay little sis?"
"Yes, Wendy," he said, clenching his fists. He tried to look at the ground in shame but mostly found his downward vision filled with apron, skirt, and petticoat instead.
Wendy pointed to the tiny pink chair and grinned at him. She looked him directly in the eye. "Sit," she commanded.
He clenched his fists harder. His fingernails bit painfully into his palms. He gritted his teeth, gently smoothed his skirt underneath him, and daintily and carefully squatted down to sit in the tiny pink chair at the tiny pink table. He clamped his knees together for a hopeless attempt at modesty and to try and keep from peeing his diaper at least until the party was over. June placed Rebekah's doll in another pink chair. Peggy pushed a sleeping Donna in her stroller over to the table. Rebekah had not been relegated to the kids table. He had been relegated to the baby table.
Mercifully, Peggy put down a blanket by the table and joined them. Elena came with a large, ice filled disposable plastic red cup full of soda for Rebekah. She also had a PB&J for him. "Mommy, please no," he whined when he saw the over-sized pink and white bib she was carrying.
She shushed him with a look and then tied the bib in place, "Have to keep the dress clean, Becky-Bow. You're looking a bit queasy again and we can't trust your hands in those gloves. You might drop the cup. Or, I could get you a sippy cup if you want, Becky-Bow?" She kissed him on the cheek.
"No, Mommy," he said with resignation. "I'll be fine." Elena went to Wendy at the grill and got a plate of food and another beer for Peggy. She then went back to entertaining their guests.
"Thanks for umm...rescuing me in there Miss Peggy," Rebekah said shyly.
She shrugged, "You said you were sorry. You didn't make any excuses. You didn't act like you were owed anything. You were humble and didn't prioritize saving face. You did the best you could. It seemed like someone else needed to bail you out since you wouldn't look apologetic if you did it yourself. Now you have to just live up to what you said."
"I don't know if I can live up to all of it, Miss Peggy."
"Just do your best," she said, "Within reason."
He nodded, despite not being quite sure what that meant. He was so desperately thirsty from prancing around with the hobby horse that he made the agonizing decision to drink some of the soda. He smiled upon tasting it was diet cola with vanilla like he preferred. He picked up the sandwich. He looked closely at the contents and sniffed at it.
Peggy giggled, "Sensitive and picky?" she asked. "You are a hand full, aren't you, Becky-Bow?"
"No!" he retorted, "Look, Miss Peggy, you don't know what it's like living with those two. Have you ever heard of something called habanero pepper jam? Well I hadn't but Wendy bought a jar of it and one time she put it in my sandwich without telling me!"
"Tell her what you did to deserve it!" Wendy shouted from the other table.
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think a wet diaper is in order would be an embarrassment
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Rebekah only blushed instead, not realizing he would be overheard.
Peggy started to laugh, but then did her best to keep a serious face instead, "Well, okay, you're right. She shouldn't have done that anyway. When did this happen?"
He thought a moment. "Three years ago," he said.
Peggy wanted to laugh, but again instead did her best to keep a level face, "And you still check every single sandwich just in case?"
"Is it...is it really, really so crazy to just not want eating to hurt?" he asked.
Peggy took a big bite of the pasta salad. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." She chugged her beer as her face turned red and she started to sweat. "No," she gasped, "Maybe not, Becky-Bow. It's good though. Your mother says you made it?"
He nodded.
"Great job! You should be able to make stuff you can eat though."
He nodded again, "I'm just...I'm trying not to make waves right now," he said. "I don't want people to hate me. Especially not my Mom."
"She doesn't hate you. She's dressed up like a squaredance dork and doing everything she can to get these people to forgive you. She's just overwhelmed. Things will get better. You'll see."
"I dunno," he said. He looked over and saw Samuel and June gawking and grinning at him and shuddered.
"Umm, Miss Peggy," he whispered.
She leaned in towards him, recognizing that he wanted to ask something without being overheard.
He continued, "Ummm, a boy can't really just turn into a girl for real, right?"
"You mean like being transgender? It doesn't really work that way, Becky-Bow. They're just as real as any other girl since the day they're born. It's not about 'turning into' anything."
"No, umm," he blushed, "Not like that, like..."
She thought she had an idea of what Rebekah was getting at, "Like magic you mean? A transformation?"
"Umm, sort of," he said although that wasn't quite what he meant. "Like, even if he didn't want to? Just turn into a girl for real? Entirely? Can that happen?"
She looked at him strangely. He blushed. He knew it was an idiotic question. He cringed and concluded she must really think he's an immature little baby who doesn't understand anything now. He had just wanted someone to reassure him and Peggy seemed to want to be an ally.
"Well, Becky-Bow. I guess I believe in magic and miracles. I've seen some strange things in my life. But I don't think I really believe in evil magic and curses. If there is any magic in the universe that could turn a boy into a girl like that, I don't think it could happen unless he really wanted it to. And I doubt it would be permanent if she didn't end up liking it. The universe isn't cruel, Becky-Bow."
He sighed, unsatisfied with the answer. "Are you sure it isn't, Miss Peggy?"
"Yup," she said, and then groaned with pain as she took another bite of pasta salad. Rebekah groaned with need to go to the bathroom.
"How do do you know?" he asked.
She smiled, "Music."
He groaned yet again at another unsatisfying answer.
Peggy stood. She went inside and then returned after a few minutes with a baby bottle full of milk for Donna and a beer for herself. She led Rebekah by the hand over to the table next to the big kids so he could have a normal size chair to sit in. She did not think he could hold the baby properly sitting in the tiny pink chair.
She sat him next to Abby who smiled at him smugly. "I love your dress, cowgirl. You should keep that one to go with the hobby horse." She whispered into his ear, "But I bet it's at least a little awkward to use a toy like that with boy parts even with your baby diaper for padding. It'll be more fun if you turn into a girl for real. Then one day you could have babies of your own too!"
"Please leave me alone, Abby," he begged. He focused on bottle feeding the baby in his arms instead, not wanting another crying incident. The baby had bailed him out of a well deserved but terrifying and humiliating angry lecture before. He wanted to return the favor by doing a good job.
He tried to tune out the rest of the party and focus on the baby. He realized that Peggy was trusting him with a very big responsibility. He looked over at her as she talked with Elena at the other end of the table and she smiled back before glancing away and deliberately ignoring him. He was certainly dressed like a toddler and acting like a toddler, but Peggy was telling him that he wasn't one. She was, at least, treating him like a big girl. Rebekah's head spun at the realization that maybe being treated like a big girl was the best treatment he could realistically hope for in the near future.
When the bottle was empty Peggy came with a towel for his shoulder and supervised him burping Donna before taking her back to the stroller. Peggy thanked him for doing a good job. Then, Rebekah Rainbow was left dancing with crossed legs. He was stuck searching desperately for something to do about the fact that at this rate he was only minutes away from peeing his diaper in front of everyone. The only way out would be to march up to his sister and beg her to let him go inside.
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His situation isn’t favourable for him by the sounds of it Rebekah would either have an accident on his way over to his sister since he is already very desperate or Rebekah would get to Wendy and she would refuse saying I gave you a chance to go potty and probably tell him she will take him after lunch potentially getting herself into trouble by mom for refusing him but to her it would be worthwhile since he would have an accident in front of everyone
He really needs to swallow his pride and sit on the toilet otherwise he would be stuck in diapers but he is the type to stubbornly keep his male pride
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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."
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"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.
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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
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Authors note: On second thought, this story will not be continued even elsewhere. Again, all my fault. I've asked Betty to delete it.
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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.
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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
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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.
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You're anonymous, on an anonymous messageboard. If you need to spend so much time explaining to us (and yourself) why this was a bad idea, no one can meaningfully be disappointed if you simply do what you're obviously itching to do, namely deleting the entire thing, going on with your life, and pretending it never existed.
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That is not how I feel about the story, Jacqueline. I've explained the ways I do feel it was a mistake, and I genuinely thank you for the wake up call. If you have anything else you want to say...
lauravb "at" email.com is my email.
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Okay, well, if that's what you want, that's what you got...
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I admit I am guilty of lurking. I am finally changing that. Contributing is one way to show my appreciation. This is LONG overdue as I have loved this site for YEARS.
Seeing this thread illustrates something that has always bothered me. Why are people so critical (and sometimes mean) to an author? I understand that some authors post stories here genuinely seeking feedback to improve their craft. If they are not asking for a critique of their writing it doesnt make sense to me to nitpick, or list all the reasons why the plot suc-ks. If you don't like the story, don't continue to read it. If they seek advice or guidance, it should delivered nicely. Isn't this common decency?
I think it is ok to get swept up and tell the author how excited you are to be be reading their story, or even say how much you'd like certain story elements to come up. For example, "I am really enjoying your story. Thank you! I love how his mother is trying to reform his behavior. I'd love to see diapers in little Timmy's future!" I imagine many authors would really like to read that sort of thing.
In general, consider the author's feelings and appreciate the fact that they are sharing their creative talent with the community. That being said, I believe it is the right/responsiblity of the moderator to comment on, or flat out remove, any content that is, or may be considered, innapropriate.
Thank you for hearing me out. Please keep in mind this is only one person's opinion.
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LauraVB:
I see mostly compliments here & most really like the story. It's very popular. 6597 hits in just 4 days (at the time of this post).
Let's remind everyone who whines about this sort of thing, that this is fiction, not real. In a sense, this is a role play fantansy site for sissies & ABDLs. That means most of us want to be the victim in the fantasy. It's all role-playing fun & games -- not real. One can play they're Cleopatra with a slave in their bedroom, without really being Cleopatra & a slave, and they know quite well that it isn't who they really are.
Just like one could enjoy Star Trek & Star Wars without ever being on a space ship in space... It's sad about all those people getting killed by phazers, & space monsters, but it didn't really happen -- it's just a fantasy. If space monsters make the story more interesting, scary, or adventurous, so be it.
Are you sure you want to delete it?
It's already been archived & would be available at archive.com(or archive.org) on the wayback site in copies they make of our sites. So the story will still exist somewhere even if I do delete it from the Story board. I'm sure it's in Google cached pages by now & a couple copy-cat Russian sites too.
It's also in most of our story site's backup databases now, & all our mirror/backup sites of the page, in case we have to use them if the Story site fails, so the story will turn up again from the backup if I have to use it. If I have to restore the site from a backup database in case of a server or site failure, it will also turn up again.
Once you post a story at our story site, it may turn up again for decades because we archive & backup so much more these days. Sometimes we will lose stories or part due to a server or database error/crash, but most of the time things end up getting preserved a very long time because we currently make multiple backups on multiple servers, databases, & computers. Plus many of our users also copy & save all the stories they like.
So I can delete the story from here, but it won't be gone. It will still exist out there somewhere. If I have to switch to a backup site, or boot the a backup database after a crash or failure, the story will most likely turn up again.
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I agree with Betty. This is, after all, and at its most simplistic of all descriptions, a fantasy site.
The dictionary defines a fantasy as follows - "the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable."
That which we cannot experience in the real world is possible to be imagined here. I am certain that there are those who feel an author went too far with some of the victim's and assailant's experiences in these stories. At the same time, others might feel the same author didn't go far enough and must go farther.
In the end, you either enjoyed the story or you didn't. Either way, you're right!
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LauraVB, don't delete this fantastic story. Follow your heart and enjoy the fact that you have given all of us a distraction from this COVID-19 shelter in place. I have enjoyed your story and, unfortunately, you will get those that don't like your work. It comes with the territory when you are a writer. Just know that you have brought joy to a whole bunch of people.
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Hi LauraVB! :)
Some really good points have been shared.
I have enjoyed your story. Thank you! I did not see the comment earlier that suggested deleting the story. I would be bummed to see your work removed here. It doesn't matter if it is peer pressure, or any other reason you may have for keeping or deleting your story, it is up to you. hugs
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Just remember Laura that for every single negative comment there is hundreds of people loving this story..me included.
As the old saying goes.Dont let the B*****ds grind you down.
Please continue with this story and any new ones and continue giving mist of ua hours of endless pleasure reading them
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LauraVB:
I just re-read the entire story and anyone criticizing this story, has no concept of what a fantasy story is. You have done a fine job with this story and I REALLY want to see what happens to Doug/Rebekka Rainbow. Don't quit writing on this story. This is too well written to just give up.
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Couldn't agree more with the previous posts. Fantasy is fantasy - and what one must recognize when delving into fantasy literature is that your preference may very well be quite different than others. The solution - don't read it. Very much hope to see a continuation of this story.
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Just a "quick" (needed to amend by the time I finished ;)) comment since I may (probably am) considered one of the critics of this story.
LauraVB, it appears that you have deleted you May 12 posting discussing your plot, characters, expectations and reasons for ending the story so I'm relying on memory (questionable) for my response. If I understood the gist of your comments this story was largely cathartic and secondly meant to be entertaining as well as carrying an introspective/moral message for the reader. Not a writer myself I have to rely on what I have seen others describe as their rationale for writing, mainly that it is for their own enjoyment as well as the readers' pleasure.
This is a great story, if a little dark for my tastes, but then you shouldn't be trying to please any individual reader and regardless of any previous comments or criticisms, I did enjoy it. Most importantly, however, based on your comments your writings were very cathartic for you and that should be motivation enough for you to see the story through. I would think stopping the story now would be like ending therapy just prior to a breakthrough. I could be wrong; if so, my apologies. I or others may continue to post positive or negative comments but that's just because we're invested in your work and feel an urge to let you know we hear you, for better or for worse.
I look forward to seeing the story through to the end and will enjoy your excellent writing talents. Whether we "get" the story or not, you get it and you need to see it through. Thanks again for your work.
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Come on, LauraVB, Please continue this fantastic story. I really want to see what is still in store for Doug/Rebekka Rainbow. Rebekka Rainbow's time as the baby sheriff of Snuggleton was funny. We have to know what happens next. PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE.
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Laura VB,
I am enjoying your story and hope that you decide to continue.
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dolly bo peep and everyone else wanting more chapters of this fantastic story, I guess we are out of luck. Apparently, LauraVB has been scared off because some people didn't realize that this was a fantasy story that a lot of people wished that they could be Rebekka Rainbow. We probably will never find out what was in store for the Deputy Sheriff of Snuggleton. Such a shame for such an outstanding story.
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I really enjoyed the story and am disappointed that it will not continue, but I want to thank you for posting. Love Marci
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This really upsets me that people reading from this site, can be so inconsiderate that they would negatively complain about a story that is very well written and is riveting for those that enjoy the particular story. I am really sorry to see LauraVB has left and probably will not return. :'( :'( :'( :'( :( :( :( :( :(
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I was enjoying this story too I loved it
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SissyDiaperPrincess, I wish it would continue, too. Unfortunately, LauraVB has been scared off by negative comments. Let this be a lesson to everyone that post on these stories that although you do not agree with what is written, your negative comments hurt those that are trying their best to provide stories for all of us. I have heard that LauraVB is still lurking in the background of this site. Hopefully, if enough of us keep posting that we want to read more about the Deputy Sheriff of Snuggleton, she might resume the story.