Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Alexandra on November 01, 2020, 03:31:29 PM
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Far Out
A tumbleweed rolled across the abandoned and empty dirt covered street. A solitary figure rode slowly into the quiet village. The townspeople were nowhere to be seen, having barricaded themselves in their homes out of fear of the gang that had been terrorizing them.
As the figure lazily rode through town crying and shouts from the direction of the Saloon were heard. The lone rider dismounted out front and walked toward the Saloon. As the wooden batwing doors flew inwards, the gang in the Saloon froze in surprise and stared in shock and recognition. The sheriff curtsied in greeting and a glint of light off the sheriff’s badge blinded the troublemakers. The nearest member of the gang started to scream but before any of them could make a move the sheriff’s bottles were free from their holsters and spinning in the Sheriff's hands. Moments later the gang of naughty babies was subdued and happily nursing or napping.
“I reckon y’all babies ought to know by now that the Baby Sheriff of Snuggleton is always watching!”
Xandra sighed, “But I wonder what happened to my new Deputy Sheriff? Do any of you babies know?” Receiving only snores or suc-kling as a response, Xandra continued, “Me? How should I know?
“I was watching just like you babies were. There was a party and a really nice apology...hmmm...and then my new Deputy went upstairs with that boy. Then there was a lot of noise and some shouting and a bunch of crazy colors and hippy music and...I guess we just lost the connection.”
Xandra walked to the bar and poured a glass of cold milk and drank, sighing contentedly. “I wonder what could have happened next,” Xandra thought.
“Xandra! It’s time to go!” a voice shouted from inside.
“I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” The dolls that were playing the role of the gang were collected and brought back inside.
On the plane to Texas, Xandra first reviewed the prepared apology for the defective doll. That was most important. Not that it was Xandra’s fault of course, the guilty parties in the warehouse had already been fired.
Afterwards, a bored Xandra looked down at the empty page of a notebook. “I wonder what could have happened next…maybe it would be like…”
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Rebekah stomped his way down the stairs in a very unladylike fashion with a still smirking Samuel trailing behind him. Samuel laughed openly when Rebekah reverted to his flouncing, girly walk as soon as he spotted his sister and mother through the glass doors. Samuel rushed past him. Again he elaborately opened and held the door and said, “M’lady,” to a furiously blushing Rebekah Rainbow. He tried to rush past everyone but his mother stopped him, “What do we say, Becky-Bow?”
He stared up at her with a look that said, “Really?” and her face hardened in reply. He turned around and curtsied, “Thank you, Samuel.”
Samuel smiled back at him in triumph and pinched his cheek, “Anytime, Sweetcheeks.”
Rebekah spent the rest of the party taking tiny baby doll diapers down from the clothesline and folding them neatly back in the diaper bag under Peggy’s resumed supervision. As he worked he could hear Wendy loudly bragging more that she was going to go shopping for Rebekah’s new school clothes after the party.
He cringed when that prompted Mrs. Miller to immediately go online and buy a gift card so she could contribute. Rebekah was forced to curtsy and simper and thank Mrs. Miller profusely for the gift and the further peace offering between the families it represented.
Finally, after what had only been a few hours but somehow felt like months to Rebekah Rainbow, the party finally started to wind down. There was another round of groveling apologies and curtsies to the Millers and June and Samuel. Wendy, giddy with excitement, left to go shopping.
Rebekah started to curtsy to Peggy as well but his mother shook her head at him. “Peggy and Donna are going to stay a while. We’re going to relax and have a girl’s night in. The four of us. Just listen to some music and take it easy.”
“Fine,” Rebekah moaned, while falling back onto the couch in exhaustion.
His mother tisked at his unladylike manner. “Aren’t we forgetting something, Becky-Bow?” she asked. He groaned and started to gather up his skirts to sit in a more ladylike manner but she shook her head. She pointed outside. “Clean up outside and do the dishes and clean the kitchen and then you can join us.”
Meanwhile, Peggy had been flipping through his mother’s records. She started the music. “Ugggh,” Rebekah whined, “Anything to be away from that noise.” Peggy tossed a pillow at him as he made his way outside and set to work.
When he was finally done cleaning up after his own humiliating party, he again started to make his way to the couch. Elena stopped him once more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and change into something more comfortable, Becky-Bow.”
“But I’m so tired,” he whined, wanting desperately to rest his aching feet.
“A nightie then,” his mother instructed, and he flounced his way up the stairs at her command.
“At least I’ll be able to get these stupid cowboy boots off,” he thought, “A Baby Sherrif doesn’t even make any sense, Alexandra! It’s worse than a Ballet Chef!”
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Xandra giggled. “Yeah, I bet that’s what he would say…”
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Alexandra, This story really surprised me because it is a continuation of the story, "Fed Up" by LauraVB. I'm glad to see a continuation of the story; but I am confused about the writer of this chapter.
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You can trust Alexandra. ;)
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You can trust Alexandra. ;)
fantastic. Glad to see that you did not leave. I really loved your story. The Deputy Sheriff of Snuggleton rides again. Thank you.
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Xandra pondered, staring down at the notebook page, “Working out what happened is gonna be hard. I’m gonna have to go slow and try and piece it together. Things must have gotten weird. Really weird. That’s what I think, gang. This is one strange family, and I've seem some doozies before! I normally keep a much closer eye on my Deputy Babies, but with all the chaos and the special request from his sister I was just too busy. You can trust me though. Best buddy Xandra, everybody says I’m a good egg! I bet I can figure this out.”
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“Mom...Mommy!?” Rebekah was forced to plead from the top of the stairs, red faced and out of breath. He had been struggling with the boots for five minutes before finally giving up and conceding he would need help.
Hearing nothing downstairs but the annoying music he trudged miserably back down the steps and slid open the glass door. He coughed upon smelling skunky smoke and heard Peggy giggling brainlessly.
“I need help, Mommy!” he pleaded, pointing to the boots and holding up his gloved hands in frustration.
Elena groaned in reply from where she sat with an empty beer in front of her.
Peggy laughed, “And you were just saying how much you loved having a new helpless little girly-girl in the house, Elena.”
“Uggh, don’t you start giving me a hard time too. I’m doing you a favor, remember?”
Peggy smiled, “Thanks, Elena!” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag, which contained what looked like dried mushrooms.
“Not in front of the little one, Peggy,” Elena scolded, covering Rebekah’s eyes with her hands as she led him back inside.
“Ughhh, stop it,” he whined as they made their way up the stairs. “Why is she still here?”
“You want to earn some time off your sentence, don’t you?”
His attention perked up at that. “How much?”
“How about a month?,” she replied.
He started to protest he wanted more but before he could she was lifting his dress and petticoats up over his head. She pushed Rebekah back down on the bed and grabbed one of his boots and tugged it off.
“See, easy?” she said, but the next one proved more difficult. Rebekah groaned in abject misery and humiliation. He laid on his new bed with his legs spread eagled in the air wearing only his girly pull up diaper and plastic panties as his mother tugged repeatedly at the boot. Elena gave it one final tug as hard as she could and the second boot flew free, but Elena's momentum carried her backwards. She was about to fall until she slammed her hand down on the desk for balance, but as she did she hit the pink tablet computer that was sitting there. The device emitted a shrill, angry sounding beeping as it fell to the floor.
“Uggh,” Elena complained, “I hope I didn’t break it…” She picked it up and started poking at it.
Rebekah simply closed his eyes on the bed and tried to catch his breath. His mother slapped his leg to get his attention. “Go take a quick shower, and then I’ll explain what you have to do.”
“Can you get these gloves off?” he whined, and his mother obliged.
“Be careful, remember what I said…”
“Yes, Mommy,” he said with a blush and flounced off to the bathroom.
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Xandra paused for a moment and thought. “Yeah, that would explain it. An accident.”
“Hey, Athena,” Xandra whispered, poking the girl in the next seat. “Is there any news about the election?”
The girl who was sleeping in the seat next to Xandra simply mumbled something unintelligible and went back to sleep. Xandra laughed and then smiled wistfully, remembering inauguration day after the election in 2016 when the whole family went to Washington to see President Clinton’s swearing in. Athena had slept for that whole plane ride too.
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Rebekah’s mother shouted at him from outside the door. “I picked a nightie for you, it’s on the bed. Don’t worry about Xandra’s makeup lesson. I can’t get that stupid tablet to turn back on. Wendy can look at it later. Just bring the makeup downstairs and you can try to do it on your own. Okay?”
“What’s going on, Mommy?” Rebekah asked.
“You’re just going to babysit Donna for a few hours while I…’Babysit’ Peggy.”
“What?!” he shouted.
“She’ll pay you too, though that’ll have to go toward your new wardrobe.”
“But that’s not f…” he started before reconsidering. He was too exhausted to complain.
“See you downstairs, Becky-Bow,” his mother announced before retreating back down the stairs to rejoin Peggy.
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Poor pink tablet it's life was too short :)
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Alexandra, Another great chapter. Becky-Bow is still being humiliated by his sister and his mom. I am really glad that this story has been continued. Thank you.
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First time read for me,, interesting concept,, will follow as it intrigues me.
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Sorry for the delay! Just some moderate turbulence. It’s all over now. Not that a little turbulence bothers me of course. I love flying! “Military brats” like Athena and me fly all the time. But the lady in the next row? Well, she’s never been on a plane before in her life. Her baby probably wouldn’t have been scared or even know what was going on...but when Mommy gets scared Baby picks up on it and gets scared too. It's the sacred duty of a Baby Sheriff to offer to intervene in a situation such as this. Plus, Athena accidentally elbowed me in the ribs really hard when the crying baby woke her up. UGH!
Well, it was pretty cool how everybody who saw what I did (quietly) applauded me. The flight attendant thanked me too and he even brought me a free soda! They were lucky there was a Baby Sheriff on board! No crying babies on this flight! Oh, I should write a letter to President Clinton and suggest she should have a Baby Sheriff on every commercial flight!
Oh, but the good news is I think I may have gotten something helpful. After I helped calm her down, I talked with the baby’s mother. Her name was Jenna and she was on her way to Texas for a concert. I asked her if she knew a lot about music because I was trying to figure out why this “hippy” music was apparently so important to the Ramirez family and their story.
I had to change some names and details for the sake of confidentiality, but I was as honest as could be expected in the circ-umstances. I showed her a picture of one of the album covers from the record collection in the Ramirez house and Jenna laughed. “No wonder you can’t find anything out about them. They’re underground.”
“I can’t even find out their name,” I told her, exasperated.
That’s when she told me the band doesn’t have a name. They go by various unofficial nicknames instead. One of them, the one the Ramirez family seems to favor is "The Flaming Skullflowers." They had started playing in the 1960s and were heavily influenced by the use of psychedelic drugs. They performed concerts behind curtains while bizarre light shows played on the stage and in the sky. They never were photographed. They sold records or cassettes and later CDs sporadically by mail order and never released anything officially online. If they ever started to gain too much popularity, they stopped performing or releasing anything at all. Nobody knows for sure who they are, or if they do nobody has ever proved anything. It's possible the members of the band have changed or were always changing.
There are apparently a lot of theories. Some people see it just as an early example of guerilla marketing. But I think if it’s any kind of marketing they are doing a really bad job of it. I couldn’t even figure out anything about them without Jenna’s help. I don't think they care that much about money.
I think I might get it now, why someone like Elena would be obsessed with it and why she would try and pass it on even to a naughty child who is not at all interested. I think they want the music to speak for itself. The identity of the creators doesn’t matter. It’s a gift to the world, and they want it to be passed from hand to hand. That’s how hippies think, I think. If you like this music, walk down the street and listen to it. Every person you see could be the source. Treat them like it. What a neat, honest little magic trick. Who says you need religion to have reasons to love your neighbors?
Magic, huh? I wonder how much magic you can get away with in a story like this. I guess the audience will be the judge of that. This is gonna be the hardest part, because I could totally just skip it I think. We’ll be in Texas soon and everything will be clear, but if I’m going to do my job and convince the Ramirez family to forgive us I think it will help if I can try it the hard way.
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”Becky-Bow, we’re waiting!” Elena shouted over the din of the music, an obvious hint of impatience in her voice.
Rebekah came down the stairs wearing a yellow silk nightie with white lace trim at the hem and a cream white bodice. On the bodice there was a graphic of an elaborate tiered cake with multicolored frosting and candles on top. There were tiny, festive multicolored balloons printed on the short skirt of the nightie and the matching yellow and white slippers.
Elena had selected the rainbow colored pigtail wig although she wasn’t even sure it was the right match without “Alexandra’s Makeup Mayhem” as a guide.
Rebekah stood obediently in front of his “Mommy” and received his instructions. “Now, you are responsible for keeping an eye on Donna.”
He glanced over at the sleeping baby, “Bu…” He froze at a raised eyebrow. “Umm, sorry Mommy.”
“We’ll both be right here the whole time if you have any questions. If she stays asleep, this will be the easiest chore you’ve ever had.”
Rebekah resisted the urge to point out the blaring music was not helpful in this goal.
Elena smiled at the lack of interruption or objection and continued, “If you need help I’ll back you up. I’m going to be keeping an eye on Peggy, and you’ll be my backup too.”
“Now, what’s Peggy doing? Well…”
Peggy entered the room from the kitchen, “Drinking a magic potion. Who knows what could happen?” she said with a laugh.
Rebekah rolled his eyes in exhaustion at being talked down to like a child but then gagged when Peggy walked past and he caught a whiff of the putrid smelling liquid in the mug she carried.
“You guys are doing drugs and I’m the one being punished?”
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Peggy laughed. Elena sighed, “I’m not drinking any ‘magic potions’, Rebekah. I’m only here to look after her. That’s what friends do.”
“Mommy, can we at least turn the music do…” he began.
Peggy turned the music up a bit. Rebekah sighed and pushed the stroller Donna was sleeping in to the other side of the room as far away from the speakers as possible. Peggy laughed. “She doesn’t care, she’s used to it by now.”
Rebekah considered that he was much older and still hated the music so he wasn’t so sure about that. Feeling a bit chilly he reached for a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders appreciating the warmth. Then, he saw Donna briefly stir in the stroller. With a sigh, he wrapped the baby in the blanket instead.
“See, Becky-Bow’s a natural,” Elena said proudly. “All it took was that...god awful doll...to bring it out somehow.”
Rebekah grumpily curtsied in appreciation of the approval. Elena stood and went upstairs to gather more blankets.
“So, sounds like you don’t believe in magic, huh?” Peggy asked with a smile.
Rebekah rolled his eyes. He was about to offer a sarcastic reply but instead just laughed at the contorted disgust on Peggy’s face as she choked down her psychedelic mushroom tea. When she was finished, she fell back on her seat on the couch and joined him in laughing.
When she had gathered herself, she said, “That’s too bad, because I just happen to be a witch.”
Rebekah laughed out loud. It seemed like there was no end of people who were going to try and sell him on incredible stories that day.
Peggy stood and turned away from him. She pulled down the shoulder strap on her dress and revealed an elaborate pentagram tattoo with a flaming multicolored skull in the center. “I’m not kidding,” she said in a deadpan.
Rebekah mostly ignored the tattoo and instead desperately wished the pretty woman would turn around with her dress still lowered. Instead she quickly covered the occult symbol and turned around upon hearing Elena moving towards the stairs.
“I couldn’t say anything earlier obviously, but that spell you wanted? I’ve been meaning to try something like that!”
“The spell I wanted?” Rebekah Rainbow asked in confusion.
“The transformation, duh!”
Rebekah gasped, “That isn’t what I meant!”
Peggy smirked, “But magic isn’t real, so what do you even have to worry about?”
“I’m not! What I mean is…” Rebekah trailed off as Elena came down the stairs.
She glanced at the two of them and asked, “So what did I miss?”
“Just kidding around!” Peggy said. She attempted to smile but her cheeks were beginning to take on a greenish hue. “Excuse me,” she said and quickly made her way to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
Twenty minutes later, Peggy emerged from the bathroom. The pupils of her eyes were maximally dilated. Her mood and manner seemed to have shifted wildly. She seemed confused and disorientated. For a moment a look of panic crossed over her face before Elena grabbed her hand and pointed over to where Donna slept. A look of relief came to Peggy’s face instead.
She squinted as she looked at the figure wrapped in the blanket kneeling beside the stroller. “You’re watching my baby for me? Why thank you, little girl!”
Rebekah groaned. “Mommmm...y! She’s not supposed to call me a girl.”
“Oh yeah, Becky-Bow, I remember now! Give me a twirl, let me see your outfit.” Peggy pleaded.
After a nod from Elena a grumbling Rebekah Rainbow stood and dropped the blanket. He twirled and curtsied for the inebriatedly gushing Peggy. “What an adorable cute little nighty! And with a shimmering rainbow birthday cake on it!” Peggy exclaimed.
“You know what that means, Becky-Bow?” she continued, “That means it’s your birthday!” She began singing the Happy Birthday Song which clashed horribly with the music coming from the stereo.
“It’s not my birthday!” Rebekah insisted.
Peggy, mercifully, stopped singing. “Oh, of course not. It’s a nighty, that means...it’s your birthday tomorrow. Tomorrow, you’re gonna be the birthday girl, Rebekah Rainbow!”
“Just play along, Becky-Bow, it will agitate her if you don’t. She can’t help it if she’s confused. Just let her have fun. Remember, you're being well compensated for this.”
He sighed and curtsied again, “Yes, Miss Peggy, tomorrow I’m going to be the birthday girl.”