The Prissy Princess Correctional Club

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Shawna screamed with glee and started to mince back towards the Cuddleball Coliseum while each Prissy Princess All-Star was handed off to a different Champion Girl for discipline. Halfway there he stopped and turned around. He went to the bleachers and grabbed the arm of a struggling, protesting Baby Miss Antonia and assisted him in toddling towards the playing area as well.  “Mrs. McCoy, I know Baby Miss Antonia really wants to participate as well.  I know a little baby Prissy Princess Pottypants can’t understand the rules and would just get in the way, but why don’t we give him a closer view so he feels like he’s part of the group?”

Shawna pointed towards the pedestal with the cuddleball perched atop it.  Two Champion Girls lifted Baby Miss Antonia onto the pedestal and set the cuddleball in his lap.  He glared daggers at Little Miss Shawna but Shawna was certain that as the boy sat there hugging the vibrating ball he could see a hint of a smile or giggle from behind the pacifier that was quickly concealed by the boy. 

“Every Prissy Princess loves Cuddleball,” Shawna thought, “It’s the best game in the world!”

Little Miss Shawna had never felt so proud as when he stood together with his Prissy Princess All-Star friends in the Participant’s Circle after the match and received his participation trophy for intramural Cuddleball.  It wasn’t the World Participation Cup of Cuddleball, but he had to start somewhere.  He was just bursting with self esteem and felt like he was ten feet tall.  He had finally done it. His lofty Prissy Princess athletic dreams had come true. He was officially a Cuddleball participant!

The Prissy Princess All-Stars stood together and posed for a picture with their participation trophies.  They would treasure that moment and that picture for the rest of their lives.  The group promised to become Prissy Princess Pen Pals and keep in touch and they all followed through, especially with Little Miss Shawna who they knew was lonesome at his newly founded school. 

Shawna led a soaked, and not just from being hit by poorly aimed water balloons, Baby Miss Antonia away from the pedestal.  He gave Baby Miss Antonia another tight hug and said he would miss him most of all.  He again reassured the Baby Miss that he now thought of like a little sister that he would pass his Prissy Princess Potty Training soon enough and then earn his Prissy Princess Tiara and Sceptre and Sash. 

Shawna was very dejected that he had to leave his Baby Miss friend behind and not see him until the next Prissy Princess star pupil retreat in a year.  Fortunately for him, he would actually get to see Antonia again much sooner than he thought.

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AS A MATURING PRISSY PRINCESS TWEEN SUPREME YOU MAY START TO BE FEELING CERTAIN FEELINGS TOWARDS YOUR CHAMPION GIRL ACQUAINTANCES.  BUT REMEMBER YOUR PRISSY PRINCESS TWEEN SUPREME ABCs. C IS FOR CHASTITY. D IS FOR DECENCY. M IS FOR MODESTY. P IS FOR PURITY.

As a Prissy Princess Tween Supreme you will naturally be jealous of your much more mature Prissy Princess Dream Extreme role models.  But their Prissy Princess Privileges like going on dates in beautiful dresses and dancing and snuggling with Champion Girls are not for you.  As a Prissy Princess Tween Supreme you will be privileged to dress up and attend a special Prissy Princess Purity Ball with a family guardian or teacher instead. In your Prissy Princess Tween Supreme workbook, write about the importance of purity and patience. Your Champion Girl spouse will desire a loyal lifetime partner to coddle and protect, not a faithless Prissy Princess who gives his heart and his purity to any Champion Girl who asks for it.  In your Prissy Princess Tween Supreme art book, draw a picture of what your ideal Champion Girl spouse might look like.  But remember, your wedding day is far away, Junior Miss. ;)

Part 3: Antonia’s Big Day

Chapter 11: Prissy Princess Training Tandem

A month later, Little Miss Shawna danced with ecstatic glee and squealed with delight, unable to contain his happiness.  His tender Prissy Princess feelings of loneliness had significantly eased since the retreat thanks to the friends he made and their openness to being diligent Prissy Princess Pen Pals, but he knew there was still something missing from his life as a Prissy Princess all alone at his school. 

When his mother told him he would finally be getting a Prissy Princess classmate that news alone was enough to send him into the stratosphere, but when the day of his arrival came and he saw who it was that waddled into his Prissy Princess classroom he could not help but dance and shout and sing. 

“BABY MISS ANTONIA!  I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”  He ran and hugged the other boy. 

Antonia cringed.  “Oh God,” he thought, “Why couldn’t it be anybody but him?” But there was no other choice, the plan required he be here at this particular school. He would go along with the insanity for just a little while longer and soon his big day would come and all of this would be over for good. He could go back to being who he truly was.

When he had received the smuggled message from his father he had never been so happy.  He had been doing everything he could to resist and never give in but it was starting to look like he had been abandoned to his fate.  But he knew his father loved him too much and had way too much pride to let this horrible imprisonment stand. It wasn’t even just pride, it was self preservation. If “The Family” ever found out that the Don, Ten Ton Tony, had let his son Tony Jr. be forced to wear diapers and baby dresses and his father did nothing to stop it, the loss of face would be deadly.  In their world, any minor sign of weakness could lead to revolt and this would be a major one. Tony Jr., his young son, had been groomed since he was five years old to one day take over control of The Family.

Instead of a regular schooling he was learning to be a boss who could take control of some of the most violent and vicious men in the history of organized crime.  His father never made things easy for him and wanted him to be able to handle himself in any situation. Ten Ton Tony wanted his son to be street smart, so he would often leave the boy alone in the city to take care of himself and find a way home as a test.  Tony Jr. had extremely nimble hands and became an excellent pickpocket.  He was never caught in the act. 

His father had been using his connections to very discreetly find out what he could about the insane organization his stepmother had sent him to, ostensibly “For his protection.”  The only reason he needed protection in the first place was she had decided to betray his father and go to the FBI. His father was forced to go into hiding and she had engineered it so that Tony Jr. was not with him when the news broke.  Otherwise, he would have taken his son with him.  One day he knew she would pay for that. He hoped he got to take part in it himself. 

She was an old friend of his mother, who had died several years earlier.  She had started dating his father mere weeks after the funeral and Tony Jr. absolutely hated her.  He resented the idea that she thought she had any right to act like a parent to him even before she had decided to imprison him in the PPCC.

At first she had sent him to a private boarding school, but he was a terrible student since his father had been keeping him out of school to teach him the ways of The Family since he was so young.  Instead of studying he started selling drugs in the school.  A boy had overdosed on some heroin he had sold, luckily the boy had survived.  The Family had to pay a lot of money to placate the boy’s parents, but his involvement was successfully covered up. 

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That’s when she sent him to the PPCC instead.  His distraught stepmother said that was where she should have put him in the first place.  He didn’t care at the time, one school was as bad as another, or so he thought.  He had no idea that the PPCC was a very different sort of school.

The smuggled note told him he needed to transfer to a different PPCC school for the plan to work, one much closer to his father’s safe house.  He couldn’t move around much with the FBI on his trail, but he would have to carry out the rescue himself because he couldn’t let anyone else know what Tony Jr. had been up to for the last seven months. If anyone knew what Tony Jr. had been doing the fact that he had been forced wouldn’t be any excuse.   He would never take over The Family then, he’s be lucky if they let him live.   

He cringed thinking about all of his daily humiliations.  At least they would never find out about the worst of it,  how every single day he was given a choice of an enema given to him by a Champion Girl and then time on the potty, or to wear dirty diapers and wait for a change instead. He tried to tough out the dirty diapers at first, but the smell and the horrible disgusting feel was too much.  At least the enema could be over quickly, but he had difficulty looking the Champion Girls in the face anymore. Humbling him, he knew, was the point.

When Mrs. McCoy had performed the weekly ritual of removing his pacifier gag to ask him if he was ready to start doing Prissy Princess Good Behavior and try Prissy Princess Potty Training, he finally agreed to go along with the program and stop resisting. For the escape plan to work he would need the use of his hands, which meant he absolutely had to pass Prissy Princess Potty Training to get the horrible debilitating gloves removed.   The plan left him no choice but to also beg to be transferred to Little Miss Shawna’s school.  Mrs. McCoy agreed to the proposal.  Shawna had taken an obvious shine to him and paid him a lot of loving attention, and soon after Baby Miss Antonia had apparently finally had a change in attitude.  It seemed like Shawna was a good influence on him, and Shawna desperately needed the companionship anyway. 

“Hello, Little Miss Shawna, I missed you very much,” he mumbled and added a submissive curtsy.  He was still suc-king on a pacifier and required to keep it in his mouth at all times, but it wasn’t tied tightly in place to gag him anymore so he was able to speak around it, though it was always in a babyish and drooling manner. 

“Wow, you’re doing Prissy Princess Good Behavior now! I’m so proud of you!  And you made it in to Prissy Princess Potty Training!  You can do it! Wow, don’t you feel so mature?  My little Baby Miss friend is growing up! We’re going to have so much Prissy Princess fun together!”

Baby Miss Antonia had gone through some changes since Shawna had last seen him.  He still wore the ridiculously short, babyish version of the Prissy Princess school dress but no longer wore the bonnet. He now wore much less thick training panties underneath his plastic panties instead of diapers.  The booties that prevented him from walking had been removed and replaced with regular baby booties that allowed him to walk by himself.  The gloves that debilitated his hands remained.  On his bib beside where his name was embroidered there was now a white ribbon with gold lettering proclaiming him a Prissy Princess Potty Trainee. 

“Little Miss Shawna,” he asked with the pacifier he was forbidden to remove outside of meals still making everything he said sound mumbly and babyish, “I have a favor to ask you.”  He curtsied.  He cringed with the horrifying humiliation of having to bow and scrape to the ridiculous hated sissy in front of him.  He promised himself he would have his revenge one day.  He wanted to wring the little fags neck. 

He walked forward, his gait having picked up an involuntary babyish bow legged waddle from months in thick diapers that he didn’t even notice was still present.  He curtsied yet again and held out a gold ribbon with white lettering.  “Little Miss Shawna, will you please privilege me to have you as my Prissy Princess Potty Trainer?” 

Shawna gasped in delight, “Me? Oh, wow!  Of all the Prissy Princesses in the world you came all this way because you wanted your role model Little Miss Shawna to help you learn to use the potty!  I’m so happy!  Of course, Baby Miss Antonia!  I would do anything for my Prissy Princess friends, especially you!”  Shawna pinned the ribbon proclaiming him a Prissy Princess Potty Trainer on to his sash next to his newly re-earned Prissy Princess Goody Two-Shoes Bronze Status ribbon. 

The Prissy Princess All-Stars had all received their bronze ribbons again a month after the retreat, along with many other Prissy Princesses who earned them for the first time.  All of the all-stars had gone back to their schools with inspiration in their hearts.  They wanted to be the best behaved Prissy Princesses they could be and act as role models like Junior Miss Tiana did so one day they could be a Prissy Princess Tween Supreme themselves. It rubbed off on the rest of their Prissy Princess classmates.  Diligent and friendly finger pointing pronouncements of Prissy Princess Bad Behavior were now a regular presence in every class just as Junior Miss Tiana had taught them.

The Prissy Princess Board of Directors considered the retreat a smashing success, despite the debacle of the cancellation of the World Participation Cup of Cuddleball.  It would be an early black mark on the history of the participation that was designed to become the international showcase participation for the game.  It was even worse when the next year at the World Participation Cup of Cuddleball Junior Miss Polina would tear his ACL in a freak accident while skipping over to pick up a dropped doll during Dolly Catch. This resulted in the cancellation of that participation as well. It was the first and only injury in the entire history of organized Cuddleball.  The tender Prissy Princess feelings of the Prissy Princesses in attendance were thoroughly distraught, as Junior Miss Polina was a much beloved role model to many of the Little Misses.

Even the Champion Girls were distraught by the incident. None had ever learned how to coddle and protect a Prissy Princess suffering from a Cuddleball injury because such a calamity was generally regarded as an impossibility given the extensive safety precautions that were the hallmark of the sport.

The Prissy Princess Board of Directors would consider abolishing the event.  It seemed cursed and also some argued the restrictive participation qualification requirements went against the spirit of the game. Nevertheless, the third World Participation Cup of Cuddleball would be a smashing success.  It was considered one of the most exciting and classic participations of all time and featured the long awaited exultant return of Junior Miss Polina to the Cuddleball Coliseum after he bravely faced his surgery and rehabilitation, always with a smile and a jovial attitude. 
 
“Thank you, Little Miss Shawna,” Baby Miss Antonia replied with another curtsy, “I also brought you something. It’s a gift from Junior Miss Tiana.”

“A gift from Junior Miss Tiana for me?!  Oh, Wow!  Thank you so much, Baby Miss Antonia!”  Shawna opened the present and inside was a book.  He opened the book and on the first page there was a note.

“Hello, Little Miss Shawna!

I miss you and think about you every single day.  I’m so happy that you have a new Prissy Princess classmate to be your Prissy Princess friend day and night. Baby Miss Antonia can be a handful. I hope you can be a better role model for him than I was able to be. I could never seem to get through to him.

I guess you still don’t have enough Prissy Princesses for a Cuddleball game, but just you wait! I’ll participate with all my heart every game for the both of us until then.  I wish I was there to be a role model for you in person.

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This was my favorite book when I was a Little Miss like you.  I hope you like it and love it and keep it in your heart forever!

-Love, Junior Miss Tiana
PP ;) TS
PZX”

The second to last line was underlined.

When Shawna finished reading the note he exclaimed, “Oh wow, Junior Miss Tiana’s favorite book!  Can you believe it, Baby Miss Antonia?  Let’s read it right now!” 

“Yes, Little Miss Shawna,” Antonia replied and followed the boy to sit on the pink carpeted floor.

The cover depicted a group of three cartoonishly cute crabs with little crowns on their head. They were on a beach below a cliff with a romantic shining white castle above it.  There was a white crab, a pink crab, and a light purple crab.  They looked longingly up at the castle together. The title of the short illustrated book was “Prissy Princess Crabbies and Clown.”

In the story three cute little Prissy Princess Crabbies are walking along the ocean floor looking for some of their favorite treats to eat. The first three pages introduced the trio. 

“‘I want some seaweed!’ said the first.  He was Little Miss Crabalia, the Prissy Princess Crabbie of Pink Seaweed Summer.

‘I want some caviar!’ said the second.  He was Little Miss Crabinia, the Prissy Princess Crabbie of Purple Caviar Cuteness.

‘I want some algae!’ said the third.  He was Little Miss Crabomia, the Prissy Princess Crabbie of White Algae Angels.”

Shawna smiled as he read the rhyming words and Antonia did his very best to pretend to be paying attention,

“They looked and they looked, the three and the twee. They looked under a rock. They looked under the sand. They looked under a shell. But no food was at hand.”

Then, in the shallow water by the beach one little crabbie sees a nice cozy little house that seems completely abandoned.  When they go inside, they find it full to the brim with their favorite sweet treats like algae and seaweed and caviar.  They make this cozy little house their new home. No longer are they forced to wander around scavenging and struggling for food, now they have a nice comfy place where they fit in just right with their Prissy Princess Crabbie friends. 

However, every day at low tide when the little house sits on the beach, they look up and see a supremely beautiful shining white castle that’s sized for a giant.  Every day they see people going to the castle for parties and feasts.  But the Prissy Princess Crabbies are never invited.

One day, the cute little house gets lifted straight out of the ocean by a giant Champion Girl clown wearing bright yellow boots and bright yellow overalls with a jovial, smiling painted face and a silly oversized wide brimmed floppy cap.

The scared little Prissy Princess Crabbies scream in fright, but the clown only points to the castle and replies, “‘No worries my dears. No need for your fears. To a party we go.’ The crabs all did cheers.”

As she carried them along in their cute little house, the clown explained that she was the court jester for the queen in the castle. She said that the queen had been looking down on them and admiring them ever since they moved in, but that she wasn’t quite sure they were ready to make the trip up to visit her in the castle.  It was a long, hard road for such cute little creatures and they needed to learn and grow until the time was right.

The Prissy Princess Crabbies assured the Champion Girl clown that they were up for the trip and they had desperately wanted to go before, but they just hadn’t known how to get an invitation. 

Soon, however, the cute little crabbies started to get afraid.  They had always wanted to go to a party at the castle that overlooked their beach, but they had never been so far from the water.  Everything they saw was strange and new to them. 

“‘I’m scared!,’ said the one. ‘Afraid!’ said the other. ‘I want my Mom,’ asked one for his mother.”

The jovial clown just laughed.  “Alone you’re all weak, all scared and afraid, but together you’re strong, it’s just how you’re made.”

The three little crabbies took heart and remembered that good Prissy Princess Crabbies know the most  important thing is to take good care of their Prissy Princess Crabbie friends.  When Little Miss Crabalia became frightened and tried to sneak out the door, Little Miss Crabinia took him firmly in his cute little claws and gave him a hug.  When Little Miss Crabomia lost heart and tried to sneak out a window, Little Miss Crabalia pulled him back in.  When Little Miss Crabinia tried to sneak up the chimney, the other two each lovingly took a claw and pulled him back to safety.

In that manner they all managed to stay in the house as the friendly, happy clown carried them all the way to the castle.  The castle was as marvelous and amazing as they could imagine and the clown took them for an audience before the queen.  Admiring of their Prissy Princess Crabbie courage and friendship, the queen lauded them.

“Twee Little Crabbies! What a fun little sight! You’ve traveled so far, throughout all this night.  A supreme feast we shall gather, to warm and delight. You’ll sleep snug in your beds, your dreams without fright. Tomorrow perhaps, a nice bath for you three, then together we’ll toast, your great victory!”

Shawna smiled as he closed the book.  He squealed again with happiness, “Oh, I can see why Junior Miss Tiana loves it so much.  It’s all about Prissy Princess friendship and the courage to help your Prissy Princess friends and the pictures are so cute! I love a happy ending! I wish I could be a Prissy Princess Crabbie and visit the queen too!”  Shawna started to crab walk around the room, giggling. “I could be the Prissy Princess Crabbie of…hmmm....do crabs like cupcakes, Baby Miss Antonia?”

Antonia wanted to throttle the little idiot again. The plot made no sense, the hack author’s attempts at rhymes were lazy and half baked at best, and the illustrations were the sort that could only entertain a five year old.  But this little bimbo moron Shawna was in love with it.  However, he had no choice but to pander to him.  Simperingly he said, “I loved the book too, Little Miss Shawna. Can we read it again?”

“Oh, Baby Miss Antonia! Of course we can!”  Shawna crab walked back and immediately picked it back up.

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Antonia tried to pretend to listen again but halfway through just ended up staring at Little Miss Shawna, the perfectly prim most prissy of princesses.  Nothing about him really suggested he had ever grown up as a real boy aside from a few tiny hints you could see here and there in brief moments. Shawna was one of the so called Prissy Princess All-Stars.  They were the ones who were most enthusiastic about and loyal to the PPCC.  Some of them knew they were stuck in the PPCC and just acted the part for the little perks you could get over the other Prissy Princesses, some had just been born the type of boy for whom the life of a Prissy Princess was actually an attractive prospect, and some had been broken like Little Miss Shawna.  Although most assumed he must have actually been in the second category to “break” so fast.

Earlier he was wearing his absurd purple and white little girl ball gown because Antonia’s arrival was a special occasion full of regal pomp. Now he had changed into the comparatively simple pink and white Prissy Princess school dress.  He now wore his long, shiny black hair in the most absurd of prissy styles.  He had two identical pigtails on top of his head.  Each pigtail was separately twisted into a ball shaped knot with the tail of the pigtail dropping down from the balled-up hair.  On the side of each of the bun like knots was a small white and lavender lace bow with a purple gem shaped like a cupcake in the center.

Little Miss Shawna stopped reading and noticed Baby Miss Antonia staring at his hair.  Shawna was smiling at him in absolute glee.  “Do you like it?  I just learned how to do it and I wear it this way all the time now! I think it looks fab!”

Shawna went to the closet and retrieved something from his book bag.  Antonia didn’t know what to make of it. It was a comic book, something weird from Japan.  The blonde schoolgirl on the cover was the obvious inspiration for Shawna’s hairstyle though.   â€œIt’s called Sailor Moon! Little Miss Himari sent it to me. He translated it himself for me and he says there’s a show for it too that they’re going to dub in English! I can’t wait!” 

Prissy Princess Crabbies forgotten, Shawna now started to show him the comic.  It was at least a little more interesting than the book had been, but Antonia still got bored.  He stared at Shawna’s hair again and the instant he did Shawna stopped reading and looked at him with a proud smile again. 

Antonia blushed.  “How do you even do that?” he asked looking at the complicated knots, “Did your mother help you?”

Little Miss Shawna dropped the comic book with a look of glee on his face. “Of course I’ll teach you, Baby Miss Antonia!”

Antonia groaned.  He had just been trying to make conversation to keep Little Miss Shawna happy.  He needed to be doing Prissy Princess Good Behavior if he was ever going to get out of the gloves.  “Thank you, Little Miss Shawna,” he replied as Shawna dragged him over to a mirror to sit down. 

Little Miss Shawna tied Baby Miss Antonia’s hair into the knotted bun like pigtails, but because his black hair was shorter than Shawna’s there was no tail of hair beneath the ball like knots.  This gave Baby Miss Antonia a much more babyish, juvenile look.  Shawna put two white lace ribbons on each of the buns.  Shawna explained everything he was doing as he went, but it was impossible for Antonia to try it himself in the gloves.

“I know you really want to be able to do it yourself so you can look like me, Baby Miss Antonia.  But you’re too immature.  Let’s make sure to get you through Prissy Princess Potty Training as quickly as the Prissy Princess Guidebook lets us.  No more wetting your panties, okay Baby Miss Antonia?”

Antonia contained his anger at constantly being talked down to by a boy who behaved like a five year old girl.  “Yes, Little Miss Shawna, thank you Little Miss Shawna, no more wet panties,” he curtsied as he replied. 

This is the sort of thing Prissy Princesses did during their school days, especially those who did not yet have a full time teacher.  Shawna’s mother, Cindy, and the twins largely allowed Little Miss Shawna to guide Antonia on his own.  Little Miss Shawna knew practically everything a Little Miss needed to know already and thoroughly enjoyed being a role model for a Baby Miss. 

For the next two months Antonia endured the nearly unendurable.  Little Miss Shawna was his constant companion day and night nearly twenty-four seven.  One of the few times he was alone was when Shawna went on outings with his Nana. 

Shawna seemed to revel in bossing him around knowing Antonia had no choice but to do what he wanted.  PPPC made it very clear who had to show deference to who in the Prissy Princess Correctional Club and a Baby Miss Potty Trainee like him was at the whims of his Little Miss Prissy Princess Potty Trainer.  It was infuriating being in such a subordinate position to someone like Shawna and having to imitate him as perfectly as he could in every way.  The worst part was that even though he was taller than Shawna, his more juvenile version of the Prissy Princess school dress, obvious training panties and plastic panties, slightly more juvenile version of the same hairstyle, and debilitating gloves made it so that even if he did do a good job imitating Shawna he would always come off as a less mature, more babyish parody.  He knew it was part of the mind games they were playing with the Prissy Princesses.  They were trying to make it so that physical stature was not perceived as a source of power or superiority.  Power came only from your place in the hierarchy. 

Every day when their ballet tutor came he had to see himself in the mirror with bulging training panties beneath his tights and leotard while Shawna looked more grown up.  Knowing the psychology behind the mind game didn’t make it any less humiliating.  Antonia knew he had to stay strong.  His big day would come.

The Family had similar chains of command and showing respect up the chain was just part of the deal.  He grew up being taught to respect those chains and know his place.  He never thought his part in any hierarchy would be to dress up as a toddler girl and be bossed around by a dimwitted sissy though.  He was born to be at the absolute peak of the pyramid in an organized crime family, and now we was below the foundation of the pyramid an insane school that tried to force boys to act like parodies of little girls. 

They had set up a crib for him in Little Miss Shawna’s room in the house separated from the school, a perk Shawna enjoyed because his mother ran the place. It made sense because the Prissy Princess dormitory would be empty besides him, and also because as a Prissy Princess Potty Trainee he would need permission from his Prissy Princess Potty Trainer to use his potty so Shawna would need to be close by at night.

Submitting to Prissy Princess Potty Training led by Little Miss Shawna was the most degrading, emasculating, and humiliating thing he had ever had to do, and could ever imagine doing.  Any time he felt the urge to go, or any time Little Miss Shawna decided he should try to go, he had to ask in as loud and clear and girlish a voice as he could, “Please, Little Miss Shawna, may I try to use my potty?”

And then Little Miss Shawna would guide him by the hand to the potty, which during the day was set up in the Champion Girl classroom.  Little Miss Shawna would pull down his plastic panties and training pants and he would sit on the pink glittery potty chair in front of everyone. The chair was larger than a real toddler’s potty chair but still designed to be just small and awkward enough to make him feel tiny and immature and uncomfortable.

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He had never felt like less of a man, even when he was very little and was being doted on by his real mother and his Nonna on his mother’s side. His father had put a stop to all that though.

He had always been raised to be tough because his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps and take over The Family one day.  Since he was five, he was never, ever again coddled or treated like a child. He was barely ever allowed to see his mother and Nonna and when he did he was taught to treat them like underlings.  They were women and he was a man, even if his age didn’t suggest it yet.

His father’s attitude towards women was completely disdainful and violent. His Nonna and even his current stepmother had tried to warn his mother to stay away from the dangerous man. His mother, though, was suc-ked in by the glamour and the money and the bad boy attitude.  She quickly realized she had made a mistake when he took Tony Jr. away from her. She had tried to take him to court but Ten Ton Tony had more than just expensive lawyers on his side.  According to The Family, his mother’s death was a suicide resulting from depression.  He wasn’t sure it wasn’t true.  His father would certainly have been capable of killing her if he wanted to.  He couldn’t rule out his stepmother either, considering how quickly she stepped into his mother’s place by his father’s side, but it was easy to believe the suicide story was true. 

By the time it happened, Tony had already started to embrace his Dad’s attitude towards women as things to be used and he refused to care.  To his mind, she had abandoned him by taking the easy way out.  He was being taught to be rough and violent and hard as a solid oak tree. When his Nonna died of old age and he had no connection to the old times that became easier and easier.  That’s why he had so far successfully resisted his insane PPCC curriculum when he saw so many others give in.

During his Prissy Princess Potty Training, if class was in session he was forced to listen to recordings of nursery rhymes and singing or lectures on Prissy Princess Good Behavior recorded by Shawna’s sister Cindy who usually acted as their teacher. They didn’t want him to hear what was going on in the Champion Girl classroom even if it was something as simple as algebra or basic geometry for the younger Champion Girls.  All he had to protect his modesty was a doll in his lap or his copy of the Prissy Princess Pottypants Guidebook instead.  The Prissy Princess Pottypants Guidebook wasn’t much of a read, considering it assumed its readers to be illiterate.  And he couldn’t even turn the pages in the gloves anyway. 

He prefered the doll, it covered him up better and he hated how the vapid book left glitter all over him every time he touched it. The decision was up to Little Miss Shawna entirely.  Little Miss Shawna would leave the room and set a timer for ten minutes. 

It was even worse if class wasn’t in session. In that case the Champion Girls would surround him and mock him while he had no choice but to take it, led chiefly by those horrible twins with the grating British accent Little Miss Shawna was was always affecting.  When all of this taunting would finally start to get to him, Little Miss Shawna would join in by reacting like he was just scared of the potty.

“Oh, don’t cry, Baby Miss Antonia!  The potty won’t hurt you! We all use it, it’s not that hard! You can do it, I know you can!”

The two twins would laugh and put their hands on his shoulder and join in with the mock encouragement in the same infuriating voice.  It was like they were triplets.  He hated having to sit across from the three of them for every meal while they treated him like their baby little sister.  He had the feeling that in a normal school nobody else would ever sit with them.  They sat shoulder to shoulder with the twins slightly leaning in over Shawna protectively.  They were always huddling in and whispering together and laughing at private jokes, or making up plotlines for the dumb comic Shawna was writing about them.  Even though Antonia was around the trio all the time, because he was always around Shawna, he always felt like he was on the outside looking in.  Not that he wanted in, of course.  Mealtimes became one of the few times besides sleep where he could be alone with his own thoughts. 

Though not as protective as the twins, none of the Champion Girl’s behavior towards Little Miss Shawna was ever mocking.  All they did was coddle and protect Little Miss Shawna.  It was part of their hierarchy again.  Antonia wouldn’t earn the right to be coddled and protected until he was ready to pass his Prissy Princess Trial Period.  Until then he was considered an uncorrected boy and completely fair game.  In fact, mocking him was openly encouraged.  The Champion Girls delighted in nothing more than taking someone from the gender considered superior or stronger outside those walls and mocking and emasculating him until he accepted his new role as a subservient Prissy Princess in frilly dresses and panties. 

He knew this from his old school in Florida, but it was even worse here.  Shawna had shown up for his first official day of class with his Prissy Princess Trial Period legendarily passed in just one day.  They had never had a chance to work someone over like they were doing to Antonia. Though, by the way Shawna reacted to his sister and the twins, Antonia suspected he had unofficially been worked over by them long before that day and that was the true reason he had broken so quickly.

His father had taught him a lot about respect and the various forms it can take.  There was no doubt that at least a portion of Shawna’s respect for the twins and particularly his sister was tinged with fear and anxiety, not just the love and adoration for them ever present in his puppy dog eyes.  There was a history there, he was sure of it. 

Some of the girls in Clearwater had eventually gotten bored with the game, not here.  The mockery was constant and non-stop.  It was creative and horrible.  And yes, sometimes it made him cry like the toddling girl they dressed him as.

He didn’t let that bother him.  His father had made him watch grown men cry before. He said there are certain situations where even the toughest of men will cry. What made a man in The Family was loyalty.  Cry all you want if someone is peeling back your fingernails, but say nothing about family business. Never let them break you, no matter what.  Antonia’s torture was more psychological than physical. He would have preferred the fingernails.  He wouldn’t have cried through that, he told himself.

His only consolation was that he knew one day very soon his big day would be here, and all of them would pay.  All of them. 

Two months after his arrival, having successfully completed Prissy Princess Potty Training by going two months without wet panties, Little Miss Antonia was finally free of the hated gloves and ready to put his plan into action.  Little Miss Shawna was delighted to have earned another patch on his sash for successfully training a Prissy Princess Pottypants and promised Little Miss Antonia he would do everything he could to help his Prissy Princess friend successfully pass his Prissy Princess Trial Period this time. 

Little Miss Antonia’s crib in Shawna’s room was replaced with a small bed that sat beside Shawna’s large canopied bed where the sissy slept like a baby every night what that antique doll of his clutched to his chest.  Antonia constantly had difficulty sleeping because of the frustration and humiliation and stress, but not Little Miss Shawna.  The worst part was Antonia knew that one of the reasons he couldn’t sleep was that he still missed his pacifier.  He had been forced to use it for so long that he had developed a strong oral fixation on it.

All Antonia could think of was escape.  He had to bide his time a little first so he kept up the facade of Prissy Princess Good Behavior.  His hands were weak and he didn’t think they would ever have the dexterity they used to, but he could still pull it off.  He had to.  It helped that the first task Little Miss Shawna had set him at was learning to tie his hair into the knotted pigtails.  His hands felt useless and awkward at first but eventually he got it.

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He was now retying the pigtails into Little Miss Shawna’s hair every morning and untying them at night.  It took him multiple tries each morning because the knots sometimes confused him, or he didn’t make both pigtails exactly identical in size and appearance.  The pigtail trailing down on from each knot had to be exactly the same length.  Little Miss Shawna, it appeared, had an attraction to symmetry. 

He was allowed one chance each morning to tie his own pigtails, and if the results were bad, as they usually were, he was stuck wearing them for the day anyway so the Champion Girls could mock him for not being quite mature enough to successfully imitate Little Miss Shawna. 

Though they now wore identical school dresses he had no sash, a clear sign of immaturity in the Prissy Princess Correctional Club, and couldn’t quite do his hair like his role model could.  He also now realized he frequently still waddled like a baby.  All of the lessons and drills on walking in mincing little steps like Little Miss Shawna had made him very conscious of how he walked.  Being forced to wear the booties that had made it impossible to walk for so long had, even after the switch to plain booties and now little girl shoes, messed with his sense of balance in some subtle way.  He was really having to relearn how to walk from scratch.  And he realized now he was going to have no opportunity to relearn walking like a boy, he was immediately going to learn how to mince like Little Miss Shawna instead.  It was going to take a long time after his big day to get back to normal.  He hoped his father would understand what he’s been through and give him that time.  He didn’t want to think about the alternative. 

The plan was to wait until Little Miss Shawna had his Prissy Princess Special Therapy with his sister.  They had never subjected Antonia to this procedure for some reason, but he had watched the sessions play out with the other Prissy Princesses the same way over and over.  For around twenty-four hours after therapy, even the most fanatical of the Prissy Princesses would be severely distraught and much more in touch with their uncorrected past.  Only Junior Miss Tiana had ever seemed unperturbed by them. 

Little Miss Shawna seemed to take them even harder than others, probably because of whatever history it was he had with his sister.  Directly after Prissy Princess Special Therapy would be the only time Antonia could get through to him.  The effects wore off after a day or so and then the Prissy Princess in question always seemed a touch more fanatical than before.

After their communal dinner one night he took his half eaten plate of grilled tofu, broccoli, and rice and threw it out.  Because he was considered insufficiently slim and waifish he was allowed to do this, it was even considered Prissy Princess Good Behavior.  He hated the vegetarian diet.  He would literally, not figuratively, be willing to kill a man for a slice of his Nonna’s beef lasagna and a cannoli for dessert.  Forget that, three cannolis. His stomach rumbled thinking of his Nonna’s cannolis. She always sprinkled poppy seeds on top and served them with slices of peach as her personal touch to the traditional recipe.

He was desperately hungry all the time now and he felt weak from lack of calories. Every meal was some new and, to him, boring vegetarian or vegan dish.  He was sure other people might like it, Shawna seemed to, and the kitchen staff were excellent cooks, but none of it was for him.

Once the gloves were off, he he did his best to help out in the kitchen along with Little Miss Shawna, but he had grown up on traditional, hearty, homestyle Italian cooking and none of this stuff could compare. The tofu had no texture, the tempeh had too much.  The seitan was too salty.  The beans were all bad.  The lentils were lousy, the chickpeas were chalky, the great northerns made him gassy, the navy beans were nasty, the fava were flavorless.

The veggie burgers lacked vitality.  The veggie dogs were, somehow, all of the above. 

To him, no matter how well prepared, none of it was food.  And the worst part was he had to watch those smug, taunting Champion Girls eat much more hearty fare.  He cried the day he had to help make meatballs.  The recipe the cooks used didn’t compare to his Nonna’s, but they still smelled like heaven to him.

It wasn’t even just the lack of meat that got to him.  His Nonna made some dishes without meat that he would kill for too.  A simple baked ziti made using her recipe. He would do anything for a helping. Anything. A single slice of margherita pizza.  Ethically sourced organic eggs and cheese were allowed in the Prissy Princess vegetarian diet, but were rarely used because they were expensive compared to normal versions and the cheese was high in calories.  They wouldn’t serve pasta primavera. They wouldn’t even serve spaghetti aglio e olio.  They avoided Italian dishes on the Prissy Princess menu so completely that he knew it had to be deliberate. They wanted to make him beg for something better to eat and then demand more and more Prissy Princess Good Behavior in return.  He wouldn’t give them the pleasure. 

Besides maybe his morning slice of rich and savory avocado toast, the only dish he actually really looked forward to was Little Miss Shawna’s Mexican style braised tofu burritos.  Whatever he put in that sauce somehow brought the tofu to life with flavor. It felt like a Mexican version of one of his Nonna’s sauces.  Of course, he would never give Little Miss Shawna the satisfaction of admitting it and asking him to make them more often. Shawna made it very clear the recipe was a Prissy Princess All-Star secret recipe anyway.  Antonia would at least have to earn a Prissy Princess Goody-Two Shoes bronze ribbon to qualify, and he had no intention of staying long enough for that.

He couldn’t stand this place much longer.  He had to admit the daily grind was wearing him down.  All of the chores.  All of the humiliation.  All of the bowing and scraping.  All of the coloring and playing with dolls and pretending to be a four year old girl.  All of the jargon and mantras.  Little Miss Shawna knew every one. When he played with his dolls with insufficient enthusiasm Shawna would spout one of them at him.  “PPGTM,” he would say.  And he would have to reply with either the meaning of the acronym or ask Little Miss Shawna to explain it to him.  “Prissy Princess Going Through Motions,” he would reply and play with what looked like more genuine delight. 

PPGTM was technically allowed for someone in their trial period because of PPHAM, Prissy Princess Habits Are Reality.  This meant the more he acted like a four year old girl the more he really would become one and that’s what the Prissy Princess Trial Period was for.  There was even a mantra for a Prissy Princess who  complained about mantras, PPTTG, Prissy Princess Trust The Guide.

Little Miss Shawna felt like Antonia had been in the program far too long without earning his sash so he was pushing him hard.  Going through the motions was not enough.  Little Miss Shawna’s favorite mantra was, of course, PPHSP. He urged Antonia to repeat it endlessly, but it never gave him the comfort Shawna claimed it would.  He was proud of himself for resisting.  He had pieced together that PPHSP was what had broken Little Miss Shawna on that first single day.  On the other hand, he had been in the Prissy Princess Correctional Club in one bottom tier rank or another for nearly a year without breaking.  If not for his escape though, he was beginning to worry that one day he might.

He smiled to himself with relief, because he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about that much longer. He looked across the dining room and saw Miss Cindy standing over Little Miss Shawna. Shawna quickly pushed aside his plate of tofu as well.  Little Miss Shawna was considered appropriately slim and waifish for his height and frame and was eating at maintenance calories.  He was required to finish his portions so he did not become unhealthily slim and waifish. He was even spoiled with two full slices of avocado toast each morning.

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There was a look of fear in Little Miss Shawna’s eyes as he took his plate back to the kitchen and put it in a leftover container to be finished later.  Antonia recognized that look of fear and knew it was time.  On his way back to the kitchen he very carefully slipped the ID card out of a Champion Girl’s pocket.  He was always watching their cards knowing that he would have to act fast when the time came.  He knew where each of them kept them in their identical uniforms and who was attentive and who was less so.  He also knew their schedules and how likely they were to wander off the grounds randomly.  He took an ID from a Champion Girl not likely to go to the gate and realize their ID was gone any time soon.

After the Prissy Princess Special Therapy was over Shawna was very much not his usual self.  It took a practiced eye to see it because PPGTM was so ingrained in Shawna that it was essentially reflex, but later than night when he heard the crying and sobbing from the bed beside him where Shawna usually slept in blissful peace, he knew it was time to put his plan into action.

He crept over to the bed and to the other boy’s side.  Shawna looked up at him.  “Hi,” he said, “My name’s Tony.”

Shawna looked up at him and started to speak, “Prissy Princess B…”  He stopped.  His pointing finger dropped. “Shawn.”

“I can get us out, Shawn. By tomorrow night,” he said with total confidence.

A look of fear came over Shawna’s eyes, “You don’t understand, my mom is a judge.  She has connections with the police.  There’s nowhere to go.  Just do PPGB.  I’ll go easier and let you PPGTM some more. It’s not so bad.  I love it here. I don’t want to be a DDID.”

Antonia couldn’t believe it.  Even with a clear chance of escape, even when in touch with his past, Shawna still wanted to stay.  He saw the fear in Shawna’s eyes.  “No, you don’t understand,” he said and tried to sound tough.  It was hard because he was so used to adjusting his voice up an octave and trying to sound like a four year old girl, “My father is Ten Ton Tony.”

Shawna looked at him in confusion.

“The mob boss.  Law enforcement can’t touch The Family. It doesn’t matter what your mother does.  He has the entire FBI after him and they’ve got nothing.  He’s going to take us out of here and we’re going to be men again. We’ll be best friends, just like you always wanted.  He’ll give us new identities and let us go somewhere where we can start over.”

“I can’t be a man again,” Shawna replied sadly.  “I forget how. I mean, I remember that I used to be a boy.  It’s not like I’m a different person.  I just don’t feel that way anymore. The boy part of me is gone.  That’s what PPST is for.  It really does feel better this way, eventually. I wonder why they haven’t given you any...”

“Yes, you can!” Antonia told him. “You can be a man! Look, it’s going to take some time for me too, but we’ll do it together. I’ll watch your back and protect you. We’ll have total privacy and all the time we need.  Don’t you even want to try fighting back?  Just once? Be a man, Shawn.”

Antonia could tell that there was finally a spark of some sort of conflicting emotion in the boy’s face and he continued to plead, “And look, honestly, if it turns out you want to come back, we’ll let you come back.  We’ll blindfold you so you can’t tell anyone how to get back to us and just bring you right back.  Don’t you even want to try?  Just to make sure this is really what you want?”

“But I fit in here,” Shawna whimpered.

“You can fit in somewhere else.  This isn’t the only place in the world to fit in.  You’re a nice person and you’re good at drawing and art and imagination and people like you.  Can’t you imagine any other life besides the PPCC where you would be happy?”

Shawna only shrugged. 

“And look, I DON’T fit in here.  I never will. They won’t ever break me,” he said with less confidence than he felt. 

He continued,  “If I don’t get out I’m just going to go back to fighting them and they’ll have to make me a Prissy Princess Pottypants again.  Is that what you want for me?”

Shawna shook his head.  “Nobody ever liked me before the PPCC, well, nobody but the twins.  But even they weren’t very nice to me back then.  But, but maybe things could be different, I don’t know. I don’t want you to be a Prissy Princess Pottypants again.”

That was as close as Antonia expected he could ever get to agreement.  “You know the code for the phone. I’ve seen them let you use it to call your Nonna.  All you have to do is make one call. I’ll give you the number.  Just hang up as soon as they pick up. And then, tomorrow when you go out with your Nonna, drop this outside the gate.”  He handed him the ID card he had stolen, “Please, please, make the right choice. Just wait till it sounds like everyone else is asleep, and go make the call.”

Antonia went back to his bed but he didn’t sleep. Later that night he heard Shawna quietly pad from the room.  This was the moment of truth.  In a few minutes either he was one step closer to freedom or they would storm the room to put him back in diapers.

When Shawna returned he was alone. “I made the call,” he whispered. “Thank you so much, Tony. I never even dreamed this was possible or I would have...I would have fought my mummy and my sister like you fought instead of giving up in one day.  I wish you were around back then.”

Antonia smiled and for the first time in months he slept soundly. 

The next day he watched the gate from a window as Shawna walked towards it.  He saw him successfully drop the card without anyone noticing.  Now it didn’t matter what Shawna did, he was going to be free.  And sure, he would take Little Miss Shawna with him.  But this time, he would be in charge.  He couldn’t wait to beat the little fag into a pulp.

As Little Miss Shawna and his Nana had tea together she seemed to sense there was something different in him that day.  “Is there something wrong, Princess? You seem distracted.  Are you nervous about something?”

He looked up at her, “No, Nana. Everything is just fine,” he said.  Shawna felt awful about being forced to lie to her, he had never done so before because he felt such a genuine closeness with her, but he had promised to keep everything about the plan a secret. 

The old woman still felt there was something off.  Shawna hugged her especially tightly when they were saying goodbye as they returned to the school and almost had tears in his eyes.  It was almost like he felt this was a real goodbye and not a, “See you next week.” Shawna was terrified about what he had done and who his friend Little Miss Antonia really was and what Shawna had agreed to get mixed up in.