The Prissy Princess Correctional Club

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Later that night, Ten Ton Tony and his men, foreign contractors he had contacted from outside The Family so the humiliating story about what his son had been up to would not spread, left their dark SUV that was parked across from the school grounds.   One of the men retrieved the card and the gate opened.  They moved in to storm the house.  Little Miss Antonia's big day had finally come. 

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(A PICTURE OF A BABY FINGER PAINTING)

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Chapter 12: Prissy Princess Extra Special Super Duper Double Platinum Friendship Finale

As the men entered the school grounds, all of a sudden the gate closed behind them.

Then, there were multiple explosions of deafening sound and blinding light. They dropped their weapons and fell to the ground, shocked by the flashbang grenades.  They had walked directly into an ambush. 

The noise shocked the two boys and Antonia knew the moment had come.  He was finally free, his big day was here, any second now.  Shawna cowered in the corner in terror.

His father’s men rushed into the room. But wait, he realized, the black clad figures with their faces covered by black ski masks had distinctly feminine shapes.  They searched the room briefly than gestured for someone to come inside.  In walked Shawna’s mother, his sister, and those awful twins. Behind them two of the black masked women were frog marching his handcuffed and pacifier gagged father into the room as well.  Behind them all walked the woman he hated with all of his heart,  his stepmother.  The woman who had tried to take his mother’s place after her death.  The woman who had sent his father on the run when she went to the FBI.  The woman who had sent him to the PPCC. The woman who had destroyed his family and his life. 

“PRISSY PRINCESS BAD BEHAVIOR! PRISSY PRINCESS BAD BEHAVIOR!” a red faced Shawna shouted and pointed at Antonia. “YOU WERE GOING TO BE A DDID, LITTLE MISS ANTONIA!” Shawna stamped his feet in anger and yelled as loudly as he possibly could, “PRISSY PRINCESS BAD BEHAVIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Shawna sighed in contentment like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders,  “Wow, it was hard holding that in!” Shawna giggled and the twins joined him. “I had to lie to Nana because Miss Cindy and Mummy said not to tell anyone about our plan and how dangerous it could be.  I hope Nana won’t be mad at me. I really hope you’ve learned your lesson this time, Little Miss Antonia. No more PPBB for you, okay?”

Antonia turned towards Little Miss Shawna who was currently being consoled by the twins.  Hatred burned in him like an out of control forest fire in a windstorm.  “YOU fuc-kING RAT!” he screamed. ”I WAS FREE! YOU PULLED ME BACK IN YOU fuc-kING RAT!”  He charged at Shawna.  If he couldn’t have his freedom he would at least go down wringing the life out of that little shit’s neck.  Before he got there the twin on the left punched him directly in the nose, blood spurted and he screamed, but not as loudly as he did after she proceeded to kick him in the groin as well.  He looked up in his agony and his father was looking at him with a look of pure disdain and disgust.  Even with the gag in his mouth the message was communicated very clearly, “I have no son.”  Antonia wailed in agony.

Shawna addressed the one who had punched and kicked Antonia, “Miss Diane, you didn’t have to be so rough with him,” Little Miss Shawna complained.

She kicked him again while he was down.  “Nobody messes with The Dolly Destroyer while The Twin Tormentors are around.”  Antonia realized his nightie and panties were soaking wet.  On top of everything he had wet himself one more time.

The other twin pulled him to his feet and gently held his arm, she led him to Shawna’s sister Miss Cindy.

Miss Cindy looked down on him as he sniveled and wailed from the pain and the certain knowledge that he was now stuck here with no chance of escape.  “Prissy Princess Special Therapy,” she announced.  The twin with his arm led him away while the other one laughed and mocked him for crying and for getting beaten up by a girl.

“Go with them, Cupcake,” Shawna was ordered by his mother.  That was unusual, PPST was always one on one as far as he had ever heard.

Shawna felt nervous and scared as they entered the therapy room in the school.  This was the place where his sister would drag him out of his PPHSP.  In time he learned it was for the best, because it became easier and easier to stay in the PPHSP after every treatment and harder and harder to pull him out.  After his last treatment Cindy had said said she doubted it would be possible for her to deliberately pull him out ever again just like she had been told was the case with Junior Miss Tiana.  She was right.

The room was spacious but featured very little furniture besides a large wooden desk and two wooden chairs. Cindy took the elevated seat on the far side from the door and Shawna stood dutifully beside her. Antonia was forced to sit in the smaller chair nearer the door as he continued to moan and wail.  There were no windows. Shawna’s mother, the twins, and Antonia’s stepmother entered the room as well.  They stayed by the door and remained silent. 

There were projectors capable of displaying images on all four of the walls, and speakers for sounds as well.  On the desk there was always a bowl of what looked like hard candy, in a green wrapper with a black spider on the label.  The candy was actually not that hard, as soon as you put it in your mouth it almost instantly melted into a disgusting slimy texture that coated the mouth and could be detected for hours afterwards.  It tasted like sour dirt and garbage and made anyone who ate it extremely nauseous. 

There was a small device on the table that looked like a piece of medical equipment.  A cable coming from the device was attached to Antonia’s chest under his nightie with a suction cup.  Cindy had always said that the device was a lie detector or that it had incredible powers to see into his mind.  He looked down at the display and saw that it was a simple heart rate monitor dressed up to look like more from the other side of the table.

Antonia continued to sob and wail.  Cindy reached into her pocket and slid something across the table towards him.  It was a pink pacifier.  Antonia stared down at it for several moments before picking it up and stuffing it in his mouth.  He was unable to hide the clear relief on his face when he did so.  Cindy spoke to him, “We’ll get to you in a minute, but first, a Very Special Prissy Princess Ceremony.”

She reached under the desk and revealed a large gift wrapped in glittery purple wrapping paper and tied in gold ribbon. She gestured for Shawna to open it. 

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He looked inside.  He shivered with delight as he pulled out the object on top and held it up for all to see.  “A training bra, for me?” He admired the purple and white lace confection with obvious glee. His eyes opened wide, “But I’m not mature enough for a training bra, not unless…”

He reached into the gift again and pulled out a scroll tied in a purple ribbon.  He unfurled the scroll in trembling hands and in a loud and bright voice with a distinct hint of a British accent he smiled and read, “Hear ye, Hear ye!

“This is a very, very special Prissy Princess Proclamation officially endorsed by the Prissy Princess Correctional Club Board of Directors in Clearwater, Florida. 

“The holder of this scroll has successfully proven beyond doubt his unflinching and complete loyalty to the Prissy Princess Correctional Club and to the privileged duty of protecting his Prissy Princess friends.  With total voluntary willingness he has displayed great personal sacrifice in service to the Prissy Princess Correctional Club and to his Prissy Princess friends.

“In recognition of exemplary performance as a model Little Miss and Prissy Princess Goody Two-Shoes, the holder of this scroll hereby pledges his loyalty and his lifetime of service, even should it last for a million billion years, to the Prissy Princess Correctional Club.  In recognition of this pledge, the holder of this scroll is hereby awarded the august and regal privileges of a Prissy Princess Tween Supreme!

“Henceforth, I shall be known as Junior Miss Shawna, and I’m the Prissy Princess,” he paused for a beat to wink saucily at those in attendance, “Tween Supreme, of Lavender Lace Cupcakes!”

Shawna smiled as all but Antonia applauded him.  Antonia seethed in misery.  He raged that he had apparently been sold out and betrayed into a permanent role as a Prissy Princess just so Little Miss Shawna could earn a training bra.

Shawna was dressed in the training bra by his mother and he now wore it underneath his nightie and his new purple Prissy Princess Tween Supreme sash.  Shawna loved the feeling of wearing the bra.  It felt like he was being hugged all the time. 

In reality, Shawna had no idea that his actions would be rewarded this way.  He was just doing what was moral and what was upright and what was loyal to the Prissy Princess Correctional Club.  He had actually seriously considered what Antonia had offered him.  Antonia had been right, he could go and give life as a boy one last shot just to make sure this was really what he wanted to be.  He could always come back.  They were in desperate need of Prissy Princesses to groom for their Champion Girls to marry one day.  The Champion Girls enrolled seriously outnumbered the Prissy Princesses. 

He would have to spend some time as a Prissy Princess Pottypants when he came back.  He would never be a Prissy Princess All-Star invited to the World Participation Cup of Cuddleball again, but he would be nice and snug and warm and happy in whatever role they picked for him. 

It wasn’t reward that motivated him to go directly to Miss Cindy with the ID card and telephone number.  He had simply thought of those cute little Prissy Princess Crabbies.  All he was experiencing was a brief and  momentary Prissy Princess Panic before he arrived at the shining castle on the hill, and he had to make sure his Prissy Princess Crabbie buddies made it too.  Antonia would thank him one day, he knew it. 

He kept digging in his wondrous box of gifts and gasped again at what he pulled out next.  The purple and gold glittery cover blinded him with it’s regal majesty.  “The Prissy Princess Tween Supreme Guidebook! Ohh, I can’t wait!”  He flipped through the book and landed on the Prissy Princess Tween Supreme ABCs.  “Wow! I can’t believe they found another word that begins with X that so perfectly describes a Prissy Princess!”

“Now, now, Shawna,” his sister reminded him, “There’s a Little Miss in the room, no sharing of information he’s too immature to handle.”

“Yes, Miss Cindy!” he chirped and dug back into the box.

He opened a small little box with earrings, real ones not clip ons, in the shape of two beautiful purple flowers.  Right then and there, his ears were pierced and the earrings inserted.  He had never felt so mature and grown up. 

There was also his new school uniform including shoes with a two inch heel. Wow, his Prissy Princess friends would be so jealous!

Next, he pulled out a jewelry box which contained two gold bracelets that looked similar to a pair Junior Miss Tiana wore.  His mother confirmed they were identical.  One was engraved with the word, “Modesty.”  The other was engraved with the word, “Decency.”  Both words featured in the Prissy Princess Tween Supreme ABCs.  He was told he would wear them for the rest of his life as a sign of his commitment to the ideals. 

From another jewelry box he pulled out a necklace with a locket. The locket was engraved with the word “Purity.”  Another larger box seemed to match the box the necklace came in.

His mother took the key to the locket, which he was told contained another key. His mother would hold the key to the locket until he was married and then turn it over to his Champion Girl spouse.   He was told he would wear the locket and the item from the larger box until his wedding day, but that she would hold them for now. 

At the next Prissy Princess retreat there would be a Prissy Princess Purity Ball for Junior Miss Tiana, Junior Miss Shawna, and any of the other Prissy Princesses who attained PPTS status that year. They would all receive their lockets and whatever was in the larger box together in another ceremony full of regal pomp.  Shawna suspected he would not be the only one who earned the title this year. 

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Last but not least, he pulled out yet another scroll and opened it with wonder.  “Hear ye, Hear ye!  This is a special Prissy Princess Proclamation!  In recognition of willing assumption of Prissy Princess Regal Responsibility at great personal danger, well above and beyond the call of duty, in the apprehension of a dangerous uncorrected male criminal, in great furtherance of Prissy Princess Correctional Club and Champion Girl Promotion Club long term objectives, the holder of this scroll is hereby awarded...”

Shawna’s eyes opened in surprise.  This was something he had never heard of.  Even Junior Miss Tiana didn’t have this, “The holder of this scroll is hereby awarded Prissy Princess Goody Two-Shoes Extra Special Super Duper Double Platinum Status.  Henceforth, in perpetuity, by order of the Prissy Princess Board of Directors in Clearwater, Florida, the holder of this scroll is declared “Unspankable.”  All corrective physical punishment allowed for Prissy Princess Bad Behavior of any severity shall be a single, firm slap on the wrist.  A notice of this status shall be posted in the appropriate venue.”

He turned to Miss Cindy.  “Appropriate venue?”

“Bend over the desk, panties down, nightie up,” his sister told him.

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” he immediately obeyed though clearly confused at immediately entering a position appropriate for a spanking after just being declared “Unspankable.”

One of the black masked women entered the room with a tattoo gun. Shawna’s eyes widened in fright.   

Miss Cindy smirked at him, “Yes, Shawna, it’s going to hurt.  But don’t you think that’s appropriate considering the number of potential spankings you’re dodging? And you don’t want some Champion Girl to spank you by mistake, do you?  Just remember this any time you think of doing Prissy Princess Bad Behavior in the future, okay?”

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” he bravely replied.

“Now try and keep quiet even if it hurts, it’s time to deal with your little friend here.”

Cindy turned to Antonia.  She took his pacifier from him and picked a piece of the green candy out of the bowl and handed it to him.  The lights in the room dimmed.  He gagged with disgust as he ate the candy.  An image of him as he was just before he had entered into the Prissy Princess Correctional Club appeared on all four walls of the room. 

He wore an expensive black suit and stood next to his father.  The two were very similar in appearance.  Thick and husky with hard looks in their eyes.  He was like a miniature version of him.  Images of spiders and worms would dance across the pictures so quickly it felt like you were imagining them.  Skittering sounds came from the speakers. 

He vomited. Not just from the nauseousness from the candy, but also from the sight of himself as he used to be compared to who he was now.  He still often walked bow legged like a baby and liked to suc-k a pacifier.  His panties and little girl nightie were soaked with urine down below and above there was a patch of blood from his nose from when a girl had beaten him up with ease.  He felt like a completely pathetic feminine little toddler.

Cindy kept showing similar pictures of his recent life before the Prissy Princess Correctional Club.

With the incessant noise of the insects from the speakers and the skittering images on the screen, he started to feel like the bugs were crawling over his skin and he shuddered.

“Yes,” Cindy said, “There they are.  Do you know what those are?  Those are the parts of you that are still a boy.  Prissy Princess Special Therapy is all about finding those parts, and clearing them away so you can be a happy and clean little Prissy Princess made up only of sugar and spice and flowers and fun.  I’m going to give you an unusual choice. We’re going to have many sessions together like this. But for today, how about we try something else?  Something easier.  You’ve had a very rough time of it today, I’m sure.”

From her pocket she retrieved a Prissy Princess Special Treat.  She pushed it across the table towards him.  “If you want to try something else for today, take it.  It’ll help with the nausea.”

Antonia had always refused them before, he saw the way some of the other Prissy Princesses reacted to them.  They became airheaded and ditzy and dreamy and vacant and started giggling at nonsense, and he wanted to keep his wits about him. The teachers had just shrugged, if he didn’t want a reward he could have punishments instead.

He realized that the Prissy Princess Special Therapy was more horrible than he could have imagined.  He thought he had been the toughest boy in the program to have resisted them so long.  Now he realized the truth, for whatever reason, they had been going easy on him.  Everyone else was regularly being subjected to treatment like this, no wonder they played ball to avoid any more. 

He opened the Prissy Princess Special Treat and ate it.  She was right, the nausea significantly receded and he even started to feel hungry.  He smelled familiar tantalizing scents of delicious childhood meals and his stomach rumbled before he reminded himself it must be whatever drugs they put in the Prissy Princess Special Treats playing with his imagination.

The images and sounds of insects and worms ceased. The pictures she displayed started to be of him as a younger and younger boy.  As each year passed, he looked less and less like a twin of his father. 

And then when he saw one picture he broke down in horrible pained sobs.  Himself, his mother, and his Nonna around the dinner table, all with happy smiles on their faces. 

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Across the desk Junior Miss Shawna, despite the pain of the tattooing, looked on bravely and with deep empathy for his friend.  “Your tender Prissy Princess feelings are hurt, aren’t they, Little Miss Antonia? Do you need a hug?”

“Yes, Junior Miss Shawna,” he replied through his sobs.  He didn’t necessarily see a Prissy Princess when he looked at the picture of him as a very young boy, but his image was certainly closer to that than the monster his father had been grooming him to become at least.  He realized now they both were frauds.  They ruled with fear and intimidation.  They had been taken down by a more intelligent, patient, and ruthless foe.  They were nothing but bullies, horrible bullies who made the world a worse place.

One of the women standing by the door walked forward and hugged him from behind and kissed him gently on the head.  More pictures flashed on the walls of him as a little boy and a baby with his mother and Nonna.

“Where did you get these?” he asked.  As far as he knew his father had destroyed all the copies after his mother and Nonna both died. 

His stepmother spoke gently to him, “You forget how close your mother and I were, Antonia.  I hid them away, and a lot more of their things as well.  I knew one day you would want them, if I could ever steal you away from him for good. I’ve never meant you any harm, Antonia. Everything I’ve done has been for your mother. I married him to help protect you and so one day I could help take him down.” 

Realizing who it was that was hugging him he shook his body violently to escape the hug.  That horrible woman who had sent him to this place and ruined his life.  Or, wait, did he still think that?  Suddenly he realized that his time in the Prissy Princess Correctional Club had been as much about deprogramming as it had been brainwashing.  His father had brainwashed him into a monster.  They were trying to brainwash him into something much nicer, even if it was horrible in its own way.

Cindy spoke to him again, “You must be hungry after all this.”  She gestured and one of the masked women left the room and then returned with a plate of food and set it down in front of him.

It was baked ziti. A humongous portion, enough for three people. He smelled it.  He looked up at the picture again and tears fell from his eyes.  He took a bite.  It was just right.  It was exactly the same.  He sobbed and turned around to face his stepmother, “You saved Nonna’s recipes?”

She nodded at him and smiled.  He calmed his crying and he ate until the plate was licked clean.  He felt full and satisfied for the first time since he had entered the Prissy Princess Correctional Club.  It wasn’t even the huge gluttonous portion that did it, it was the feelings and the memories it brought back.  It wasn’t just about taste or about calories, it was about family and community and togetherness. 

“Don’t you blame me for putting you in here, Little Miss Antonia,” his stepmother scolded him.  “I thought it was the right thing to do from the start.  But it isn’t what your mother would have wanted.  So I gave you a chance to have a normal man’s life instead, and what did you do?”

He looked down at the ground in horror and shame at having almost caused an innocent boy to die. 

“That’s right, you proved exactly why you belong in a place like this where you can’t get into any trouble.  You proved why no more men like your father should ever be allowed to rise to power, or even to exist.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied, knowing in his heart that she was right that he deserved his fate. Even if he didn’t think he deserved to stay in the PPCC, escape was impossible.  Someone would always be watching him, and even another Prissy Princess would immediately turn him in like Shawna had done to try and curry favor for themselves.  He couldn’t go anywhere, and if doing so meant ending up a monster like his father was then maybe he was better off in the PPCC.

“Let’s talk plainly, Antonia,” Cindy spoke. “You have exactly two choices now. Your life with your father is over.  And his life as Don is over as well. You aren’t going anywhere. You are in the Prissy Princess Correctional Club for the rest of your life.  You’re only options for now are if you want to continue on as a Little Miss or if you want to return to being a Prissy Princess Pottypants.”

His stepmother spoke firmly, “Do you understand what is happening today, Antonia?”

“You are taking down my father and giving him to the FBI,” he replied.

“You don’t see yet, Antonia. No, what’s going to happen is you are going to tell me every single thing you know about The Family, which is a lot because your father idiotically toted you along with him everywhere he went. After we deliver your father to the FBI we are going to take The Family in its entirety as well.”

Antonia shook his head in abject fear, “Absolutely not.  I can’t testify against the entire Family.  If you miss even one of them they’ll find me and kill me, even in here.”

His stepmother shook his head at him. “No, you don’t understand.  We’re not taking them all to the FBI.  My masked companions and I are going to war.  Very quickly and suddenly. The war will be over before they even knew it began.  We will have total control and they will have no choice but to obey.”

“But why? If it’s so evil, why not destroy it?”

“The world is changing, Little Miss Antonia.  The Family will be a tool, the men will be useful idiots until the women take over the ranks entirely.  We’ve already begun to infiltrate the mass media, government, business, and the legal system.  But not all power in this world walks in the light.  We have to control the underground as well.  Even in the dark places, our authority must be total. 

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“Do you understand now, Little Miss Antonia?  Your father was right about the importance of hierarchy and respect. But women are going to be at the top of that totem pole now, in only a matter of decades.  It’s time for you to accept your place in the new matriarchy.  Do you agree?”

Antonia trembled with fear, the nightmare vision of male subjugation was just too real.  He’s experienced it firsthand.  In a quavering voice he replied, “Yes, Mommy.  I’m a Prissy Princess.  That’s my role.”

“Good.” His stepmother handed him a scroll and ordered him to stand.  He looked over at Junior Miss Shawna and saw his tatoo was almost complete.  On his lower back in the appearance of a rectangular stamp the word “UNSPANKABLE” was written in large purple block like text.  And beneath it the words, “By Order of CGPC/PPCC Board of Directors.”

After the tattooing was complete a bandage was placed on Junior Miss Shawna’s back and then Shawna came over to the other side of the desk to watch. His lower back was burning in pain but his tender Prissy Princess feelings were burning with pride in both himself and in Little Miss Antonia, who was finally making the right choices. 

Antonia opened the scroll and read. “Mommy, ummm, before I agree, one more thing.”  He closed the scroll.  Life as a Prissy Princess Pottypants was miserable, but life as a Little Miss wasn’t much better for him.  He needed one more thing for his new role to be bearable. 

His stepmother crossed her arms, “You’re trying my patience Little Miss.  Or is it Baby Miss?”

He cringed in fear but went forward anyway, “Can I please have copies of Nonna’s recipes and help make some of them for our meals?  And uhhh, there’s one thing I want to eat every single day to remind me of her. It’s fine if the calories come out of the rest of my portions.”

“Vegetarian?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“I think I can convince the school to allow that.” She smiled at him, “It’s time.”

He nodded and opened the scroll. In a reluctant but resigned voice he read, “Hear ye, Hear ye!

“This is a very special Prissy Princess Proclamation officially endorsed by the Prissy Princess Correctional Club Board of Directors in Clearwater, Florida. 

“The holder of this scroll has repeatedly failed to complete his Prissy Princess Correctional Club Trial Period. However, due to a changing of circ-umstances relating to his willingness to perform exemplary service in furtherance of Champion Girl Promotion Club and Prissy Princess Correctional Club long term goals, his duties of public renouncement of masculinity and commitment to effeminacy have become fraught with potential threats to his life and limb. 

“Therefore, the holder shall be allowed instead to make this proclamation of renouncement and commitment in private among witnesses representing the Board of Directors, the Champion Girls, and a Prissy Princess Goody Two-Shoes of at least platinum status who shall vouch for his dedication to the Prissy Princess Correctional Club.

“The holder of this scroll is hereby declared a full and regal member in good standing upon publicly completing this Prissy Princess Proclamation.

“Henceforth, I shall be known as Little Miss Antonia.” He took a deep breath and smiled, hoping his Nonna would be proud of him, “And I’m the Prissy Princess of PEACH POPPY CANNOLI!”

Cindy placed his pink Prissy Princess sash on him, the tiara and sceptre would have to wait. 

Applause broke out in the room. With his Nonna’s recipes in hand, his body might still feel starved, but once again his spirit would be nourished.  He would share his recipes with his new family and make new memories together.  Well, maybe he would hold back the baked ziti unless Junior Miss Shawna agreed to give him his recipe for Mexican style braised tofu burritos in return. He giggled and smiled. He felt like a major weight had been lifted off his shoulders.  Junior Miss Shawna hugged him and wouldn’t let go.  This time he hugged back.

“I love your special unique Prissy Princess title Little Miss Antonia. And I don’t wanna be mean, but...Little Miss Antonia, that was the worst Prissy Princess Special Ceremony ever!”  Shawna broke into laughter.

Little Miss Antonia laughed as well, standing there in a urine, blood, and vomit stained nightie with his hair a mess and his nose bruised and puffing up. “I guess so, Junior Miss Shawna, but I’m going to be a better Prissy Princess from now on. I have a great role model! But who are you to talk? I bet Junior Miss Tiana didn’t do his very, very special Prissy Princess Tween Supreme ceremony in a nightie with tangled hair either!” He stuck out his tongue at his more mature friend. 

“Don’t worry, when your Prissy Princess tiara and Prissy Princess sceptre are ready we’ll both have another more formal ceremony.  And guess what? Miss Cindy told me we have two new students signing up who will be there to watch. Would you believe they used to be on my baseball team?  They got into trouble and their parents remembered my first day and how well behaved I was.  They get to come play dollies with me instead of baseball after all!”

The Prissy Princesses held hands as they left the room to head back to bed.

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In another room of the school the former Don, Ten Ton Tony, had been stripped, made up, been shaven clean of hair from head to toe, and put in a blonde beehive wig.  He was re-dressed as a classic image of a 1950s housewife in a pink petticoated dress with crisp white apron.   The Champion Girls had done the work while the women in black masks watched on to enforce his compliance.  He looked up and saw his son walking down the hall next to the other little fag.  They were holding hands and talking happily about nonsense. 

“Do you know what four Prissy Princesses in school means, Little Miss Antonia?” the other one asked. “It’s just enough for official participation!”

The two stopped, looked into each other’s eyes, and hugged.  They danced up and down and squealed, “CUDDLEBALL!”

He couldn’t believe what his son had become.  He couldn’t believe how he had been forcefully dressed.  He went right on not believing it until the car stopped outside the FBI branch office in the middle of the city.  That’s when it hit home and that’s when he broke down.  In broad daylight, as cameras rolled and spectators gawked, the handcuffed Don of a major organized crime family who had evaded the FBI successfully for nearly a year was shown sobbing as he was frog marched into the building dressed as a parody of a 1950s housewife. Rumors spread that he had been hiding out for all of his time on the run dressed as a woman.  These rumors were of course widely believed, because what other explanation could there be?

All of this occured because of a little known program that only appeared in government funding databases as CGPC/PPCC.  The program said they were completely willing to give the actual full credit to the FBI because they had the Don’s son in the custody of their rehabilitation program and were concerned for his safety.  But behind the scenes in the law enforcement community the truth was known. 

He had no choice but to make a deal.  His frog marching into the FBI office made a mockery not just of The Family but of organized crime in general.  In the general population of a prison he would be a dead man.  The information he gave on his own organization proved mostly fruitless.  Apparently a new player had emerged and acted swiftly to consolidate power and protect The Family from potential law enforcement threats relating to the capture before the news had even broken.  What low level sources they had within The Family claimed that the new Don was a woman, but that sounded like an outrageous rumor to most of the investigators.  The Family was known as a very traditionally patriarchal organization.

However, the information he gave on other high level players outside The Family proved extremely fruitful.  Ten Ton Tony’s capture would eventually lead to the biggest organized crime busts of the late 20th century.  The Family had somehow lost their Don in humiliating fashion and ended up in a significantly stronger position all at the same time.  Their competitors all fell like dominoes while The Family continued to lurk elusively in the shadows.

The CGPC/PPCC would of course see significant increases in government funding and a significant boost in stature and influence.  Their true goals and true methods, of course, for the time remained obscure outside of certain radical feminist academic settings and the radical feminist enclaves where they built their schools. 

None of this, of course, was at all a concern of ditzy Junior Miss Shawna.  He sat in his classroom in his new uniform.  It was a pink and white short pleated skirt over white tights and pink and white vest over a crisp white blouse.  He felt so, so mature in his shoes with the two inch heel. 

He had received a slap on the wrist his first day with the two new Prissy Princesses in class for showing off his tattoo when a Champion Girl had asked to see it.  Apparently, outside of a spanking which is very rare for any PPTS,  intentionally letting Champion Girls into positions where they can take a look at your panties was a big no-no for a modest and decent and pure and chaste Prissy Princess Tween Supreme.  Shawna was devastated at being a poor role model by doing PPBB and cried openly in genuine misery when he received his slap on the wrist. Later, he figured it was good for his Prissy Princess proteges to see that just because he was Unspankable didn’t mean he would be able to get away with anything.  He may be a role model, but they were all Prissy Princesses together. 

A humbled and resigned but also genuinely changed Little Miss Antonia settled well in to the role of a coddled and protected Little Miss.  He enjoyed being doted on by the Champion Girls and was becoming almost as popular among them as Junior Miss Shawna was.  They all loved his Nonna’s recipe for beef lasagna especially.  It was too bad for the rest of the class that Karen and Diane seemed to hog all their attention.

Their two new classmates were still not willing to PPGTM well enough to avoid constant spankings and they still looked at Shawna and Antonia’s finger pointing resentfully instead of thankfully. Antonia did his best to warn them away from more PPBB and explained in great detail how little they would enjoy life as a Prissy Princess Pottypants, but the two still seemed resistant.  The two were both sitting on sandpaper stools one day while Shawna and Antonia sat on the carpet of their classroom after each receiving Prissy Princess Special Treats.

Antonia and Shawna smiled vacantly and enjoyed the ditzy and relaxing fog.  Shawna combed the hair of his favorite doll, Miss Priscilla, with his fancy ivory comb. 

Antonia’s demeanor suddenly turned somewhat serious. Shawna remained more happy and ditzy.  Antonia held his friend’s hand tightly. “Doesn’t it ever scare you, though? The thought of letting women take over?”

Shawna giggled, “We didn’t let them do it.  They just did it.”

“It doesn’t scare you, the lack of power?  Control over your own life?” Antonia asked.

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Shawna just shrugged, “Who needs power or control? I’d much rather have comfort and security.  If they want to do all the hard dangerous jobs, I say let them.  If they want to do all the headache inducing complicated math and thinking, let them do it.  I’ll be happy to stay home with my children and take care of my own in peace and comfort.  It’s what men always wanted in the first place, to take care of and support their family.  This is just a different way to do it.  Let the women drill the oil and run the garbage trucks and unclog the sewers if they want.  Let them fight the wars.  It’s not like they just want to take the high paying cushy safe jobs with all the power and respect and leave men to keep doing all the hard, ugly, dangerous work.  Now that would be a true injustice.

“No, Little Miss Antonia, I’m not afraid. I’d much rather be a Prissy Princess and just take care of my kids and my...and my spouse.”

Little Miss Shawna had been doing a lot of thinking about his future Champion Girl spouse.  For the first time ever he had encountered a Prissy Princess assignment he had absolutely no idea how to complete.  He knew his Prissy Princess Tween Supreme assignments would naturally be more difficult.  But this wasn’t the sort of challenge he was supposed to be facing.  He would stare down at his empty artbook and read the assignment over and over again.  His tender Prissy Princess feelings were in a tempest.

The next day, he read the assignment again, “In your Prissy Princess Tween Supreme art book, draw a picture of what your ideal Champion Girl spouse might look like.”

He sketched.  At first it was easy. He knew what his ideal Champion Girl spouse would look like.  He always did.  He knew what her face would look like.  What her hair would look like.  How tall she would be.  What her body would look like.  What her feet would look like.  He knew every single detail.  All except one.

He had drawn the figure lifting her shirt slightly.  And that’s when he got stuck.  He whispered to himself, “Decent. Moral. Upright. Pure.”   He tore out the page and started over.

“Decent. Moral. Upright. Pure,” he whispered again.  Despite the taboo, despite knowing he was violating at least four Prissy Princess or Prissy Princess Tween Supreme ABCs, he followed his tender Prissy Princess feelings.  He drew the second figure beside the other, working painstakingly to render them accurately and identically.  As he drew he realized his sister was wrong about why he could tell them apart.  Once he put it on the paper the very slight differences were exaggerated just enough that for his eye it was easy to tell them apart.   And he knew deep down why he could do it.  It wasn’t fear, it had never been fear. He labeled one girl Karen and one Diane.

Then, he drew another picture.  This one he drew in the art style of the Japanese comic books Little Miss Himari had introduced him to that he was imitating for his own comic book.   This one was of the three of them.  The image he created caused him nothing but pain to look at.  He labeled both girls again.

He took the artbook with him and walked to the Champion Girl classroom.  He knocked politely and waited for the soundproof door to open for him. He asked for Miss Karen and  Miss Diane.  They could see his tender Prissy Princess feelings were acting up and they led him outside for privacy and fresh air.

“I might be doing Prissy Princess Bad Behavior,” he said.  “I need Champion Girls to tell me what’s right. But first, I want to show you something.”

He showed them the first drawing, the one drawn in the comic book style.  It depicted The Twin Tormentors in full superhero outfits, but instead of fighting crime to rescue The Dolly Destroyer, they stood over him laughing and mocking.  They had pulled the pettipants that were part of his costume to the ground in front of all the demons and monsters of the patriarchy they usually fought. 

The Dolly Destroyer’s mask was slipped off and beneath it you could see tears of pain and humiliation in his exaggeratedly large doe eyes.  “Why?” was the only line of dialogue. 

The twins looked down at Shawna and saw the same expression in his face, the same doe eyes, the same tears of confused pain and humiliation.  Then they realized that for Shawna embracing the nicknames he had given them and they had given him wasn’t just a laughing matter.  It wasn’t just water under the bridge.  It was a defense mechanism.  He still carried the pain of their bullying with him every single day. He joked about it to mask the pain, but like the mask on The Dolly Destroyer’s face it had now slipped off to reveal the truth.   

When he had entered the Prissy Princess Happy Safe Place so rapidly, they realized, he had been doing it in part to escape that pain.  But  it had stayed with him. 

The twins did something Shawna had never seen them do since they became Champion Girls.  They broke down in tears.  Not in the way they used to when they played the victim to get their way.  But for real.  They cried because they realized that there would always be a part of Shawna that would be unable to let that pain go.  He would have to live with it.  And it was their fault.  Champion Girls were taught responsibility in a way their own family hadn’t taught the little girls.  They had inflicted terrible pain on someone they now realized was as precious to them both as anyone in the world. Someone they only wanted to coddle and protect.

The pain had persisted even through Prissy Princess Special Therapy.  A Prissy Princess was supposed to be clear and clean of all the bad feelings they associated with being a boy.  But Shawna’s pain had survived, because his pain wasn’t caused by being a boy who was bullied by girls.

His obsession with the twins wasn’t caused by fear like his sister, so brilliant and sure of her grasp of his psychology, had said. It was caused by being bullied by two people he loved. He had loved them since the first day they transferred into his class.  He was already the outsider, and it looked like they were set to be outsiders too.  The other girls mocked their accents and immediately assumed they would be stuck up and bossy, and the boys just avoided girls in general.  Only Shawn had tried to be nice to them that first day and ask about what it was like where they were from and why they moved.  He told them about the school and their town. They were friends at first, for real, because they had nobody else and Shawn had been nice.  He couldn’t even remember how or why they had eventually turned on him. 

The twins stopped crying.  They apologized once again and promised it would never happen again.  They offered nothing by way of explanation for their actions.  They stood nervously, as whatever he wanted to show them next had to be something very important to him if he had wanted them to remember the pain they caused him first.