PART 21
“I thought I heard you stirring around in here. Wake up sleepyhead, we have a busy day ahead!” she smiled at him sweetly. “How did you sleep?” she asked her girlified son.
“Fine Mom, uhh Mommy,” Josh remembered belatedly to use the right word. Still disoriented, he timidly tried to cover the obvious wet spot on the front of his heart-covered leggings. This only succeeded in drawing his mother’s attention to it.
Gwendolyn quickly grasped the situation. She didn’t want to focus too much on this since it might backfire and hinder all their progress. It was too risky and also unfair. He was still a teenager after all. Making him ashamed of his body would be counterproductive. She only wanted him to be more feminine, so she had to be cautious. Still, she sensed an opportunity to put this in the proper context. She would persuade but not force. “I see,” she said kindly. “Did someone have a little accident?” she asked gently. “You can tell me.”
His mother’s question hung in the air for several long, agonizing moments. He was already embarrassed, but the way she talked to him like he was a child made it all the worse. Reaching the inevitable conclusion that it was pointless to pretend otherwise, Josh cringed and said, “Yes Mommy.”
“It’s OK,” she soothed him as she lightly stroked his hair. “Little squirties happen sometimes. Is that what happened? Did you have a little squirtie? Tell me please.”
Grimacing, Josh replied slowly, “Yes Mommy. Uhh, do we have to call it that?” he asked tentatively.
“Honey, remember we are trying to break old bad habits,” she explained evenly. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. These things are only natural. But, calling this a “little squirtie” instead of something more crude and vulgar seems more in line with what you are trying to achieve, right?” she questioned.
Hearing her explain it that way, it all made a weird kind of logical sense to Josh. “I guess so,” he finally responded, adding “Mommy” after a moment.
Gwendolyn smiled again, “So can you try again to tell me what happened honey?”
Taking a breath to steel himself, Josh skittishly admitted, “Mommy, I made a little squirtie in my panties while I was sleeping.” Josh could scarcely believe the sissyish words he was using. The scary thing was that speaking this way was sounding more normal to him.
His mother continued, “Don’t worry about it buttercup. Go put your soiled pajamas and panties in the hamper and hop in the shower to clean up. I put some different bath products in there for you last night. You’ll find a loofah sponge and shower gel, moisturizing shampoo and conditioner. Dry yourself off, and use some of the body lotion on the vanity. Then we will figure out what to wear today, OK sweetie?”
“OK Mommy,” Josh said quickly. Relieved to be done with this conversation but now thinking about this elaborate bathing routine, he scampered into the bathroom to strip off his sticky panties and pajamas. As quickly as he could, he started the shower and jumped in, trying to forget the whole episode. He saw a whole row of ladies bath products that were obviously for him.
As he lathered up the shower gel, he detected a delicate floral scent. It was not as strong as the strawberry but even more feminine. While he was washing, he heard the bathroom door open. “I’m just grabbing your dirty things to throw in the laundry,” his mother called. “I’ll lay some fresh clothes out on the bed for you,” she added.
“Great,” Josh mumbled to himself as he continued with his bath regimen. Sweet-smelling shampoo and then a silky conditioner for his hair. He smelled and felt so girly, but he had to admit it all felt kind of nice. Though he tried mightily to think about other things, his thoughts kept returning to the big pink cushion and his “little squirtie.” He figured he was probably the only teenaged boy in the world who would call it that. “This is crazy,” he thought, and he felt ashamed. That weird dream had really gotten to him. Deep down, however, he was most concerned that part of him… had liked it.
He shook his head and rinsed out the conditioner. He grabbed another fluffy pink towel and dried off. Spying the body lotion, he read on the label that it was “silky and nourishing.” Sheesh. Not wanting to test his mother’s patience, he applied it all over. His skin really did feel silkier now, and it had the same light floral scent as the shampoo.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Gwendolyn lovingly laid out two dainty bra and panty sets on Josh’s bed. She would let him choose his undies for today, and then he could place the others in his dresser drawer. “Decisions, decisions,” she thought happily. In theory, this was all his choice, but she intended to box him in at every turn. She would coax, cajole, confuse and even manipulate her son, but she would not force him. Actually, she conceded, she would not force him unless there was no other option. She was determined. There would be no going back.
Gwendolyn had always been a very organized person, and she found purpose in her new project. Almost giddy, she continued her meticulous planning to extract and discard a few more traces of Josh’s boyishness. “Slow, steady and relentless,” she thought. That was the key. It was really for his own good, after all. Returning to her mantra, she thought “No half-measures.” Josh’s new arrangements were well in motion.
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