“One last thing” she handed him a little white feather duster as she opened his door and by force started to push him out of his bedroom. The character shoes were a type of shoe he wasn’t used to wearing and took small steps trying to get used to them. He was about to be at the top of the Staircase and his tummy rumbled with nerves. His own mother was going to see him put on the performance of his life of acting like a complete sissy little girl and pretending he was loving every minute. With one big deep breath, he gave the biggest smile and started to trot down the stairs in a very girly style while his hands were delicately swaying with the motions of his legs and the dress. He heard each step of the hard wood stairs click with the 2 inch heel. He saw the skirt/tutu bounce as he walked down the staircase that felt endless at this point. As he got to the last step he stopped in place, daintily picked up each end of the skirt/tutu with both hands and did a curtsy/grand plié. “I’m ready to serve you”! He squeaked out and his best possible girl voice. He looked his mother and Mrs. Stall in the eyes and all he could focus on was the large smiles they both had on their faces.
“Oh my god it’s better than I ever imaged. You look utterly gorgeous. This looks better than I ever dreamed”! Mrs. Stall beamed. Janet had a different style of smile on her. Seeing her son liked this, dressed like this, she couldn’t believe it. Sure the past months he was wearing diapers and plastic panties to bed, started wearing girl clothes, but this, seeing her teenage son like this gave her a new feeling. Power. She looked at her son that she created with her ex-husband. Her ex-husband that cheated on her, that never had time for her, that never had time for John. the ex-husband who was always late with alimony and child support. The ex-husband who always had a new excuse on why he couldn’t visit John. She looked at her teenage son, dressed in a frilly maid uniform, and saw this as the ultimate revenge against her husband. “Oh if you could see your only son now, who’s smiling and prancing around like a little ballerina kindergartener”. To her, this is what she needed for the last several years. She looked at her son, who will listen to her every words/orders. She finally had control in her life, and it was over her now sissy son, and she loved every minute of it.