Author's note: I do not mean to be preachy in this section.

  

Alan's Penance

by Ann O'Nonymous

  

Chapter 7: Revelations come out!

It was a hard shaking and laughter that brought Eve out of a sound slumber. Nancy was looking down at her, stifling her giggling, her face growing redder by the minute. There was something that was seriously funny, then he tasted it – he was sucking on Nikki's thumb just like a baby. Ho boy!

"Tasted real good, didn't it, sweetie," Nancy said with amusement.

"Mama mikki goo goo," Evie answered as he removed last night's comfort, "I had a dream where I was a baby, and I was getting fed a bottle. Now I know why I liked it so much."

"Aahh, o-o-h-h, <yawn> what time is it, <yawn> Nancy?" asked Nikki in a plaintive voice.

"Seven thirty, Nikki. Eve was playing munchies with your thumb last night."

Nikki erupted into giggling, then laughter as she said, "She …. She was …… <hahaha> oh, that is, <hahaha> that is just – just, oh I can't believe . . . our <hahaha> precious little Evie was sucking on my thumb!!" She moved closer and planted a big kiss on Eve's waiting lips. Then hugged him, saying, "you are really going to light up my life, sweetheart."

"Ours, Nikki – don't leave me out. Get your robes and slippers on so we can prepare breakfast."

"Javohl, Herrin Kapitan!"

"Mach Schnell, bitte! You too, Eve!"

Soon two bodies took turns in the bathroom, taking care of the morning's necessities (Why do you think the bathroom was called the necessary -- for the bus line running thru it?), and then they trotted their bunny slippers and Powerpuff robes down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Okay," Nancy said, then read off a paper, "breakfast will be link sausage -- three each, bacon – two strips each, scrambled eggs – three each, large juice – orange, grapefruit, or grape, and whole wheat toast. Grape jelly, marmalade and mint jelly will be available. Nikki, will you please start the coffee? (At Eve's raised brows, Nancy said, "Sorry. It's a bad habit, but we enjoy it.") Eve, get out the eggs – the white carton – and break them into a bowl. Use the full carton! I'll get the sausage and bacon started."

As Eve got the eggs and broke them, she asked, "Nancy, if you're vegetarians, why the sausage?"

"It's a soy product! No meat in it – same with the bacon. Don't forget to add a half-shell of water for each egg, about four spoonfuls of chopped onion, some minced parsley, and ground pepper to the egg mixture – no salt! We rarely use it."

At Eve's puzzled look, Nancy answered, "There is a enough salt in the food already, and too much salt makes many people retain water."

"Oh," Eve said, as she started cracking eggs. It seemed to be sensible from what little she knew. Alan made a mental note to think more about his eating habits as he whisked the eggs to the musical accompaniment of sizzling bacon.

In no time, the eggs were mixed and Eve said, "Nancy, the eggs are ready -- where do they go?"

She pointed to a hot skillet on the range and said, "Dump it in here, then help Nikki setting the table, please."

Alan marveled at how well things were organized – each seemed to have a specific duty, and they did it, without argument. Seeing Nikki, he said, "Nancy asked me to help you with the table setting."

"Okay, go get the spreads for the center of the table, next put a large glass for juice at each place setting. I'll get the coffee cups, saucers, and the utensils set out."

"Okay. Em, just the glasses?"

"Yes, we'll pour after mom sits down."

In the kitchen, everything was ready for the table. Coffee maker was bubbling a brown brew, and plates were being filled. Nikki had toast on, Nancy was fetching Cathy, and Eve was placing the plates on the table. All was readied for the mistress of the house.

Cathy entered the room, attired in a blue chenille robe and pink fuzzy slippers, said, "A very good morning all! Eve, dear, did you sleep well last night?"

At that, the three girls burst out in a fit of smirking giggles then laughter. Nancy retold the story of Eve's munchie, as well as she could.

It was now Cathy's turn to let out a snorting laugh.

"God, mom, good thing you weren't eating cereal – we'd all be having a milk bath," Nikki said.

"Oh, that is so precious. I wish I had a picture of that! Okay, by your chairs girls – Eve, since you're new, you stand behind your chair 'til Nikki is finished – then you fill your glass with juice, and eat. Polite conversation is expected – that is, what you will be doing today, questions you have, and so on. You may have your toast with your meal or after. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Eve. "Do you do this every day?"

"Yes! Okay, Nikki – We're ready."

Nikki raised her head, looked at each of us, then said: "Great Mother Goddess, we thank you for this day to come. We thank those spirits who have sacrificed themselves so we may be nourished. I thank you for my wonderful mother, Cathy, and sisters, Nancy and Eve. On this day, we renew our love and devotion to you. Blessed Be!"

Nancy and Cathy chorused, "Blessed Be."

Eve said, "Amen." In doing so, he began to feel a little out-of-place.

Nikki looked at him. She could sense his feelings, so she comforted him by saying, "That's okay, Eve. All worship what they believe in in their own way. We all have a path to follow, and maybe yours just isn't mine."

Cathy filled her plate then Eve followed. Nikki and Nancy divided up what was left. The coffee was excellent, and a piece of toast with mint jelly summed up a great breakfast.

After the meal as Cathy was gathering up the dishes to wash, Eve asked, "I don't wish to be rude, but . . ."

"Ask – don't ever be afraid to acquire knowledge, sweetheart," Cathy said. "Nancy, why don't you, Nikki and Eve go into the family room and see if you can help Eve. I've go dishes to wash."

"Dishes," Eve said quizzically.

"We cooked – mom does dishes," Nancy replied. "Ask away."

"W-e-e-l-l, I noticed you don't bow your heads. Why?"

"Bowing the head is a sign of submission. We don't submit to the Goddess, we accept Her into our lives," Nancy placed her hand over her heart and explained, "She is within."

"I see, I think," replied Eve. "Errrr, what are you going to do to . . . for me today?"

"First its a nice perfumed bath, dressed, then while we three are making up the beds, you can practice walking; first, sandals with a slight heel, followed by a slightly higher heel. It will be around the house and up and down stairs – each time with a book on your head, until about noon. We'll have an afternoon tea with scones, and then the girls come over for cards."

"Emm, cards – strip poker? A 'guy' can hope," Alan said, raising his eyebrows.

"No, silly – old maids," Nikki got in before Nancy playfully punched her on the shoulder.

"No, poker. Mostly it's Texas Hold-'em, five card stud – the only stud allowed in the house, or a six card variant of Hold-'em. We play other varieties, but those are the main ones."

Alan brightened up a bit – he enjoyed playing cards. "What are the stakes?"

"Nickel and dimes, mostly. Ante is a dime."

"And you'll let me play?" Alan asked anxiously.

"Noooo, Eve will be playing," replied Nancy, "She's the one the girls are here to see. Oh, I will 'show' you to them, so don't be too upset, okay?"

It was Alan who bit his lip and furrowed (I love that word!) his brow. "I'm going to be what! Nancy, I don't know – I'm not, oh what is that –"

"Whoa, little sis! All that will happen is that they will know that you are a boy being punished. You have the advantage – you are the one who can make this a difficult time, or you can see it as a way to play. It's all up to you, dear Alan."

Alan stated, "Nancy, I'm not a sissy! I did something very wrong, and to help out my mom, I agreed to this . . . this . . . dress-up thing. I would prefer being home, in a T-shirt and pants reading an adventure novel, or a history book, or even a textbook," but it was Eve who said, timidly, "Nancy, may I ask you a question?".

"Sure, dear. What do you want to know?"

"What is this Petticoat Punishment thing – is it something to break me down, to make me into some lisping, mincing faggot (he said it, then immediately regretted it)! Are you trying to change me into --"

Nancy interrupted with her answer: "It's where a boy is made to dress and act like a girl his age or younger, in order for him to become, emm less aggressive. He is humiliated in various, made to wear very frilly, sissish clothing, and threatened with exposure, at all times, as a boy in girl's clothes. If you ask me, it absolutely destroys the boy – makes him weak, submissive, and not a man a real woman wants anything to do with. I think most grow up to be very lonely individuals. They remember what happened to them at the hands of females, and stay as far away from them as possible!"

Now this was a real revelation to Alan, so he continued, "But this isn't damaging, to my . . . my em er."

Nancy finished: "I think you mean psyche, dear. Petticoating is meant to destroy the boyish impulses; to make the boy completely submissive to women; to change him completely to a mincing, effeminate male, and remove masculinity, not balance the male/female within."

"Alan, honey," Nikki started, "Sis and I want you to enjoy being around girls. We want shopping for clothes to be fun – not a chore a man has to do twice a year; to love the smell of flowers, not ask "Where's the funeral"; and to listen to what they say, not tell them what you want them to do."

 

To be continued?

Annie O

  

  

  

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