Peace In The House

by Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6: Mind Glue

 

Eventually, John got so used to talking like a little sissy girl that he hardly ever made a mistake and Sally stopped carrying her notebook around with her. She also noticed that he had stopped pronouncing some other sounds properly. Like usually whenever a word had a 'th' sound in it he made it sound more like the letter 'd'. She liked this development since it made him sound like even more of a big baby so she didn't mention it to him.

She didn't want him to start backsliding though, so she changed his punishment rules. "Sissy," she told him. I'm really proud of the way you've learned to talk now and you hardly ever make a mistake so I'm changing the rules. I don't want to have to keep up with how many mistakes you make, so from now on, every single time I hear a mistake, you'll get spanked, you'll get your mouth washed out with soap, and you'll get another day without morning potty privileges. Every single time, is that clear?"

John's eyes went wide. "Oh, pwease Sawwy," he said. "I'm twying weawwy hawd. I don't want to get punished again."

"I know you are," Sally said to him kindly, "And you're doing it really, really well. I just want to make sure you keep doing it so well."

 

Later that afternoon, Sally again sat with Megan, Cathy, and Jenny at the kitchen table. Jenny was all excited and wanted to tell them about something new she had just found. "I downloaded it last night and I think it might really work. If it does, it might be something we can use on John."

"What is it?" Sally asked finally.

"Oh, I guess I forget to tell you," Jenny said embarrassed, "sorry about that. It's a computer program that allows you to put subliminal messages behind other recordings. If it works, we could use it to kind of brainwash John to try to make him do things like maybe actually 'like' acting like a sissy all the time."

It only took about a second for Sally to see the possibilities of that. "Wow," she said. "I heard about that somewhere. If it works, it could be great, if it doesn't, then nothing's lost. But I think we need to come up with a good plan on how to use it on him and what we want him to do."

"Is there some special group he really likes to listen to?" asked Cathy. "We could record the messages under that."

"Yeah," said Sally, "he would want to listen to it a lot then. That's a good idea."

"Or," said Megan, "we could record it behind a bunch of kiddy music and plant the suggestion that he likes to listen to it."

Sally tried to stifle her laughter, but it came out anyway. "Can't you just see him dancing around the house to little kids songs and doing it because he thinks he likes it?" As the others laughed with her, she said, "If we see that he wants to listen to it, it will be a good test of how well it works."

"But what messages should we put on it?" asked Cathy.

"Maybe we better make a list," said Jenny pulling a pen and pad out of her purse.

"Instead of running the same messages through the whole recording," said Megan, "we could put a different one behind each song."

"I like that idea," said Jenny, "that way we can concentrate more effort on each individual suggestion."

"Ok," said Sally, "now we need a list of ideas."

"I think that under the first song should be all about wanting to listen to the CD over and over again and that he should like it," said Megan.

"Good one," said Jenny writing it down. "What else?"

John, for better or worse, didn't have to go through any sissy training that day, because the girls spent then next couple of hours developing their list. In the end, they had developed the rough draft of what would finally go on the recording:

Song 1: I really like this CD. It's fun to listen to. I want to listen to this a lot. These songs are catchy. I want to sing along with these songs. I want to dance to these songs. I can't wait to hear this CD again.

Song 2: I like being a sissy. I want to be a sissy. I hate being a boy. I wish I were a girl. Being a sissy is great. I don't want to remember how to be a boy. I can't remember how to act like a boy. I want to act like a sissy.

Song 3: I like to talk like a sissy. Talking like a sissy is good. I hate talking like a boy. I don't ever want to talk like a boy again. Talking like a boy hurts. I can't remember how to talk like a boy. Talking like a girl is good. Talking like a sissy is better. I love talking like a sissy.

Song 4: I like to walk like a girl. I hate walking like a boy. I love to wear high heels. I hate boys' shoes. I don't remember how to walk like a boy. Walking like a boy doesn't feel right. Walking like a boy isn't natural. I love to walk like a girl. I hate boy's shoes. I like high heels. High heels make me feel good. High heels are pretty. I love wearing pretty shoes.

Song 5: Same as Song 1.

Song 6: Same as Song 2.

Song 7: I love to show people how much of a sissy I am. I love to feel humiliated. I love wearing sissy things in public. I love being a sissy. I love to show people that I'm a sissy.

Song 8. I must obey Sally. Sally knows what's best for me. I must do whatever Sally tells me to do. I love Sally. I want Sally to be in charge of me. I have to do whatever Sally tells me to do.

Song 9: I can't control my peeing. I don't want to control my peeing. I'm a big baby. I don't even realize when I have to pee. I don't have to think about peeing anymore. Peeing just happens by itself. At the end of this song, I will pee without any control.

Song 10: When Sally tells me to suck on something I need to suck my thumb, or a pacifier, or a baby bottle. I can't stop sucking on something until she tells me I can stop. I like sucking on something like a baby. I am a big baby. Big babies should suck their thumb or a pacifier. I like sucking my thumb and my pacifier.

Song 11: Whenever Sally says, "I want you to act like a baby," I will become a complete baby. I won't be able to say any understandable words. I'll only be able to make baby sounds. I will wet and mess my diapers without any control. I will have trouble walking without holding someone's hand. I won't understand why this is happening. I will be a complete baby until she tells me I can grow up again.

Song 12: Boy things are dull. Girl things are great. Sports are dull. Girl things are much better. I hate doing boy things. I like doing girl things.

Song 13: I love to wear makeup. Makeup is fun. Makeup makes me look pretty. I should never go out without makeup on.

Song 14: Same as Song 2.

Song 15: Same as Song 1.

 

When they had finished, Megan said, "If this works, he'll not only be a complete sissy, he won't even want to be anything else!" Jenny and Cathy volunteered to put the CD together, and Cathy said that she had an old CD of children's songs that should be just perfect for the music.

It took Jenny and Cathy two days to finally finish the CD. When they finally brought it over, Sally went up to John's room and got his Walkman CD player and handed it to him along with the new CD. "Jenny and Cathy were kind enough to make this recording for you." Sally said to him. "I want you to start learning all of these songs." Then she watched as John put the headphones on his head and started listening. She saw him roll his eyes a little as he realized it was a CD of children's songs he would have to learn. Since the girls soon realized that there wasn't going to be any immediate reaction they just left him alone to listen.

Later, Sally went back and asked him how the CD was. "It's weawwy not too bad. John said with more interest than Sally had expected. "The wecowding is pwetty good and these songs awe kind of catchy."

Sally was delighted. She noticed that he listened to it a few more times that day. And he seemed to listen to it even more the next day. By the third day, he obviously seemed to love the CD because he listened to it whenever he could, often playing it continuously for hours on end. Sometimes Sally caught him quietly singing along with the CD.

A week later, Sally was talking on the phone with Jenny about going swimming that afternoon when Jenny asked Sally, "Have you noticed any reactions yet to his listening to that CD?"

Sally just carried the phone over to the living room where John was and said, "Just listen." John was dancing around the room and singing like a four-year-old girl. "He seems to love it," was the only comment that Sally made to her.

The next day, Sally watched John as he sang "I'm a little teapot…" complete with all the movements he must have learned somewhere. He seemed to love doing it. At the end, as soon as he sang "and pour me out," he suddenly grabbed his crotch with a look of surprise on his face.

Sally, suddenly concerned, asked "What's wrong?"

John started laughing. "Sometimes," he said, "when I sing dis song, I wet mysewf at the end." Then he laughed again, "I'm pouwing 'me' out!" he laughed. Then he immediately went on singing "London Bridge is falling down…"

Sally was amazed. "Well," she thought to herself, "at least I know what suggestions are behind that song."

 

A few days later, Sally also noticed another thing. She and John were upstairs making the beds together after the sheets had been washed. Since they were just working around the house, Sally had dressed John in just his diapers, a t-shirt, and his four-inch heeled sandals. As they were making the bed together, John was talking in his little girl voice about one of the TV shows he had seen that morning. He seemed to be totally absorbed in telling her about it, but while he was talking, Sally saw the wetness indictor on his diaper suddenly change color. "It almost looks like he doesn't even realize he's wetting himself," Sally thought to herself amazed as John continued talking. "Could he be getting so used to wetting his diapers that he's starting to lose control now?" she wondered.

 

Sally also wondered if any of the experimental suggestions they had put on his CD would work now. They had included one to make him suck his thumb and another one to make him act like a baby. She decided to try the thumb sucking one. She said to him, "Sissy, I want you to suck your thumb."

John had been dancing and singing to one of his nursery rhymes and didn't even hardly look up at her. He just immediately put his thumb into his mouth and started humming to the songs instead of singing them. He seemed almost completely oblivious to the fact that he was sucking his thumb. At lunchtime, Sally couldn't get him to take it out of his mouth long enough to feed him a jar of baby food. Every time she pulled his thumb away from his mouth, he looked panicked and tried to put it back in again. She had to give him the command to stop sucking in order to get him to eat. After lunch, she stuck a pacifier in his mouth and told him to suck on it, which he happily did for the rest of the day.

The next day, they were all at Jenny's house and Sally told them about John's thumb sucking the day before. John was busy listening to his CD that he seemed to want with him all the time.

"How about the suggestion to act like a baby?" asked Megan.

"I haven't tried that one yet," said Sally. "I thought we might try it today."

"Wonderful!" said Jenny. "Try it now."

Sally went over to John and pulled his headphones off of him. "Sissy, I want you to act like a baby," she said to him.

John just sat in his chair and looked at her puzzled. "Ok," he tried to say finally, but what came out instead was "ga ba." He was a little surprised that the sounds came out wrong, so he tried again. "Ba ga," was all that came out. He was very puzzled now. He couldn't seem to be able to say a simple "Ok." He tried to tell Sally that he was having a little trouble talking but none of the sounds coming out of his mouth made any sense.

Cathy then said, "Sissy, walk over here to me."

John tried to get up out of the chair, but his legs just didn't seem to be able to support him and he wound up sitting on the floor with a very surprised look on his face.

"Sissy, I asked you to walk over here," repeated Cathy.

John kept trying to stand and walk, but his legs just didn't seem to want to cooperate.

"Here," said Sally finally, "take my hand." As soon as John grabbed Sally's hand, he was able to stand up but unsteadily. Sally led him over to Cathy. He walked there, but it was obvious that his legs were very wobbly. As soon as Sally let go of his hand, he sat back down on the floor.

"Well," said Jenny. "I guess that works too. I want to go swimming now though, so maybe we better put him back to normal.

Sally told John he could grow up again and he immediately got back on his feet.

"What happened?" he asked. I couldn't wawk ow tawk wight."

"Nothing to worry about," Sally said to him, "you were fine. Now let's change into our bathing suits."

Since Sally didn't seem to be concerned about it, John simply put it out of his mind.

After Sally changed John out of his diapers and put his bikini bathing suit on him they headed out to the pool. As they were walking across the lawn to get there, Megan suddenly noticed water dripping from between John's legs. "Sissy," she exclaimed, "you're wetting yourself!"

John looked down embarrassed as his pee continued to simply come out. "I seem to be having twoubwe howding it watewy," he said embarrassedly.

"Well," said Jenny, I don't think you should be swimming any more then. I don't want you to pee in the pool, even accidentally."

"Good idea," said Sally. "I'm sorry Sissy, let's go put your diapers back on you again. You'll just have to sit and wait while we swim now."

John was very disappointed, but he couldn't argue the point and spent the afternoon sitting and watching while the girls swam.

 

As time went on, John seemed to be taking more and more delight in being a sissy. He loved going out in public and shopping for the most feminine things he could buy. He seemed to love showing off to people that he was a sissy and seemed happiest when he was out in the middle of a crowded mall swishing his skirts for all to see. He certainly wasn't the least bit shy about it with anyone. Sally had started to give him his own allowance to spend with the provision that he had to buy his own diapers first, and he always seemed to spend it on the most sissyish clothing he could find. It was obvious that pink had become his favorite color. "I think we've created a monster," Megan noted at one point.

"I think you're right," Sally had to agree with her.

 

Without Sally even realizing it, she and John were becoming closer and closer. They spent a lot of time fixing each other's hair, or doing each other's nails. John had lost a lot of weight due to the baby food and the corset and now he and Sally were close to the same size so they could wear each other's clothes. They talked about magazine articles, boys, and just life in general. John had become the little sister that Sally had never had, and they both loved it.

 

Kate suspected that she was going to have a problem. She just didn't want to have to face it. Things had been going so well around the house all summer and she didn't want it to end. She had enjoyed having two daughters all summer, even though one of them was such a complete sissy. She often marveled at just how much of a sissy Sally had been able to turn John into. But now, school was starting again in a few days, and it was time for it to end.

On Friday evening she walked into the den where Sally and John were playing a board game together. "Ok you two, listen up," she started. "John, you've been punished pretty severely all summer, and Sally, you've done a really good job of taking care of everything while I've been at work. But school starts on Monday, and now it's time for it all to end. As of tomorrow morning, John goes back to being a boy again. It's over!"

Neither Kate nor Sally was even remotely prepared for John's reaction. "No!" he started screaming over and over again. "I don't want to be a boy again. Pwease don't make me be a boy again." He was crying and wailing and pleading pitifully.

"John, stop that!" Kate said to him. "You're a boy, and you know it, so start acting like it again." John ran to his room crying pitifully. Sally looked at her mother in wide-eyed wonder.

That night, Sally didn't get John ready for bed. John had to put his own nightgown on. He went in to say goodnight and asked Sally if she was going to give him his bottle for the night.

"No," Sally said to him. "It's over, you don't have to have it any more."

"But I want it," John said to her.

"Sissy…I mean John, it's time to grow up and be a boy again."

John left her sadly and went to bed. It was the first time in a long time that his hands were free and he didn't have a bottle in his mouth to suck on as he fell asleep. He found that he missed it very much. His feet felt strange too as he laid there without the warm socks holding his feet so that he couldn't straighten them out. He finally got up out of bed and found his rabbit. Clutching it to himself, he laid back down, put his thumb in his mouth, and cried himself to sleep.

 

Early the next morning, Sally sat with John removing the nail polish from his fingers and toes while Kate went to the hardware store to borrow a bolt cutter to cut the lock on the trunk. John cried a little as he watched the pretty polish being removed from his fingers forever. Sally had also noticed that whenever John walked or stood up in his bare feet, he was walking on his toes, he hardly ever put his heels on the floor. What had started out as a joke to Sally, was turning into a very real nightmare for John.

A little while later, as John watched her struggling with the bolt cutter, he felt sick to his stomach. He didn't want to be a boy anymore. When the trunk was finally opened and he saw his ugly old boy's clothes, he simply ran crying back to his room. Sally and Kate had to carry all of his stuff back to his room and put it away for him. They took all of his girl clothes and moved them into Sally's room since she could wear most of them.

"Pwease," John begged, "I don't want to be a boy anymowe."

"You have to," Kate said to him exasperated. "And stop talking like a baby!"

"I'll work with him," said Sally feeling guilty since after all, it was she who had made him this way.

Sally spent the entire weekend working with John trying to get him to talk and act like a boy again, but she didn't get very far. At one point, she caught him listening to his CD again and she grabbed it from him and broke it so he couldn't be influenced by it anymore. When John screamed at that, Kate realized that there would be no more peace in the house again.

Sally worked hard on the way that John spoke and by Sunday night, he was once again saying most of his words properly, but he absolutely couldn't, or wouldn't lower the pitch of his voice to anything like a boys'. She tried to work with him on the way he walked, but he couldn't seem to even remember how to walk like a boy anymore and most of the time he walked on his toes since it hurt him to put his heels on the floor. All of his movements were just plain feminine and he couldn't seem to act any other way. He was also still in diapers since he seemed to have almost no control at all over his peeing. He didn't seem to even care about having any control. He just wanted to be a sissy again.

On Monday morning, Sally and John walked to school together. Sally heard the many taunts being called to him and stuck up for him whenever possible, but she soon had to leave him to go to her own classes. She knew it was going to be a long hard day for him and that there would be many more hard days ahead. When the summer had started, she had resented her older brother. He had been rude and a major pain. But they had been stuck together for a long time, and as result, had grown very close. Sally felt sorry for him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Christy stood in line at her graduation ceremony waiting for her name to be called. She was very excited and proud. This was a big moment for her. It had taken her a year longer than expected to graduate, but the moment was finally here. She spied her mother in the audience and waved to her quickly. She was happy. She was alive. She had almost died. She thought about all the months in the hospital, all the doctors, all the surgeries, and all the therapies. She still had one more big operation to go, but she was happy and more importantly, she was alive.

Kate was sitting in the audience at the high school graduation and saw Christy wave. She smiled. She thought back to one day when she had come home from work. It had been John and Sally's first day back to school. She had walked in the door and called out "hi" to Sally who had been in the kitchen making dinner. "Where's John?" she had asked.

"He raided some of his girl clothes out of my closet and then he locked himself in the bathroom upstairs," Sally had told her. "He won't even answer me when I knock. He had a really rough day at school today," she finished.

Kate rolled her eyes and headed upstairs to talk to John. She knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer. "John, open this door," she had called out over and over again." Each time she got no answer, her fear and panic grew a little. Finally when she couldn't wait any longer, she ran to her room and found the little thin rod that acted like a key to open the bathroom door. As soon as she opened it she had let out a scream that nearly gave Sally a heart attack. John was lying on the bathroom floor. He was dressed as a girl, but he had slashed both of his wrists. There was blood absolutely everywhere. Kate screamed and screamed. She grabbed his limp wrists where the blood was still just barely oozing out of the cuts and tried to stop it. But all she could really do was cry and hold John to her.

The rescue squad had pulled her off of him. She quietly thanked Sally for calling them. John was still alive, but just barely. The men from the rescue squad didn't know if he would live. They were so afraid they had gotten there too late.

 

Sally sat next to her mother. She too saw Christy wave. She thought about everything that had happened since that day when they had found John covered in blood in the bathroom. John didn't exist anymore. He had become Christy. It had taken many months of doctors and therapy and pain, but now Christy was a whole and happy person. Sally had tried to help however she could. As Christy had developed, Sally and Jenny had made a new subliminal recording to help her. In it, they had stressed all the traits that they felt a woman like Christy would need to survive. In a moment of insight, Sally had insisted that they make a second recording that stressed that Christy would want to study hard, and would do everything possible to achieve her goals. The tapes had worked dramatically. Christy had eventually become a confident and beautiful girl. When she finally was able to go back to school, she had worked hard to bring her grades up from just barely passing to being some of the top in her class. Somewhere along the way, Christy had become a very real and loving older sister to Sally. They were once again best friends.

When Christy heard her name called, she strode triumphantly across the stage and got her diploma. As she walked off, she raised her arms in the air in a moment of personal victory celebration. It had been drugs that had gotten her into trouble so long ago and had really been responsible for her almost dying. Now she had a new drug, a better one. Achievement!

  

  

  

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