Playtime

by Susan Smith

Part 1

 

'Mummy'. 'What now' thought Janet as she heard her 7 year old daughter screaming from upstairs. Janet dropped what she was doing in the kitchen and ran to the bottom of the stairs to find Amy holding her favourite doll in pieces in her hands 'he he's done it a a a again' Amy snivelled. The anger grew in Janet's face as she stomped up the stair's to Peter's room.

Janet stormed into Peter's room to find her 13 year old smugly sitting at his computer. 'Why did you have too break her doll again' screamed Janet 'well she shouldn't keep coming into my room' he snapped. Peter knew that his mum had told Amy repeatedly not to go into his room but the real reason he had broken her doll was pure spite. 'Oh thank you very much, now you have upset her you know it's her birthday tomorrow' Janet pondered for a moment. 'right first you can unplug your computer and put it in Amy's room and second get out into the garden and get it tidied up ready for Amy's party tomorrow. We'll be back later and it better be finished' Janet turned and left Peter's room.

Meeting Amy on the stairs, who was still in tears Janet cuddled her and told her she would take Amy out for a special extra present to cheer her up that brought a smile back to Amy's face. As Janet and Amy got ready to go out Janet saw Peter taking his computer into Amy's room with a look on his face that she knew all to well. Janet hoped she had got through to him but knew from the look on his face that he would be up to his tricks and making Amy miserable again as soon as she turned her back.

As Janet and Amy walked down the street they noticed that someone was moving house and that they had put a table out on the side of the road with some old items on it. As Janet walked closer to the table she sneaked a look. 'It's o.k. to have a look' said the woman walking from the house to Janet, she stopped and smiled at Amy. 'It's mainly my son old stuff he doesn't play with anymore but you can help yourself to anything' as the woman finished talking she noticed Amy had been crying. 'Are you o.k. dear' the woman said softly to Amy. Amy explained to the woman about peter and how he was mean to her. 'Oh boy's are sometime mean and horrible on the outside but its just to cover up how scared they are of being soft on the inside, they don't want people to make fun of them' the woman then said 'Why don't you have a look and see if there anything you might like' with that the woman walked back toward the house and turned and waved.

'Ah, look at this Amy' Janet said as she produced something from under the piles of boys stuff. Excitedly Amy jumped up and down trying to see what her mummy had found 'What is it mummy' Amy exclaimed. With a big smile on Janet's face she held out a plastic full size doll's head with plastic fingers just under her chin, as if the doll was looking over something. Janet opened the tray at the bottom and Amy could see an array of lipsticks, foundation's, eye shadows and blush's even earring and necklaces. Amy's face light up with glee.

Amy ran to her room as soon as they arrived home to play with her new doll. As she opened her door Peter stood in his bedroom doorway with a smirk on his face as he glared at Amy's new doll. 'Don't you touch her' snapped Amy reading Peter's mind and the plan he was hatching to destroy her new prize. Placing the doll down on vanity table Amy promised the doll she would not let Peter touch her and a single tear ran down her face because she knew it wasn't a promise she could keep. As her tear fell from her face she whispered a wish 'I wish peter would never make me unhappy…….again'.

As her tear splashed on to the doll its eye's light up and the doll giggled 'My name Emily what's your? Amy sat back in shock that the doll could speak 'A.A.Amy' she stuttered

'Would you like to play 'said the doll with girlie giggle.

'I didn't know you could talk Emily' Amy now a little more relaxed 'I can do lots of things Amy, would you help me with my make up?' Amy now smiling settled down for the afternoon happily playing with Emily. Mum was downstairs starting to fixing dinner when a small thought ran across her mind, it was quiet a little too quiet. As she made her way upstairs she could hear voices coming from Amy's room she quietly made her way to Amy's door and hear two little girls voices as she opened the door she saw Amy dressed in her prettiest dress still playing with her new doll. 'Come on sweetheart, dinner nearly ready' mum said with a smile, it's been a while since I saw her so happy the mum thought. Amy jumped up and gave her mummy a big cuddle 'thank you for Emily' Amy whispered. Amy went to wash her hands for dinner and left mum in her room. Emily?? Mum thought as she made her way over to the doll, as she looked at Emily the dolls eyes began to swirl with flash's of yellow and green and then a soft voice came from the doll 'Hi im Emily, im Amy friend and I want to make her happy, don't you???'.

Mum left Amy bedroom to finish preparing lunch and shout to Peter's door 'Peter get yourself ready lunch in 20 minutes'. Peter still anger from the punishment he had received earlier stomped to the out of his bedroom and saw Amy's bedroom door was open . Like a lighting bolt the plan he had hatched earlier came back to him and with a sinister smile on his face crept into Amy's room. There on the vanity table was his target Amy's now prized doll. Stopping every few steps to listen for creaking stairs peter made his way over to Emily picking her up readying himself to destroy his latest victim when Emily's eyes started to swirl and green and yellow flashes lighten up Peter's eyes.'Hi im Emily what's your name???' the doll giggled. Peter was taken back by the question he had just been asked and lowered the doll. 'P.P.P.Peter' he spluttered, the doll the giggled again and said 'that's not your name silly, your name is Susan' Peter was frozen to the spot by Emily's swirling eyes but before he could answer Emily broke the silence 'Lets play a game Susan. But first you need to put on some play clothes'.

Amy and mum sat at the dinner table getting ready to eat, they didn't wait for Peter as their could hear him coming down the stairs. Their both turned to see Peter standing in the doorway, Peter looked back at them what seemed to be an eternity on to be broken by Amy's giggles, their mums stared from top to bottom of her son who was now wear pink hair clips in his short hair, purple eye shadow, smeared pink lipstick which matched his equally smudged nail vanish and one of Amy's pink party dresses that was so short she could easily see Peter was wearing a pair Amy' pink panties with lace trim around the leg's holes. Peter's cheeks started to burn with embarrassment and the feeling spread down through his body. Amy's giggles turn to full out laughter as she pointed between his legs and with baby tones said 'Ah poor ickle girl is all upset she's peed her panties'. As their mum looked down, Peter bent forward to see steady drips of urine coming from his straining panties. With a stern face their mother got up and put a towel over the empty chair at the dinner table. 'Don't worry sweetie, it's only a little accident we'll clean you up after some din dins' his mother gentle said to him as see guided him to his padded seat. Peter cringed up as he sat down feeling his wet bottom; Amy's continue to giggle throughout the meal 'Sit up nicely sweetie there a good girl and after we clean you up you and Amy can go and play nicely' said mum, Peter was nearly in tears as he answered her 'Yeath mummy' and then sat bolt upright at her command.

As Peter and Amy were finishing their meal their mother returned to the kitchen with a flannel and a clean pair of Amy's panties. Peter saw her out of the corner of his eye but continued eating his food slowly. 'Good girl Amy, you can go and get some toys and bring them to the living room' mum praised Amy as she walked toward Peter. Without a word Mum turned Peter around and out of his seat and then dropped his wet panties down his legs and wiped him clean with the flannel as if in one movement and then pulled up his legs the clean underwear. 'There that better isn't it sweetie' not waiting for an answer she patted his lace cover bottom and ushered him into the living room where Amy was sitting on the floor surround by dolls with Emily next to her on the table.

'Now' mum ordered 'Amy can you show Peter how to play nicely please, I've just got to pop up stairs for a while' and with that their mum went upstairs leaving Amy with her now sissy brother. Still giggling Amy picked up a doll and handed it to Peter 'First we have to name our dollies, her name is Lucy, what your name' Amy stared at her brother with a smile from ear to ear waiting for an answer. Peter stuttered 'p.p.p.' and then saw Emily over Amy's shoulder and her eyes swirling 'Thuthanne' he nearly shouted with a broad smile growing across his face. 'Oh that's a lovely name Susan, I'm going to love playing dollies with you' Amy gloated.

After a few hours Mum returned to the living room to find Amy and Peter still playing with the assorted dolls. 'Amy would you like to come shopping with me' Amy jump at the chance to go with her mum. 'Peter' 'Susan' Amy said interrupting her mum 'Oh I'm sorry, Susan come into the kitchen I have some thing from you' his mother said. Standing straight up and skipping behind his mother Peter ground to a halt as his mother turn to reveal a black dress with white lace around the edges a matching cap and black heeled shoes. 'While we are out Susan you will wear this and clean the house do you understand young lady' the tone of his mothers voice sent chills through him 'Yeath Mummy' he replied 'and when you wear this you will answer to us as Mrs Richards and Miss Amy is that clear?'. Now standing to attention 'Yes Mrs Richards' was all peter could say. Wiping the bodged makeup job off his face Mrs Richards pulled off the party dress he was wearing and slipped the maid uniform over his head and zipped him up. As she roughly attached the dainty cap on his head she muttered 'Stupid short hair' to herself he felt himself step into the 3inch heels which raised up to just below his mothers eye level. 'There that's better isn't it Susan' his mother voice still sent fear through him said. 'Yes Mrs Richards, Thank you Mrs Richards and May I start my chores now Mrs Richards' Peter bobbed up and down at each statement he made. He didn't know why he was speaking this way he just knew that it was how he was supposed to. 'Yes Susan, start in the kitchen and work your way round the house until you get to my sons old room then you'll find some boxes, I want you to pack up all his old things and put them in the garage do you understand' the stern voice of his mother demanded. 'Yes Mrs Richards, Straight away Mrs Richards' Peter said curtseying and sounding almost excited to start his chores.

As peter scrubbed away at his chores when he finished a room and move to the next, while repeating to himself 'Mrs Richards will be pleased with me and I wonder what game Miss Amy will let me play if I'm a good girl'. As he entered the living room Peter saw Emily's eye swirling and he stepped back as if someone had slapped him. 'Hello Susan' said a familiar voice, Peter blinked repeated for a few seconds and looked around the room and then realised the voice was coming from the doll. 'Why are you calling me Susan, What's happened, why am I dressing like this, who are you…'peter was stopped halfway through by a girlish giggle from the doll. 'Who would of thought you had so many thoughts in that pretty little head of yours' the doll giggled as her eye swirled slowly and the memories of the days events came back to peter. 'Oh my god , my mum and sister think I want to be a little sissy' exclaimed peter. The giggles broke peter stare as he cringed at each second he had play with his sisters dolls, 'Oh your more than a sissy Susan, from now on your Amy's dolly and your mother maid or wht ever they want you to be'.

Peter's heart pounded in his chest 'no my mum won't do this to me' he screamed, with the dolls giggles continuing she said' She already has with a little help from me but Amy didn't need any help she wants you to be her dolly and she want peter to know what's happening to him from now on'. Peter then heard the front door opening and the two female returning. 'It looks like you have done a good job Susan you can now take these bags upstairs to Amy's room and play'. Peter now angry with what the doll had told him felt the rage build up inside him and readied himself to scream at both of them and then he curtsied politely and said 'Yes Mrs Richards' and then pick up all the bags daintily followed behind Amy to her bedroom.

'You can take those horrible work clothes off now Susan' ordered Amy 'Thank you Miss Amy' Peter squeaked. Peter now with tears rolling down his face as he was unable to express himself in anyway Amy turned to him and said 'Arrh is Suzie a ickle cry baby '. Amy rummaged through one of the bags and present Peter with a nappy to wear. Peter took the nappy in stunned silence and without think removed the panties he was wearing and replace them with the nappy 'Fank oou Amy' Peter squeaked. Amy giggled as she ushered peter to sit down on the floor 'Here you are Suzie I've got some more things for you, you must be hungry after working so hard to be a good girl' Amy then produce a jar of baby food and a spoon Peter tried to reach for the spoon but his arms only flapped around at his side. Amy giggled at the sight of her brother now sitting in a nappy getting excited to be feed she tied a large pink bib around his neck 'There i bet you love your pink bunny bib don't you Suzie' Peter's angry started to well up inside him he felt himself on the verge of exploding at being treated so humiliatingly by his younger sister. His feelings grew as Amy shovelled the baby food into his mouth not being able to swallow fast enough the food oozed out of the corner of his mouth Amy happily scooped it up with the spoon and replace it into Peters mouth all the time speaking baby talk to him.

As Amy finished feeding Peter the jar of food their mum appeared over Amy's shoulder and handed something to Amy which made her jump up and down in excitement. As Amy turn to Peter, he saw she was holding a large baby's bottle full of milk and he could not contain he's anger any more inside his mind he pushed with all his might hoping to break through and get Amy to stop treating him this way. Peter opened his eyes and saw Amy and his mum looking at him with puzzled faces which slowly turned to smiles, Peter didn't understand why they where smiling until he felt a strong stomach cramp followed by a warm sensation in his nappy he felt the need to lean forward and as he did he realised that he had just soiled his nappy for the first time. Amy clapped her hands together and turned to her mum and said 'Oh mummy Suzie's much better than the other dolls I've had, I can't wait to show her off to my friends tomorrow!'

To be continued……..

  

  

  

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