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Zoe's Girl Chapter Four - Punishment
"So you did lie to me?" Karen asked her son. She'd overheard his
recollection that he indeed did ask to be shown what it was like being a
girl. He'd expressly told her he hadn't wanted to know and that his
being dressed up in girl's clothing was not a form of experimentation.
"I forgot Momma," Martin plead his case to his mother. "I didn't
remember because of Zoe's medication in my Kool-Aid."
"And just how did you accidentally give Martie the wrong glass, Zoe?"
Pamela asked her daughter.
"I don't know. I thought I put it on the left." She contorted her face
as she tried to visualize what she was doing at the time she'd poured
the Kool-Aid. "Since I am left-handed I thought it'd be easy to
remember," she recalled.
"Apparently it wasn't." Pamela replied, flatly.
"I almost got to the stairs when the phone rang." Zoe continued
seemingly without notice to her mother's sarcasm. "And I set the tray
down on the coffee table and got the phone. I was on a few minutes
trying to shut a telemarketer up, I eventually hung up on him."
"Zoe! That is not polite behavior for a young lady!" Her mother chided
her, interrupting to do so.
"I'm sorry Momma but he wouldn't take no for an answer when I told him
you and Daddy were both out. He kept insisting I get an adult and kept
trying to tell me about the great time share deal he had to offer. I got
mad. I'm sorry." Zoe felt she had to defend herself. The telemarketer
really was more than a nuisance, he had been downright rude and all but
blatantly accused her of lying to him about being home alone. Zoe,
feeling better about the hang-up decided to continue her story, "After I
hung up I came back to the table, and... Oh my gawd!" She gasped.
"What?" Karen asked.
"I put the tray down from that side of the table." She pointed to the
front door. "I picked it up coming from this way." She motioned towards
the family room and kitchen area where the phone was. "I totally forgot
that left isn't left on the other side of the room. I basically turned
the tray around and didn't even realize it." Her eyes got wide and her
face sullen. "I'm sorry, again, Martie."
"Zoe, I already told you I forgive you so quit apologizing," Martin
said. "Besides I wasn't hurt."
"You're going to be when your father finds out you were dressed like a
little girl before you were drugged," his mother said. "Speaking of your
father, I'd better call home and see if he is there."
"Momma, please don't tell him about me!" Martin begged.
"Hush!" his mother scolded him. "What I tell your father is between me
and him. You don't make those decisions, and he will find out eventually
anyway. But don't worry it's not the kind of thing I plan on telling him
over the phone. Besides you've not given me a straight answer for all
this as it is, so what would I tell him? Other than that you're in a
different dress now?" The stern look she gave him was more than enough
to keep him quiet.
Karen walked into the other room and got the phone. Her muffled voice
was low and the other couldn't hear what she was saying. Her tone
sounded serious at times, almost grim at others, but ended on a lighter,
almost cheery, note. However, her facial expression deflated any growing
hopes Martin had for a good resolution to the conversation.
"Well, was he mad?" Martin managed to say after a few moments, just
after his mother had sat down.
"Yes and no," she said. "Before you worry about your father, why don't
you start at the beginning, since you remember it now." She had a
sarcastic bite to the end of her statement that made Martin feel like
she'd believed he'd lied to her earlier. Somehow he'd have to earn her
trust back so that she would understand that he hadn't.
"I did say I wondered what it was like to be a girl. Zoe offered to show
me some of it by teaching me about girls' clothes." Martin said starting
slowly as if he had to fight his tongue to make the words. "And I went
along with everything she said. It was the make-up that did it though. I
saw my face the first time and almost didn't recognize myself."
"Make up?" Pamela asked, looking at Zoe. "You didn't get into mine, did
you, young lady?"
"Just a little bit," Zoe sheepishly replied.
"Zoe!" Her mother said sternly. "You know you're not allowed in my
things! Don't think that Martie will be the only one punished for this
whole fiasco."
"Yes ma'am," Zoe meekly replied.
"So you wanted to know what it felt like to be a girl, eh?" Karen said,
gently prodding her son's face upward by pushing on the bottom of his
chin.
"Momma?" He barely got the word out, her tone told him something was
about to go very bad for him.
"Don't give me that innocent little girl routine," Karen said sharply.
"You're going to get that chance later, for now you can play the
apologetic little girl."
"Karen?" Pamela thought she knew where this was going but wanted to be
sure. "Are you sure you want to do it this way?"
"They are," she replied, pointing at their children. "And, besides, how
better to teach these two a lesson if they can't get out of what they
started whenever they want?" She turned her attention to Martin. "You,
young lady," she emphasized lady with a strong sarcastic twist that made
Martin sure he knew that he was who she was talking to, "will be a
little girl, just like you wanted to be, from sun up to sun up."
"You mean sun up to sun down, don't you?" Zoe asked, not getting the
'entire day' meaning Karen was trying to convey. Martin cringed out of
the corner of her eye and she regretted interjecting herself into the
dishing out of punishment immediately.
"Zoe Renee!" Pamela snapped. "You do not interrupt adults when they are
speaking. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," she dropped her head in pure reflexive motion as she took
her scolding. "I'm sorry Mrs. Stephens."
"Apology accepted dear." Karen said to Zoe before returning to her son.
"Martie, yes Martie, you will be a good little girl or else I will
extend your punishment. As it is, you're going to have it rough tonight
anyway so you'd best behave and not make this linger. You got that?"
"Yes Momma," Martin said. "Momma?"
"What?"
"How long do I have to do this?" He asked.
"Well, that depends on what you and Zoe and her friends did in your
room." Karen looked at Zoe. "You replaced everything of his boy's
clothing?"
"Yes ma'am," Zoe said.
"Zoe!" Her mother couldn't believe she'd done that. Somehow it seemed so
very wrong and ill-behaved to even consider doing something like that.
"What did you do with his clothes?"
"Jenn and Kristen took them to their houses," Zoe said after a slight
delay. "They both have basement bedrooms and can stash things easily."
"Really? I think that they may have less ease doing that after tonight,"
Pamela said.
"Momma, please don't tell their mothers!" Zoe begged. "I asked them to
do it. Let me call them and get the stuff back."
"It's alright Pam," Karen said. "Let's call their mothers but not to
tell them of a conspiracy, at least not so negatively. There is a good
side to Martie's things being inaccessible. She can't cheat," she said
the word 'she' with the same twist she'd used on 'lady' earlier.
"Zoe, how much clothing did you put into Martie's room?" Karen asked.
"Tons." She motioned with her arms and widened her eyes, momentarily
forgetting that this was not a happy moment. "We put lots of everything
in there. It's as if a little girl had been living there for years," she
said gleefully. It took less than two seconds for her to realize her
tone and recognize the pained expression on Martin's face.
"Thanks," Martin said.
"You should thank her," Karen said. "You'll be a girl for two days for
every day I could fully clothe you without doing laundry. So if there
are enough clothes in there to dress you from inside out, head to toe,
as a girl for 10 days you'll be a girl for 20. Get it?"
"Yes Momma," Martin said.
"Wow, you're gonna be a girl like forever," Zoe said softly to Martin.
"We put like tons of things in your dresser."
"Forever?" Karen said. Zoe's eyes went wide, aware that her soft whisper
wasn't so low that their parents couldn't hear it.
"Not literally, but there are a lots of underwear and tights and
things." Zoe explained. "I'd say two or three weeks worth," she looked
upward as if counting something floating over her head.
"Three weeks?!" Martin said shocked. "I can't be a girl that long!"
"You won't be," Pamela said. For a moment the boy looked suddenly
calmed, but that bubble of relief was about to burst. "You'll be a girl
for six weeks, remember two-for-one?" She smiled, as widely as Karen
was, when Martin slumped back onto the couch like his legs just quit
working.
"Six weeks!" he whispered in shock. "Momma, I'll miss the try-outs for
football!"
"Well you should have thought about that before you did this," Karen
replied. "Besides, that is five weeks away. Zoe could be over-
estimating."
"You'd better be," Martin said to her.
"I don't know," Zoe said. "I don't think any of us four ever counted."
"Four?" Karen asked.
"Yes, Jenn and Kristen, Martin and I," Zoe answered.
"Martie helped?" Pamela asked, rhetorically. "Now, that's what I call
irony."
"It isn't funny," Martin said.
"Your father doesn't think so either," Karen said. "But he is the one
that came up with this punishment."
"Dad knows!" Martin exclaimed.
"Daddy, Martie," Zoe corrected him. "Girls always call their fathers
Daddy."
"Zoe!" Martin snapped at her.
"Martie Iris Stephens!" He snapped his head towards his mother as she
ripped out his entire name. "You will not be a rude little girl, do you
hear me? I didn't raise you to be so disrespectful! You best mind your
manners or days will be added to your punishment!" She paused. "Now,
apologize to Zoe. She was trying to help you. You'd do well to listen to
her advice too."
"I'm sorry Zoe. I didn't mean to yell at you like that," Martin said,
looking directly at her.
"It's okay, I think I understand." Zoe could see he wanted to cry. She
couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This was obviously far more than
anyone could have expected for this wind up going.
"The other thing you have to do," Karen started again, "is to go home
and explain this to your father. But, you have to go back wearing the
same thing you came over here in."
"I have to face Daddy dressed in that really uncomfortable frilly
dress?" Martin asked.
"Yes, sweetheart."
"Okay. Zoe?" Martin looked at her, obviously asking for help.
"Sure, I'll help you get changed. The dress has that tricky bow thing to
tie in the back," she added the latter statement in explanation to their
mothers, whether or not they needed any justification for Zoe to
accompany Martie upstairs.
"Go on," Pamela said. "We'll discuss your punishment later, Zoe." Her
words chased the kids out of the room.
"Well, this will be," Karen delayed, "interesting," she found something
suitable for what she was thinking.
"Did Robert really come up with that punishment?" Pamela asked. "Seems
awfully out there for him to dream up, as homophobic and 'boy equals
brawns'" She mocked a brutish tone and depth of voice, "For him to even
suggest putting his son in panties and dresses."
"Well, he did suggest it." Karen said, he face slowly showing a sly
grin. "After I all but gave him the idea and baited him into thinking it
up."
"Crafty as always," Pamela said, laughing.
"We women need to be, eh?" Karen jested.
"That we do. That we do."
The two 'girls' came downstairs nearly fifteen minutes later. Martie's
hair had been done up into two pigtails, and he was, once again, wearing
the knee-high socks with the lace trim. His hair, normally straight and
hanging to the upper-mid back, only reached to the shoulders as the
pigtails came out from the head high on the crown and bounced about with
every move he made.
"These are the same knee-highs Martie had on earlier, aren't they?" Zoe
asked. "And I did her hair up in a cute style I like."
"Do you have any ribbons?" Pamela asked.
"Yes Momma," she answered dutifully.
"Please get some pink ones to match Martie's outfit," Karen added.
"Yes, ma'am." Zoe ran back upstairs.
"Momma, do I have to do this?" Martie whined.
"Yes, and stop whining," she replied. "Remember, be a good girl or else
I add on more days that you have to be a girl."
"Yes Momma," he said sounding defeated.
A few moments later Zoe reappeared with the thin ribbons, both cotton-
candy pink. She handed them to Karen who tied them into bows at the top
of the pigtails. She made sure to intertwine the long tails of the
ribbons into the pigtails tails.
"Well that about does it," Karen said, stepping back and making Martie
spin around for her to examine. "I guess it's about time to get you home
to talk to Daddy."
Martie's expression was that a person expecting something bad. "Do I
have to?" he asked, more pleading than asking.
"Yes, you do," Karen said to her son. "And a little girl should be
excited to see her Daddy, especially such a daddy's girl that would
advertise it with a shirt like yours," she poked Martie's chest gently,
drawing his attention to the "Daddy's Little Princess" printed on the
front of the shirt.
Martie groaned, remembering what it said, and guessing what his dad
would say when he got home. "Momma," Martie said, after a thoughtful
pause. "Let's just go home and get this over with." His face was down-
cast and he was sliding one foot meekly around dragging the toe across
the carpet carelessly.
"Okay sweetheart," Karen said, putting an arm around Martie. "Let's go
home."
Karen said their good-byes and Pamela walked them to the door. "If you
need anything," she offered, Karen nodded in understanding.
"Martie," Zoe meekly spoke up, Martie turned and looked back at her.
"Call me."
"I will," Martie softly replied, before turning back to the world
outside dreading the conversation to come when he got home. "I will,
Zoe. Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome," Zoe said, surprised that Martie had thanked her. "If
you need anything, and I mean anything, literally."
"Okay," Martie said, just loud enough for Zoe to hear, without turning
around.
"Martie, darling," Karen said, as the two made the corner, "I will be
right there beside you the entire time you're talking with your father.
At least until I know you two will be okay alone. It will be okay. I
promise," she grabbed his hand, taking his arm under hers.
End of Chapter Four
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