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Adriana's Addictions by SissyKimmy1 Session One: The Doll The tall, beautiful woman dressed casually in jeans and a tight shirt smiled and accepted the cash from the mother and winked slyly towards the daughter. "So it's settled then, your stupid bully brother will become the perfect bullying victim, a huge sissy fag." The daughter, Aileen, smiled at her mother. She was a beautiful girl, thin and attractive with long brunette hair. "Oh, thank you so much. This will be so good for him in the end." The mother, Alexis, an older and a bit plumper but still attractive black haired woman responded quickly. "I don't care if it's good for him or not. He's messed up for the last time. As long as this puts him in his place and keeps him from causing any more trouble I'll be happy. I don't care how you do it, Lucinda." The tall blonde woman nodded. "He won't cause any more problems. I'm just so sorry I'm not set up to alter his appearance yet. Moving in all my new equipment has been hell. I was out of business to reevaluate and perfect my methods for quite a while. You saw the pictures of my previous projects, right?" Aileen responded with a shrug, "Didn't get a chance to, but I don't want to alter his appearance that much anyway. I'm sure you can handle whatever will be necessary. Until he gets what's coming to him I don't want him to look that girly anyway. If he wants to change after that it will be up to him." Alexis nodded, "If they just see him as a pretty little girl no one will want to bully him, they look so helpless and cute and could never be a threat worth bothering with." Lucinda looked towards the window and sighed heavily, she spoke softly under her breath, "...she did look so helpless." Alexis inquired, "What was that?" Lucinda shrugged and regained her jovial mood. "Oh, nothing, just thinking of one of my other recent cases. Yes, for this one only subtle changes. Slow and steady I'll destroy his ego and his male mind, take him down peg by peg. His sissification will be all in his head, no changes to his appearance until he comes to you and begs for them. We'll start him off with a dolly." The mother and the daughter looked at the other woman with blank faces wondering how the bullying brother would possibly react when offered a doll. Lucinda laughed. "Just bring him to me for a session, trick him if you have to. I'll make sure he wants to come back. Let me explain how it will work...." Rocco never remembered the Doctor's appointment his mother took him to in late December, but it certainly changed his life. The boy, Rocco, was black haired and muscular. He was not too tall but not too short, and he had a very handsome face the girls loved. Rocco was very happy with the Christmas gifts he had received so far. A PS3 and two of the games he had asked for, he was planning to give his mother a hard time later for not getting the third, but another gift ended up taking up all of his attention. Despite his current excitement, the game console wouldn't even be opened. All his sister had gotten were some new clothes. From his perspective it was obvious who was top dog around this house. She didn't look bothered at all though. When he tried to needle her about it she just looked at him and smiled. "Mother got me a secret gift. Maybe I'll tell you about it some day." The girl peaked under the tree. There was another gift there the boy hadn't noticed. It was wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper with a huge white bow. It looked like something for the girl, but when she looked at the label she exclaimed, "Oh, this one is for you too Rocco, what could it be?" The boy took the package and scratched his head. The gift said, "To: Rocco. From: Mommy and Aileen." It was a strange choice of wrapping paper, but a gift is a gift. The boy tore apart the wrapping and stared at the gift, transfixed. It was an "American Girl" doll. The box said her name was Ruthie. She wore a floral purple dress with puffed sleeves, frilly light blue socks with black Mary Jane shoes, and a purple hairbow. She had wavy, dark brown hair. There was also a book in the box that said it told the story of a girl named Ruthie growing up during the Great Depression. Aileen giggled a bit at her brother's strange reaction to the gift. Alexis spoke, "Oh, we must have put the wrong label on that one. That is for your baby cousin, Tammy. Her birthday is right after Christmas. We can wrap it back up before we send it to her." Rocco still stared admiringly at the gift. Aileen giggled some more. "It looks like he really wants it though. We don't want to disappoint him on Christmas, let him keep it if he wants. I think it's cute he wants to play with dolls. Maybe it will help him stop pretending to be such a tough guy." Rocco glared at his sister angrily, his gaze finally torn from the doll. "I don't want to play with any stupid doll and I'm not pretending anything. You know that as well as anyone. I was just trying to figure out why the hell you would give me one. You're stupid, I'm gonna go set up my PS3." He picked up the box with the console and and took it up to his room. The girls noticed he had completely forgotten to bring the games. When he got upstairs he angrily dropped the box he was carrying and laid down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. He couldn't explain it, it made no sense, but he WANTED THAT DOLL. He had no idea why he wanted it, or what he would do with it when he got it, but he spent the rest of the day plotting a way to get it without alerting them that it was gone and thinking up ways to hide it so they didn't know he was the one who had it. The next day his mother gave him exactly the opportunity he was looking for. She ordered him to take the newly wrapped doll and a few other stray gifts over to the post office. It was simple to send away the rest and sneak the doll back to the house. He would just claim it must have gotten lost in the mail when it never arrived. He sat on his bed with the newly opened package in front of him. He felt so giddy he thought he might faint. For some reason he couldn't even begin to explain, he felt a little aroused. He carefully removed the doll from its package and held it in his arms. An overwhelming sense of joy enveloped him, he smiled at the doll in thoughtless glee. At that very moment his sister barged into his room. She started to giggle, it developed into raucous laughter in his direction. "I KNEW you wanted it. Mom come look!" Almost as if she had been waiting just outside of the room Alexis quickly followed Aileen and joined in her laughter in the boy's direction. Aileen chanted, "Rocco loves Ruthie! Rocco loves Ruthie! Rocco and Ruthie, sitting in a tree..." The boy tossed the doll across the room in anger. "I don't want any stupid doll, I just forgot to mail it." His mother rolled her eyes and spoke condescendingly, "Oh, of course my big strong son doesn't like dolls. We were just having fun with you," She picked up the doll and handed it to Aileen. "Anyway, I guess it's too late to send it to Tammy. You can have it Aileen." "Oh mother," she replied, "I'm too old for dolls, but I really think Rocco likes this one so I won't throw it away. I'll keep her in my room, and if Rocco does want her he can just come ask for her. If not, we can give her to Tammy next year." Alexis nodded. "Well, that should make everyone happy!" It didn't make Rocco happy at all. They didn't miss his covetous glare as Aileen put the doll back in her box and left the room. They both knew it was only a matter of time before he would make his move. Rocco wasn't himself once he got back to school. That is to say, he wasn't completely ignoring his studies to go harass and torture his fellow students. He sat around all day thinking and plotting some way to get his doll without having to humiliate himself by telling his younger sister he actually wanted to play with it. Every day he waited made the longing worse and worse. He couldn't concentrate on anything, his body felt weird like there was an itch he didn't know how to scratch, and he was irritable and lost his temper even more quickly than usual. After a while the craving finally overwhelmed him. In the middle of the night he snuck into his sister's room with a small flashlight. The doll was nowhere to be found. He looked around frantically but he couldn't find it. He muttered curses under his breath. He had no idea why he even wanted the damn thing in the first place but now he was desperately searching in the dark for it. Suddenly the light clicked on. Aileen was smiling in his direction from her bed. Wide awake. She held the box containing the doll in her arms. "Are you looking for something, Rocco? Whatever could that be?" she asked in feigned ignorance. He moaned in frustration and humiliation. The urge he felt was overwhelming. As much as his logical mind screamed no, the urge he felt worked outside of reason. It was becoming literally painful in his own head, and somehow he knew there was only one cure, no matter what the admission cost him. "Rocco, do you have something to ask me?" his sister inquired. The boy walked over to the side of her bed, head bowed. He began to speak, "Aile..." She glanced over at the webcam on her computer, making sure the record light was on. "Wait, why don't you kneel beside the bed? I'll be able to hear you better." The boy groaned at the additional indignity but obeyed. "Aileen, I really want that doll. I don't know why but I want it. Please can I have it?" She laughed right in his face. "I don't get it, why do you want to play with dolls all of a sudden? What happened to my big brother the tough guy bully?" He screamed at her in frustration, "JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THE DOLL YOU EMBARRASSED ME ENOUGH." She giggled at her brother, kneeling before her and begging for a little girl's doll but still trying to act like a tough guy. She made the decision right then to send Lucinda a pleasant "Thank You" note. "No, you can't have it. It's mine. I won't let a big tough guy like you humiliate himself like this. So you have some weird dolly obsession, big deal, get over it tough guy." She waved her hand at the door. "Go to bed." His face looked panic stricken, he was almost ready to cry. The girl fought hard to keep a straight face before continuing. "Unless of course...you aren't really a tough guy after all...maybe secretly you're a little sissy. If that is what you are, it would be cruel of me to keep you from a doll you really like. What kind of sister would I be? So, who are you?" The boy mumbled something under his breath. "Now just give me the doll." "I didn't hear that first part." His blushing was priceless, the girl couldn't wait to watch this moment over and over again. He repeated his shameful admission, in a clear voice this time, "I'm a little sissy and I want my dolly, give it to me." Aileen smiled pleasantly and offered some mocking claps. "I'm so happy you're finally ending that charade. But Rocco is no name for a little sissy boy, that is a name for a man. We need to give you a new name, don't you think? At least for between the two of us here at home. I won't let your friends know about your secret." Aileen moved the box with the doll closer to his reach, he saw his goal was close and was willing to agree to just about anything. She went on, "Don't you think that's a good idea...Adriana?" Defeated, he submissively nodded at the suggestion. "Yes, call me whatever you want, just give me the doll now, please." She handed the box to him, he ran out of the room crying at his humiliation but immediately felt better as he freed his doll again from the box. He hugged the doll and smiled. He went to sleep with the doll in his arms. His mother and sister peeked in that morning, the doll was still in his arms and a huge smile was on his face even in his sleep. The symptoms of his urges, the itch he couldn't scratch and the irritation and the longing vanished the moment he held the doll in his arms. He would never be able to go more than a day or two without it from now on, and his humbling journey was just beginning. Adriana was born. Over the next few weeks with his urge temporarily satisfied he was able to get back to being himself a bit more. He went back to bullying and harassing the other students, who had hoped he was finally starting to grow out of it. Instead, he made up for lost time and was worse than ever. Rocco was over-compensating for his secret hobby. He sought out the weakest and most effeminate boys and tormented them, taking out his own rage at himself for spending his evenings cuddling with a doll meant for a little girl to satisfy his unexplainable needs. A boy named Bill who he had bullied many times before got the worst of it. Bill was handsome and generally well liked but he was also shy and openly gay. He had brown hair and green eyes and always wore stylish clothes. Rocco went out of his way to hunt him down and punch him in the stomach at least once a day. It made him feel better about himself to know that playing with a doll didn't mean he still couldn't kick somebody's ass. This catharsis couldn't last. He started to need to play with the doll more and more frequently and for longer periods of time. At first he had merely slept with the doll in his arms and played with it before bed. A few weeks later, he had to spend time with Ruthie for at least a little bit as soon as he got home from school. Eventually, it got to the point where he could barely put it down to have dinner with his family. He was used to daydreaming in class, usually about a girl or a plan to harass someone after school. Now he would just think about the doll. One time, he sat in particularly boring class and started to think about Ruthie. He wanted to brush or comb her beautiful brown hair. It was getting tangled and messy. How do you straighten doll hair? He would have to ask his mother, that would be fun. He sighed and stared out the window. Her dress was so pretty. Should he buy her a new one? Thinking about her made the itch to play with her more pressing, while at the same time the indulgence of it helped him cope with the urges. It was a paradox. Thinking about her made the pain worse and better at the same time. School would be over soon. He started to consider different types of dresses he could buy for her, she would look good in green or maybe... "ROCCO!" a man's voice yelled. He looked up. The teacher and the entire class were starring at him. His hands cupping his chin as he stared out the window with a goofy, wistful smile on his face. "Uhh sorry...I was daydreaming," he explained. "A girl again?" the teacher replied. "Uhh yeah." The entire class laughed. Rocco's face was bright red. It could be worse, they could know what he was really daydreaming about. During the day every minute was a struggle. The clock moved with monumental slowness. His hands and feet would tingle, he would sweat, his stomach would cramp, and his head would ache. He couldn't focus on class, not that he cared to that much, and he certainly couldn't fight or bully. His victims noticed his obvious distraction but didn't particularly care, as long as he was leaving them alone it was a good development. There was only one solution. He started to bring the doll to school with him, always hidden carefully in his bag. Just having it close lessened his symptoms but when necessary he would sneak a quick cuddle in a restroom stall to satiate his urges, but sometimes he would find himself unable to put the doll down. He would lose track of time like he was in a trance. He would hear the door to the restroom open and find himself combing the dolls hair and having to quickly return it to its hiding place before someone became suspicious. His head was now clear during the school day as long as he took his "breaks" in the stall, but he could not go back to being a bully. He had to focus all his effort on protecting the secret in the bag. He couldn't put it down to fight, or one of his many enemies might think it would be a good idea to mess with him by running off with his stuff. He tried to put up a facade and intimidate people without fighting, but it was clear he was acting much more cautious and reserved than he used to. He turned down opportunities to harass others he never would have before. Like predators in the wild the other wannabe bullies started to notice his weakness, his former victims as well. They all wanted a chance for revenge. One day, on his way home from school the disaster he had been fearing finally struck. He had been walking home with Aileen lately. She did tease him a little bit about his new hobby but she had kept her word and not told anyone. He figured if he had to fight he could make her take his bag and leave him to it. She wasn't with him that day. A group of other boys surrounded him on the street with a few girls on the edges of the group observing the fun. "So Rocco, what have you been up to lately?" The circle around him drew in closer as the leader, Tony, spoke. "You've been holding on to your bag pretty tight, so what are you hiding?" another asked. Rocco growled, "It's none of your business. I've decided I've picked on you guys enough, you aren't worth the trouble." Tony laughed, "Oh really? Well let's just see how much trouble we can be." They charged him simultaneously. In a movie when this kind of thing happened they would stay in a circle and try and fight you one on one. He could have taken any of them that way, but no one can win five on one. He got in a few hits and did some damage, but he was quickly held down being kicked and punched. Rocco began to cry publicly for the first time he could remember. Not because of the pain, as someone who liked to fight he had taken his fair share of beatings before, but because of what he knew was about to come next. "Oh my God! THIS is what he was so protective over? I thought he was selling pot or something. It's a...doll?" They all turned to look down at their now pathetic, crying victim. Rocco desperately tried to find a lie to tell but in his panic messed it all up, "It's Aileen's okay, I was just holding it for her." One of the girls, Tabitha, spoke up and shook her head, "She doesn't play with dolls, Rocco, I've known her a long time." Rocco was in a panic. If he had thought up a better lie he could have found a way out of this, but now he was sunk. They all knew. Their laughter rang in his ears as he cried. One of the other girls spoke, "Rocco plays with dolls!? No wonder he acted so tough, he was hiding his soft side all this time!" Another one, "This must be why he spends all his time at home now, he probably has a bunch of them and has little tea parties! I bet he even sleeps with her! Certainly haven't seen him with any other girlfriends..." Rocco continued to sob. Some of the boys wandered off, the victims who were just there for revenge. They didn't actually like to hurt someone so clearly helpless, they didn't enjoy the suffering. Rocco would certainly never mess with them again and that was enough. The bullies remained and taunted him for a while but eventually got bored with Rocco's lack of resistance in his current state. Rocco got to his feet. Tony still had the doll. Rocco stared at it, but couldn't bring himself to ask for it back. Tony knew what he was thinking. "Jesus, Rocco, what happened to you?" Tony shook his head in derision. He turned to Tabitha. "Do you want it?" Tabitha smiled and nodded. "My little sister has the one that goes with it, she's wanted this one forever. She's gonna love it! Thanks Tony!" More tears welled up in Rocco's eyes, he grabbed his bag and ran off home. When he stormed in bruised and battered and with tears in his eyes Aileen rushed to him and tried to calm him down and get him to explain what happened. He was frantic, the symptoms of his need for the doll were returning and he knew he had no way to make them go away. The itch in his head he couldn't scratch, the pins and needles in his extremities, everything combined to overwhelm him. Aileen knew the situation was bad, she hugged her brother tightly and tried to calm him down. She spoke to him firmly. "Adriana." He was too panicked to even notice the use of his secret name, "I know how you feel about that doll and what you must be going through right now. Your sister IS going to fix this for you. I promise! I will handle it RIGHT NOW with no delay. Go to your room and do your best to try and relax, I'm going to go see Tabitha, okay?" He nodded and held her tightly in the hug. "Thank You, Aileen! Thank you!" She smiled wryly, "Okay, you have to let me go or I can't do it!" He quickly released her from the hug. She left and he went to his room and tried to relax like she said. It was torture. He slammed shut his eyes and curled up on the bed. He shut out everything, refused to acknowledge the pain of his loss, and tried to sleep. Hours later he woke up to a soft hand gently stroking his hair. Aileen handed him his doll. He hugged it and whimpered softly. "Thank you, Aileen. You're so good to me, even after I used to be so mean to you. I'm so sorry, I don't know how exactly or why...but I'm different now. You know that right?" Aileen smiled, "Yeah, I know. I do have to tell you something though..." Rocco sat up, it didn't sound good. He listened intently as she spoke, "When I got over to Tabitha's house she had already given the doll to her little sister, Julia. She's a huge fan of American Girl dolls, Kit Kittredge is her favorite and..." Rocco groaned, having gained an expert knowledge of the line of dolls while trying to diagnose how his obsession started, "...and Ruthie is Kit's best friend! Julia must have been so upset!" Aileen nodded. "It's sweet that you care, you really have changed. I'm sorry, but I couldn't just take the doll back. She made me promise a trade. In exchange for giving it back...you have to go over and have a playdate with Julia every week next month." Rocco looked at his sister in shock, "I...what? Me playing with a little girl? Won't her parents be a bit...majorly freaked out by that idea? Why would she even WANT to play with me?" Aileen shrugged, "Well, I think she's just a bit curious. She's never heard of a teenage boy who likes dolls. But really I just think she figures that since you have the Ruthie and she has the Kit you are just meant to be best friends. Isn't that sweet? Anyway, Tabitha was supposed to babysit her those nights and you'll be taking over instead, we wouldn't tell her parents you were just there to play dolls. You're even gonna be paid. So...Ruthie is back...you have an easy new job where all you have to do is play with dolls which you do for fun anyway...your sister did good, didn't she?" Rocco thought about it for a while and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't see how it could have turned out better, given the circumstances." They hugged again and Aileen left him alone with his doll. She sat in her room by her computer for a long time. She thought about how Rocco was beginning to change. It was clearly for the better, he had clearly learned a lesson. She knew they had done the right thing and they had to keep going, but she stared at the file on her computer, the video of his tearful and humiliating confession. What would be the fun in sharing something like that like she planned? The old Rocco deserved the humiliation, but Adriana would be a genuinely sweet sissy boy. A good friend and sister. The line between sweet Adriana and cruel Rocco was much more thin than she had thought it would be. She couldn't do this to Adriana, he would have enough humiliation as a necessary part of the changes. Tomorrow at school would certainly be humbling for him. She deleted the file. Aileen carried the doll to school for him the next day and from then on. They arranged times to meet where she could pass it off to him so he could satisfy his compulsion. This freed him up to fight to protect himself, but Aileen promised she would stop if he ever started to bully again. People made fun of him for having the doll, but the first person who was bold enough to try and get in his face about it was quickly put in their place. He helped the other boy up and apologized for hurting him in the past. They shook hands and went their separate ways. The violence didn't feel good to Rocco anymore, all he could see was himself on the ground being kicked and humiliated and wanting his doll back, but he knew he had to send a message. Even so he felt bad doing it. Whatever spark he had been born with that made him enjoy dominating and humiliating an unwilling victim was gone now. Later that week, his mother Alexis told him she had arranged to take him to a therapist to try and figure out what had happened to him. He thought this was a great idea. He had a lot he needed to talk about. He looked forward to what he thought was his first session, but was really his second. Alexis and Aileen came with him to support him. The therapist was a very good looking blonde who dressed and acted much more casually than he expected. She told him to call her Lucinda, not even "Dr. Lucinda." He was led in to a typical looking therapists office while Lucinda and his mother and sister talked in the waiting room. They said there was some billing issues to discuss. Aileen spoke up first, "It's all gone perfectly Lucinda, just as you said, Ruthie and Adriana are the best of friends and his attitude has already been adjusted for the better. I almost feel like we could stop here already..." Alexis broke in, "Oh no, you little softy, he hasn't paid for what he's done yet and any changes could only be temporary, isn't that right?" Lucinda nodded, "I'm glad he's progressing well, but he's in a bit of a state of shock right now. If the changes I've implanted aren't reinforced his old self could bubble back up over time. No, we have to move on. And today's session is my favorite part! A boy playing with dolls is weird, but it happens, some boys just have good imaginations and they aren't really all that different from their little action figures anyway. No, the next step is what will truly mark him as a sissy. It marks him more completely than anything else could, but he will still be able to try and keep the secret for a little while at least. Today he learns to be a panty addict!" Lucinda and Alexis smiled brightly, Aileen half-halfheartedly. Lucinda stared at her intently, "You aren't having more second thoughts, are you?" Aileen shrugged, "I just wish there was an easier way. I don't like seeing him hurt, but I know he will be more happy for it in the end." Lucinda nodded, "You can be as nice to him as you want, but you understand he can never know what we are doing to him. I used to tell the subjects, but I've learned that if the subject knows what has happened to them and finds the changes too traumatic the process of mental conditioning may become unstable and in one case in the past that has led to...well...a sub- optimum mental health outcome," she warned vaguely, "Am I clear?" Aileen nodded. Lucinda smiled and returned to her office to begin the next session. Session Two: The Panties Rocco rushed home from school as usual. Even with all the Ruthie breaks he managed to sneak at school it was never enough. A few minutes of cuddling with her would make him feel satisfied for a little while but as the day wore on it just wasn't enough. Every day after school he would sit in his room and play with Ruthie for about an hour before he could tear himself away to do anything else. His mother was becoming quite annoyed with this little ritual. "Rocco!" she screamed, "Go outside and cut the grass!" Rocco groaned, he hadn't had enough time yet. He looked over at the clock. It had been an hour and a half since he'd been home. His obsession was getting worse. He finished braiding Ruthie's hair and admired her new green dress for a few moments. He smiled in pride, the completion of the task rewarding him with a burst of happiness. He went downstairs and Alexis rolled her eyes at her teenage son with his doll still lovingly embraced. "I can't Mom. I need a few more minutes. I had a really bad day." Alexis sneered at him, "So what? You can play with your doll later, or, you know, you could play with that PS3 you never even set up. Do you know how expensive that was?" Aileen entered the kitchen. "I'll do the grass Mom, it's no big deal, he did have a rough one." She went outside and mother and son heard the mower start. Alexis turned to him, "Well, if she's going to do your chores you're going to do hers. Go do the laundry, you can take your little friend with you." Rocco went to the laundry room. There was a load of his laundry that had to go in and some of his mother and sister's that needed to be folded and put away. He loaded his things into the washer and set to work folding, taking frequent breaks to hug Ruthie. He noticed something very odd begin to happen, any time he touched a pair of panties a thrill went through him and he started to develop butterflies in his stomach. There was pair after pair in the laundry, as if they had thrown in all of their panties to be cleaned at once. He stopped to stare at each pair. White cotton with a multicolored floral pattern. Pink satin. A blue thong. Yellow, purple, black. As he folded he started to become more and more uncomfortable with his own underwear. So rough, so boring. He started to itch. He started to sweat. He felt a bit dizzy and out of breath. Frantically he turned to Ruthie and picked her up and hugged her, the feeling subsided a little bit. He picked up a pair of panties and studied them, the uncomfortable feeling subsided even more. He heard a growling behind him, his mother. His heart stopped. What must he look like? A boy clutching at a doll and fondling a pair of panties. "I know THAT look, it's the same one you had when you first saw that stupid toy. You really are turning in to a fag. You aren't going to steal my panties you little pervert. Put them down, right now." He felt like crying at her harsh words and angry tone but did as he was told. "I DON'T want to wear panties Mom. I was just checking them to make sure they were clean." She frowned at him. "I know what I saw and I know what you're turning in to. I'm going to the store to get you your own panties, you can't wear mine." "Mom, no, don't do that..." "Shut up, Adriana." He flinched at the name. He didn't realize Aileen had told her. She had kept her promise not to tell anyone at school, but their mother was another matter. She continued, "We'll just do what we did with the doll. If you want the panties you can come ask for them, but DON'T wear mine or your sister's or you will be in big trouble. Do you want a bra too?" Rocco shouted back at her, the indignity getting to him, "I DON'T WANT TO WEAR GIRL'S UNDERWEAR!" "We'll see. But if you're lying to me again you are going to be punished. Now finish the laundry!" She stormed off angrily. Rocco cried softly as he finished the chore. She was right, she had to be, there was no other explanation for his reaction. He wanted to wear the panties, he was turning in to a sissy. Why did she have to be so mean about it? It wasn't his fault, he didn't want this to happen. He couldn't help it. He had to be sure though, he couldn't stand to humiliate himself and beg for the panties if he wasn't sure. He snuck a pair of his sister's panties into his pocket. He finished folding the clothes and went to carry the laundry upstairs. He saw Aileen in the kitchen. She was sweating from working outside and drinking a glass of ice water. She saw that he had been crying and she looked at him with concern. "Are you okay, nothing happened to Ruthie again, did it?" He shook his head and showed her the doll, happy and undamaged on top of the laundry in the basket. She smiled at him. "I like her hair and the new dress. Where did you get it...and how did you learn to braid doll hair?" He mumbled that he had found everything online and and went upstairs. In truth he hardly remembered ordering it or looking up how to braid. He had done it in the school library in a daze. He had just intended to stop studying for a second to look something up for Ruthie but twenty minutes had past when a group of girls had seen what he was up to and laughed at him. He considered lying and saying he was helping his cousin Tammy or something, but everyone knew already. Talk about his strange new hobby had spread like wildfire. When he was done putting the laundry away he went to his room. He retrieved the panties from his pocket and unfolded them. They were light purple cotton with yellow flowers. His chest became tight, he felt nervous and shaky like he had too much coffee, the butterflies in his stomach got worse. He took off his clothes. He stared at himself in the mirror. His shaking was visible, his once confident and self assured face was now blushing bright red with shame and his eyes were wide with fear. Nothing about his physical appearance had really changed, but it was obvious he was becoming an entirely different person inside. His strange urges and new humbling experiences had made sure of that. He looked down in resignation and stepped in to the panties. As he pulled them up his legs he knew his Mother had been right, it was just like the doll. His panicked nervousness subsided, first in his feet and then in his legs as he slowly pulled on his sister's panties inch by inch. When he was done he let out a moan of pleasure. The intoxicating feelings coursed through his entire body, he started to feel at once heavy and light and fell backwards on to his bed. He found Ruthie there beside him and he clutched her to his chest. The combination of his two vices cleared his head somehow and he became hyper aware of all the feelings overcoming him. The pleasure of hugging Ruthie which had become a bit mundane and more of a habitual comfort instead of an active thrill took on new dimensions. The new feelings the panties gave him made him feel invincible and happy and amazed that such a euphoria was even possible. Even though it had been a long, hard day he felt invigorated and giddy and ready to do anything. He stood up and looked in the mirror again, the change was amazing. He had a look of pure bliss on his face. He spun around and admired the panties. Suddenly he heard steps outside his room, he froze and snapped back into reality. There was a loud banging on the door. Alexis shouted from outside, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?! Your sister says she's missing a pair of panties. YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE!" The door began to open. In his initial nervous panic and later trance of pleasure he had entirely forgotten to lock it. His mother's face was full of rage, she screamed at him, "I JUST told you not to do this you little pervert. You lied right to my face. I told you I would play your sick little game and get you your own panties! You couldn't even just wait!?" Aileen appeared in the doorway, she covered her mouth to hold back laughter. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but he just looked so silly in her underwear. Alexis was furious. She ran over to Rocco and started slapping him. He grabbed her arms and held her. Tearfully he apologized, "I'm sorry, Mom. I can't help it, I really can't..." She tore her arms from his grip, "It's not just me you have to apologize to." Alexis pointed to Aileen who was still standing in the doorway trying to contain her mirth. Rocco was shaking in humiliation as he walked over to his sister, hyper- conscious of the humiliating panties he wore and how good they made him feel, "I'm s..." Alexis interrupted in a no-nonsense tone, "I think it would be more convincing on your knees." Rocco kneeled for his sister, for the second time. "I'm sorry, Aileen." His sister patted his head. "Oh Ade, That's allr..." "Sorry for what?" Alexis put in. Aileen glared at her. "Enough, Mother." "Maybe YOU don't mind some pervert stealing your underwear but I certainly would. Apologize correctly, Adriana." He flinched and considered the name. Maybe Adriana really was a better name for who he was now. He liked girl's underwear and playing with dolls. He was even such a distracted bimbo that he couldn't do it without getting caught. "I'm sorry I stole your panties, Aileen. I won't do it again," He turned to his mother. "I won't." Aileen quickly jumped in before Alexis had a chance, "That's okay, Adriana. I know you're just ashamed of who you really are and didn't want to have to ask us for them. You're going to have to get used to it though if you really want to be a sissy so bad you can't control it anymore. It's not right to take someone's private things." Rocco nodded and bowed his head in shame. Alexis wasn't satisfied. "Not good enough. Come over here, NOW." Rocco moved to get up and Alexis stopped him, "Stay on your knees." Rocco awkwardly made his way over to his mother and bowed his head. She took his chin in her hand and directed his eyes up to look in her enraged face. "How do I usually punish you?" He replied hesitantly, "You...you ground me and take away my video games. That's okay. I deserve it, I know." She shook her head and tut-tutted at him. "But it clearly doesn't work. It's something new with you all the time. It was probably my fault for trying to punish you like a boy when you were really such a sissy all along. I should have known what all that acting out meant. No, from now on you will be punished like the sissy you are. Do you know how a sissy is punished?" He shook his head. "That's okay, Adriana. You'll learn soon. You can get up now. Go stand in front of the mirror and put your hands on your head. Aileen, go into my room. There's a package in my closet, bring it for us. " The two siblings looked at their mother quizzically but obeyed. She left the room and he was left looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes darted away and he could see Ruthie over on the bed. He wanted to hug her so he would feel better but he was afraid of making Alexis angrier. The panties made him feel good too, but he still wanted his doll. She followed his gaze, "Don't even think about it, Adriana. Bad sissies don't get to play with their dollies." He turned back to the mirror and observed his blushing face. His mind was in turmoil, he was humiliated and angry with himself and worried about what would come next. No so long ago he was a confident young man. Now he was wearing his sister's panties and obediently waiting for punishment from his mother. Aileen returned and handed the package to Alexis. It was a box wrapped in pink paper with a white bow, just like the paper Ruthie had come in. Alexis walked over to her son and held the box out to him. "Here, you can open it. It's for you after all." In trepidation he opened the box and discarded the pink paper. Inside was a large wooden paddle with the words, "Adriana's Little Reminder" written on it. He looked over at his mother with his mouth hanging open. She smiled at him and took the paddle. "Hands back on your head. Eyes forward. After every paddle, you will recite the phrase, 'I will not wear my sister's panties. That is a naughty, disgusting thing for a sissy like me to do.'" He shook his head at her. "No, Mom, come on. I know I've got...issues...but this isn't the way..." Aileen joined his protest, "He said he was sorry, it's my panties he's wearing and I forgive him for it. In fact, you can keep them Adriana, they're yours." Rocco just shook his head in anger and confusion and humiliation. Suddenly Alexis swung her arm as hard as she could and there was a massive crack. Rocco jumped and screamed, more in shock than in pain as the paddle hit his pantied bottom. Alexis growled at him, "Thank your sister for giving you her panties, Adriana." Aileen shouted at her, "Stop it, I told you I don't want this!" Aileen left the room and slammed the door behind her. Alexis wound up and gave him another hard slap with the paddle. He grunted and said nothing. She growled at him, "Say it.", and slapped him again. Again he was silent. She shrugged. "Oh, the big tough boy is back?" She looked at him and he continued to say nothing for himself. "Good, in that case..," She put down the paddle and picked up Ruthie. "You won't be needing this anymore. I'll just take it downstairs and have Aileen put some wood in the fireplace..." His face drained of all color and in terror and he screamed, "NO! DON'T BURN HER!" and lunged for Alexis, but stopped half way. He could easily take the doll back if he wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to fight with his own mother that way. Not anymore. It wasn't who Adriana was, the idea of it made him sick. She raised an eyebrow at him and turned to start downstairs. "I'll say it," he told her meekly. She sighed at him. "I was hoping maybe you were finally finding your balls again. Oh well, hands back on your head you little pussy." He obeyed. *SLAP* "I won't wear my sister's panties," he whispered. Two slaps in quick succession. "Louder! And why not!?" Another slap. He replied in a clear voice strained a bit by the pain, "'I will not wear my sister's panties. That is a naughty, disgusting thing for a sissy like me to do." "Good, you're getting the hang of it." *SLAP* "'I will not wear my sister's panties. That is a naughty, disgusting thing for a sissy like me to do." She repeated the process another ten times. He was crying now, not so much from the pain, he could handle that. It was the degradation of being spanked like a naughty child. He looked in the mirror and saw himself in his sister's underwear crying like a baby and it made his emotional breakdown more intense. Through his tears he told her for the final time, "I won't wear Aileen's panties," He coughed and stuttered through his tears, "it's a naughty thing...for a sissy like me." She nodded at him. "And it's disgusting as well. Go stand in the corner until told otherwise. I hope I don't have to remind you of this again. It truly pains me to see you reduced to such a state. I wanted a real son not a faggy sissy or a stupid thug. You're a disappointment no matter what you do." "Yes, Mother," he told her and went to the corner. "And keep your hands up, no rubbing that sore bottom. Just stay there and think about what you've done." He stayed there for about a half hour, softly crying in humiliation. Eventually Aileen came to end his punishment. "Mom says it's okay to leave the corner now." She guided him over to the bed as he rubbed his sore bottom with arms aching from being held on his head. She handed Ruthie to him and he hugged her to his chest and sobbed. He put his head on Aileen's shoulder as he cried. She put her arm around him and comforted him. "It's okay Adriana. It's over now," she told him soothingly. He kept sobbing. The humiliation of it was too much to bear. "It's not okay. I don't know who I am anymore. Everything is so confusing. I don't want to wear panties or play with dolls but it just feels so good. I can't do it without looking like a freak, everyone knows what I'm turning in to. They say I'm a fag now, and I'm not." "Adriana, listen to me. When Rocco was trying to bully someone and really get to them, what was the best thing they could do to get him to stop?" He tried to bring himself to be able to think like a bully again. It was hard for him to do when he was crying his eyes out on his sister's shoulder because his mother had punished him for stealing panties, which he was still wearing. "I guess...not to let me know I was getting to them," he offered. She nodded at him and smiled. His crying eased a bit to sniffles. She added, "That goes for Mom too. You did very terrible things to her...and to me...we could have had you arrested...so now that you're going through a period of vulnerability she's getting her revenge. You can't blame her, can you?" He shook his head to indicate he couldn't. She held his hand and looked him in the eyes, "The best way to get everyone to stop being mean about Ruthie and anything else that happens is to show everyone how much you've changed. That means instead of being a bully you should look out for other vulnerable people. That could mean standing up to bullies or just giving the kids they pick on a kind word." His sniffles continued still, "But they're right, I'm turning in to a freak, I stole my own sister's..." She held his hand tighter and silenced him, "Don't go from bullying everyone else to bullying yourself. There's nothing wrong with you, all these feelings you've obviously been repressing so long are just too much for you to handle now. I know you weren't thinking straight. That doesn't mean people shouldn't treat you with respect. No matter what happens, I'll always look out for you Ade." He smiled. "Thanks sis." She smiled back, "And hey, if you still feel bad about taking them, why don't we make a trade?" She pointed to the PS3 still boxed in his closet. He nodded at her in shock, he barely remembered receiving it at Christmas. He had wanted it so much, but now it held no interest for him. She picked up the box and carried it away to her room before returning to his side. While she was gone he sat in numbed shock at the bargain he had just made, unthinkable not so long ago. "Thanks Ade, you can play with it whenever you want. And I'm sorry I told Mom about the missing panties. I thought they were just lost. If I had known you had them I would have kept it secret." "That's okay," he replied in meek forgiveness. They both heard Alexis approaching the room. Aileen put her arm around him again, he had gone stiff with fear of his mother. As much as she empathized with him, she felt a hint of schadenfreude at that. There had been times when Alexis had gone stiff at the approach of Rocco. Alexis opened the door, she crossed her arms and considered her son for several moments and then spoke in a business like manner, "Get dressed, we're going shopping for your new underwear. I obviously can't trust you out of my supervision. You'll be in my bra before I'm a block away." He started to shake. He had been right to be afraid. He considered his options. He had none. If he didn't obey her she would threaten Ruthie again and paddle him more and he suspected he would not be able to resist wanting more panties eventually just like he couldn't resist wanting to keep his doll. He formed an image of what was in store for him in his mind. "Please Mom, I'll be good. Could you go shopping for me and leave me..." She interjected simply "No. You can't be trusted. Get dressed," Alexis left the room. Aileen hugged him again for support. "I'll come too, I won't let her humiliate you too much." He walked two paces behind them. The lingerie store was in front of them. His chest pounded in fear. He would stop and they would turn around and urge him forward. It felt like a nightmare. Every step took an eternity and he wasn't sure if they were getting closer or not. He begged himself to wake up, but it wasn't a dream. He was wearing his sister's stolen panties under his clothes and his mother and sister were taking him shopping for more girl's underthings. He was about to be publicly exposed in front of a number of strangers as the freak he was becoming. They pulled him inside the store. They were greeted by a saleslady. She addressed Alexis and Aileen and glossed over the presence of the boy. "Hi, I'm Carol. Can I help you find something?" Alexis smiled at her, "Actually no, we're here for him," she pointed. Carol's face became screwed up and she erupted in laughter. She turned around and loudly shouted to her fellow employees and the rest of the customers, "Look girls! This sissy boy is here to get some lingerie!" His worst nightmares were realized. Everyone was looking at him. He felt like he could sink through the floor in humiliation. Suddenly Aileen walked straight up to Carol and angrily started berating her, "Hey, this is a customer! What would possibly make you think it would be a good idea for you do something like that to try and humiliate him? Do you want to drive away business? I bet your manager would be happy to know you treat your customers like shit! What kind of place is this?! I'm going to tell my friends never to shop here ever again..." Carol's face was stuck in a look of complete shock, she stuttered out her reply, "I'm...sor...sorr..." But Aileen wouldn't let her finish, she grabbed her brother and turned right around and angrily yelled back over her shoulder, "We're leaving! We can find another store to go to from now on where all customers are treated with respect even if they're different." Carol chased after her fleeing customers and grabbed the boy's arm, "Hey...listen. I'm sorry. It was just a bit of a surprise. I'm sorry. Come back in and I'll kick everyone out. We're closing soon anyway, that way no one else will laugh at you. That was really insensitive of me. There's nothing wrong with a boy like you wearing lingerie if that's what you want." He was very angry with her. It was already a bad enough experience without some crazed saleswoman drawing attention to him but in all likelihood anywhere else they went he would face the same type of reaction, or worse, and at least she had promised to help him in private. Carol hurried everyone out of the store. Each woman took a good look at him on the way out. He could hear restrained giggling and snide comments about what a fag he must be. He felt helpless and exposed with his secret out to so many people already. With the store emptied Carol turned her attention fully to her customer, "So, I didn't catch your name." Alexis quickly interjected, "I'm Alexis and this is his sister Aileen. His name is Rocco, but people who know who he really is call him Adriana." Carol smiled at him, "Adriana, that's a very pretty name! Alexis elbowed him. "Thank you, Carol," he whispered. Carol led him around the store to look at everything they had in stock. She measured him to make sure she had things in the right size to show him. As he looked around he realized he was drawn like a magnet to the most feminine items. Pink, purple, and pastels. The frillier and silkier the better. He could not consciously explain why they attracted him, but it was clear that they were what he wanted. She let him try on some of the panties over his underwear. His favorite was a pink nylon bikini cut panty. He smiled in a drug-like daze as he looked at himself in the mirror. Carol interrupted his trance cheerfully, "There's a matching bra, would you like to try that too?" He did. He almost cried when he had it on, with a little help and instruction from his sister. He looked ridiculous, but he felt so good. He couldn't tell if he was getting emotional from the humiliation or the happiness, but Carol decided it meant she had done a good job. As he stood and looked in the mirror he felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. The perfumed smell of the store and the visual feast of all the feminine garments surrounding him made his skin feel warm and his heart turn to mush. He wanted to try on everything, but there wasn't time. In the end they picked out six panties in various colors and styles and six bras to go with them. They picked out another bra to match the panties he had stolen from Aileen and then traded his game console for. Everything was folded up very nicely and placed in a pink bag which was handed to Rocco. Alexis paid for the purchases. "How nice of you to get these things for him, not all mothers would be so understanding of such a special boy," Carol told her as she was ringing up the purchase. Alexis replied, "It's a loan, he's going to be working soon and he's going to pay me back." This was news to Rocco. He didn't want to waste his earnings on stupid girly underwear, he had wanted to... ...He realized he had wanted to buy more things for Ruthie. It looked like all his money would go towards his new hobbies from now on one way or another. Carol turned to him, "Oh, and what will you be doing?" He sighed. "Babysitting." She beamed back at him, "Oh, that's just so perfect for a boy like you!" She waved at them as they left the store, "I'm sorry I was so mean before Adriana. Come back anytime, I won't do it again! Not to you or any other boys who come here!" He was relieved to be out of there, but during the car ride he started to feel anxious and irritated. He just wanted to snuggle with Ruthie and go to sleep. He would have nothing but pleasant dreams and escape the humiliating new life he had made for himself. He had good dreams every night since he had first started to sleep with her in his arms. It was his only respite. "Adriana," Alexis lectured from the front seat, "I'm willing to humor you from now on but you had better behave. Don't make me have to remind you. I'm still very concerned about your turn in to a little panty boy though so I've arranged for you to start seeing a therapist." He nodded, that sounded like a good idea to him. Alexis and Aileen came with him to support him. He was wearing a yellow bra and panty set and hoping it couldn't be seen through his clothes. He carried Ruthie with him. He was so nervous about therapy he needed her to help calm himself down. No one at school had found out about his new underwear yet as far as he could tell. It was a chore to go to the bathroom and hide his secret and in every class he felt like the person behind him could see right through his shirt. If anyone knew they had kept silent about it. He was slowly starting to become much less of a hated figure around the school. He had been defanged as a bully once Ruthie was common knowledge, but now he was starting to be known as a stand up guy. He took Aileen's advice and started to protect the other kids from the remaining bullies. He had repeatedly stood up to Tony, the boy who had led the attack on him and revealed Ruthie. Even if Rocco did wear panties now, he was still as strong as before and Tony was no match for him one on one. Earlier that day he had seen Tony cornering Bill in the hallway. Bill was an easy target, he was small and kind of wimpy and everyone knew he was gay. "Leave him alone, Tony," he told him in an authoritative voice. "Or what? You want me to beat you up and steal your dolly again?" he replied with much bravado but little confidence. "You know you won't be able to get a group to jump me again. They hate you now instead. It's lonely being a bully. I figure the only thing more embarrassing than being a guy who plays with dolls is getting beat up by a boy who plays with dolls, don't you think?" Tony slinked away. Bill looked at him. "Hey, thanks for that." Bill had a twinkle in his eye and smiled at him. Rocco felt a lump in his throat, "Hey, it's uhh, it's not like that, okay?" Bill looked disappointed but he said "Thank you" again and walked off. That was the incident on Rocco's mind today that he wanted to talk about with his new doctor. It was all well and good if everyone accepted him for who he was now, but he was still interested in girls. How could someone like him find a girlfriend? The therapist was a very good looking blonde who dressed and acted much more casually than he expected. She told him to call her Lucinda, not even "Dr. Lucinda," The doctor and Alexis went in to the office and left the siblings outside in the waiting room while they talked over some billing issues. While Rocco waited he considered the strange site he had seen when they first came in. A mother pulled a blonde haired little boy from the office. The boy locked eyes with him. "Don't go in there," he whispered before his mother quieted him and dragged him out of the waiting room. Rocco wondered what the boy's therapy was for, he must not be liking it. Some time passed. Aileen looked over at her brother. He reached over his shoulder and shifted a bit trying to adjust the bra straps he still wasn't quite used to. "It's fit perfectly Ade, you'll get used to it, Carol did a really good job even if she was a bitch at first." He looked over at her in annoyance, "It's fit for a girl." She shrugged back at him and looked down at the doll in his lap. "Why'd you take the braids out?" He smiled involuntarily as he often did whenever he talked about the doll, "I thought it might be fun to show Julia how to do it. My first day is next week. It's hard to come up with fun things to do with dolls for that long." Aileen nodded back at him, "Don't worry, you'll be a natural." Inside the office the two women finished their discussion, by the end of this session Adriana's next stage would be ready to begin. When it was complete Adriana would find makeup, purses, shoes, and a feminine hairstyle to be things she could simply not do without. Session Three: The Makeover Rocco rang the doorbell and waited for a response. He fidgeted as he waited, becoming aware of the purple bra and panty set under his clothes. He felt the tug of the bookbag on his shoulder, Ruthie nestled within. Julia's older sister Tabitha opened the door. She smiled and invited him in. "Thanks a lot for doing this Rocco, I love my sister but I hate babysitting. I have a social life, you know?" Rocco shrugged, he was stuck there no matter what so he might as well pretend he wanted to be, "No problem Tabitha. Glad to help." She smiled at him and suddenly gave him a quick hug. "I'm sorry I was so mean before when I took your doll for Julia. I didn't realize how much you were changing. I'm glad Aileen convinced me it would all work out. You're a good guy. I heard about what you've been doing at school, Bill told me you're his hero now, I think he has a crush on y..." Rocco didn't want to hear more about Bill so he interrupted quickly, "So where's Julia? I'd really like to meet her." Tabitha smiled, "Oh sure, come with me." She led him to the living room where a little girl with black hair in pigtails was sitting on the couch watching television. "Julia, your babysitter is here. Remember to behave for him, he's never babysat before so go easy on him. I'm going out now, have fun you two!" As she was on her way out she shouted back through the door, "But remember Julia needs to get her homework done too, don't leave it for too late!" She waved goodbye and left. Rocco was left alone with his charge for the first time. She smiled at him and patted the cushion next to her on the couch. "Come sit down." He sat next to her, "Hi, I'm Roc..." "Shh!" she scolded him, her show was coming back from commercial. It was apparently a new "My Little Pony" show that focused on a group of ponies who were good friends with each other. Rocco rolled his eyes at first but by the end was actually enjoying it. Despite the extremely sugary sweet animation and voice acting it wasn't as bad as most shows marketed to little girls, it was more like a traditional cartoon like "Looney Tunes" or something with a serious slapstick mentality that was legitimately funny and amusing. Every episode apparently taught a lesson about friendship too. Julia and Rocco hadn't introduced themselves to each other yet, but over the next few minutes they shared a few genuine laughs and had a good time. When the show was over Julia turned and observed her new babysitter. "Hi, I'm Julia." "I'm Rocco," he replied gently. "I know your sister," she told him. He nodded, not sure what it mattered. "She told me you have another name you only share with your good friends or family..." He started to blush. She continued with suspicious wide eyed innocence, "Am I your friend?" He looked away for a moment and then turned back towards her, "Well, I just met you. I think I like you just fine. But I don't share that other name because if people who aren't my friends found out it could hurt me a lot. Do you understand?" She nodded, but he didn't think she really understood. He continued, "Do you have any friends that are tomboys?" She nodded at him and smiled, "Oh yeah, my friend Beth plays football and..." He stopped her, "Do you know any boys like that?" She shook her head in confusion, "Like..." He interrupted again, "It's not the same for boys. People make fun of boys who act like girls. That's how your sister ended up with Ruthie. A bunch of boys beat me up and made fun of me and took her. It was terrible." He reached in to his bag and revealed the doll. Julia smiled in recognition. "You can call me Adriana if you want, but it's our secret, okay?" "Wow, that's such a pretty name." He crossed his arms and looked at her. She nodded, "I won't tell. Friends have to trust each other." He smiled. "My friend Ruthie says her friend Kit is around here too, do you know where she is?" She smiled back, "Come with me!" She led him up to her room. It was a typical little girl's room. Well, mostly typical. It was extremely messy but otherwise normal. There were a bunch of "American Girl" books in a bookshelf and several DVDs as well. There were countless My Little Pony toys spread out all over the floor. Rocco sat on the bed with Ruthie in his arms while Julia looked around for her doll. She overturned piles of clothes and looked under her bed. "Oh, Mommy should really keep my room more neat for me. Where is Kit?" she asked in frustration. She searched around randomly for a few more minutes but came up empty handed. Rocco shook his head, "Ruthie and I were promised two friends to play with. Only one thing to do. Clean up your room, Julia, we'll find her somewhere along the way." Julia groaned, "My Mommy does that for m..." "Well she shouldn't. It's your room and you should handle it," he insisted. Rocco didn't know where all this was coming from, it just sounded right. He was trying to think like a parent, he had no real experience with kids. He had just hoped to play with dolls all night but now the doll was missing and homework had to be done. Things were getting complex. He helped her clean her room. They picked up some trash, put her clothes in the hamper, and together they made her bed. Julia was happy to learn how to take care of her room, no one had ever shown her before and it actually made her feel a bit grown up to be learning how to take care of herself. At one point when he was bent over going through her closet looking for Kit he heard Julia's laughter from behind him. He knew immediately what she was laughing at and his face turned bright red. He pulled his shirt down and held it. She giggled as she spoke, "You wear...girl's underwear too? None of the tomboys I know wear boy's underwear." There was no use denying anything at this point. "Uhh yeah, I know it's weird, but it's just more comfortable for me. It makes me feel good." She shrugged and forgot about it as they kept cleaning, she just found him amusing, not weird or disgusting. The room was spotless and there was still no Kit to be found. He carried her hamper downstairs to the laundry room as Julia followed along. He stood her on a step stool and taught her how to run the laundry for herself. She smiled at him as he showed her what do do. They had done nothing but work for the pa