My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01
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Away For The Summer, Part IV free porn video
Away for the Summer, Part IV
by Forsythe
This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Please read Parts I through
III before continuing.
Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on my
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Opening up the door to the nursery slowly to avoid further startling her
already rattled nephew, Sally poked her head around the door just in time
to see Joe turn his face quickly away to avoid possibly looking through
the opening into the rooms beyond. Feeling a little guilty over the
exaggerated effects he had experienced from her company's experimental
medications, Sally stepped inside the room quickly and closed the door
behind her as fast as she could without causing undo additional noise.
Seeing her nephew suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, she watched him
slowly turn his head and downcast eyes back around to continue playing
silently with the dolls he was holding along with the others he'd
positioned to be sitting in a small half circle on the rug in front of
him, their legs spread-eagled apart to hold them upright. Joe was
currently seated just like that himself, and Sally thought to herself
that he clearly must have been afraid of putting his legs into another
position for fear that he might not be able to maneuver himself back out
of it in his weakened state. However, Sally was also aware that his
current similar pose to his circle of dolls served to make him look more
like one of the dolls himself. His tousled hair and Barbie themed sleep
shirt she had dressed him in earlier helped make him seem even more
fragile and feminine, with the shirt's several tiny pink bows around its
puffed sleeves and nape of the neck creating an exaggeration of how weak
and tiny he already was. It was as if he just seemed to belong among the
other toys as his sad eyes stared out hollowly with the fear and
confusion he couldn't reconcile. Sally cursed herself again in her head
as her guilty feelings increased from having rushed herself in feeding
him all of the different medications at once instead of slowly over time,
leaving him far more mentally and physically damaged than she had
originally intended.
Kneeling down and slowly placing her left hand over Joe's left shoulder
in a sign of comfort, she felt him lean in to her to increase the feeling
of her protective grip and partial hug around him. Feeling a small smile
break out in the corner of her mouth for the first time since she had cut
him off from the tone generator in his room, Sally carefully and gently
reached around to gather up the various dolls and set them aside before
picking her nephew up and pulling him over into her lap with her arms
wrapped warmly around him. They sat that way silently for some time, with
Joe occasionally snuggling himself in closer to her chest and against her
arms as he sought further comfort over the anxiety he still couldn't
understand or explain. Finally Sally forced herself to begin talking to
him to begin laying the ground work in his head for the false explanation
she had come up with for his recent panic attack. She knew from her
clinical trials with the local prisoners that a proper excuse for the
sudden onset of anxiety, particularly a reason that reinforced the
preferred attitudes and behaviors in the subject, was key to creating the
long term effects from the drugs that were wanted over time.
"I admit I was surprised to your reaction earlier after all the comments
you've made over the last few weeks," Sally began, "but I realized while
making us dinner that the look on your face during your panic attack
meant you were unsure of what was happening too. Is that right?"
She watched a small glimmer of hope return to his eyes as he slowly
pulled his head away from her left breast where it had been nuzzled and
watched him give her a small nod. She did her best to give him a light,
reassuring smile as she began to set up her lie. "As I'm sure you've
noticed from how your room is decorated, your mother and I weren't given
a lot of leeway in how we could express ourselves while we were growing
up. When I turned eighteen and went off to college, I was surprised to
discover that the rigid gender roles some people have in their heads
don't really exist at all, but that it doesn't stop a lot of folks from
driving themselves crazy trying to adhere to them anyway."
Pausing to rearrange her nephew into a more upright position in her lap,
Sally was pleased to see that the kernel of the new idea she was
presenting to him seemed to be sinking in as the tight knit worry began
to ebb out of his body as he focused on what she was saying. "I've seen
it all too often where girls and boys try to live up to some impossible
standard they only have in their heads, and all it does is cause them
pain and prevent them from any real happiness. I know you've always been
touchy about your height, but I want you to really think if maybe it's
from it being a physical reminder of what you really wanted but felt you
couldn't have? Maybe as hard as you've been pushing back at the feminine
world you've found yourself in these past few weeks, some part of your
mind has been enjoying it, and possibly even been craving it up until
now? Take a moment and really consider whether the fear you experienced
earlier could have been just your subconscious trying to tell you what
you already know, that you've been enjoying your time as a little girl
free from responsibilities far more then you ever liked feeling the
constant need to aggressively prove yourself. That perhaps the physical
feelings of fear you had to the adult world are the only way you felt you
could allow yourself to stay in the juvenile and feminine one you prefer.
Tell me, since you began recuperating have you felt any of that old anger
or rage that caused you to hit your mother? Is it possible that was just
all from resentment from you feeling you were being forced into being
someone you're not?" Sally explained while closing watching her words
sink in to her nephew's confused mind.
As she paused to give Joe a moment to really consider her words, she
thought to herself that like any good lie there was just enough truth in
what she had said to make it seem believable. While she was sure that it
was unlikely Joe had ever secretly had any desire at all to be treated
like an ultra feminine toddler, she was sure it had been hard on him to
have to constantly prove himself in High School with his short stature
and delayed puberty. Besides that, she was sure now that the blood
results she was waiting on would soon show that the remaining pills he
had been fed had done their work to chemically castrate his undescended
testicles, and to permanently impair his pituitary gland to the point
that it would never be able to release the growth hormones needed to
allow him to grow any larger than his current short stature. Looking at
his delicate arms holding on to hers as he sat in her lap considering her
words, she thought of how the final medication was already fusing his
bones so that even the introduction of an artificial growth hormone in
the future would have no effect. There was simply no way for his body to
ever make the hormones or testosterone needed for any of his chemical
induced rages to ever be triggered again.
Sally also knew that at some point towards the end of the Summer she
would have to let Joe know that he really only had two choices now for
how he would be able to live his life. Either he could live out the rest
of the his days as a male or female toddler, or he could accept a
subdermal implant to slowly release female hormones into his body to at
least allow it to develop adult female characteristics. Over time he
could then choose what age he wanted to try and live as and whether
sexual reassignment surgery could give him the pleasure his now useless
male organs never would. While she had made sure that it would be
definitely impossible for him to ever live as an adult male in any
capacity, she did feel that the techniques she was using would allow him
to eventually find happiness in whatever life he was able to choose, and
that life would be far more likely to be a benefit to others as well.
As Joe's brow started to furrow and indicate he was coming to a decision,
Sally just waited for him to say what she already knew he would. The deck
was stacked far too much against him for him to ever admit that what she
said wasn't true, as that would mean the one person he was depending on
had to have been plotting against him from the beginning. So it was that
Joe finally just wrapped his arms around her middle again as he just
nodded, still unable to verbally admit that it seemed he never wanted to
go back to being his old self but realizing that all the other options
were inconsiderable. Sally just accepted that and placed her hand on his
back as she pulled him in closer to continue her comfort of him as he
internalized this new way of seeing his situation and the fears he still
felt from any thoughts he had of having to leave the comfort of his
nursery. As she watched him intentionally reach down and grasp the
dangling pacifier from his outfit and bring it back up to his mouth to
begin sucking on it once more on his own, she knew that she had won a
crucial battle and that her new niece would need all the encouragement
and reinforcement she could provide as the Summer continued.
Of course, Sally knew there was still a long way to go before Joe's new
mental image of himself wanting to be a girl would be cemented in place.
She was well aware from the failures in her clinical tests that Joe's new
viewpoints would need to be vigorously reinforced and rewarded, while his
old behaviors and desires would need to be punished and linked to his new
fear triggers as much as possible. The next few weeks especially would be
critical, as any failure on her part could lead to his complete mental
regression to his former state and it would be nearly impossible to tear
it all down again.
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Sally made sure to give Joe all the comforting she thought he could need
before finally gathering him up in a cradled position in her arms and
asking him if he was ready to eat. With his recent anxiety placated for
the moment, Joe realized he had worked up quite the appetite and nodded
to her as Sally made her way to her feet and set up the high chair with
her free arm. Buckling him in place, she made sure the chair had its back
to the door to avoid any lingering fears from him as she exited to go
grab his meal.
When she returned, Joe was happy to see she had brought in his favorite
meal of meat and mashed potatoes, and she even had some silverware for
him! Granted the utensils were pink plastic and Barbie themed like his
shirt, and the knife was dull enough that she had already cut the steak
into small cubes for him in the kitchen, but it was still exciting to try
and feed himself again. Pausing for just a moment before picking up the
spoon to make sure the slightly adult activity wouldn't trigger any
residual fear, he smiled widely upon grasping it to find the juvenile
nature of the silverware seemed to be just fine for him. He even found
himself giggling as Sally tied his Princess bib around his neck and
tickled his sides a little before watching him eat.
As she expected, Joe once again made a big mess of himself as he ate. His
fingers still had trouble with fine motor control, so about third of the
meal ended up on the floor or smeared on his face and front, but he
seemed happy again and that was what mattered. After cleaning him off,
she checked to make sure the sleep shirt was stain free enough to leave
on before tucking him into bed and reading him some fairy tales before
kissing him goodnight. As she exited the nursery, Sally decided that Joe
finally seemed ready for their trip into town, and that tomorrow would be
the day. After going out to prep the car and everything they would need,
she finally turned in early herself to have a nice rest for the big day.
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The next morning, Joe was surprised to find Sally energetically waking
him up just as the sun was rising. Though he was groggy, his Aunt's odd
enthusiasm was contagious, especially after the stress of the previous
day. After being changed out of his nighttime nappy, Joe was pleased to
find her changing him back into the thinner "big girl" pullups that he
thought he had lost his rights to the evening before. Those were followed
by some plastic lined white rumba panties he had never seen before, and
then by some white tights with lace around the ankles. While these new
articles were odd, Joe decided his Aunt must be trying to encourage him
after his revelation yesterday, so he resolved to give everything a
proper try even though he found them surprising. After they managed to
pull the tights on with him lying on the floor, his Aunt returned him to
a seated position before handing him a matching lacy training bra. That
did make his cheeks go red with embarrassment, and he asked her why it
was needed when he would never develop boobs? She replied, "It seems
clear your subconscious wants or needs the little girl or toddler
lifestyle you've been getting these last few weeks and that it will rebel
when it thinks you're deviating from it. I think it's safest if we try
giving you the full experience for now until we know exactly what it is
you really want."
Joe had to admit that it seemed his Aunt was right, so he gave the white
training bra in his hands a hard look, noting its small white satin bow
in the center before gritting his teeth and putting it on. He had to
admit it felt interesting across his chest, and he wondered if the
hugging sensation might help with any future panic attacks like his
Aunt's warm arms had. After that, Joe felt his hair being brushed again
before being tied off in a big floppy pink bow. His Aunt then picked him
up and set him down at the vanity to let him get his first good look at
"herself." Joe felt his breath catch in his chest as he saw the pretty,
though young, girl starring back at him from the vanity mirror. As Sally
had expected, her long term makeup job blended in so flawlessly that Joe
couldn't tell his new feminine appearance wasn't entirely natural. He
could only think that the severe weight loss and his recently reduced
appetite had left him looking as dainty and adorable as a young southern
beauty pageant winner. Sally found she was holding her breath as Joe
slowly turned from side to side, getting a good look at his new
appearance, up until the moment Joe looked up at her and said, "I'm so
pretty..." with a mixture of confusion and pride in his eyes.
Sally just smiled back down at him and said, "Yes you are," matter-of-
factly before encouraging him to spend some time practicing with a little
of the regular makeup. With her help, Joe soon found himself with a light
shade of pick lipstick on his lips and a small touch of eye shadow above
his eyes before his Aunt convinced him to finally apply some mascara.
That took some getting used to, and Sally finally had to teach him the
trick of blinking his eyelashes over the mascara brush as he hold it
steady before him before he was able to get some applied on his own. Once
done, he spend a few minutes just staring at how big and pretty his
lashes were in the mirror, and his aunt had to keep herself from smirking
as she saw him make coy looks at himself as he held his arms to the side
and batted his lashes at himself. After Sally felt he'd had enough fun
playing in the mirror, she turned him around to apply a light coating of
pink nail polish to his fingernails. The experience was so far outside of
anything he had ever experienced before that he found himself just
looking at his hands in a daze as he waited for them to dry. He was so
distracted that it took him a moment to notice the dress his Aunt had
retrieved and was holding up for him. The first thing he saw was that it
had clearly been patterned after the Alice in Wonderland dress, but with
a shorter overall skirt to fit a younger girl. The next thing he realized
was that it was pink instead of blue, and it caused some small level of
concern as he realized his final thought was that he was happy that the
coloring would mean it would match the ribbon in his hair.
After helping him carefully get the dress on to avoid damaging his hair,
makeup, or new fingernail polish, she finally retrieved some well
polished Mary Jane shoes from the bottom of the closet and helped him put
them on. The shoes actually proved to be the biggest surprise so far, as
they were the first he had worn since his tumble into the septic tank as
they hadn't been necessary with him only being able to crawl. Supporting
him under his armpits, his Aunt helped him stand up to get a good all-
over look at himself in the vanity from the middle of the room. Turning
to and fro with his Aunt's aid, Joe had to admit all he saw was an
especially cute little girl, probably about five or six, and no trace of
his former teenage self. Breaking out into a big grin, Sally encouraged
him to strike a few poses in the mirror as she showed him how to carry
"herself" to act like the little girl she now appeared as. That went on
for awhile until Joe admitted he was feeling tired and needed a potty
break. Pulling down his new tights and fluffing his petticoat skirts over
the top of the potty throne, Sally buckled Joe in and finally remembered
to attach his pacifier back to his new outfit before leaving him alone to
do his business.
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When Sally returned at the sound of trumpets, Joe looked up to see her
wheeling an old oversize stroller into the room. Pulling his pacifier out
of his mouth, he asked, "What is that for? Isn't this room a little small
for that?"
Sally just smiled knowingly, and proceeded to clean her little girl up
before lifting her up and placing her into the stroller. The stroller was
one of the old heavily padded models from the eighties that a child could
feel lost inside, with the high padded sides almost providing the feeling
of being in a nursery cot as the child's vision was only unimpeded when
looking directly forwards. Looking at himself in the vanity mirror, Joe
could only gape as he watched Sally buckle him in as the effect of the
large stroller seemed to heighten the effect of his clothes to make him
appear smaller and younger. Joe wouldn't be surprised if a stranger
wouldn't think he was as young as three now, and he found himself
unconsciously putting his pacifier back into his mouth to heighten the
effect.
He was so engrossed with his reflection in the mirror that it took a
moment for him to realize the stroller was moving backwards towards the
door! White knuckled, he tried to turn to get his Aunt's attention, but
the surrounding padding of the walls of the stroller paired with the
tight straps across his shoulders prevented any vision or movement to the
sides, let alone attempts to try and look behind him. He was about to
spit out the pacifier and cry and when he realized they were out of the
nursery and going on a "tour" of the cabin, but that this time the deep
seated fear seemed to be staying at bay. It still took a few moments for
Joe to calm down enough to release his death grip from the sides of the
stroller, but eventually he did and found his Aunt smiling happy at him
from the narrow field of vision he had in front of him. "Is the stroller
making you feel sufficiently girly and safe?" his Aunt asked him and
smiled genuinely as he shook his head yes. "That's great! I had hoped
being bundled into something so clearly intended for toddlers would give
you the feeling of protection and contentment you needed to leave your
nursery, at least until your subconscious realizes on its own that just
coming outside doesn't mean you'll be leaving your pretty dresses anytime
soon."
Joe felt both happy and concerned at that comment at the same time, as he
consciously knew that the nursery was making him feel happy and safe, but
also that he wasn't sure how long he would actively want to be dressing
this way. Once again he found himself lost in thought to the point that
he didn't realize the stroller was moving again until a breeze hit him in
the face and he noticed they were outside. As they pulled up alongside
the car, what his Aunt said next made him drop his pacifier from his
mouth out of shock. "Surprise!" she said. "Now that we know you can
safely leave your nursery we can finally go into town for supplies! I
just know they're all going to love you as much as I do!"
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