My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01
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Away for the Summer, Part VI
by Forsythe
This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Please read Parts I through
IV before continuing.
Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on my
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After saying goodbye to her friend and thanking her once more for her
help with the car seat, Sally came back over to the stroller to find Joe
still trying to hide his face like an infant playing peek-a-boo. Reaching
into the stroller and lightly tickling his stomach through his layers of
petticoats only caused him to slowly pull his face out from behind his
doll, pulling the skin on his cheek taught as he did so from pushing it
so hard against the doll as he turned his face back. It almost seemed
like the doll was some great force blocking out everything else, and it
was taking all Joe had to pull his face away from it. The cross and pouty
look on his face as he did so was possibly the cutest look he had made so
far, and Sally's only regret was that it hadn't happened back at the
house where several cameras likely would have recorded it. Giving him a
half condescending smile, Sally cocked her head down at him as she
lightly leaned on the stroller with her left hand and said, "Oh, don't be
that way. I was really proud of you in there when you came to the
decision on your own to go with the right car seat for your new self. I'm
sure some part of you still wanted that icky older boy seat with its drab
colors, but you'll feel so much more innocent and cute in the one you
picked. It's also pretty clear that's what you need."
Thinking back to how close he had come to another full blown panic attack
inside the store, Joe gripped his teacher Barbie close in the crook of
his right arm as he pushed on the front of his dress again with the flat
of his left hand to increase the tightness and hugging feeling of his
training bra. The combination of the close proximity of the tone
generator in the doll paired with the hugging sensation helped Joe calm
down again as he breathed deeply and looked up at his Aunt before sadly
nodding. Sally's mocking look lightened slightly at that, and her brows
arched a little in worry. "Now don't be sad, there's absolutely nothing
wrong with admitting you need something," she continued. "Besides, you'll
be happy to know that after Wendy finished putting in your car seat she
was kind enough to hand me a gift for you that she saw you needed."
Wary but intrigued, Joe looked up at Sally as she pulled a small bag out
from behind her back and made a big presentation of pulling out the small
pink pacifier contained there. As she held it up proudly to him, he could
see it was a Barbie brand pacifier, with the Barbie logo emblazoned on
the front nub in pink cursive script and a small amount of gold glitter.
"Wendy could tell the one you had was near its last legs, so she
thoughtfully gave this to us for free since it matched your doll," Sally
finished before popping his old pacifier loose from his still weakened
facial muscles and attaching the new pacifier to the ribbon that
connected up to the clip on his dress.
While he'd never admit it out loud, Joe was currently thinking that the
worst part of it all was that after that his Aunt didn't even bother to
put the new pacifier back in his mouth. She just handed it to him
expectantly, acting as if she was completely confidant that there was no
other gift he could have possibly wanted more at that moment. Yet even
that wasn't as bad as what came next, when he didn't even hesitate to
take it from her and immediately put it in his mouth on his own. The
realization of what he had just done didn't even occur to him until they
were already back underway on their trip through town, as he was too
distracted with how different and interesting the new pacifier tasted in
his mouth as he continued to suck on it.
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Word apparently spread around the small town quickly about Sally's new
niece visiting, as they had barely window shopped past the next two
storefronts before the crowds on the streets grew tight with various
locals trying to get their turn to see her. Joe was forced to deal with
pinched cheeks, baby talk, partial lifts out of the stroller to get a
better look at his clothes and hair, and a few tickle attacks so they
could hear his childish laughter. By the time the crowds were sated, Joe
was feeling exhausted and various strands of his hair were hanging
across his face from his loosened hair bow. Sally was attempting, and
failing, to fix it without a brush when one member of the straggling
crowd stepped forward and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Tina and I was so
sorry to see how rough some of these old geezers were with your niece.
People really need to learn that touching pregnant women or children is
never appropriate without permission, but anything new in a small town
like this brings out the worst in people. Why don't you bring her across
the street to my shop and I'll see what I can do to fix her up? I think
she'll really like our local special."
Indicating across the road to the local hair salon, Tina beckoned the two
of them to follow her once the one car on the road drove past. Using the
wheelchair ramp to make their way up into the building, Sally was happy
to see the back of the salon was designed specifically to cater to young
children. Wheeling Joe over to one of the tiny pink salon chairs on the
girl themed side of the children's area, he could only see the pictures
covering the mirrored work space of local girls beaming with their happy
smiles as they showed off their hairstyles designed to match their
various dolls as he was lifted out and set in the tiny chair. As a pink
plastic sheet was spread over him and tied around his neck, he looked
down to see that it was also Barbie themed and covered with various
iterations of the classic doll. Holding his own Barbie tight underneath
the tarp, he only vaguely heard something about Barbie or Skipper before
he found himself being turned away from the mirror and his seat being
raised in the air with pumps from the foot lever at the base. Once Tina
seemed happy with his positioning, he felt the remains of his ribbon
being pulled away from his tangled hair before it was all wetted down
with a spray bottle. Unable to look in the mirror, Joe was left unable to
tell what was being done outside of the awed and incredulous looks on his
Aunt's face as she watched, and those were not encouraging.
Joe eventually felt some of his hair being pulled off to the side and
tied off as something long and stiff was attached to it, but even though
it seemed at that point the work on his hair was done he still wasn't
being turned back around. Instead, he saw his Aunt making indications at
some things behind him, which seemed to lead to Tina coming back around
and wiping off his smudged makeup before getting to work on applying some
new foundations herself. At this point Joe had some idea of what might be
happening to him as she worked from the small experience with makeup he
had with Sally from that morning, but while he had been trying things out
for the first time this lady was clearly a master. He could only vaguely
comprehend what was being done to his face, outside of the fake eyelashes
and mascara that were applied at one point. The makeup seemed to take
twice as long as the hair styling, and didn't end until she had cleaned
and repainted his fingernails so that they had a pink base with a frosted
white tip and a clear coating on top. It was just as she was finishing
them up that it began to dawn on Joe that his fingers seemed to match the
doll he was holding, so it was only with partial shock that he saw
himself in the mirror when he was turned around.
The hair drew his attention at first, only due to the large hard plastic
pink bow drawing his eyes to it and the side ponytail it was holding in
place with the hair tie hidden beneath it. His hair in the front had been
trimmed in a feminine swirl that lightly covered his forehead, ending in
a small point over near the part to his ponytail. Both the ends of his
hair in the front bangs and the tip of his ponytail had been frosted
pink, and it seemed to catch the eye tantalizingly as it stood out from
his natural pale blond hair. As his eyes continued downwards in shocked
silence, he saw his face had been made up just like a Barbie doll, but he
was relieved to see it was at least professionally done so it didn't
appear trashy. His eyelids had been coated with perfectly shaded
layerings of pink eye shadow, which highlighted the unnatural, but well
applied, fake lashes. His lips were a sharp pink, but had some additional
white makeup applied over the lipstick to give the appearance that his
face was reflecting the light as if it were shiny plastic. Finally his
eyebrows had been artfully colored to appear as if they had been both
perfectly shaped and drawn on at the same time. In other words, he looked
exactly like his Barbie doll.
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Tina insisted on letting "this first cut" be for free on the premise that
Joe deserved some love for how put upon he had been outside just before,
and that led to Sally declaring just as fervently that Tina would have to
take a picture of the wonderful job she had done for her wall. As Sally
leaned over to pick him up from the chair, she could see him miming
questions to her as to whether he really had to have his picture taken as
well, and so she quietly but strictly whispered into his ear, "Remember
your promise...." before picking him up and carrying him to the front
waiting area of the shop for their pose.
Tina seemed as adept at photography as she was at makeup and hair, and
she soon had Sally sitting on one of the waiting room chairs with her
legs to the side to allow her cocktail dress to coyly drape across the
front as she held Joe and his doll in her lap. Fearing his Aunt's
insinuation that breaking his promise might lead to a change in his
nappies for the worse, Joes tried to smile as realistically and
enthusiastically as he could. Tina soon had nearly an entire reel of just
the two of them taken, and she seemed drawn to the possibility of a
special display out front to encourage other girls in the neighborhood to
come in for a similar style. Joe groaned silently to himself as he
imagined his frozen girlish face joining all the others on the wall, and
now possibly outside, for all to see forever. He kept his strained happy
appearance going though until he was once again safe in his stroller and
Tina had leaned in to say her goodbyes with a, "Hope to see you again
soon!" and he could feel the sun on his face again once they finally
went back outside. Only then did he finally rolled his eyes back in
frustration, but even that was done quickly for fear his Aunt might
suddenly look in on him unexpectedly to make sure he was behaving.
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Hearing Joe's stomach begin to growl, Sally was suddenly reminded of how
much time had passed while they were in the salon and that they had left
early that morning without breakfast. Kicking herself mentally for being
a bad parent, she immediately began heading to her favorite local bistro
for a late brunch. Having been friends with the owner for many years,
Sally was soon directed to a private table in the back as she was asked
if she would prefer a highchair or booster seat for her niece. Joe
finally decided to speak up for himself at that, and asked if he could
try the booster seat instead. While he couldn't see his Aunt from behind
the stroller, he did hear her tell him possibly a little tersely that he
could do that if he wanted, but that he wouldn't be allowed to keep his
doll with him if he sat at the table like a big girl. As much as he
wanted to avoid the humiliation of being fed from a highchair around
strangers, the thought of letting go of his doll while still in public
made his stomach tense up as if it were filled with a hard block of ice.
So he nervously replied, "No, that's okay. I'll just stay in the high
chair and keep her with me."
Nodding at her good parenting, the server wandered off to retrieve and
set up the highchair meant younger girls. As Joe was lifted up out of the
stroller again to be set inside it, he saw the cover over the pink seat
was trimmed with lace, and the edges of the pale pink tray were coated in
flowers and kittens playing with string. The whole thing was so over the
top he nearly asked for the booster seat again, but a quick squeeze of
his Barbie under his arm had him staying quiet almost instantly. Once the
tray was pulled off so he could be set into the chair, it was carefully
pushed back into place after he was seated to avoid catching his bustling
skirts in its locking mechanisms. Joe was well aware of the feeling of
the many layers of petticoats being pushed down against him under the
tray. In a way it reminded him of the hugging feeling he had been
enjoying from his new training bra, so he silently enjoyed it up until
the moment he realized the waiter was leaving with the menus as his Aunt
had already ordered for both of them.
Questioning why she hadn't let him see the menu, Sally replied that young
women needed to always be thinking about their figures, and she had known
he'd have been tempted by some of the deep fried delights the bistro was
known for. Joe clearly would have enjoyed even the thought of some of
those foods, but another clear look from his Aunt had him staying mum and
well behaved until the food was served. He was very sad to see that he
had been ordered a small piece of fish, which was accompanied by a light
side salad. Before he had come out here for the Summer he would have
tossed such a miniscule meal aside and angrily ordered whoever was around
to give him a steak, but remembering his promise, and his Aunt's threats,
he dutifully waited for her to cut the fish for him and pull out his
Barbie themed plastic utensils to use to eat. Watching his Aunt turn back
to her own larger meal, he did his best to use the fork to begin eating
himself but his fingers continued to lack the fine motor control needed
to always keep the food from slipping right off. After taking near five
minutes to eat the few largest pieces of fish on his tray, he finally
gave up and went back to using his hands to clumsily grasp each piece of
fish and salad and push them into his mouth. His Aunt thankfully seemed
amused at this rather than annoyed that he wasn't showing proper manners
at the nice restaurant, so she waited for him to finish before dipping
her fancy napkin into her water glass to begin carefully dabbing off his
face and hands to avoid impairing his new makeup. Thankfully the makeup
seemed to have been applied with little girls in mind, so it resisted all
of the minor attempts at smudging or smearing as she finished cleaning
him up.
After paying the check, Joe let her know that their meal had triggered
another pressing need from his stomach and that he needed to use the
restroom. Sally smiled and gathered him up in one arm as she pushed his
stroller along with the other to the fancy women's restroom in the
corner. Entering the large room, Joe was sad to see several women sharing
the facilities at the same time. After setting him on the edge of the
sink long enough to make sure his Pull-ups were still dry and clean, he
heard her say that since he didn't need a change she'd just need to
retrieve his potty chair from the base of the stroller. That stopped him
cold. The thought of using his Princess Potty Throne in public, and all
the women hearing its trumpets and corny voices congratulating him every
time he tinkled or pooped was just too much, so he pleaded with his Aunt
as softly as he could to just use the regular toilet this time. Giving
him the same offer as last time, that he could use the toilet but would
have to leave his doll behind to avoid getting her messy, Joe felt the
same fear in the pit of his stomach as before, but this time the thoughts
of public humiliation were more pressing. Indicating that he wanted the
real toilet, his Aunt sighed and gave him a look like she hoped he knew
what he was choosing before accepting the doll from him and pushing it
and the stroller out of the way to the corner of the bathroom.
After making sure the stroller was locked to avoid it rolling back into
the center of the room, Sally carried Joe down to the far end of the rows
of toilets to the handicap stall on the end. Once they were about halfway
there, Joe began to feel the worry and uneasiness creep into his every
pore again. Each stall they passed only made it worse, and Joe could feel
himself pleading with his unconscious mind to just let him use the
regular toilet again just this once. He was well aware that it was an
Adult activity like all the others he had been carefully avoiding, but
the image of his training potty ringing throughout the room made him hold
on. He did actually manage to make it into the handicap stall with his
Aunt, and even get to the point that she was holding him around the waist
as he perched precariously on the rim of the bowl after she had pulled
his tights and Pull-ups down. Yet when he tried to release his burden, he
found the fear and vertigo that were steadily increasing were also
locking up his meager remaining muscles, so as hard as he tried he
couldn't make himself go. Eventually the pain of needing a bowel movement
mixed with the spinning of the room had him asking his Aunt louder then
intended, in his high-pitched sniffily voice, to take him back to his
potty chair as the real one was just too scary. Not needing to be told
twice, she promptly scooped him back up in the crook of her arm and
quickly took him back to the stroller to retrieve his plastic throne. As
he was set down on the tiny seat with his petticoats and skirt flowing
over it in waves, he could only think how his puffy dress and doll makeup
really made him seem like a little girl's idea of a princess on her
official chair. Waiting until he was finally handed back his own doll, he
finally managed to let go of everything he had been holding in. Since it
came out all at once, it only triggered one long recording from the potty
chair, but still that rang out across the women's restroom and was loud
enough to trigger several laughs and at least one cell phone picture.
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After cleaning Joe up and washing out the base of his toilet seat, Sally
piled Joe and his chair back into the stroller to head back outside. As
they emerged back out into the early afternoon light, she heard a buzzing
coming from her purse. Flipping it open and retrieving her phone, she saw
she had received a text from Doctor Stevenson, a local doctor she had
intentionally hired on part time with her company due to their own
complex personal history. During the summers she spent in town growing
up, they had had many close moments of nearly dating, but something
always delayed them actually taking the final step. While he had still
been clearly interested when she returned to the town as an adult to take
possession of the old cabin, her career had been too important to her to
risk on distractions. Still, she was greedy enough to hire him on to her
company to both string him on and keep the option open, even if she never
thought it would actually happen. That was until the night her nephew
reacted very badly to the mix of his medications, and she'd had no choice
but to call him. Unsure of whether the text was regarding the test
results or the promises she'd made to him that night for his cooperation,
she delayed reading it long enough to push the stroller over to the local
park and set her nephew in the cupped seat of the infant swing. With its
protective leg holes preventing any chance of him falling out, Sally
confidently left him to play as she went to sit on a nearby park bench by
herself.
Retrieving her phone from where it had become buried in her purse, Sally
finally opened the text app to read Stevenson's message. It read:
Tests results have come in. Results seem generally as hoped but still
require follow-ups. Bring Joe and your lovely smile in for a checkup
today. Once I'm done reviewing the first, I'll give all my attention to
the latter as we talk about when to have our first date.
Sally fumed at a little at how the text was directed like an order, but a
part of her was secretly pleased at the Alpha maleness of it all. She had
to admit that part of the reason she had never given in to his advances
was that she always felt like she couldn't be with someone who wasn't her
equal. Thomas Stevenson had clearly been in love with her for years, and
that had given her enough power over him to never let them be on an even
footing. The fact that even after all these years he had been so adept at
turning the tables on her in a moment of weakness actually had her
interested for the first time since her own childhood.
A few minutes later, Sally texted him back to say they would be right
over. Gathering up her things, she walked unhurriedly back over to the
swings so she could enjoy the sight of Joe giggling as he swung back and
forth while watching his doll "fly" as he held her out to the side and
the wind blew through her hair.
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