Summer of 93 rsquo Nothing Compares To You Part VIII
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Away for the Summer, Part VIII
by Forsythe
This is a continuation of an ongoing story. Please read Parts I through
VII before continuing.
Further edited versions to the segments of this tale may be found on my
Deviant Art account: http://stipanow.deviantart.com/
Sally had a hard time sleeping that night, as she tossed and turned
trying to decide her best options for telling Joe some version of the
truth that would also prevent the revelation from undoing part or all of
the work she had done with him so far. When she still found herself awake
in the early hours of the morning, she eventually got out of bed and
began digging through her closet. She didn't stop until she had found the
large and ornate pink box she was looking for where it was buried under
the pile of purchases she had made in the last few weeks. She sighed
while holding the two sides of the large box in her hands, looking down
on it with some concern. The original plan had been to never use this toy
at all unless something went seriously wrong, but she knew it could
provide the final push Joe needed to finally accept his new life enough
that being told he had no choice wouldn't break him. Patting the top of
the box with one hand as she came to this acceptance, Sally returned to
bed to try and get at least some sleep before the long day that was
coming.
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Despite her exhaustion, Sally made sure to get up before Joe the next
morning so she could be ready to greet him. So when he did finally wake
up the first thing he saw was her standing in the middle of his nursery
wearing a knee length dress that was covered in pictures of small red
hair bows, and with a similar red bow tied off in her hair that matched
her bright red lipstick. Though groggy himself, Joe quickly found himself
being lifted out of his bed as soon as Sally noticed his eyes had opened,
and then changed into a fresh pullup before being set on the edge of the
small carpet in the middle of the room. Looking up at her in confusion,
he blinked a few times to try and remove the sleepiness from his eyes as
he watched her walk the few paces to the other side of the rug and kneel
behind a large pink box.
The sides and top of the box formed a rectangle, but the front portion
jutted out slightly with a seam running down the middle that was clearly
held closed by two large metal clasps. Sally made a big show of popping
the two clasps open, and as she opened the front of the box like a
display case Joe saw that the main item housed inside was clearly a very
expensive baby doll. Inwardly Joe cringed, as he couldn't consciously
imagine himself willingly playing with such a doll even after everything
else that had happened. From the corners of his eyes he could see a
number of accompanying outfits, toys, bottles, and even a training toilet
that had been packed inside the box with the doll, but he found he
couldn't turn his eyes away from the doll itself. As much as the very
idea of the doll revolted him, he was quickly realizing some part of him
wanted it. No, he needed it. He realized he needed it with such an
urgency that he actually dropped his Barbie to the side as he began
crawling frantically towards the open box as fast as he could manage.
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Sally was a little surprised at how quickly the range of emotions flashed
on her nephew's face before he began making his move towards the baby
doll, but she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised due to how
extreme his other reactions to the tone generators had been. In the
clinical trials at the jail, it had become apparent rather early on that
the tests worked best when the tones being used were always at least
slightly below full strength. This left the subjects always slightly off
balance and nervous, and more likely to be pliable to outside
suggestions. However, short term contact with a full tone had proven
extremely effective as a reward system, and that had led to Sally's
request for the creation of the baby doll. Utilizing a similar mechanical
doll to the type used by high schools to teach teenagers how difficult
caring for babies can be, her lab had made a variant with a built in tone
generator that would release a full tone signal when first turned on, but
that would quickly weaken if all the doll's needs were not met. Feeding
the doll, changing its diapers or putting it on its toilet seat, or any
one of a number of different methods of caring for the doll could all
lead to the tone minutely increasing in strength again and thus
reinforcing feminine and maternal instincts in the subject rather than
aggression. In addition to that, the doll came with an external
adjustment pad that could be kept in the researcher's pockets to manually
change the strength as needed or even kill the tone entirely. While Sally
still felt this could have led to a much greater range of control over
the prison subjects, the warden had balked at the doll being put into use
on his prisoners, claiming it was simply a step too far, and it had
eventually been shelved. However, all the tests at the lab had indicated
it was fully ready to be used, and based on the current look of
desperation on Joe's face as he made his way towards his first contact
with a tone generator at full strength, Sally believed that to definitely
be the case.
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Just as Joe was about to reach the doll, he found the whole box being
lifted into the air by his Aunt so that it was just out of his reach.
Frustrated, he tried to pull himself up using her legs as support, but no
matter how hard he tried, or how he stretched his arms, he couldn't make
himself tall enough to get anywhere near where she was holding it up. He
actually felt himself tearing up as if he was about to cry when his Aunt
started to talk to him. "Well I'm glad to see your new doll pleases you
at least! I had noticed some of your personal choices over the last few
days had been a bit more juvenile, so I was thinking that it seemed to be
the right time to get you your own baby doll like a proper little girl.
However, as you can likely tell this particular baby doll is quite nice
and expensive, so I'll need to know you'll take proper care of it when I
give it to you. That means picking out a new outfit for her each morning,
feeding her when you are fed and burping her afterwards, helping her go
potty and have her diapers changed whenever you do too, and putting her
down for her nap each day. Based on how well you've been looking after
your Barbie up until now, I'm sure you'll do a proper job but her
internal sensors will warn me if you don't. So why don't you show me what
a good job you can do by picking out her first outfit?"
With her free hand, Sally pulled out the small hanger rack from the box
that held each of the ten dresses for the doll on individual hangers, and
that each came with their own matching colored diapers. She was pleased
to see Joe actually taking the time to consider which dress to choose,
and while he didn't pick the girliest option the fluffy purple dress he
did choose had a proper number of petticoats beneath it along with a
giant bow in the back and smaller bows on each of the puffed sleeves. As
Sally handed Joe the doll and watched him begin the slow process of
dressing it, she quietly slipped over to the closet and retrieved a very
similar matching dress for him to wear for the day too. Her hope was that
by letting Joe choose the outfits for his doll and then dressing him the
same way, it would help to add to his own unconscious participation in
his own feminization.
By the time Joe finished the difficult process of dressing his doll using
his uncooperative fingers, Sally was already crouched in front of him
holding his new dress out to him along with a matching purple training
bra and plastic lined purple rumba panties. At this point, Joe was
starting to become a little numb to how feminine some of his outfits had
been becoming, so he just held up his free arm while looking down at his
new doll, that he held protectively in his other arm, so that his Aunt
could begin dressing him.
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Once dressed, Sally placed him in his highchair and brought him a big
bowl of cereal. Next to the bowl she placed his usual Barbie spoon, along
with a smaller plastic spoon with a light on the end. Giving her a
confused look, Sally mimed to him that the small spoon was for him to
feed his baby too. Rolling his eyes slightly, Joe picked up the spoon to
make just one quick motion of feeding the new doll so he could put the
small spoon back down and begin feeding himself. However, as soon as the
small spoon touched the baby's lips and lit up, Joe got a weird feeling.
It kind of reminded him of the safe feeling he got when being hugged by
his Aunt paired with the all over tingle he had felt when the doctor had
been inspecting certain areas of his body, but this seemed to come and go
in almost an instant. Confused, Joe performed the feeding motion again
and got a similar feeling all over. Smiling now, he continued feeding the
doll more rapidly until some internal sensor tripped to say the doll was
full, and the spoon light stopped turning on when pressed to her lips.
This didn't stop him from trying to feed her a few more times anyway, but
upon realizing the nice feeling only came when the doll was hungry Joe
finally set the small spoon down sadly and finally began feeding himself.
The rest of the day went in a similar manner, and for once Sally didn't
have to pressure Joe to do any of the infantile activities he normally
hated as they all meant he could do the same with his own baby doll for a
reward. When Joe absentmindedly popped in his pacifier after breakfast,
he was pleased to be handed a matching one for his doll too. Being burped
after each meal by his Aunt meant he could then burp his own doll with
the special sensor burp cloth she had come with. Placing the doll on her
matching training potty with its own musical announcement of success
helped make his potty more bearable. Even losing control and wetting
himself was no longer as frustrating an event as it meant he'd get to
change his doll's diaper too, and by the time dinner rolled around Sally
was beginning to wonder if he might actually be starting to wet himself
on purpose. Being tucked in for his nap also happened with no complaints
for the very first time as he knew his baby doll would be joining him in
her own crib, though his feelings did begin to change when the lights
were actually turned out.
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After Sally brushed Joe's bangs out of the way so she could kiss his
forehead before his nap, she raised up the guard rail and wished him
sweet dreams through the bars before heading off to make dinner. Joe had
the doll's own crib set in the bed next to him, and he was currently
touching the doll with a few of the fingertips on his right hand as he
snuggled up under his bright pink comforter. This particular comforter
was the one his Aunt had purchased that had the body of a cheering
cheerleader embroidered on it as she had really been enjoying seeing
Joe's pigtailed head perched over it as she tucked him in for naps and
bedtime. Joe wasn't concerned with that though, as his main thoughts were
concentrated on how it would feel to try touching himself again for the
first time since his doctor's appointment.
Reaching into his diaper, his pulse quickened slightly as his left hand
made its way towards what remained of the shaft of his penis. The
remaining nerves were sensitive enough that even his light initial touch
was enough to set his heart really racing, but that feeling was suddenly
met with an equal momentary sense of vertigo and wrongness. Yanking his
hand away, Joe looked around confusingly and unconsciously gripped the
hem of the dress of his doll a little tighter. Making the attempt again,
Joe tried touching himself more forcefully this time and was met with an
equally aggressive wave of stomach churning nausea and sickness. It
passed just as quickly as he could pull his hand away, but Joe was
starting to grow concerned. Could his new fun activity already be
triggering the negative feelings associated with Adulthood in his head?
He made one short attempt at fingering himself from the other end, but he
had barely begun when a light dizzy feeling began to take hold and he
stopped entirely. Feeling sad for himself, Joe turned over and placed
both hands on his doll, and felt a momentary jolt of happiness before
finally drifting off to sleep with a sad smile on his face.
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Sally watched from the kitchen as Joe finally gave up his attempts to
touch himself and made the right choice to go to sleep for his nap like a
good girl. She was glad that she had remembered one of the doll's
secondary settings her company had developed had been in case of
incarcerated sexual predators, and turning it on made the doll send out a
short negative pulse that acted as an antithesis to the wave length the
subject desired whenever the doll sensed the subject's heart rate
indicated they were thinking of something sexual or trying to achieve any
type of orgasm. This would make the subject learn over time to fear and
eventually hate any normal sexual activity, turning instead to solely
getting their pleasures from keeping the doll itself happy. While Sally
hadn't originally intended to use this setting on her nephew, their visit
yesterday to the clinic had opened her eyes to the worry of what bad
habits he might pick up now that he knew some release might be possible.
The thought of him doing such nasty things to himself when he should be
behaving like a proper little angel had turned her stomach, and she had
resolved to make sure he learned to be the proper young girl she thought
he needed to be. Thankfully the doll seemed to be working just as
desired; rewarding Joe for all his good behaviors and punishing the
negative ones. It also helped that she could give him a "reward" pulse
whenever he made a good decision on his own, like he had just now when he
chose to stop touching himself like a bad little boy.
While Sally was sure this wouldn't be the last time Joe made an attempt
to pleasure himself, she was confident that each consecutive time he
tried his efforts would get shorter and shorter until he made the choice
on his own to stop entirely. Even if Sally didn't contribute to the
doll's effects on her own, by watching from the video camera and using
her handheld modulator, she was confident the doll's built in program
would be sufficient from this point on. However, that didn't mean she
wouldn't be helping it along, as she was finding that she felt a certain
maternal pride in helping Joe learn how to be a "good" girl. That thought
had Sally smiling to herself as she went back to preparing the large meal
for the three of them that night.
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Thomas arrived right on time in the mid-afternoon, roughly fifteen
minutes before Joe was scheduled to get up from his nap. Sally had texted
him on his way over that the front door would be unlocked, so on his
arrival he let himself in and was greeted with the sight of Sally singing
and dancing gently to herself as she moved around the kitchen preparing
their meal. With her old fashioned outfit, hair, and makeup she truly
epitomized the older ideals of feminine beauty, as she swayed to and fro
while checking on the various dishes, and Thomas found himself transfixed
momentarily in the doorway as he watched her unseen. After a few moments
of entrancement though he found he couldn't hold himself back anymore,
and he quietly made his way over to her. Making sure to make just enough
noise to let Sally know he was coming up to her from behind, he slipped
his arms around her waist and nuzzled her hair while whispering softly in
her ear how lovely she looked.
At Thomas's first touch, Sally's muscles initially tensed up on pure
instinct from her being caught in a moment of weakness, but she quickly
relaxed and leaned into his chest as she enjoyed the momentary fantasy of
being just a traditional housewife and mother with her handsome husband
coming home at the end of a long hard day. Of course, consciously Sally
knew she could never give up her career for a fantasy like that, but
that's what made it a fantasy. She reasoned that plenty of people enjoyed
the idea of things they would never actually want to happen to
themselves, so there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with role playing
it out just this once. She even let him kiss her neck, and while she did
stop him after that one kiss it had been a quite passionate one and she
broke away with a smile that indicated that she had enjoyed it.
After that she laughingly shooed him away to the edge of the kitchen so
she could finish her work, all the while not realizing that the idea
hadn't even entered her mind to have him help. Instead, she offered him
a beer from the fridge to drink before she broached the subject of how
they would need to tell a half-version of the truth to Joe. Thomas nodded
along as Sally talked, as she ferried various dishes to the dining room
table as she finished cooking them, and while he was agreeing with most
of what she was saying the majority of his mind was distracted by how
different she had become in so short a time. Thomas was finding this new
version of his long time crush to be everything he had ever wanted and
more. Her old icy demeanor seemed to be melting away more and more with
each passing day, and her motherly concerns for Joe seemed to be
transforming her physically and mentally into a version of the only real
mother figure she'd ever had; her own grandmother. As she went to go get
Joe up for dinner and brought him back out clutched loving in her arms
with his new doll, Thomas felt his own sense of paternal desires flare
up. This was the family he had always wanted. Joe was quickly
transforming into a picturesque ideal of feminine toddlerhood, and that
was having an equally strong effect on making Sally her ideal mother. As
Thomas gripped the side of one of the dining room chairs out of sight but
forcefully, he knew that he not only wanted to care for this perfect
little family, but more than that he also wanted to be the one in charge
of it.
Taking a quick pull from his beer as Sally carried Joe over, and fluffed
his skirts out so she could lower him into his highchair, Thomas could
only think how this perfect little piece of paradise was entirely
contingent both on Joe accepting his new role completely and also
remaining here in the area. His brows furrowed slightly as he realized
that Joe was literally the lynchpin to him getting everything he had ever
wanted, and that if he was to make his dreams a reality it would mean
taking steps he never would have previously considered. He glanced away
for a moment while Sally was distracted with making sure Joe was buckled
in securely, as she also teased her nephew with whether or not he would
get the doll's spoon before or after he finished eating his own meal, and
he weighed the costs of what he was considering against his own soul. "Is
it worth it?" he thought, but as he looked back at the vision of
loveliness playfully teasing her equally adorable niece he knew the
answer was yes.
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Thomas and Sally intentionally waited until the end of the meal before
talking about important matters with Joe, and Thomas took his time eating
so he could enjoy his own little fantasy of pretending this was just an
everyday family meal. He likely would have been happy to know that Sally
was living out a similar fantasy in her own head, even if she wasn't
remotely considering the long term aspects of it like he was. Sadly,
eventually the meal had to end, and the two of them glanced at each other
before pulling their chairs over closer to Joe in his highchair so they
could talk to him more directly.
They had decided earlier that talking to Joe in the highchair would be a
good reinforcement tool, as it would both highlight his own infantile
yearnings while also forcing him to keep his new doll close; allowing
Sally to use her modulator as needed to tweak his reactions. Thomas
started off by asking Joe if he had been feeling any smaller lately, and
Joe admitted that he had but had thought it was just his mind playing
tricks to make him feel younger like he seemed to be wanting. At this
point Thomas started to explain the lie that they had decided would be
easiest for Joe to accept, that Joe had been shrinking but that it was
due to a very rare bone disease he had picked up from the septic pit. By
laying the blame on yet another illness, it took the responsibility away
from anyone involved and allowed them to place the idea in Joe's head
that his mind may have already been subconsciously aware of what was
happening. That maybe the reason he was suddenly so open to childish and
feminine things was due to him already being, on some level, aware that
they were his only option for a "normal" life. While Thomas talked, Sally
would occasionally add words of encouragement that highlighted the things
Joe had clearly been enjoying about his new lifestyle over the previous
few weeks. As she mentioned each activity, she would give just enough of
a push from the doll's tone generator to help shift his expression from
sadness or confusion to complacency or sometimes even hopeful
consideration. As Thomas finished explaining the long term ramifications
for Joe regarding what he could expect over the next few days, weeks, and
months, they were hopeful in that while Joe was still tightly clutching
his doll his expression remained closer to contemplative rather than
anguished.
Finally Joe looked up at his Aunt and asked her with concern if one of
the things this all meant was that he would have to go to the dentist the
next day. When she replied that it did he became quiet again for a few
more moments before asking if that also meant they could go to the toy
store after. At that small acceptance, Sally just broke out into a joyful
smile before leaning over to give her new niece a hug as she replied
quietly to try and keep her voice from cracking, "Yes, yes we can, and
you can pick out anything you want!"
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