MB2 Momma s Children Part 4
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MB2 - Mommas Children
(Sequel to Mommas Boys)
Written by Dauphin
http://dauphinsworld.activeboard.com/
Part 2
"I am sorry that Cory is sick in bed."
I heard a voice. It was Fiona. She was awake which made me very happy. I
could see the changes in her already. She told her father that she could
play football with him.
Her father hit the door with his fist. He was mad. "There are try-outs
for football, and he needs to be ready. Every time I tell him to
practice football, he makes up some excuse and this will most likely
mean that he will be looking at the others and not have a position on
the team!"
"Can't Fiona play football with you?"
"She is only a girl. Tell Cory that when I come in a few days, we will
practice!"
Their father walked off, and you can nearly see steam running out of his
ears.
As for Fiona, her eyes were wet as if she wanted to burst out crying. I
could understand her, as her own father just said that she was "only" a
girl.
I looked at Fiona and told her that it would be a good time for a talk.
She knew what I wanted to talk about as she was feeling her hair all the
time
"Your hair is shorter, and your body will not develop as a girl. This
means there is no need to plan to cut yourself."
"W-Why? How?" Fiona wondered how she knew she wanted to cut her boobs?
"I am a woman of many talents. Do not worry about being a girl. Just be
yourself. Do what makes you happy"
"I am happy, what will my friends say when they see my hair looks like a
boy and they are growing boobs, what do I tell them when I have none and
never will have any?"
I was about to ask her what friends she had, when Cory came running out
to the sitting room. He had changed quite a lot during his few days
sleep. Now he had hair that was long enough for a pony tail. He looked
worried as if he had some disease. I explained to him the same as I
explained to Fiona. I told him that he would no longer experience the
puberty a boy experiences, and most likely any hair that he got on his
privates would disappear. He could also expect his voice to stay high
pitched as well as his private part get smaller.
Both children were in an uproar. I should have done what I usually done,
and told them just to accept it, as they could experience worse things.
However I was not dominating them. I was giving them a present.
Something that deep down they needed. They would have to accept this in
time, or they would have worse problems. They looked at each other.
Fiona was the first to speak and said that when she seen Cory, it was
like looking at herself.
Then the front door opened and it was their mother. Both children ran to
her and told her how I changed them. Their mother did not believe in
magic and was trying to think of a reasonable explanation. Then the
green ring lit and she said, "You both look better now than what you
were. At least you are alive. Do not complain and thank the nanny."
She then looked at me, and asked would I take the children out of her
hands as she had a hard day at work. I sighed but had to smile when Cory
told his sister that she now looked like him, which made the children
giggle.
The next day, the children were getting ready for school. Cory was more
worried than his sister, as what would the other boys say about his hair
now? He tried to take a scissors and cut his hair. As he was raising the
scissors to his hear I took out my necklace. The gem lit up and the
scissors became green for a few seconds. Cory could not cut his hair. It
was like stone. This made him upset. I walked in and the poor boy was in
tears saying that the hair gets in his eyes and besides that, the others
will tease.
I gave him a hug and told him everything will be OK. I then started to
brush his hair, which he liked; in fact he said that he loved it. I then
took a band with a small ribbon and tied is hair in a ponytail. He could
now at least see. A tear started to come to his eye and I told him that
if they tease, it's them that had a problem. I questioned him if school
could get any worse than the hell he had every day up to now? Cory
looked at me, which made me blink as he did look like a girl. He told me
it was not his hair. He wet the bed again. His sheets were wet.
I gave him a hug and told him I would take care of it.
Both children were gone, and I got my viewing plate ready. I started
looking at how Fiona's day was. She wore a cap that covered her head.
She didn't speak with the others and just observed at what everyone else
was doing. During class time, she was told to take off the cap. There
were snickers when people saw her hair and one girl asked her where she
got her hair cut, was it some men's barber shop. The teacher snapped the
ruler on the desk and said some girls hated having long hair and some
girls looked nicer with shorter hair.
Later, the girls were standing around the notices and said there were
going to be ballet class at the Church. The principal came by and said
she hoped a girl from our school would apply. Some girls laughed at
Fiona, saying that it would not be her as she was not longer pretty
enough. Then they started complaining it was on the other side of the
town.
Some smoke came from the plate and I could see Cory and how he was
doing. Needless to say, some boys noticed his ponytail and started
teasing him, especially when they saw the ribbon. I felt like making
them all to ballerinas, but Cory had to learn to be strong. He didn't
say a word when they teased him and during lunch, he just hid beneath a
train.
A few hours later, Fiona was the first one that came home. She was so
happy to see her mother home. She shouted in joy as she announced that
there were football trials at the football club and she wanted to join.
"They do not allow girls to play football sweetie. Besides that your dad
will forbid it. He wants Cory to play football."
Fiona looked like she was going to hit something. She just went to her
room and hid under her bed.
After supper, I called Cory to the room. I told him that I had a
solution to his bedwetting problems. He told me he knew I was a witch,
and I could put a magic spell on him. I laughed and told him I just have
talents, But I could not solving bed wetter problems my using any wand.
I told him we had to do this the old fashioned way. I told him to lie on
the bed. I then took off his pants and then underwear. He blushed but
did not complain. I could see he was right; his privates had already
shrunk to be quite small. I then took out a diaper and put it under him.
This made him cry and even scream. I was ready for this and took out a
pacifier and put it in his mouth. I don't know if it was the shock of
having a pacifier in his mouth or the fact it secretly comforted him,
but he stopped screaming while I put the diaper on him.
After, I lifted him down to the sitting room just in his t-shirt and a
diaper, with a pacifier in his mouth. I picked up one of his sisters old
dolls so he could hold it. We sat on the rocking chair down in the
sitting room. I didn't speak with him, but I transmitted my thoughts to
his head, "I know your sister and mother are staring at you in a diaper.
I know you are 11 years old. However you have been wetting the bed and
this will keep you dry. You have been wetting your bed for a reason. I
think you do not want to grow up and you really wish you were a baby
again. The fact is that they make you feel more secure"
I knew these words would ring in his head, as if he was getting
subliminal messages.
The doorbell rang, and the twin's father came in. He was about to tell
Cory that the try-outs for football were in a few days time, and hardly
for anyone from his class would be there. He then looked at his son
sitting in the chair wearing a diaper and sucking a pacifier with his
hair in a ponytail.
"What is the meaning of this? Why has my son not got a haircut and why
is he sucking a pacifier, and is that a girls diaper he is wearing?"
"The Nanny is taking care of them. She is a blessing here, I have more
time to do my work. Who cares if he has long hair? Many rock stars do
and he wets the bed... do you want to wash the sheets?" their mother
said
"Our son looks like a sissy baby! I expect you to change the way they
are getting raised, or I promise you will have more trouble that you can
deal with!"
I had to sigh and wonder how to adults could have been in love and make
such beautiful twins and now hate each other. The worse thing is they
spoke about Cory as he was not there.
I decided to tuck the children in bed before I went to bed myself. Cory
was sound asleep, and so was Fiona. I knelt beside Fiona and held my
necklace above her head. It started glowing as I whispered in her ear
that she could play football and say she was him. This would solve her
and Cory's problems. I knew that these words would repeat in her head
all night.
I laid down and figured another day was done.
The next morning, Cory came skipping in my room. "The sheets were dry
and these diapers worked. I feel like a baby and my diaper is wet, but I
slept well. I just wish that the accidents I have at day time would
disappear"
I was smiling as he was standing there in a sagging diaper and he still
had the pacifier in his hand. I walked behind my privacy screen and
rubbed my necklace and within a few seconds, I was dressed.
I told him it was time for breakfast.
Their mother was already gone to work. Fiona was very silent as she sat.
It looked like she was blushing and having a hard time in saying
something. I told her she might as well spit it out. She looked at Cory
and said that he was going through a hard time with his wetting and dad
expected so much of him. Then she said she had a crazy idea that they
could trade. If he did her ballet, she could play football with him.
There was no reaction from Cory. He was sitting a little uneasy at the
table and was after spilling some food down on his clothes and even
managed to spill some juice. I looked down and seen my necklace glowing
and then seen the distress in Cory's face. He didn't understand why he
couldn't even hold a glass or a fork.
I told Fiona that we could speak about it when their mother came home
and I tried to cheer Cory up by telling him that we would be going
shopping after school today.
The day went fast while they were in school. I took a taxi outside town
and picked Cory up at school. He told me that he wet at school and
besides that nothing much happened.
At the mall, I bought some T-shirts and jeans as well as briefs. They
were the boyish clothes I could find. Cory didn't look like he was
enjoying that. Then I bought some baby bottles and more pacifiers and
bibs. I also bought an old fashioned doll with the nicest white dress on
it.
We then sat down on a bench looking at some ducks. I tried to explain to
Cory, "The boy clothes are not for you. However the baby things were.
Whether you like it or not, your body is acting more and more like a
baby every day. We call this regression. You can fight it or---"
"I-I think I should fight it. Daddy would hate the idea of me being a
baby again or acting like one. He thinks I should be tough."
"The problem dear is that you are not tough. You are a delicate flower
born in the wrong body. These expectations are making you regress, as
you cannot cope with being tough."
"The wrong body?"
"You will understand as time goes by. Otherwise this doll is for you.
You always sneak one of your sister's dolls. I want you to own your own
doll."
"Nanny, this is hard to say, but do you think I can do ballet?"
"We will discuss that when we get home."
That night at dinner, Cory said Fiona could pretend that she is him at
football and he will pretend he is her at ballet. At first their mother
laughed and said it will never work. The children looked so
disappointed. I rubbed my necklace and then seen the mothers ring start
to shine. She then said that she was thinking things over and it could
work. The problem is people knew that their hair has changed. Fiona said
no one would go to football and no one from her class goes to ballet.
I told them I would make sure no one knows they have been switched.
The next evening, Fiona came running through the door and had a huge
smile on her face. Cory came in behind her, and went to his room.
I told Fiona that I should go to Cory and see why he is sad. Fiona
pouted and said she needed to tell someone. She went to the football
trials that afternoon. She was asked to kick the ball, and then try to
get a goal and then block the balls from coming in the goal. The coach
said that "he" had a special talent, and he would love to have "him" on
the team. The only embarrassing time is when he had to write the name
down. Fiona nearly told the coach her name, but ended up saying Cory. I
smiled at that.
Cory on the other hand was sad. He had an accident in his class. It was
a Maths class and he suddenly felt that there was a puddle on the floor.
Everyone teased him and called him piss pants and baby. When he went to
the nurse, she got mad at him and said that he was too old to wet his
pants. Cory put his head against my shoulder and started crying. I
offered him the pacifier and he put it in his mouth. I promised him I
would sort it out tomorrow and I would take him to ballet class.
The next morning, the children came down to breakfast and Fiona
snickered while Cory looked shocked. I told him that the high chair was
for him. He didn't complain but couldn't get in it. I lifted it and said
it would be easier to eat. I then put a bib on him and he started to
eat. At the end, I gave him a bottle of milk. He never did complain or
even ask why I was doing this.
I could hear him and his sister in the bathroom getting their hair ready
after breakfast. She now helped put his hair in pigtails as she was more
used to it than he was. She asked why he lets me treat him like a baby.
There was silence and then he said, "She is a witch. You want to make
her mad? A baby is better than being a frog"
I took the taxi that afternoon to the school. Cory was waiting for me. I
told him to wait and went to speak with the nurse. I told her that she
was doing a nice job. I gave her a present as a thank you. She was about
to say that she could not accept presents. However when she seen it was
a ring with a green gem, she smiled and said thank you. I smiled as I
went out the door. It was a white lie that she was doing a good job, but
I was sure that she would do one now.
I took Cory to ballet. Everyone was in the changing room. I took my
necklace out; I smiled as pink butterflies flew out of it and flew all
over the room. The girls thought they were so pretty. It was as if they
were dancing. Then they all suddenly disappeared. I could see that Cory
was afraid as there were some girls from his sister's school. However
they all started calling him Fiona. The butterflies made them see what I
wanted, and that was not Cory. This calmed him down and even though he
was in tights and a leotard, he thought that ballet was fun. On the way
home he said that he felt like he was a bird, flying through pink
clouds. He also admitted that the tights felt like pink clouds were
around his legs.
The next day, Cory came home from school. You think he would have been
happy that it was weekend. However he walked past his mother and gave me
a hug while he was crying. He wet his pants again, and when he went to
the nurse, she put him in diapers. Some at the school noticed them and
he was teased endlessly. I put a pacifier in his mouth and it calmed him
down.
That night, he was sad as well, as he came into my room complaining that
he could not sleep. He told me that his chest was itchy and he couldn't
sleep. I told him to take off his pyjamas and took out a night gown
which was pink and had a nice picture of a unicorn on it; I pulled it
down him over his shoulders. He whispered it was a girls, but I just
smiled and said that it suits him and it will help his growing boobs. He
looked at me, and said in a frightened voice, "Boys do not have boobs".
I gave him a hug and said that he is a special boy, and his body is
adjusting to what he should be.
The net morning, I went into Cory and woke him up. I told him that I had
a solution for his wetting. He laughed and smiled and told me that he
bet that my solution was to wear diapers all the time. I smiled and laid
him back on the bed. He already had a pacifier in his mouth and within
10 minutes he had a diaper on. I told him that he had to wear a diaper,
as he was getting teased for wetting his pants. Cory could see the logic
in that.
However when Fiona came in, she could not see the logic.
"You know that people at school will tease you that you have diapers
on?" she said.
"They will tease Cory no matter what, as he will wet his pants if he
does not wear them."
"He needs to see a doctor. He is becoming more and more a baby girl
every day! He always has a pacifier, and carries that doll you got him.
He uses bottles and now diapers and a night dress."
I looked at Cory. "Cory, you were unhappy when I came here. The fact is
that I think you are a girl born in a boy's body. The reason you are
acting more and more like a baby is because your body is regressing and
wants to start life over as a girl. In other words you are acting like a
baby to restart and now be the princess that you should have been. Are
you happier now?"
"I-I love my doll and I never slept so well because this nightdress is
so comfy and pretty. I love unicorns. I always use my pacifier because
it makes me feel better. I know I have to wear diapers, as I hate
getting teased. I am teased at school for my long hair and wetting, but
at least I am happy when I get home. I can't wait until my ballet show,
as I like pretending I am Fiona."
I continued, "And Fiona, it's not like you are the same as other girls.
Many would say that you are a tomboy. But I bet you like when the boys
at football think you really are a boy. You are a boy in a girl's body,
and why should we not consider you a boy and treat you like a boy? Why
should you not consider yourself a boy?"
"I do think sometimes I should be a boy," she whispered, "I think God
made a mistake that I was made a girl. I always felt sad that I was a
girl. But since you came, my body has stopped developing as a girl and
now I look more like a boy. I have no boobs and I am even starting to
grow a boy's thing down below. I am happy about it as I feel more
comfortable with my body, but everyone will always think I am a girl,
and that hurts."
I saw the mother at the door. She listened to it all. She had a tear in
her eye. I asked her did she want to sit and talk with us. She said that
she had to work.
It seemed as the weekend went very well as the air was cleaned and both
children admitted they were happier now, at least at home. Things went
great until Saturday night.
I was sitting with Cory in my lap. His father came in and started to
shout, "Why is my son not only having pigtails, but sitting in a girl's
nightdress and diaper, and drinking from a baby Bottle? What the hell is
happening here? You should be ashamed Cory as I am ashamed about you!
But do not worry; I will do something about this!"
He went out and slammed the door.
To be continued...
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