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Richard was flipping a great many somethings the bird. Because two hands weren't enough, he grew a third and fourth and then went all-out and became a hecatoncheires of middle fingers. "Fuck you, and you, and you, and you, and you," he giddily exclaimed, not in anger but in jubilation. "Get out, piss off, you're gone, fuck you, and you, and you! You didn't think I saw you back there? Fuck you too! You suck! You can't do shit to me, and neither can you, nor you! Now get the hell out!" He woke up laughing, wondering just what it was he had flipped off for a few seconds before realizing. The dream had not been subtle. He'd just flipped off all his old worries. The top of his list was empty. Even his girlfriend's father had intentionally and directly tossed Richard's related worries off the ladder. No, his worries were, for the most part, background noise, the sorts of things that any kid with friends would worry about, or maybe he would have to go into Sith mode for a fourth time. ('Please, not again...') The only other big one was 'What if Leslie's therapy doesn't work?', but that wasn't something he could do anything about. It struck him that he was thirteen years old and actively looking for things to worry about. No, that was not what normal kids his age did. Then again, if he were normal in any respect, his life would be much different. Smiling, he decided that it was too early to wake up, so he went back to sleep until other people moving around the house reawakened him. After morning cleansing rituals, he thought about what to wear of all his freshly laundered clothes, knowing that his mother would probably want to take him somewhere. He considered the rubber butt padding and boobs, but they were uncomfortable and very fake and would surely get sweaty on a hot June day. Nah. Maybe when he was older. For now, little girlishness suited him well, and so he decided on Sunshine, happily putting on the Little Miss Sunshine outfit and the granny panties that went with it, leaving his straps down as before and putting on the matching, stretchy, foot-hugging socks. He looked in his vanity mirror and considered whether or not to try makeup - nah, it was still too hot out there and he didn't feel like it - and remembered his hair. He didn't have his pigtails in, like his princess wanted him to! He immediately corrected his mistake, braiding them as well as he could, before going downstairs to eat breakfast with his mother and big sister. "I'd forgotten all about that outfit," Heather said on seeing him. Her daughter had wanted her to forget about it, she realized. It really was rather immature-looking for its size, and it would have languished indefinitely in her closet before being thrown away if Richard hadn't started wearing it himself. Zoe turned around in her chair and smiled. "Good morning, Sunshine!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Good morning, Zoe! Good morning, Mom!" he replied happily. "Well, a good morning to you too, Sunshine," Heather replied, joining in the fun. "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold," she said, but she didn't need to; Richard still had a teenage boy's appetite, after all. "I plan on spending a very nice day with the both of you. Is there anything that's going to interrupt that?" Her children affirmed that it wasn't going to happen. It was Saturday; Majid's boating excursion would be tomorrow. She turned to her son and almost asked him if he was sure he really wanted to do this, but he'd already done far more and she knew it. She had a different warning to give him. "All right, Sunshine, I'm going to treat you exactly the way you clearly want to be treated. If that embarrasses you, you have no one but yourself to blame." Richard laughed a bit around his food, reminded of what Caroline had told him earlier that week. He didn't get to pretend that anyone was making him do this. Richard swallowed his bite. "It's okay, Mom. If it's too weird, you'll embarrass yourself," he reminded her. "All I am going to do today is go walking and shopping with my children." She almost pointed out their contrast, but that would have called Zoe unfeminine, which she decided would start drama that she really didn't want to start. "The two of you should know something I noticed on Facebook last night," she said instead, and they looked at her. "While I don't know what's official yet, Martin's wife and son have changed their last names there." Richard started laughing a bit around his food, and Zoe started clapping. Richard bowed slightly to his big sister in his chair. Heather just sighed. "I had guessed you might react that way, but the breakup of a family is not something to celebrate." "It's our uncle's own fault," Zoe pointed out. "They didn't want to put up with him anymore, so now they're not. This could have ended way worse." "He was the one who wanted to toss his kid into torture camp," Richard added, nearly downing his entire cup of orange juice in one gulp. "It's Martin who didn't want to deal with Michael anymore. Seriously, Mom, what's the problem? He got his wish." "I just hope they can survive on their own without him," Heather replied. "Or would you like to have your cousin living here?" Her children blanched. Richard nearly dropped his fork. "This is not a joke. If my nephew has no place to stay, what am I going to tell him? That my own children are willing to see his family broken up but not willing to give him a place to live?" Richard's mind was squeezing in panic. There was no way he could deal with someone like that on a daily basis, especially not if he knew Richard's sissy secret. This was the kind of thing his worries were not planned for, something his destructive power could do nothing about without causing greater harm. He would have to hide again, he realized, and although he was certain that his mother and sister would not expose him, it was something he never wanted to return to. And Zoe! She would have to hide herself as well! Richard felt like he was in a particularly devious Choose Your Own Adventure book. You thought you were worried over nothing? Great, here's something to worry about! Oh, you wanted to save the mean kid? Great! Now he's your problem! Have fun! "Wait, no, Mom, that's... no way," Zoe stammered out, panicking even harder than her brother. "She divorced him, so now her son is going to move in with the sister of the guy she just divorced?" "Stranger things have happened. I know, it would be an enormous disruption for the two of you, and it is rather unlikely, all things considered, but there is a possibility." "You said we were going to have a nice day today, Mom," Zoe quietly, sadly said. "And that's still the plan. Zoe, he's not going to move in today or even next week, maybe next month, most likely never. Would you have preferred that I didn't tell you about this being a possibility?" Heather asked pointedly, and Zoe had no reply. Yesterday had been an un-fun day at work largely because someone had known something that he hadn't bothered telling Heather. "We practice honesty in this household, Zoe. If there's something that you know that might significantly affect me, I would like to know about it as well." There wasn't anything. Her children lived lives separate from their mother, which was why she wanted to have the family day in the first place. Zoe sighed, putting her hands to her temples and running her fingers through her hair. She really did not want to do this to her mother, not just then, and yet... "Mom, there's something I've got to show you," she said. "Is it something that will affect me?" "It's something that'll affect me," Zoe replied, leading her mother upstairs, and Richard knew what it was. Not wanting to leave his sister alone for this, he quickly finished his breakfast before rushing upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. Heather was trying to suss out Michael's bad spelling. "This is what he thinks I am, Mom," Zoe said, trying to assign as little blame as possible. "God, Zoe, I should have listened to you about him," Heather said, feeling very put-upon. She knew her daughter was just trying to stop her cousin from ever seeing her again, not trying to rub anything in, and she still felt the weight of guilt. "All right. If she contacts me, I'll only accept him if he really has nowhere else to go. It really shouldn't come to that." She shook her head. "Let's set this aside for now. Get your shoes on, both of you. I'd like to go for a nice little walk before we go to a mall I haven't been to in a while." As Richard went to his room, his pretty little skirt swishing, it occurred to him that perhaps he should be concerned about someone from school recognizing him and making fun of him, if not there, in the next classroom, online or off. It further occurred to him that perhaps he should have been more concerned about that multiple times over the past couple of weeks. Looking for a fuck to give, he upended his mental fuck box regarding that particular topic and shook, finding nothing therein except a mildly annoyed cobweb spider. He put the box back into the corner of his mind, deciding that it was the spider's rightful territory. Worrying about his cousin was quite enough, and that wasn't an immediate problem. Putting on the Mary Janes that he'd decided went best with the outfit, he noticed his phone and reflexively checked it for messages, reflexively trying to put it in his pocket before remembering that his outfit didn't have pockets. And he'd almost left without it! That would really have been embarrassing. He sighed slightly. There would always be things to worry about, he knew, short-term and long-term, trivial and monstrous. The heck with it all. His mother had said that this was going to be a nice day so that's what he planned on having. He made himself smile - he was Sunshine today, after all - and hopped downstairs, handing his phone to his big sister to carry. "You really need a purse," Zoe said. She had never had one, having no use for it. Her clothes had pockets, and she didn't carry makeup or a lot of extra stuff. "That's something we can get him in the mall," Heather said, realizing that she was actually going to do this. She was actually going to participate in feminizing her son. Or maybe that was the wrong idea. She wasn't really making him a girl, she was simply making him pretty, the way he and his girlfriend - and his sister - liked him to be. He might grow out of it, she considered, or possibly Susie might, and she wanted to experience this while she could. Instead of sitting in the back where Richard had normally sat, Heather's little Sunshine eagerly sat up front as she drove her children to a small park that she had seen many times and had not stopped at in a while. Wait, had her children played on that playground when they were little? She could not remember. It really was a nice, Saturday morning walk, and she and her children happily spent time together, with her in the middle and her children at her sides, smiling at the only other person there, a lady walking her dog who was pleased to see that at least one child liked dressing up nicely. The path meandered for more than a mile, but Richard was fine in his lovely, low-heeled Mary Janes, which made light clicking noises on the pavement. A couple of gophers, which hadn't been scared off by the woman's dog, poked their heads out and watched them. Then Heather had said that it'd still be a bit before the mall opened, and the swings were right there, and Zoe happily swung with her sissy brother, Richard kicking his legs without a care in the world, and even going down the slides a few times, being careful not to get his pretty outfit dirty, eagerly sitting up front again. Heather was amazed at her son's transformation. Something in him, that had been bound up for years, was being let loose. He was always the sort of boy who didn't want to be seen, didn't want to participate. Playing on a playground at all was a "No thanks, Mom" after the age of ten or so. Now he didn't care at all who saw him, even though he was dressed like a much younger girl and would attract much more attention. Heather determined that this was much better for him, that if dressing up was giving him a more outgoing personality, then it was an enormous benefit to his overall mental health. Even her daughter was participating, and she would not have wanted to, either. Their only concern seemed to be Majid, but Susie reassured them through Discord that they were going in an entirely different part of the Greater Area that day and would certainly not meet up by chance. Eventually, they had to stop, both of them worn out. The mall was further in the same direction as the park, and Heather had timed their arrival quite well, and the stores were just beginning to open. "Masks," she said, opening the glovebox, and her children groaned. "I know, I don't like it either. The mall itself doesn't require them but most of the stores do. They're loose." She had actually bought a multicolored pack, and she took an orange one, Zoe took a blue one to match most of her clothes, and Richard put on the yellow one, smiling behind it. Zoe held on to his hanging strap as they walked to the entrance, and Heather noticed with some surprise that he did not complain one bit. There were actually quite a lot of things that Heather had wanted to do over the past few years but had never even suggested to her daughter. Matching mother-daughter dresses, for example. She had done something like it when the girl was four, but later, when Zoe was about seven or so, Heather had pointed to a picture of a woman and her daughter wearing matching dresses and Zoe had shrank back and nearly cried after just looking at the picture. At some point, any kind of suggestion that Zoe would want to look like, or be like, her mother had always resulted in some degree of fear or aversion. Heather couldn't fathom why it was true, but it was, and nothing she gave the girl had ever changed that. She'd hoped that she could have coaxed her daughter out of that attitude after puberty, teach her to be feminine, but she'd gone about it entirely the wrong way and it was clearly a fool's errand in the first place. There was one store that she'd wanted to go to with her seven-year-old daughter, a place specializing in girls' accessories, and she smiled as she saw that it was still open. Her last boyfriend had been with her then, and he could actually be a decent guy when he wasn't drunk, but he'd thought it was a waste of time and money, and Richard had shrank back (a small part of him had wanted to go in, but he could never have said it out loud, not at that age). Before Heather could suggest that she and Zoe might go in without them, Zoe had immediately sided with the males. Heather, crestfallen, had just gone along with the rest of them. This time, though, Zoe was very willing to go in with her, not for herself but to be her mother's partner in making her son more girly, which was what he clearly wanted as well. Heather smiled deeply at the idea that Zoe was now her.. well, 'partner-in-crime' was a bit much, but that was how it felt. They walked in together to the smiling greeting of a girl who was clearly new there, browsing the racks, mother and daughter deciding what would look best on their little Sunshine. This mall was struggling as well, and to cut costs, that accessories store had to let a long-time employee go and hire a teenager at close to minimum wage, at least for the summer. Angeline had eagerly leapt at the chance, as she just needed to get away from her parents. After that disastrous babysitting experience, the one that had gone so right for her until it went so disastrously wrong (she could still hear the funeral dancer music sometimes), her parents had thrown blame her way and she had hotly reminded them that they had told her exactly what to do and she had done it. They had told her how much trouble she could have gotten in, and she had practically screamed at them, demanding to know why the hell they didn't tell her that before she had put those boys in those dresses. They hadn't dared to punish her, not even to decrease her substantial allowance - if she got upset enough to blow the lid, she'd get them both sent to the state pen in a hot minute - but the tension was such that she had to find reasons to stay out of that house, even if it meant taking a minimum wage job at a mall. She'd make some money, maybe make some normal friends, and the general lack of customers meant that she could fool around on her phone for most of her shift, getting paid seventy bucks a day to watch cat videos. She was absolutely not fooling around on her phone when that group came in. That extremely cute sweetheart in the Little Miss Sunshine shirt, ruffled skirt, ruffled socks, and Mary Janes was a boy, she was certain of it, she knew what to look for. Aha, there, his mother had just gestured to his Adam's apple and picked out a yellow choker to cover it up, and his sister had picked up some matching clip-on earrings and plastic bracelets, and they'd agreed on some yellow, little-girlish hair clips with the little spheres on top for his oh-so-sweetly braided pigtails. He was getting a belt pouch, too, a sparkly yellow one to match the rest of his outfit! His sister was holding on to him by a strap, and he was smiling, he was actually smiling, and Angeline wondered just how much pressure and subtle manipulation they'd placed on him to get him to accept being sissified to that extent. She'd hoped in the back corner of her mind that she'd meet a sissy when she took the job, and she couldn't believe that she'd found one at the end of her first week! She made her move when they approached to purchase the items. "Wow! You've made some good decisions here, these will go perfectly with that outfit," she said in a tone that implied she knew exactly what was going on. "Hey, if you want to get him some real earrings, I know a good place to get them pierced," she told Heather, putting subtle emphasis on the male pronoun, and Heather was surprised and unsure how to respond. Richard immediately grew wary. This girl knew he was a boy and was clearly interested in him, and the first thing she said was that he should get holes pierced through his flesh? Something about the way she talked was setting off alarm bells, and Richard reminded himself that there was just no way someone genuinely, manipulatively evil could possibly be working at the counter of a girls' accessory store. Fortunately, he had an easy and fast way out. "Sorry," he said in a voice far more confident than Angeline was expecting; she hadn't even been expecting him to speak up at all. "My girlfriend wouldn't like it if I did." Angeline kept up the customer service persona, saying that she understood completely and hoped that he and his girlfriend would have a wonderful time together while ringing them up, but inwardly she was fuming. Of course, of course she couldn't have anything good, of course a sissy like him was already claimed! Damn it! She wanted to press for information but knew that it would only make her look suspicious to his family, and as they happily left the store to sit on a bench and put the items on, she stewed over missed opportunities. Heather chuckled. "I didn't think you'd be recognized so easily," she said. "At least she was nice." "Yeah, a little too nice, Mom," Zoe said, snapping the necklace around Richard's neck, making sure that it wouldn't actually choke him. "I don't think she and Susie would get along." Heather chuckled some more in reply. "Looks like our little Sunshine is a little Don Juan." She gave her son an impromptu one-armed hug after she finished putting in the hairclips around his pigtails and the clip-ons on his ears. (They were substantially less irritating than he had expected.) Zoe put his phone in his sweet little pouch, and he wore it happily, his bracelets reflecting the fluorescent lights. This, Heather realized, was what she wanted the whole time, the experience she was expecting to have with her young daughter, the experience of being a giving mother to a happy child, letting her child sparkle in the light. She smiled. So what if it was her son and not her daughter? Who had the standing to judge her, judge any of them? Her brother would have despised this, but his family was in tatters. Heather's family was enjoying this and that was all that mattered. She smiled widely behind her mask. "Okay, Sunshine. Is there anything else you need?" "Socks," Zoe said immediately, and Richard nodded in agreement. He only had a few pairs of socks and tights, and most of them were meant to go with specific outfits. The Target was on the other side of the mall, so they walked past quite a few stores, many of which were shuttered. Heather was a window shopper by nature, taking time to browse, and normally she would never have done this with her children in tow. Zoe got bored of it; Richard got really bored of it. But today was different, today her children were okay with their mother's lackadaisical browsing, even when she went to places like gift stores where Zoe would normally never be caught dead with her in. There was all kinds of weird stuff in that darkened store, plasma globes and UV blacklights, adult-themed stuff that Zoe was surprised wasn't behind glass, a physical copy of Cards Against Humanity (Zoe had never seen one before; all their games had been online), extra-large gummi worms, and abruptly as she walked, she felt herself tugging on the strap. Richard had come to a stop. "What are you looking at?" Zoe asked. Richard pointed at the pacifiers, actual adult-sized pacifiers, on the wall. Zoe covered her laughing mouth before realizing she was already wearing a mask. Wait, so was he, so that meant that he could... and he was probably already thinking it, no, she was sure he was was thinking it. She immediately snagged a yellow one off the wall and realized that she hadn't brought her own money and he hadn't brought his. "Mom, will you buy this for us?" she quietly asked with a small smirk. Heather immediately, clearly caught her daughter's intention and looked to make sure Richard was in on it. He obviously was. "That's a wonderful idea," she agreed with a mischievous smile, feeling very much like she herself was a teenager again, trying something taboo just because it was taboo. They shopped around for a little while longer before purchasing the pacifier from a very, very unconcerned cashier. (She had been the store manager since it opened twenty years ago. Nothing fazed her anymore. A teenage girl dolled up in a little girl's outfit wasn't even on her radar and she didn't even look at what the girl's mother was buying her.) Conspiratorially, the three of them went into the ladies' room together, and Heather snipped the package open with the scissors in her purse. "Wait," she told her son before she could pop it into his mouth. She washed it off thoroughly in hot water, a bit of mall hand soap, and then a very heavy rinse before offering it to him. Smiling, Richard accepted the pacifier and started suckling on it, silently noting that it still tasted very faintly of soap. He put his mask back on, and it was indeed loose enough that no one could tell he was pacified. He laughed into the mirror behind his pacifier while his mother and sister smiled together behind their own masks. Richard fell into a state of bliss, not the same as when he was with Susie but deep contentment nonetheless. If he had been told a couple weeks ago that he would be walking around a mall dressed like a pretty little girl, with accessories to match, with a pacifier in his mouth, he would have freaked out. But his relationships, the mutual trust and acceptance of himself and everyone he cared about, had grown by leaps and bounds, and the happy little sissy eagerly let his big sister hold him by the strap as he walked along in his Mary Janes. A few people looked at them, but so what? They were obviously just girls being girls. Normally, Heather would never have wanted to buy a lot of clothes in a regular store, favoring thrift stores and yard sales, but the pandemic had hit chain stores hard, and there was a lot of inventory that this store was obviously just trying to get rid of. Some of it, Heather was pleased to note, was clothes. The kind of ruffled socks that her little Sunshine had on weren't available, but there were things in all kinds of cute patterns, and she and Zoe shared a very happy moment together deciding which cute kitties, unicorns, and hearts would look best on his feet. (Heather even picked up some socks for herself, and after a bit of consideration, Zoe did too.) The store also had a supply of was one-piece pajamas, similarly on sale. Richard just wished that they had feet and maybe mittens attached. "Oh my God, these are so cute," Zoe nearly squealed, picking out one with a rainbow pastel motif that reminded her of his Spectral outfit and another one that had a unicorn's head on it. Heather smiled. "Zoe, do you want some for yourself?" she asked, and Zoe froze a bit, trying to think up a truthful answer that would explain how she really felt about this. Her mother understood. "I'm not going to judge you or change our relationship if you choose to wear them," she said quietly. Heather was getting a handle on why Zoe, who still maintained a small population of plushies in her room and had just chosen some kitty socks for herself, was averse to some cute things. The girl was worried that her mother was going to treat her in a way that she didn't like, drag her into activities she despised, and Heather could admit to herself that she would have done exactly that. Zoe, uncertain, looked to her brother, who was nodding in agreement and acceptance, his eyes saying it all, that she would be fine wearing that if she wanted, that their mother wouldn't actually see things like that as a stepping stone to take away her independence. Heather bought two pairs of the rainbow and unicorn sets, letting her kids look like twinsies. She also took the chance to buy them regular clothes as well, smiling inwardly at the idea that her pacified son wouldn't whine in the way he had before. The stuff they had was bought secondhand and getting just a bit ratty, and no one was watching nor cared about the pretty girl in the boys' department. Zoe briefly wondered how they would deal with this in the fitting room, but, of course, the fitting room was closed due to the pandemic and Heather knew her children's sizes. While Heather wanted to give her son a bit of a high-class, preppy look, befitting his new status as Susie's boyfriend, there were things that the pacified Richard shook his head at. It wasn't looks he was worried about, but irritation. He felt the inside of everything that Heather picked out, feeling uncomfortable seams and the inside of buttons. Heather would normally have been exasperated at this sort of behavior, but she reminded herself that the boy's skin was certainly sensitive to that kind of thing, and she was being rather insensitive by not having realized that sooner. As he was only concerned with feel and letting his mother pick out looks, there were enough things that they could both agree on. Zoe, of course, picked for herself, and Richard felt a strange sense of enjoyment at being the little sibling whose mommy picked his clothes for him. They didn't worry about what a cashier might think, as they used self- checkout, and with their purchases in hand, Heather led her delighted children back to the car through the mall. Angeline, having served a couple of other customers in the interim, looked at the sissy boy and his family intently as they passed by, seeing his face from behind and recognizing with amazement that he was suckling on a pacifier behind his mask. (The uninitiated would have never noticed, but she was wise to such things.) She couldn't figure it out. He'd sounded so confident, and there was the way his mother and sister were by his side, all of them carrying shopping bags, the three of them so carefree, it didn't even look like he had ever been upset about it... It looked like he had always wanted this to happen to him! With a rush of insight and the fury of feeling betrayed, Angeline realized that her parents had told her the entirely wrong things for the wrong reasons. She was sixteen years old and smoking hot. There were males beyond count who would gladly volunteer for someone like her to dominate them, sissify them. She didn't have to try to mold the personality of some innocent kid who was in over his head. She could fully tell the right teenager, someone closer to her age, in exquisite detail exactly what she planned to do to him, and he would ask for it - and she would not be risking going to fucking jail for child abuse nor would she wind up on the sex offender registry. Hell, there were wealthy adult men who would line up to be her pets, and she could have as many as she wanted! Her ideal boytoys were already out there somewhere, waiting to be plucked, and she was going to find them. Heather took off her mask as she got into the car, and her children did as well, Richard still happily suckling on his pacifier. "Spit that out. People will ask the wrong kinds of questions," she admonished her son, and he reluctantly did, knowing that his mother was probably right, putting it into his new belt pouch. The question, she decided, might kill the mood, but she had to ask it even if she didn't expect an actual answer. "Why did it take this for us to enjoy a simple day of shopping together?" she asked anyway, gesturing to Richard's pretty outfit. "Because we trust you now," Richard answered, simply and immediately. "Yeah, it really is just that," Zoe added. "You're actually on our side now." Heather understood very, very well. "You actually listened when I showed you the scratchy stuff in the clothes," Richard pointed out. "I wasn't even talking, and you still listened." Heather remembered when he was younger and she had dismissed that stuff as annoying whining. God, had she actually been like that to them? How many other things like that had pushed them away from her? Of course, the other way was true as well. "And you actually listened when I told you what would look good on you," Heather replied, and he nodded. "All right, Zoe, Sunshine, what do you want to eat?" The food court had been totally closed. "There's a Chinese place right there," Zoe said, pointing. "There's a sign, pick-up and delivery only, but that means they're open." Heather and her children were all amazed at just how far some people went in protecting themselves from the coronavirus. Transactions, of food and money, were handled through a plastic airlock. But the customer service was friendly and the lady gave Richard enormous compliments on his outfit, and it wasn't long until the three of them were drinking cans of green tea and eating chicken, lo mein, and pork fried rice in the car, Richard having napkins over his lap to protect his ruffled skirt, and Heather's heart melted. God, he was just so precious. No wonder he had been so protective of himself. "Are you ready to go home?" Heather asked. "If you don't have anywhere else, yeah," Zoe said. Heather could never have imagined her daughter saying that before. She actually wanted to spend time with her mother. Hallelujah! "Mom, do you want to go back to that park?" Richard suggested. "No, I think I'm done for the day," Heather said. "But thank you for asking." She drove them home with a combination of elation and enlightenment, feeling very much like she had unlocked something in both her children and herself. "Oh, hey, Mom, do you want me to pay for some of that stuff you bought?" Richard asked after walking in the front door. "Richard, everything we did today was my gifts to the two of you. I certainly don't expect you to pay me back for any of it. The only thing I want in return is to see the two of you in the pajamas you decided on." Brother and sister decided to wear the rainbow ones first, even picking out matching socks to go with them, and Heather again listened when her daughter told her what could be done with the picture Heather wanted to take, of the two of them with their arms around each other: it would be for her, the Squad (who greatly enjoyed it), and no one else. And then the two of them went to play their favorite together. Fifteen minutes later, a twelve-year-old a thousand miles away pounded his fist on the keyboard. "Fucking sweaty tryhards, I bet your mom still dresses you!" he shouted at the screen after he and his partner suffered a humiliating, catastrophic, and rapid defeat. A few more crushing victories later, Zoe decided that she had something she wanted to show her brother, introducing him to a a Korean comics website he'd never even heard of, and he popped his paci back in as he read. Heather's children gladly helped to make a late dinner, still wearing their incredibly cute pajamas, and she took note when Richard said that Majid wanted to get a 7 AM start on their boating on Sunday, showing her on the map where he planned on taking them. "Go to bed right after you eat," Heather told her children. "That lake is an hour's drive away." Being woken up that early was not something her children favored, but Ricky would be with Susie and Zoe would be with Leslie, and so they would tolerate practically anything. 'Hey, Zoe," Richard asked after they had finished, "this is gonna sound weird, but... can I borrow one of your plushies?" Zoe smiled in immediate understanding. "Looks like someone wants to feel little tonight." Richard blushed and she kissed him on the head, and he followed her into her room where she decided which one to give him. "For some reason, I've always thought of this one as a boy," she said, handing him a pink stuffed rabbit. "Here's Mr. Flopsy. Take good care of him." "I will," Richard agreed, hugging the plushie to himself, very much enjoying the sensation of being little, mothered, cared for, and safe. He went to go pee - he wasn't wearing a diaper, and the one he did have was for his next session with Susie - and he put a pair of his cute socks over his hands, cuddled Mr. Flopsy close, and happily snuggled under the covers, suckling on his pacifier. He realized that he was getting an erection, but he didn't do anything about it. That, too, was for Susie. Instead, he simply decided to enjoy the feeling of being little, and he drifted off to sleep.