Peace In The House

by Karen Singer

 

Chapter 5: Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk

 

When her friends had left, Sally realized she had a dilemma and she spent the rest of the weekend thinking about it. She had set herself a goal of turning her brother into the biggest sissy she possibly could and she realized that her goal had become her mission in life for the rest of the summer. John had certainly come a long way in his first week, but now what? What else could she do to him? She realized that he was only dressing and acting like a sissy because he had to. He wasn't a real sissy – yet. Sally knew that by the time the summer was over, she wanted John to be such a total sissy that he would find it very difficult to even try to behave like a normal boy. But what else could she do? She rather liked the sissy baby ideas she had imposed, but she also just liked seeing him dressed as a girl. And besides, she needed him to help around the house, and babies don't usually do a lot of that.

On Monday, Sally invited Megan, Cathy, and Jenny over to discuss the problem. They all sat at the kitchen table and talked while John watched his morning kids TV shows. "I don't know what to do," Sally said to them. "I'm running out of ideas on ways to turn him into a bigger sissy. And I guess I need to find something to keep him busy. I can't just make him watch kid's TV shows all the time."

The four girls were discussing various ideas, when Jenny had a thought. "You know," she started, " he's starting to look more and more like a sissy, but personally, I don't think he really sounds much like a sissy when he talks. Is there some way we can make him talk like a sissy?"

"Jenny, you're brilliant," said Sally perking up at the suggestion. We need to find a way to make him sound more sissyish every time he opens his mouth. Any ideas?"

"We can try to make him pitch his voice higher whenever he talks," said Cathy, "so that he sounds more like a girl."

"Yeah," said Sally enthusiastically, "we'll definitely have to do that."

"We could make him talk with a lisp all the time like a regular faggot," said Jenny.

"Ok," said Sally.

"You know," said Cathy, "I have a three year old cousin who still talks in the most adorable way. When she talks she can't pronounce some sounds very well so the result is that she sounds like the toddler that she is. We could try to teach him to talk like a toddler."

All the girls just stared at her. "Oh, I like that idea," said Sally. "Tell us more. How does your cousin talk?"

"Well," said Cathy, "she really has trouble with her 'R' sounds and 'L' sounds. They both come out more like 'W's. What if we taught John to talk like that?"

"So," Sally said trying to make sure she understood, "when he says my name for instance, instead of 'Sally', he would say 'Sawwy'?"

The instant she said it, they all laughed and Sally knew that this was something they would absolutely have to do. "I think he's going to have a lot of trouble learning to talk that way," said Sally with a grin, "but this is just too good an idea to pass up!"

"You may need some kind of incentive for him," said Megan, "like you might want to punish him some way every time he says something wrong."

"An excellent idea," said Sally. "You're right. It's going to be hard for him, so we need something fair, but that will still force him to do it right."

The girls spent the next half hour working over the details of a punishment system for John.

 

"Say hello to everyone Sissy," Sally ordered him as they all walked into the den to start John on his new training.

John immediately got up and did three separate curtseys and said hello to each of then.

"Sissy," Sally said to him as she turned off the TV, "we all decided that while you're starting to look more like a proper sissy, you don't sound like one at all. So from now on, you're going to have to learn to talk the way we want you to."

"How's that?" John asked suddenly very wary and more than a bit apprehensive of anything new that his sister might have dreamed up.

"For starters," said Sally, "you're going to have to learn to raise the pitch of your voice so you sound more like a girl and don't sound like a boy anymore." Before John could say anything to that, Sally continued. "Also, from now on, you are totally forbidden to use an 'R' sound or an 'L' sound in any word you say."

"What the hell?" said John aghast, and not really understanding what she was talking about.

"I'll forgive you for that one," said Sally, "but no more."

"What are you talking about?" said John.

"For instance," said Sally "from now on, when ever you say my name, you'll say it as 'Sawwy', no more 'L' sounds. The same way with anything that has an 'R' in it, like the word 'sorry' will be said as 'sowwy'."

John just looked at her like she was crazy. He couldn't do that.

"And just to help you learn, we're imposing a punishment system for every time we hear you say anything wrong."

John was suddenly much more afraid. He had learned the hard way just how painful Sally's punishments could be.

Sally then explained the punishment system they had worked out a few minutes earlier. "Every single time, you say anything wrong, you're going to get 1 point added to your punishment count. For every 10 counts, you're going to immediately get a hard spanking until you cry and promise to try harder to talk the way you're supposed to. Every time the count reaches 15, you'll get your mouth washed out with soap. Every time it hits 20, you'll not only get spanked, but you'll get your mouth washed out with soap, and you'll lose your morning potty privileges for a day. Then the count will start over again from zero."

John was screwed and he knew it. "But Sally," he started to protest.

"Sally just interrupted him and said, "That's one!"

John didn't know what to do. He wondered if he could manage to never say anything again for the rest of the summer, but Sally dashed that hope from him when she said, "Now let's practice."

John spent the rest of the day learning to talk like a toddler in a girl's voice. It wasn't easy for him. The girls came up with phrases for him to say, they made him read to them from a magazine, and they made him recite nursery rhymes to them.

 

By the time Kate got home that night John had been spanked six times, had had his mouth washed out with soap four times, and had lost his morning potty privileges for the next three days. And his count was still going. Presently it stood at three.

"Hi guys," Kate said to them as she walked in the door.

"Hi, Mom," said Sally to her.

John didn't say anything. "Sissy," Sally said to him, "say hello."

"Hewwo Mommy," John said embarrassedly to her in a high-pitched voice.

"Oh boy," said Kate staring at him. "I see you're teaching him something new. I can't wait to hear all about this one!"

While they all ate, Sally told her mother about John's new speaking rules and the punishment program they had worked out to make him learn. "Isn't that a bit strict?" asked Kate when Sally had finished.

"It needs to be," Sally said to her, "otherwise he won't do it."

"You're probably right about that," Kate agreed.

"What do you think about it?" she asked John who was sitting in his highchair and hadn't said a word during dinner.

"I don't wike it, it's hawd," he said carefully in his little girl voice.

"I'm sure it is," Kate said to him, "I wish you luck." It was clear that John wasn't going to get any sympathy or help from his mother.

 

Sally was relentless in John's training. She knew that she had to be. She started carrying around her little date book and every time she even thought she heard John say something wrong or she didn't like the pitch of his voice, she added another mark in her book, and when necessary, crossed off the days on her calendar where John would not be allowed his morning potty privileges. John absolutely hated it, but the constant punishments and the impending threat of more punishments every time he made a mistake, made him try very, very hard indeed to not say anything wrong.

Sally started spending more and more time just talking with John about other things while they were cleaning the house. It was one thing for John to have to recite or read things while he was conscious of the way he needed to speak, but during the calm casual conversations about other things he didn't always have his mind on how he should be speaking and he quickly learned how fast he could rack up points if he wasn't careful.

On his second day of voice training, Sally and John were working on polishing the downstairs furniture together. It was John's first day without being allowed access to the toilet in the morning and by mid afternoon, Sally could tell that something was bothering him. "What's wrong?" she asked him.

"I have to potty weel bad," John said.

"I thought it might be something like that," Sally said to him. "I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to get used to doing it in your diapers for a while until your punishment days are over." Just as an added precaution to prevent John from even trying to get to the bathroom, Sally got John's special gloves and put them on him.

John struggled for a while more, but suddenly Sally saw him totally freeze. All his muscles were locked up and his face turned bright red. John was trying to hold it back, but the pressure had become too much and despite everything John could do to stop it, he thoroughly messed his diaper. As it started to come out, John let out a whimper that quickly turned into heartbroken crying as he forced himself to relax and let it all come out in his diapers. "I'm sowwy Sawwy," he cried pitifully, "I couldn't hewp it! Pwease, pwease don't make me do this again, Pwease!"

Sally knew she had to be tough. "No," Sally said to him, "the point of this is to teach you to talk like you're supposed to. Maybe this will help you to learn. There's only about another hour before your normal diaper changing time, so you can spend that time thinking even harder about talking correctly." John's wet and now thoroughly messy diaper felt awful to him. He walked much more straddle-legged, but there was no way he could get rid of the messy bulk that surrounded his bottom. It was maddening. It was humiliating. He felt like a total infant. He couldn't wait to have his diaper changed.

By Friday, John was doing really well with the way he talked. Sally's relentless pressure had served to teach him quickly. The pitch of his voice was starting to sound more and more natural, and the way he pronounced his words was becoming more and more of a habit. His punishments became less and less and it had taken him two days to rack up enough points this time to add another day of no potty privileges.

 

On Saturday morning, Kate handed Sally their weekly allowance while John was taking his bath. "My paycheck was even better than I expected this week," she said to sally as she handed a small pile of bills to her. "There's sixty dollars there for you, but please, this time, save a little bit of it for yourself. Don't spend it all on Sissy."

"I won't," Sally said to her delighted.

"I have to go grocery shopping again," do you want to go?"

"Can we go to the mall with Cathy instead?" Sally asked her.

"Sure," her mother said to her. "Are there any special groceries you want me to get for you while I'm shopping?"

Sally thought for a minute then said with a glint in her eye, "How about some baby formula and some baby food for John?"

"I'll have to think about it," was the only answer Kate gave her.

 

A few hours later, Cathy's brother dropped Cathy, Sally, Megan, and John off at the mall. "I'll be right here around three o'clock to pick you up," he said as they waved goodbye. Once again, John was out in a crowed shopping center dressed like a sissy. He was again very conscious of his bare legs showing under his skirt and the way everyone was looking at him. There was nothing he could do about it however, except to endure it.

When they sat down for lunch in the food court, Sally suddenly looked at John's lunch and said, "Darn! I forgot his baby bottle." Everyone just laughed, but John realized that this was the first time he would be allowed to drink anything from a regular cup since his punishment started.

Sally didn't buy as many things for John that week but she did buy him some things. In a shoe store, she surprised everybody when she made him try on a pair of plain black pumps with about a 2-inch heel. "I want him to start learning some other things too," she explained. She also bought him a new skirt and top set to wear and since their supply was getting low, another package of diapers.

John was once again subjected to having to explain to people over and over again why he was dressed the way he was, except that this time, he had to do it in his little girl voice. The effect brought even more laughter and strange stares. Having to speak the way he did solidified his sissy image totally. He even felt like a total sissy, but there was no other way he could behave. While he was nervous and humiliated about it, Sally's training was starting to rob him of even the ability to hate the way he acted. He was indeed becoming more and more of a total sissy.

 

When they got home that afternoon, Kate showed Sally what groceries she had bought. When she opened a cabinet, there were two boxes of baby cereal, a large can of powdered formula, and a whole lot of jars of baby food. "I wasn't going to get these," Kate said, "but since things have been going so well around here, I finally decided to give in and get them for you. However, you can feed him baby food in the morning and in the afternoon, when I'm not here, but when I'm around, I want him eating normal grown-up food! Is that clear?"

"No problem, Mom," Sally said. "Actually, he's been doing so well lately, that I've decided to let him start having some grown-up sissy days once in a while. I just need these to help remind him of his place."

That evening, John got his first taste of baby formula as he was put to bed. "Sawwy, this miwk tastes bad," he said as Sally tucked him into bed and he got his first taste from the bottle.

"That's because it's not milk," Sally told him. "It's baby formula for good sissy babies like you. Now drink it all, and goodnight." From that point on, whenever possible, John was fed baby cereal with a bottle of formula for breakfast, two jars of baby food and another bottle of formula for lunch, and he was given another bottle of formula to drink when he was put to bed for the night.

 

On Sunday afternoon Kate walked in to Sally's room where Sally and John seemed to be having fun together reading the latest fashion magazines to each other. "Can they really be starting to become friends and like each other?" she wondered to herself. Then out loud she announced. "I'm tired of having to eat at home all the time. I want to go out to a restaurant for dinner tonight. I've been more or less afraid to be seen with Sissy in public, but now, I just want to get out of here. So everyone else can think what they want. We're going out for dinner tonight. Sally, I expect you to make sure that Sissy is dressed as respectably as possible."

"Sure Mom," Sally said gladly. "No problem."

When it was time to go, Sally and John finally came down from her room where the two had been getting ready. Kate was very pleased and also a bit surprised. She had been a bit apprehensive about what kind of outfit Sally would put John in to humiliate him, but this evening he looked almost respectable, and while not quite passable, quite feminine. Sally had put him into the dress she had gotten him last week, and he had pantyhose on for a change, and wonder of wonders, black high-heeled pumps. His hair and makeup were tastefully done, and Sally had even given him a purse to carry to complete his outfit. "You look very nice," she said to John and meaning it.

John blushed a little and dropped a quick curtsey and said "Thank you" in his little girl voice.

Kate smiled and said "One of the best things Sally is teaching you in all this seems to be manners. I can't tell you how good it makes me feel when someone displays really nice manners. I really hope, when all this is over, that some of those manners stay with you."

John didn't know what to say so he just smiled at the complement. Kate's remarks also made Sally feel good, but she did make a mental note that her own manners could use a little improvement too.

 

As usual, John was very nervous when they got out of the car at the restaurant. While he was still wearing his ever present diapers (Sally wouldn't hear of him being allowed out of them) and had to speak like a little girl, this time Sally had dressed him more appropriately for his age. He almost looked more like a girl than the sissy boy he was becoming. His pantyhose felt strange on his legs and while he had been out in public wearing skirts before, the pantyhose seemed to make him more conscious of his exposed legs. He was having a little trouble getting used to walking in his new shoes too. He had always wondered how women's shoes like that stayed on someone's feet. The looked like they should just fall off with every step. But John's shoes hugged his feet firmly and securely. Between the narrower sole and the height of the heel, John found himself concentrating on every step he took. His purse also felt strange hung over his arm as he walked. Since he had never carried a purse before, he didn't quite know what to do with it, and he found it to be just plain awkward. It also made him more conscious of the fact that he was wearing a dress and didn't have any pockets.

When the hostess greeted them at the door, John saw her eyes open wide for a moment as she looked at him, then she simply led them to their table without saying a word. John just knew that every eye in the place was on him. As they sat down, Sally quickly whispered to him, "Make sure you sit with your legs together, Sissy," something John hadn't even thought about.

John watched as his mother and Sally each set their purses by their feet as they sat without even giving it a moments' thought. John quickly did the same, since he didn't quite know what else he should do with it. Keeping his legs together was not nearly as easy as it sounded. His diaper also seemed to be making it more difficult, but he knew that if he didn't want to draw even more attention to himself, he had better do it. Especially since he really didn't want everyone to know he was wearing diapers under his short dress.

The three of them talked softly while they waited to order their dinner. Kate found it strange to suddenly be sitting across from two daughters instead of one daughter and a son. Dressed as he was, it was certainly hard to even think of John as a son. As they talked, Kate quickly found that she was actually enjoying it though. It was a pleasant change.

When the waitress came to take their order, she quickly looked John over then took Kate's and Sally's order first. Then she turned to John and said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "And how about you missy?"

"I'd wike the fwied chicken dinnea pwease, and a coke," John said.

The waitress's eyes went very wide and she just stared at him for a moment. "The fried chicken dinner and a coke?" she repeated finally.

"Yes pwease," John answered her.

"O…K…," was all she said as she wrote his order down then cast one more look at John as she turned away. Her face was still showing her surprise. It was easy to tell that her seeing John dressed as a girl was one thing, but hearing him talk like a sissy toddler was entirely something else again.

The remainder of the dinner turned out to be a very pleasant evening for all three of them. While John certainly got lots of looks from people, most of them didn't want to be caught staring at him, so Kate didn't feel like they were too much out of place. While she had heard John's little girl voice at home, she found it to be a little bit unnerving to hear him every time he opened his mouth while he was sitting across from her dressed as a teenager. But by the end of their dinner, she had gotten much more used to it.

As they walked back to the car after dinner, Kate said to them, "You know, that was one of the most pleasant dinners we've had out together in a long time. It was so nice not to have to put up with some of your old comments and attitudes for a change," she said as she poked a finger at John.

 

As soon as they all got back into the car, Kate suddenly had a thought and turned around to talk to John who was sitting in the back seat with Sally. "It's still early, she said and I don't really feel like going home yet. I know you're not going to like this John, and Sally will probably love it, but I want to make a stop at the mall. I know I gave Sally full control over your punishment, but all during dinner I kept thinking to myself that your new look is really missing some earrings. So since I don't want to go home yet, whether you like it or not, we're going to stop at the mall and get you some earrings."

"Really Mom?" Sally asked excitedly. "That would be great!"

John was certainly surprised. "But Mommy," he said, "I've been good. Do I have to?"

"This is not a punishment for being bad," Kate said to him. "With the way you're dressing now, I think they'll make you look more feminine. And yes you do have to!"

At the mall, Kate took them into three different stores before she found an inexpensive pair of starter earrings that she liked and where the store offered ear piercing. Sally was a bit surprised and even more delighted when her mother had insisted that John get his ears pierced and not just be allowed to wear clip-on earrings. John was not at all happy about it, but once again, he didn't have a choice.

The sales woman who took care of him seemed to get a kick out of the way John was dressed and came right out and asked Kate if he was being punished. Kate just looked at John and then said to her with a grin, "Why don't you ask him why he's dressed like that."

So the sales woman simply asked John directly. She nearly fell over as she watched John suddenly drop into a pretty curtsey and say in a very little girl voice, "I did dwugs and stowe things, and was vewy nasty to evewyone. Dwessing wike this and becoming a big sissy wiww hewp to wemind me to nevea do any of those things again." She was totally speechless after he dropped his final curtsey signifying that he was done. "I don't believe it," she finally said more to herself than to anyone else. Then to Kate she said much more composed, "I'll be more than glad to pierce his ears for you."

"Thank you," was all Kate said, as the sales woman got ready.

John was afraid to have his ears pierced, but he had no choice but to sit on the tall stool and have it done. His mother had picked out a pair of inexpensive pink garnet earrings that she thought should look good on him. John was not at all thrilled at the prospect that he would soon be wearing them – for a long time. He was also a bit concerned about how much the procedure was going to hurt. He didn't like pain. As the first piercing was done, John wet his diaper uncontrollably. By the time the second earring was in place, there were small tears rolling down his face along with traces of his eye makeup, but he didn't cry out loud.

"There, all done," said Kate to him with a smile. "They look really pretty on you. Now say thank you to the nice lady for helping you."

"Thank you," John said politely but quietly as he turned around and dropped a quick curtsey for her.

"Your very welcome," the sales woman returned.

As Kate handed Sally the money to pay for the earrings, Kate positioned John in front of a mirror so he could see his new earrings. "Don't they look pretty?" Kate asked him.

John starred into the mirror. His face didn't look like his face anymore. The girlish bangs across his forehead and the makeup Sally had put on him really changed him. And now, there were two pink garnets shining from his newly pierced ears. He felt like they stood out like giant spotlights shouting to everyone that he was a sissy. He knew better than to say anything derogatory about them, so he just said, "Yes, they'we vewy pwetty. Thank you."

"You're quite welcome," Kate said to him satisfied. "Now, let me wipe your face off a bit. Your tears have made your makeup run all down your cheeks." With that, Kate wiped the stains off John's face and made him look almost presentable again.

"You were right," Sally said to her when she was finished. "The earrings make him look much better, and much more like a girl."

As they left the store, John's mind was on his new earrings and not so much on trying to walk in his high heels, with the result that he nearly tripped and fell before they got to the front door.

"Sally," Kate said as they continued walking again, "I think you're going to have to get him some more practice in walking in those shoes before we go out again."

"Definitely, Mom," Sally said to her. "I just haven't had the chance yet."

 

Monday morning found Sally, Megan, Cathy, and Jenny all sitting in the kitchen talking. Everyone made a suitable fuss over John's new earrings before he was sent back to watch his morning TV shows.

"I see you've got him in heels today," said Cathy after John had left. "That's a bit of a switch from the baby thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Sally. "Actually though, I bought him those shoes in the first place because I thought they'd be something really sissyish that he could wear, but when we went out to dinner last night he had a lot of trouble walking in them, so Mom suggested that I get him some more practice wearing them before we go out again. I'm making him wear them to get used to them."

"He certainly doesn't walk very well in them," said Megan.

"He walks like a boy," said Jenny. "There certainly isn't any grace in his movements at all."

"So does this mean we're going to start teaching him to walk more like a girl?" asked Cathy.

There was a few seconds of silence while everyone just looked at each other. "Yeah, I guess it does," answered Sally finally with interest. "The only problem is, I really don't know how to teach him to walk like a girl. I'm a girl, so I just do it naturally, and to be honest with you, I really don't wear high heels very often so I don't walk very gracefully in them either. Other than just making him wear the heels a lot, I don't really know what else we can do."

"You know," said Megan, "I really couldn't tell you what the difference is between the way that girls walk, and the way boys walk. I mean, you can definitely tell the difference but I never actually tried to figure it out."

"I don't know either," said Cathy.

"I have an idea of sorts," said Jenny. "Since you're all coming over to my house to swim this afternoon, why don't you all bring a pair of heels with you and we can spend some time trying to figure out the difference."

"Great idea," said Megan.

"I'm in," said Cathy.

"I knew I could count on all of you to help me out," said Sally.

 

That afternoon, the four girls and John met in Jenny's house. Poor John had to walk all the way there in his high heels. They had John walk back and forth across the large great room both with his heels on and without them so they could see just how he walked. Then the girls each took turns walking across the room so they could compare the way they walked and could try to figure out the differences. They spent almost an hour walking and studying their movements before they all jumped into the pool. After swimming for a while, they all found that they were anxious to get started on teaching John how to walk. Everyone was anxious that is, except John.

Trying to come up with a girlish walk for John was not easy. The movements they had him trying to do were not natural for him and everyone seemed to have conflicting suggestions. They seemed to spend a lot of time on his hip movements and in the end, had him not really swaying them so much, but rather using more of a rolling motion. His arm movements were also criticized and corrected, so that he now he had to hold his elbows in closer to his body while at the same time trying to make his arm swings more natural. In the end, the walk they came up with for him turned out better when he was not wearing heels at all.

"Maybe he'll get better with practice," Megan said at last as they all headed out to the pool for one last dip.

"He'd better," said Sally.

The next day, the four girls met at Sally's house again to continue John's training. As they sat talking around the kitchen table while John was watching TV, Megan filled them in on a conversation she had had with her grandmother the night before. "I told you all that my Grams is visiting us for a few weeks. So while I was talking to her last night, I told her all about what we've been doing with John. I was a little afraid of what she might think, but she was actually pretty cool about it all. She told me all about some of the deportment exercises that all the girls had to learn when she was my age. She suggested that we should keep Sissy in heels all the time for a while and then keep putting him in higher and higher ones as he gets used to them. And we should make him walk around a lot with a book balanced on his head to help his posture and so he learns not to watch his feet all the time. She also said that we should get him a corset because that would probably help his posture while he walked. Oh," Megan added finally, "and she said that we might have to be careful though if we keep him in high heels too much, because his tendons can shorten and then he'll have trouble walking without heels."

"Oh cool," said Cathy, "I'd forgotten about that. Maybe we 'should' keep him in high-heels all the time till he gets where he can't go without them."

Everyone laughed, but Sally thought about it for a few seconds before an evil glint came to her eye and she said, "I like that idea, but we have to get him walking more like a girl first."

For the next few weeks, John was subjected to daily deportment exercises. As his walk became more girlish and natural to him, they kept making it harder on him. Balancing a book on his head as he walked around the room, then while going up and down stairs and sometimes, just trying to keep it there all day. They also made John learn how to sit properly and as an exercise to help him learn to keep his knees together Megan's grandmother came up with the idea of making him hold a quarter between his knees whenever he sat down. He wasn't allowed to touch the quarter with his hands, but if it fell, he got an immediate spanking. The thickness of John's diaper made this much more difficult but over time, his leg muscles adjusted and got stronger and sitting with his legs tightly together came natural to him.

On the weekend, they took John to the mall again and bought him some pretty sandals with three-inch heels and then took him into Victoria's Secret and got him a corset. After that John was in the three-inch heels all the time. The corset did help to improve his posture. It also made his figure a little more feminine and helped some of his other movements to become more feminine such as stooping down to pick something up from the floor.

It wasn't long before Sally decided it was time to start training his ankles so that when the summer was over, John would have trouble wearing anything but high heels on his feet. While he was in heels almost all day, she figured that every time he was even able to bend his foot up into a normal position he would be foiling her efforts. But how could she prevent it. The biggest problem she knew would be at night when he was sleeping. She had to find a way to keep his feet pointed straight down all night. What she did was to take a pair of knee socks and sew two wooden dowels onto the sides of each sock that ran from the toe to about the calf. Once they were put on, he couldn't bend his foot at all. And with his special gloves on, he couldn't remove them. So John was put to bed that way every night. When Sally released him in the morning, she always put a pair of high-heeled rubber flip-flops on his feet before he was even allowed to put his feet on the floor. The result was that he never really got a chance to fully bend his feet, and he learned to walk in his heels even faster and better.

 

The Sunday after John was put into four-inch heels, Kate again took them out to dinner. This time when dinner was over, she remarked to Sally, "I absolutely can't believe how well he's walking in those shoes. And somehow, the way he's walking looks more like a girl now. In fact, as his hair keeps getting longer, it's getting harder and harder to tell that he's not a girl. I suddenly seem to have two daughters now, and to be honest with you, I'm really enjoying it. Sally, you're certainly doing an excellent job on him, even though this is only temporary."

"Thanks Mom," said Sally feeling proud. "Actually, I wish he didn't have to go back to being a boy again. He's much nicer to be around now."

"I know what you mean," said Kate, "but as you know, all good things must come to an end."

"Why?" thought Sally to herself.

  

  

  

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