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Incomplete stories are put in the main Story & Art Forum area. I mean heck the subheading says to message Elfy about moving your story here. I’m surprised the admin here haven’t disabled the Start New Topic button in this area after all this time. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
We're getting close to the end of this story now; I'll probably have it all finished by the end of the month. So first, I'd like some feedback on my plans going forward. I'm going to finish this one, and then switch to posting The Littlest Intern (and The Littlest Spy when a chapter is ready) for a while. But I'm planning to start reposting another one of my older stories when it gets to my birthday, which is a month away now. Does anyone have a particular preference for one of my older stories? There's a couple of incomplete ones which I could start posting and then try to finish writing it before we catch up to the last chapter written; or I could repost one that's all ready to go. There's a few stories that share a character or two with one I've already posted (Under One Roof, Potty Genius, Unexpected Daddy, technically A Dose of Humiliation, or In Training, but not Hypnosis Doesn't Work Like That!! yet, because the first few chapters need some heavy continuity fixes). Or there's stories which kick off their own series (Testing the Babysitter, The Dare That Changed My Life). Or we could go with something that doesn't have so much crossover, like My Sister's Problem or Younger Than You Think?. Do any of those titles sound interesting to you? I'd try posting a poll in its own thread, but not sure what the etiquette is about that or where is appropriate, and it would sap my motivation if nobody responded. So, for now, please leave a comment if one title jumps out at you, or if there's another story you'd like to see. Anyway… I'll leave you with a new chapter for today. And comments on this are much appreciated as well. 145. My Good Girl I woke up early, with a smile on my face. I turned to see Ffrances, but there was only a space on that side of the bed. That was probably what had woken me; turning over in my sleep and finding a still-warm space in the bed where my love should have been. Of course, she was working an early shift today. I lay back, wondering what to do with the day ahead. Until I remembered that there was a very good reason for me to be waking up early. Today was the day. I could show my family a movie that I was sure they would love, and earn the respect and obedience of my little girl at the same time. If everything went to plan, this would be the day to turn everything around. And that was when I properly remembered why I had wanted to wake up early. I needed to see Walthamstone again this morning, to make sure my little girls wouldn’t be scarred by a momentary glimpse of the guy’s dick when his costume let him down. I jumped out of bed and hurried downstairs. I stopped in the middle, and stuck my head into the nursery on the way past. Tess had been up late last night, and I wanted to be sure that the kids hadn’t decided to get together and do something stupid once they had no adult supervision. That was the same reason I’d treated each of them to half of one of the sleeping pills in their cocoa last night; to make sure there was no temptation for them to forget that they were just children after the romantic events of the ball. Tess was still asleep. In her own bed, and wearing a wet diaper. I might have felt bad about that; but I knew that it would be easier for her to get a good night’s sleep if she didn’t have to wake to use the bathroom. Besides which, for a little kid there was a possibility of accidents anyway with just the sleeping pill; so a trigger before bed barely made any difference. She was snuggling up to one of the rainbow-coloured ferrets that I’d left in the room when she moved in; but I noticed that there seemed to be a lot less of them than there used to be. She was giving me mixed signals, for sure. She was finally willing to admit to herself that she needed a stuffie to sleep with, but at the same time she had… what? Thrown the others out? Put them at the back of the closet somewhere? That seemed like a weird decision. I shrugged, and took care to lock the bedroom door again behind me as I went out. She needed to know that the boy in the house wouldn’t be able to get in if he had any ideas in the middle of the night. I went downstairs to the kitchen, and turned the light on just briefly so that I could write a note on the little whiteboard calendar, so that whoever was next to wake wouldn’t worry about where I had gone. And then I was driving through the dawn gloom, rushing to a disused industrial district on the edge of Moistville. They were filming something there, but Tyler had asked to meet at a little cafe whose menu seemed to consist entirely of different fried breakfast items. I guessed it must be popular among people on their way to physically demanding jobs in the industrial areas; but it wasn’t somewhere I would normally have thought to go in. He sat down beside me, and dropped a DVD in my lap. This one came in a little paper envelope, and I was pretty confident he wasn’t trying to pull something. He wasn’t that good an actor. I reached into my bag and tossed him the disc he’d given me last time. Then a waitress came over, and he asked for a coffee. “I’m just going,” I said when she asked if I wanted anything. Seeing the guy’s look of disappointment made me feel powerful; but I couldn’t dwell on the feeling. I needed to be going home, so that I could watch this thing with my family. “Oh,” he said before I left. “It’s a long one. You know? They shoot all the scenes they might need, and then the master cut and the director’s cut, they take out different bits. So this one has like, everything in. Might not be as good on the pacing.” “Thanks,” I said, thinking that a long movie might be just what I needed. All the way home, on the drive and while I stood in line at the bank,I was wondering about whether I should pass that fact on to my little girls. Would they be reluctant to watch a movie if they expected it to be more than a couple of hours? Prototype scenes might make it harder to suspend disbelief, but knowing that it was a rough cut might discourage them. I still hadn’t made up my mind when I got back, but it was immediately pushed out of my mind when I saw that they were cooking. Tess and Spike; and I could smell fried mushrooms. For a second I was worried about her safety, but when I watched them for a second I could tell that she really knew what she was doing. No matter how small she was, Tess wanted to be the mature one at times. And for now I had to let her carry on with that, so by the time I said “Are you sure you’re old enough to use the stove?”, there was enough of a chuckle in my voice to let them know that I was only joking. I held up my newly-acquired DVD and asked Tess if we were still up for watching it this afternoon. We quickly agreed that it would be the perfect time to check it out when Ffrances came home, which should have been some time around one in the afternoon. She’d been working an early shift, and I couldn’t wait to see her. And, of course, she was sure to think that this movie was a special treat for her, so she would be extra appreciative. It was a perfect plan, and I was sure that everybody had their own reasons for thinking so. I would have loved to chat with Tess all morning, and see if I could somehow persuade her to accept that she was a baby. But I knew by now that she was a stubborn little, still in denial despite how much she loved her diapers. And of course I had more pressing things to deal with. When I checked the mail, I saw that there were two very important looking letters; a next-day response to forms that Ffrances had submitted online last night. And I’d picked up some other stuff that I would need in Moistville, which seemed to be a regional headquarters for my bank. I went up to the top of the house, and sealed myself in my office. This morning, I was determined, I would complete all of the assessments, all the declarations, and double-check with my own spreadsheets to make sure that this was the best option. I was sure that it would be. There were a lot of forms I had to fill in before they would allow Ffrances to pay off my mortgage. And even more paperwork to declare that she would become the legal owner of our house. The first part of the paperwork, at least, I was familiar with. It was the same three forms I’d filled out six months ago, when Tess first moved in. There were a bunch of different agencies in the local government who needed to know who was living at each address. But of course, a second adult was very different from a child joining the household temporarily. And when I was in the middle of that, I realised that I also needed to notify them that Spike was living here now. No matter how I felt about it, the boy was under my roof. And if something was screwed up because I hadn’t done the right paperwork, Ffrances would never forgive me. She knew how fastidious I usually was with this stuff; I was fluent in bureaucracy, so there was no way she would believe I made a mistake. Of course, I did make errors. Like filling in both of their details on a single change of household form. But then there was a single page to enter the previous address of the people who had been added to my household. I grumbled, shredded that form, and printed off a new copy from the city council’s webpage. I wished that this could have been done online; but apparently they were still living in the stone age around here. This time, I was pretty sure I’d gotten all the answers right. I knew Spike’s previous address, and just about everything else they asked. All I was missing was the little creep’s date of birth. I didn’t want to go down and talk to him now; I didn’t even want to think about him if I could avoid it, until I could find a way to get him out of here. But I just needed to answer one question, so I signed on to FriendSpace and found him in Tess’s social circle. I tapped the ‘contact request’ button, expecting I could just type my question in the box so that he could answer without actually adding me. I was surprised. He’d already sent me a request a couple of days ago. “Sorry to bother you,” I read the message, surprised by how polite he was being. “I noticed you’ve been a bit awkward when I’m around, like you try to avoid looking at me or admitting that I’m in the room. But when I’ve been regressed it’s like you can accept me as like one of Tess’s little friends. And I’m sorry if this is personal, but have you been tested for latent androphobia? It’s starting to feel like you’re really uncomfortable with me being here, unless you can think of me as a girl. And if that’s the case, I know it’s a bit weird, but I’m happy to fit a role that makes you more comfortable. It’s no great problem to me. If it would help, I don’t mind presenting myself as femme at home. If there’s anything I can do to make my presence here go more smoothly you can just ask.” Well, that wasn’t something I had expected. I’d talked to Ffrances about having him as a little girl more often; but I didn’t think she would have passed that on. I wasn’t quite sure, but I thought it was only yesterday that I might have asked her to try and talk him into regressing more often. This request was old enough that it might have been his own idea; or he really had just noticed how reluctant I was to come close to him. I realised now that even when I’d been helping him to understand Tess’s secret desires, I’d not really been willing to shake his hand or anything. Was he that perceptive? I replied, anyway. Thanked him for being so thoughtful, and said that I didn’t know why I was more comfortable when he was regressed. And that was true, in a way. Was it really just that I knew in that state that he couldn’t put on a mask to mislead me? Or had my own previous experiences made me uncomfortable being around teen boys? I knew that I could cope with the men in my workplace, but I never quite trusted them as much. Maybe it was that all boys around that age still brought up memories of Kieran. It was only two minutes before he got back to me again. Presumably he was chatting to Tess while also writing to me on his phone. He said that he’d be happy to be regressed more, and he enjoyed it. But he wanted to be adult for the movie, so that he could think about it clearly. He suggested there might be some kind of compromise. Like if he was wearing more feminine clothes so that I might not see him as a boy. I hesitated there. If he was just wearing the clothes, it almost seemed like mockery. Would that get around my subconscious hangups? And if not, would he be willing to go into hypnosis, to make him think like a girl even without the regression? I really didn’t know how I would react to a boy in a dress. And I’d certainly not expected to have so much introspection when I came up here to deal with a load of legal and financial paperwork. But I guessed that it had to be worth trying. I told him that I really appreciated the effort, and we could see if the clothes made me feel more comfortable. I suggested hypnosis as well, giving the excuse that it might take a change of mannerisms and posture to convince my subconscious. I couldn’t tell him that I was thinking about psychologically emasculating him. And as I smelled the aroma of a lunch cooking from the bottom of the stairs, I got one last response. He was fine with that; happy to change clothes today, and try hypnosis whenever there was time for it. Somehow it felt like a major victory. I just had to find a way to convince Ffrances, which might have been the hardest part of this plan. -
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By superabsorbantpolymer · Posted
Thanks for sharing your updates @Superdry. Pay no heed to the confidently uninformed who love to tilt at windmills here. If you reply to them they'll just keep spouting nonsense. They love to derail threads. Most of us are genuinely interested in what you have to share!
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