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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Boys at a girls's school. By derry. I started at the Temperance Girls’ school in 1970, its centenary year. It looked like the school was doomed; it was an American Public school for girls from 5th grade to High School. We had a Civil Rights Act and people were saying the one-sex schools were discriminatory. My brother was able to help save the school. I was Christened Deirdre Anne Sulivan. My friends call me Dee. My younger brother was Ulysses Hector Sullivan. He was nearly two years younger than me and because of his age 3 grades behind me. Kids thought he was gay- though they used a nastier word starting with F. He was often called ‘Sissy’. This was kind of true. At grade school I sometimes took on boys who tormented my brother. It probably did not help. But well I was and am pretty big and strong. It was true that he was ‘A friend of Dorothy’. Back in 3rd grade Dorothy Jemima Jackson she took over the task of standing up for poor ‘Sissy’. I liked that my brother was gentle and kind. For his first few years Dad hit him a lot for being gentle and kid. He hit me a lot because I did not like pretty frocks. He hit Mom a lot because he was not a nice guy. I was glad when my parents divorced. Ulysses did a lot of the housework. I did not like chores I was happy about that. I did keep it a secret that he borrowed my old clothes. Actually I confess that party dresses suited my brother better than they did me. I had not liked 5th grade at the Temperance. I thought that the shortish pink jumper dress and the pale blue blouse was not what I wanted to wear. The short ankle socks made us feel even more childish. One good thing about the school was that if you did well in tests you could skip grades. Pretty quickly I got to wear the 7th grade more grown up skirt and jacket type uniform. The summer before 5th grade my brother did not go out much. He spent all his time at home. He was mainly wearing my old things. Mom, working long hours, kind of knew what was happening and wished it wasn’t. I always wore pants, as did Dorothy Jackson. She was a regular visitor. Ulysses could cook quite well. This was quite nice for us. We did tease him and call him ‘sissy’ but he did not seem to mind. Ulysses had been bullied a lot at the regular school he went to. He was terrified of losing his friend and protector when Dorothy went to the Temperance, as her Mom insisted. Now the legal defense the Temperance School (which had dropped “girls’” from its title) said that any student was welcome but of course all had to wear the same uniform. So my brother went to the same school as me. Two other boys also attended that year. I am pretty sure that they, in fact were gay. Ulysses told me that he was not gay. He always explained: “I like girls, I like being with girls, why would I love a guy.” Now the school was progressive in lots of ways. We did have practical subjects like needlecraft and home economy. But we also had shop and woodwork. I learned how to do wood and metal work (as well as being very proficient at math). Ulysses – who seemed to embrace the name ‘Sissy’ did needlecraft. My brother had grown his hair quite long. It was longer than mine. Most girls thought him strange and did not talk to him. Dorothy stayed his friend. Two particular girls- Lorraine and Hilda- bullied him all the time. One day they went too far. They hit and kicked him and hacked at his hair. The next morning we had an assembly for all the girls in the school. Lorraine and Hilda were paddled, on their bare asses, in front of everyone. There were cheers at this. Nobody tried being nasty to our ‘different’ students anymore. Dorothy married my brother just after they both graduated college. She went into a bank. He designed pretty dresses for little girls. Though they were conventionally dressed for the ceremony at home where he does most of his work, Ulysses usually prefers dresses. Harry’s Story I did know about Petticoat Punishment. I was mostly brought up in England. The summer I was 10 my, then 14-year-old sister more or less took charge of me. Mom was working long hours and Dad was working away. Alice was always on at me to do chores, wash dishes, do my ironing and so on. I was also a bit careless. I think I tried to be kind of macho because I was so small. Alice had talked to Mom about me. I overheard “Harry’s very boisterous.” I remarked: “Of course I’m boisterous, I’m a boy.” The next day Alice again asked: “Why won’t you do your ironing?” I replied: “It’s girl’s work.” There was a telephone call from Dad. I said ‘Hi’. Mom was out. Alice talked to him for a long time. I went out and found ways of getting my clothes muddy – perhaps a little immature for a 10 year old. I did not hear the conversation. The next morning, just before Mom left for work, Alice more or less pulled me out of bed. She kind of dragged me downstairs for breakfast. I was still in my pajamas. “Harry, from now on you will do what your sister says. If you disobey her she has my permission to spank you and there are some other punishments.” Mother added: “Harry, I know it’s earlier than usual you’d better have your bath now so can get started on your chores.” I took a very long bath. My baths usually lasted about half an hour because I like to soak. That day I was there for nearly an hour. I did not like the thought of the housework I might end up doing. I was surprised and embarrassed when I saw Alice in my bedroom. “Harry, I’ve got some good news for you. Although all your clothes are dirty you don’t have to wash and iron any of your stuff….” She looked too pleased. I guess I should have realized that she had something in mind. “You’ve got an entirely new wardrobe, well not quite new.” She opened the closet. It was full of girl clothes. I later found out that Alice had worn this stuff when she was a bit younger then me. The family had not been good at throwing old things away. “Now do you need any help in getting DRESSed?” I yelled: “You bitch.” I just sat on the bed for 10 minutes and looked at a wardrobe full of clothes designed for a rather little girl. The door opened. “Oh well, I will have to DRESS you.” I did not resist as Alice took of my pajama top and put a rather frilly blouse on me. “Stand up.” I obeyed. My sister was quite a lot bigger than me and she pulled down my blue pajama pants. “Sit down.” Again I obeyed. Pink panties with cartoon figures were put over my feet. There followed pink ankle socks. I allowed my sister to lower a pink and white jumper style dress on me. The sandals I was given were flat rather than heals but were certainly not boyish. I saw myself in the mirror. My longish hair was not styled for a girl. I was obviously a boy in a dress. I was also alarmed at how short the frock was. I could almost see those very juvenile cotton panties. Alice took my hand and led me down stairs. Five days of dishes were waiting for me. I let Alice lower an incredibly frilly apron over my head, to protect my pretty clothes. After about five minutes of dish washing the doorbell went. In came Alice’s friend, Jane. She brought with her two sisters- Molly and Gwen. Gwen, about 8, was taller than me. She was wearing pants and a shirt and you might not be 100% sure whether she was a boy or a girl. Molly was 17. I did not know her significance yet. I dropped a washcloth and had to pick it up. Gwen joyously yelled: “I see England, I see France I see Harry’s under pants- or panties.” There were one or two other comments but mostly it was just that I knew that the girls were watching me. When I finished the dishes Alice inspected them. Half the pans and a quarter of the dishes and cups did not satisfy her. I had to wash them again. At last my task was finished. I thought things were going to start to get better. I was wrong. Gwen said: “Jane, can we go to the park, me and my new little friend Harry. I’m sure all the girls will LOVE to see his pretty frock and cute undies…” I was horrified: “NO![/i]” Alice said: “Harry doesn’t want to play. He must want more chores.’ I spent the rest of the morning Ironing. My back started to hurt. Just after midday I was ready for lunch. The girls had other ideas. Alice explained:“Molly does home hairdressing. She’s going to adjust your hair.” Molly remarked: “In the long term a child wearing that kind of frock would probably look best in sausage curls- but right now lets try pigtails.” I had to sit down whilst a hairbrush and a comb were applied, none to gently, to my less than tidy hair. Then a mirror was arranged so I could watch the 17 year old carefully braid it into pigtails. Delicate pink and white ribbon bows finished the effect. “Hattie, would you set the table for four.” I counted. I assumed that probably Molly would be going back to work. I could smell my f favorite food being cooked. A few minutes before lunch I had a couple of nasty surprises. Alice told me “Hattie, you’ve been disobedient so you do not deserve such a nice lunch but you do deserve a spanking.” I thought the shame would be worst as Alice picked me up, rather too easily and pulled down my childish panties. The pain from the hairbrush hurt far more than the knowledge that Alice’s friends were giggling. I struggled and kicked and cried. Still it went on for a long time. I spent lunch in the corner. My panties were left around my ankles whilst my dress was pinned up to show the red effect. I could smell lovely food and hear enjoyment. After lunch there was one other punishment. I had to write 400 punishment lines. I had to do this on a chalkboard. The line was: “If Hattie calls a lady a female dog again his mouth will be washed out with carbolic soap.” I became very careful about language. I only wore frocks for a week. After that week I was very anxious to do everything Mom and Alice said. I was so glad to iron my pants and stuff and did not object to doing the same things for Alice’s stuff. I guess over the following few years I sort of forgot those lessons. Now I knew that the American town of Stoner, where we moved when I was 14, had rumors of petticoat punishment being used on difficult boys. I had the memory of it. Still by the time I was 16 I assumed that petticoating, like spanking was something I had long grown out of. I was to prove very wrong. Principal Brown’s plans I was christened Gertrude Chastity. My friends call me Ms Brown. I had been Principal of the Temperance school for 13 years. My school was incredibly old fashioned in some ways. The uniforms used, and even the fact of a uniform seemed out of date to some. The fact that, although we had stopped being officially “The Temperance Girls’ School” for 35 years earlier did not alter the reality that our students had, with the exception of a few more or less transgendred boys, been just for girls seemed wrong to some people. Others thought that teaching needlecraft and Home economy seemed wrong. Still lawyers, doctors and businesspeople, who form large proportions of our graduates, still have homes and have clothes. In addition girls learn shop and all kinds of skills that in the past had been seen as ‘boys’ subjects. In our school we allow bright girls to skip a year, occasionally 2. A few girls have to repeat a year. There had been cases in the past of girls being ‘demoted’ a grade or two. We do our own tests. We had less delinquency than is common even amongst girls. Pregnancy is rare (though sadly not absent) from our student body. Our state allows the use of the paddle. Some schools have abolished it. I make very sure that girls know that it is still available. Still, our Physical Education teacher, Ms McReady, has only had to do that particular exercise twice in the previous five years. Delinquency amongst boys was a different question. I had long assumed that this was not an issue I needed to have anything to do with. One February day I met Dee Sullivan. Her daughter, Rosemary then 10, was doing very well at my school. She told me about her brother. Then she talked about her nephew, Harry, who was staying with her. Harry had been in a lot of trouble. So I made plans for 3 new students after Easter break. Normally rather few would start at my school at that time. I telephoned the parents of two girls and talked about approaches to assessment and testing. Those girls no doubt studied hard issues around women’s history, and issues around cooking and safety. Now in the previous seventeen years we literally had zero male staff members, not even the janitor. The year I started the male toilets had been adapted to form a disabled accessible facility for the couple of wheel chair users who had started (one staff one student). We wanted to make sure that those of our teachers who had kids could keep working. We also did not want the dreadful mistake of pregnancy to destroy a girl’s education (nor was I enthusiastic about coercing either adoption or abortion on a frightened kid) So we had a nursery for about a dozen under fives. Learning about all aspects of childcare in a supervised but hands on way was a part of what we taught. I talked to senior girls about the plans. All thought it would be fun for the girls. They were even more enthusiastic when I talked about the most obvious practical problem. They thought that my solution was totally appropriate for certain VERY immature teenagers. Regina and Susanna carefully measured the size and proportions of the changing table in the nursery. Previously they had taken very little interest in childcare issues. Then they went to work at the shop. In previous years our tests had covered a very wide area of the school curriculum. I had warned a couple of girls about a different approach that particular spring. I carefully wrote a test. I had a fairly good idea of the likely mark of 3 particular new students. Our three different new students would be age 15-17. Their first mornings would be in 9th to 11th grade. Our fifth and sixth grade teachers also made some particular plans. All would be ready for our new arrivals. -
By Wittlebabiboi · Posted
Hey it's been a bit since I've chimed in, as I did say I would limit my comments awhile back and I've tried to honor that still. But I wanted to share some thoughts: I mean for me I don't really get behind forcing it on anyone and I'm not really into thinking about Amber or Marcus needing little space etc. so I'm glad to see there are other like minded people here since many fans have been championing that idea.. Subsequently I know many people love this version of Paul. I just don't really love it I think it's great that Paul is safe and cared for. For me I love lots of sides of Paul like his gaming, his voice overs, his sports knowledge, his acting, his love life, his hopes and dreams, his desire for more for himself. I love his perseverance through that. I love the ying and yang of his big side and little side competing with each other and the internal diacotamy of them competing for top billing.. through his struggles with regulation and and understanding he is helpless to steer his future I've honestly learned about my own anxiety and little space and regulation. I get sad to see his shift from the first dozen chapters of fighting Lilly and them having tension and her motivation of trying to use Paul to get closer to Bryan and to grow her brand. To where we stand now where he's all just all enamored with his mommy and being little . This level of little space isn't sustainable and it's a trope in and of it self that many of us abdls would love to be full time little, but I think many of us love the idea because of the juxtaposition of complete little space vs being big... I do love there are people in Paul's life that are helping him to regress but this just seems sad for me that the fight in Paul is gone, the manipulation from Lilly is gone and we're just in the Utopia of complete little space where everyone just accepts this for Paul. Amber and Leo state they miss Paul and Amber is angry about what happened on Paul's behalf but she still hasn't really become angry for Paul and wanting to find ways to help him be big. I like Bryan's concern and his efforts to do better for Paul and to emotionally connect with Paul but I still see him as a man with short comings but I don't see him trying to support Paul on a path that Paul wants hes always been trying to decide for Paul and plain for Paul the support Lily managing Paul. I would love to see meet big Paul and try to find the future big Paul wants and try to create a path for Paul to climb that hill and support his journey on that despite of Paul's lil side setbacks. anywho @Frostybaby thank you for creating such a fantastic story with characters we all love so much and a community we can dialogue in -
By Surfer Dude · Posted
Good update, though the Doctor's approach is more than a little sketchy. -
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