Mission From God by Douglas Greene February, 2002
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Chapter 1
“Joey, I want you to Just sit in that chair and think about things!” Jenna commanded. “If you get up, you can count on another spanking.”
I sat in the little chair, my bottom still stinging, and glanced at my image in the mirror that my sister had so thoughtfully mounted to the wall in my room. I was still amazed with how tiny I was. Dressed in the pajamas that Jenna made me wear, I looked like a sad little girl. No one would ever guess that I was man about to turn forty.
I was diagnosed with Age Regression Virus less than a year ago. The news hit me very hard, but with help, I came to accept my fate and did my best to plan for the inevitable. I understood that eventually I’d be unable to live on my own, so I made arrangements to live, at least temporarily, with my sister and her husband.
To her credit, my ex-wife invited me to move back in with her, but the idea of living with her and my teenage daughter was too much to bear.
My sister, Jenna and her husband Tony, had no children. At least I wouldn’t have those issues to deal with. Additionally, they were doing very well financially, and Jenna didn’t have to work outside of the home. I arranged for them to have power of attorney; I only needed to sign a few papers when I thought the time was right.
The fact that Tony and Jenna were born again Christians didn’t really bother me. They could both go overboard with their religion at times, ‘witnessing’ to anyone who would listen, but I had much bigger issues to think about. In retrospect, I should have recognized how ultraconservative and judgmental they’d become. Their daily bible study, long prayer sessions, should have served as warning signs.
Jenna was eleven years younger than me. I admit that I didn’t really know her that well. I remember that when we were kids, I resented having to constantly be her babysitter. I suppose that resentment prevented us from being very close.
I wanted to make the most of the time I had left, so I immediately quit work, and did a bit of traveling on my own while I was still able. I traveled to London, then Amsterdam, distracting myself with unusual sights and sounds that at times almost made me forget that I had the virus.
My money was running out, so I returned home. I grew younger with each passing day. It was quite fascinating at first; I’d get up in the morning, rather excited to see my face in the mirror as the wrinkle lines gradually disappeared. I soon discovered that I had a drastically increased energy level, and a dramatically heightened libido.
I hadn’t made any relationships with women since my divorce. As I plummeted though my 20’s and into my teens, I found myself spending hours on the Internet in a futile attempt to satisfy my sexual appetite. I confess that I spent hours masturbating, filling my hard drive with many types of pornographic images.
Then it suddenly got tough. As I dwindled in height and my body mass decreased, I had constant problems with diarrhea. Soon it seemed that I had to urinate at least once every hour, and regular bouts with nausea caused me to vomit several times a day; vile putrid green matter in unbelievable quantities.
One day a neighbor found me passed out on my kitchen floor, covered in unspeakable filth. An ambulance was called and I was immediately hospitalized. In my misery, I gave my brother complete power of attorney so that he could take care of my personal matters. My incredible transformation continued unabated; no one had told me that the final stages of the process would be so difficult. I was too dizzy to even sit up in my bed; the world spun, as it grew larger and larger. Finally, it was over.
I am 30” tall and weigh about 26 pounds. I can walk quite well, and although my voice is very high, my articulation is perfect and I have no trouble making myself understood.
Two days after I bounced, a pretty young orderly pushed me out of the hospital in a gigantic wheel chair. For the trip home, the hospital gave me some simple white pajamas to wear, with little blue fabric slippers. Initially, I sat in the chair with my legs dangling over the edge of the seat. Without a word, the girl pushed me back in the chair, forcing me to tuck my legs underneath.
The automatic door slid open and suddenly we were outside. It was a glorious sunny spring day and, rising to my feet, I took a deep breath of cool, fresh air. I felt good for the first time in weeks; in fact, I felt great. For just a moment, I thought that perhaps everything would be OK after all. I stood on the sidewalk, enjoying the sunshine and appreciating being outdoors after several weeks of being bedridden.
“He’s all yours,” I heard the orderly say as she disappeared into the hospital with the giant wheel chair. Turning around, I saw nothing but a pair of massive legs. I looked straight up; Tony was smiling down at me with that familiar goofy grin. I was startled to realize that my head came only up to his thighs, and wondered if I’d ever adjust to being so small.
“Hey little buddy,” he chuckled.
“Very funny,” I replied, annoyed. “Where’s Jenna?”
“She’s busy at home getting things ready for you,” he said, pulling the door to his minivan open.
I looked up. By this time, I’m thinking that I’ll probably be looking up a lot from now on. Installed on the seat was a child safety seat.
“Sorry, Joe. It’s the law. Up you go!” He placed his hands under my arms and effortlessly hoisted me up into the seat. Seconds later, we were on our way.
“Damn, you sure have a lot of hair!” Tony said from the front as he weaved through traffic. It was a lame attempt at conversation, but I couldn’t fault him for trying. After all, what do you say at a time like this? “We cleaned out your house while you were in the hospital. We had a sale and got rid of most of the stuff that you won’t be needing.”
“What about my motorcycle?” I asked. My beloved Harley; how I’d miss taking rides on her.
“The guy who bought it picked it up yesterday,” Tony replied simply.
“And the truck?”
“It sold last week. The house is empty and we have it listed with a realtor. The price is right; Jenna and I think that we’ll have an offer within a week or two.”
“Good, I suppose,” I mumbled.
“Listen, Joe. I know that things are really tough for you right now, but I think I need to tell you something before we get home.” He adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could look back at my face, then he turned the radio off. The silence was deafening. “Your sister found some stuff on your computer, and she’s really on the war path.”
I filled my little lungs with air and sighed heavily. “Look at me Tony,” I croaked. “I look like a ***** baby! At this point I really don’t give a shit what Jenna thinks.”
“And that language, Joey. It’s bad enough from an adult…”
“I AM an adult,” I shouted back angrily, “Lets get that straight right now. And my name is Joe, not Joey.”
Tony didn’t seem to hear me. He raised a hand to his chin, carefully choosing his words. “Jenna and I have prayed a lot about this Joe. We think that God gave you the virus for a reason, and it was His will that brought you to live with us.”
Oh boy, I didn’t like the direction that this conversation was headed. I didn’t like it one bit.
“We’re happy that you’re coming to live with us, but you have to understand that it’s going to be done on our terms. We’re going to teach you about Jesus. That means family bible study every day, and church every weekend.” He turned the vehicle into a subdivision that I vaguely recognized as being my brother’s neighborhood.
“And, like I said, Jenna saw the stuff in your computer just last night. To say that she’s angry would be an understatement. I suggest that when we get home, you simply cooperate and do exactly what she says until she calms down. It will be easier for everyone that way.”
“Tony, turn this car around and take me back to the hospital,” I demanded. “I’ll find someone else to live with. I appreciate your help, but this just isn’t going to work out.”
“I can’t do that Joey; you don’t seem to understand.” He turned for just a moment when we stopped in his driveway, and he smiled back at me. “God sent you to us so that we could help you accept Jesus Christ as your savior. We know that he has given you to us so that we can show you the error of your ways.” He shut the car off and pulled the keys from the ignition. “We are not going to let him down.”
Before I had time to think about what he’d said, the car door opened. My sister looked in, and examined me grimly. As her eyes moved up and down over my body, her face broke into a big smile. She reached for the straps that held me in place, groping at my crotch for the buckle. “Hi Joey. Welcome home!”
Chapter Two
I instinctively recoiled as she found the snap between my legs and lifted me up out of the seat. I expected her to put me down, but instead she put me on her hip, with one leg in front and. She ran her colossal fingers through my hair, holding me against her with her other hand under my bottom.
“He’s so tiny!” she squealed. “And look at his hair! He’s absolutely adorable. Oh, Tony, we are so blessed!”
“God IS good,” Tony agreed.
At twenty-eight years of age, Jenna wasn’t a big woman, standing only 5’3” tall. She was a bit pudgy, with large breasts and a substantial backside. Now she seemed monstrous in size. I fought hard to maintain my composure, staring down at the ground in concentration.
Jenna turned her attention to me. “So Joey,” she said slowly, as if talking to a very young child, “Are you hungry, or would you like to see your room?”
“He doesn’t like to be called ‘Joey’,” Tony interjected.
Jenna looked up at Tony, and then at me. She put her hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Joey, do you want something to eat, or would you like to rest for a while?”
“Can you put me down?” I asked calmly.
Hearing my voice for the first time, she broke out into a wide smile, displaying rows of bright white teeth. “You didn’t say ‘please’ Joey. That’s one of the first things that we’re going to work on…good manners.”
“I’m nearly forty years old,” I replied evenly. “I don’t need anyone teaching me manners, or anything else for that matter.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect him to be able to talk so well,” Jenna said to Tony, looking rather astonished. “Look at this hair; that’s a surprise! He looks more like a little girl.” They were talking about me as if I wasn’t there. Suddenly, I felt her hand squeeze my bottom. “He’s not wearing a diaper; is he potty trained?”
“I guess so. We’ll know soon enough won’t we?” Tony chortled.
“Well, lets get him inside before he catches cold,” Jenna said as she turned toward the house. I would not be outside again for almost a week.
“We’re going to have to play all of this by ear,” Jenna explained as we entered the living room. The smell of their house was familiar, pleasant cooking odors, heavy with garlic. It was comforting that at least something had stayed the same. “We weren’t quite sure how big you’d be, or what we’d need to take good care of you.”
“PLEASE put me down,” I insisted.
She lowered me down to the carpeted floor, sliding my body down the side of her leg. The hospital had not supplied underwear, and I wondered if she could feel my tiny penis grinding against her through the thin pajama bottom. As she released me, her hand gave my butt another gentle squeeze.
I took a few steps, then stopped and looked about, astounded at what I was seeing. I’d been in this room dozens of times before, but now it seemed completely different. The furniture looked like gigantic props for a science fiction movie. The couch was mammoth, and I didn’t know if I could climb onto it without help. Jenna and Tony watched me with amused expressions on their faces as I visually explored my new surroundings.
I walked over and leaned against the low coffee table. There had to be a way to reason with these people.
“Listen, Jenna, Tony,” I pleaded. “I think that we got off on the wrong foot; I really didn’t mean to be rude, but this just isn’t going to work out. I can’t stay here.”
They stared down at me, transfixed; I suppose they were amazed that I was able to speak so clearly. Looking at each other, they exploded into raucous laughter as Tony collapsed in the corner of the couch,
“Oh Tony, he’s just so cute!” Turning her attention to me, she spoke softly, “I don’t think that you understand, Joey,” She got down on her knees next to me, and looked me directly in the eyes. “You’re staying here with us. End of discussion.” She softly brushed the side of my face with the palm of her hand and became serious. “We’re here to save your soul, Joey. Everything will be OK. You’ll see.”
Tony slid off of the couch and onto the floor, and stood on his knees beside Jenna. “Shall we pray?” he asked. Jenna nodded affirmatively and took one of my hands in hers. Tony took the other. I barely remember what he said; I was so lost in thought about what was happening to me. I remember hearing that they wanted guidance to teach me right from wrong. They prayed that I’d have the strength to accept their discipline. Tony seemed to drone on for eternity. Finally it was over.
“I’m not staying here,” I repeated stubbornly.
Jenna smirked, and got to her feet. Tony got up and returned to his corner of the couch, observing quietly. Without warning, Jenna leaned down, and with one smooth motion pulled my pajama bottoms to my knees. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Her hand slapped my bare bottom several times before she retreated, allowing me to pull up my pants.
“You have the guest room. Get moving,” she ordered.
The pain took my breath away, but the humiliation of being spanked by my sister was even worse. I knew where the guest room was, and scampered down the hallway before she could slap me again. Behind me, I could hear both of them giggling.
The door to the guest room was open. The light was on, which was fortunate, because I doubted that I was tall enough to reach the switch. The room was basically the way that I’d remembered it. A single bed and a small dresser were the only furnishings. Religious objects decorated the wall. Framed above the bed was some needlepoint. Painstakingly sewn in tiny stitches were the words: ‘Jesus Loves The Little Children’.
“I hope you like it here,” Jenna said, standing in the doorway. She seemed almost apologetic. “Really, I do.” She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. My bottom still stinging from her attack, I eyed her warily. I could hear my brother-in-law turn the TV on in the living room; he turned on a football game and I suddenly realized that it was Sunday afternoon. Jenna seemed to notice my interest in what was happening outside the room, and shut the door blocking out the sound.
“You’re a lot smaller than I expected, but I think I bought some things that will fit.” She leaned over and started pulling out clothes from the dresser.
She reached for me, and pulled me in toward her. I resisted for a just a moment, until she raised her eyebrows. Remembering what had happened to me just minutes before, I decided that for the moment anyway, I should cooperate.
“Arms up,” she ordered. I hesitated for only a moment before raising both of my arms. “Good boy,” she praised as she tugged off my shirt.
“Really, Jenna, this has gone on long enough.” She pulled a heavy sweatshirt over my head. “I may look like a child, but I’m a full grown man.” My hands were buried in the sleeves; the shirt was much too big.
“Well, that isn’t going to work, is it?” she giggled. “Let’s try again.” She pulled the shirt off and, before I knew what she was doing, pinched my pants between her huge fingers and pulled my pants down, whisking them away. I stood before Jenna completely nude. “Poor little guy; didn’t they give you any underpants? I’m sure that we can take care of that” She glanced, just briefly, at my tiny manhood and smirked. I quickly covered myself up with my hands.
“This is the smallest they make,” she said, jiggling a tiny pair of white briefs in front of me, signaling me to step in. Anything was better than standing there naked, so I stepped into them, and she pulled them up. “A little big, don’t you think?” She placed her hands on my shoulders and easily turned me around. I hadn’t noticed the wall mounted mirror before, but then maybe I just didn’t want to look.
This wasn’t the first time I’d seen my reflection, so I was not totally unprepared. The same sad-eyed toddler I saw at the hospital stared back at me in the glass. The underwear hung on my hips; I realized when I pulled them up that there was a thick layer of padding in the front and back. I was wearing training pants.
“They have these in designs, but I thought that you’d prefer white,” she explained.
”Maybe they’ll shrink a bit in the wash.”
I nodded up and down numbly.
“We’ll have to see how this goes. You can wear these at night too, if you can stay dry.”
For the next half hour, she dressed me in a variety of outfits, all brand new. Most of the things she had me try on were much too big. She pulled off the tags of the clothing she intended to keep; when we were done, there was a small stack of clothes on the bed that fit and a much larger pile of things that didn’t fit on the floor. I stood beside the bed in a t-shirt and underpants, watching her gather up the clothing on the floor and putting them in bags.
“Well, at least we know your size now,” she said.
“I am NOT staying here,” I told her softly.
“We’ll see,” she said condescendingly as she opened the door and put the bags in the hallway.
“It’s strange how things work out, isn’t it Joey?” Jenna pondered. “Remember how you used to baby sit for me? Sometimes you weren’t very nice.”
I did remember, and she was right. Dad died when Jenna was a baby, and Mom had to work long hours to make ends meet. Mom gave me full disciplinary privileges that I probably used more often than I should have. It was bizarre the way the tables had turned.
When she opened the door I could again here the football game. I immediately became acutely aware that although Tony and I were under the same roof, we were actually in completely different worlds. I desperately wanted to be a part of his world again. I wanted to sit in a comfortable chair, drink beer and watch football. I wanted to be a man.
“Now you’ve had a really big day so I want you to lie down and take a nap.” She pulled the bedcovers aside and motioned for me to climb in. “Do you need to go potty?”
I didn’t want to take a nap and I especially didn’t want to be told to take a nap. Who did she think that she was, ordering me around like this? After all, I WAS her older brother! However, I decided it would be best to pick and choose my battles. I’d play along and wait for my opportunity to escape. They couldn’t keep me here against my will. I shook my head and stepped toward the gigantic bed.
It was difficult getting in; I had to grab handfuls of bedspread and pull myself up. I thought for a moment that Jenna was going to help me, but she seemed to be content watching me scaling the side. In fact, she seemed quite amused at my efforts. She pulled the covers over me, and then kissed me on my forehead.
“God loves you Joey,” she whispered. “Sleep tight.”
I could tell that the Packers had scored a touchdown just before she turned off the light and shut the door. I was troubled to hear the sound of a latch; she was locking the door from the outside.
Laying there in darkness and absolute silence, I tried to think of my best course of action. I knew I had given them power of attorney and I understood that meant they had the authority to make financial decisions for me. Did that give them physical custody of me as well? In the eyes of the law, was I a kidnap victim or a recalcitrant child?
I considered getting out of bed to explore escape options, but decided instead to bide my time. Perhaps Jenna and Tony would tire of this game and start treating me with the dignity and respect that I deserved as an adult.
Somehow I doubted it.
Chapter 3
I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept. The door was open just a crack, so someone had looked in on me. I could hear the television from the other room, and I could tell that the football game was over.
As I moved toward the edge of the bed, I felt a large wet area on the sheet. I got a sick feeling in my stomach as I explored further. My underpants were completely saturated. Obviously I should have taken Jenna up on the opportunity to go to the bathroom before I went to bed.
My first thought was to conceal my accident by changing my pants; I’d somehow deal with the wet sheets later. I slid off of the bed and onto the floor. I struggled to pull the drawers out in the bureau, and used them like a ladder to climb to the top drawer that I hoped had a change of pants.
“What are you doing?” The sudden noise startled me and I nearly fell. Thank God it was Tony’s voice. He extracted me from the side of the bureau and put me on the floor.
“Where is she?” I croaked, suddenly afraid that Jenna would follow Tony into my room.
“Out shopping,” he explained. “Do you need some help?” He looked at me, dressed only in a t-shirt and soggy training pants, and smiled.
“Tony, you have to listen to me...” I retreated several steps until my back was against the bed. “You have to get me out of here. I want to go back to the hospital, anywhere, just get me away from Jenna.”
“I don’t appreciate the way you use the Lord’s name, Joey. I don’t appreciate it one bit, and neither would Jenna.” As he spoke he leaned over and wagged his finger in front of my face angrily. Tony walked to the dresser and retrieved a dry pair of underpants from the top drawer. He tossed them to me and they landed at my feet. “You’ve only been here a day. Give it some time.”
“You can’t keep me prisoner, that’s kidnapping! I’ll run away and tell!” I immediately realized how childish I sounded.
“And what would you tell them? That we made sure that you had clean, dry clothes and a roof over your head? That we want to teach you to be a God fearing servant of the Lord?” He shook his head in disgust and left the room, leaving the door wide open.
It only took me a minute to strip off my wet underpants. The bottom of shirt I was wearing was wet as well, so I removed it and put them both in a neat little pile near the foot of the bed. Without taking time to find additional clothing, I took advantage of the open door and walked out into the living room. Tony was on the phone.
“As well as can be expected, I guess. He gave Jenna a little trouble, but nothing she couldn’t handle.” He watched me as he spoke. “He’s a lot smaller than either of us expected. Most of the clothes we got for him didn’t fit and Jenna is out getting some new stuff now.” He was nodding up and down vigorously as he listened. “Oh, we couldn’t agree more. OK, we’ll see you in a few days. Yea, he’s here. Just a minute.”
He handed the cordless phone down to me. It was so big I had to hold it with both hands. I heard a familiar voice calling, “Joe, are you there?” It was Linda, my ex-wife. This was certainly the opportunity that I’d been waiting for.
“Linda, you have to get me out of here! Jenna is crazy!” I babbled hysterically.
“Joe, is that you? You sound so different!”
“Come and get me Linda. Take me back to the hospital, take me anywhere, just get me out of here!”
“Easy Joe, things are going to work out, you’ll see,” she said. Tony stood with his hands on his hips, watching me as I spoke with Linda. “Lauri and I are coming over on Friday for dinner. We’ll talk then.”
“I want out of here now! Call the police!”
“Try to relax, Joe,” I heard Linda admonish. “Listen to your sister and Tony; they know what’s best. Lauri and I are anxious to see you. Bye!” The line went dead. Tony’s hand suddenly came down like some giant prehistoric bird and pulled the phone from my hands.
I stood motionless in the middle of the room; I was astounded that Linda wasn’t coming to my rescue. Surely she could hear the urgency in my voice. As I thought about what had just happened, Jenna walked in from the garage carrying several large bags.
“Hello gentlemen,” Jenna said excitedly. “Joey, did you have a good sleep?”
I ignored her question.
“He wet the bed,” Tony said as he plopped into his corner of the couch and punched buttons on the television remote. “So much for being potty trained.”
“I told you that his doctor said that he probably wouldn’t be able to stay dry at night,” she replied. “It isn’t that big of a deal now that we know.” She started pulling clothing out of the bags and placing them in tall stacks on the dining room table. “I found lots of stuff for you to wear, Joey. Isn’t that wonderful? Come over here so that we can put on a little fashion show for Tony.”
I folded my arms in defiance; Jenna and Tony exchanged smiles. I knew how silly I must look, standing there dressed only in training pants. For a moment I considered bolting for the door, but I knew that I probably wouldn’t make it ten feet before they caught me. Jenna sat at one of the dining room tables and playfully motioned for me to come to her.
“Joey, you’d better do what she says. You know what happens when Jenna gets angry,” Tony grinned.
I took a couple of steps forward, close enough for Jenna to grab me by the elbow and drag me close. I didn’t cooperate, but I didn’t resist either. Jenna dressed me in a number of little outfits. An hour later I found myself wearing what Jenna and Tony both agreed was their favorite: red and white pajamas with little dancing Dalmatians.
“He does look adorable in that, doesn’t he? The outfit brings out his hair,” Jenna gushed. “I think he looks more like a little girl.”
“I suppose so,” Tony mumbled, switching channels. “What’s for dinner?”
“I haven’t given it much thought. Joey, you must be starving.” I suddenly realized that I hadn’t eaten all day. “You’re the guest of honor. What sounds good?”
“I really don’t give a flying *****,” I whispered.
“What did you say?” Jenna asked as her face reddened.
“I said that I DON’T GIVE A *****,” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “LET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” I couldn’t help myself; I balled my hands up into fists, and stomped on the carpeting.
Jenna was on me immediately, grabbing my arm and nearly pulling it out of the socket. I saw Tony look at me and shrug as she dragged me into the guest room. She sat on the bed, pulled me over her lap, and exposed my bottom all in one fluid motion. I then received my second spanking for the day, at least a half dozen slaps on tender bare skin.
“Joey, I want you to Just sit in that chair and think about things!” Jenna commanded. “If you get up, you can count on another spanking.”
I wasn’t about to go anywhere. Unlike the first spanking, the latest beating hurt more than my pride. It was genuinely painful. I sat there in silence and watched her load my bureau up with new clothes. She picked up my wet underpants and shirt, pinching the clothing between thumb and forefinger as she wrinkled her nose. Then she changed the bed.
“Here, drink this,” she ordered, presenting me with a ‘sippy cup’. I looked at it suspiciously. “It’s just orange juice Joey. We don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
I sighed and raised it to my lips. It was sweet and cold; I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was.
“If you need to go potty, let me know. Otherwise, I want you to just sit there until dinner is ready.” I didn’t need to go to the bathroom, so I did as I was told and sat in the little chair for almost an hour. I know I should have been thinking about some way of getting away, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the punishment that I’d just received, and the ease with which it was administered.
Eventually Tony poked his head in through the door and announced that it was dinnertime. I would have preferred to starve rather than dine with that sadistic ***** and her husband, but understood that it would only mean more trouble.
I needed to visit the bathroom first. I’d been dreading this moment because I knew that it would present special challenges. Of course, the toilet was much too high for me to pee standing up; I’d have to find a way to climb up and sit down on the seat. That’s when I saw it.
“That’s for you. Do you need any help?” I didn’t realize that my sister was standing behind me.
I stared at the potty chair, and then up at Jenna. Surely she didn’t expect me to use this thing! All I needed was a step stool and a little privacy. We stared at each other for a long time, and then Jenna stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and yanked my pajama bottoms and underpants down to my knees. Picking me up under my arms, I was deposited on the little potty chair. “Let me know if you go poopies; I want to make sure that you’re clean.” She watched for just a moment, leaning against the doorway, then disappeared into the hallway. Seconds later, my bladder released, and I heard my urine hit the plastic pan beneath me. I stood and pulled up my bottoms. Jenna returned and, moistening a washcloth, quickly washed my hands.
“I hope you like dinner Joey.” She hoisted me up on her hip and carried me to the dining room.
I supposed that no matter what happens, where I ended up living, I’d better get used to being held and carried. The intimacy of the act was the issue. Her hand was literally wrapped around my backside, and I’m forced to lean against the side of her breast. Her scent was everywhere, and her hair tickled my face.
Tony was already seated. I suppose that I shouldn’t have been surprised to see a new oak high chair positioned at the table. In seconds I found myself strapped in that chair, with a sippy cup and a plate of finely chopped vegetables and chicken in front of me.
“Shall we pray?” Jenna asked. Again, they took my hands; Tony had to reach across the table, my chair was positioned next to Jenna. “Lord, please help Joey to accept our guidance. Please give him the wisdom to understand that through discipline and prayer, all things are possible. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.”
“In this house we bow our heads when we pray,” Jenna reproved. She tapped my plate with her index finger. “Eat.”
Chapter 4
We ate dinner in silence. Both Jenna and Tony watched me carefully, smiling as I picked at the bits of food with my fingers. They never offered a spoon or fork, and I wasn’t about to ask for one. I was hungry, and cleaned my plate very quickly. Jenna spooned more vegetables and chicken on my plate without asking, and I ate most of that as well.
“Linda and Lauri are coming for dinner on Friday,” Jenna said, sipping from her glass of wine. “That will be fun won’t it?” I groaned silently. Did I have to wait until then to be rescued? And from the way that Linda was talking to me on the phone, I certainly couldn’t even be sure that she’d help me. She couldn’t possibly be in on this, could she?
I stopped when I was full, taking a big swig from the sippy cup that someone had filled with milk. I sat quietly while they finished their meals, watching as Jenna wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. She reached over and used the same napkin to wipe my face. Irritated, I pushed her hand away. She giggled as she got up from the table.
“Normally we study the bible after dinner, Joey,” Jenna explained as she started clearing dishes. “But seeing how this is your first night with us, maybe we can just watch a little television before bedtime. Would you like that?” They looked at me, waiting for a response. “That’s ok, Joey,” Jenna smiled. “You don’t have to talk to us; I can imagine that it’s been a pretty tough day for you.”
Tony got up and immediately plopped in his spot on the couch; I was forced to sit in the high chair until the table was clear. Jenna pulled the tray aside, unbuckled the nylon strap, and lifted me out of the chair. Placing me on the floor, she gave my bottom a gentle swat as if shooing me out of the room.
“Have a seat Joey,” Tony invited, motioning to the opposite end of the couch. I would have preferred to retire in the guest room, but decided that hiding in my room like an angry child would only reinforce their false perception of me. Given the opportunity, perhaps I could demonstrate that I was an adult, not a toddler. I pulled myself up on the couch with some effort, and sat deep in the corner.
Eventually, Jenna joined us. I think they watched a documentary about whales, then a short situation comedy. I was so caught up on the events of the day that I didn’t pay attention. Toward the end of the second show, she got up and disappeared down the hallway.
“Bedtime Joey,” Jenna announced, standing just a few feet in front of me. She had some things in her hands. It only took a few seconds for me to recognize what she was holding.
“I am NOT wearing that!” I shouted. Jenna’s eyes got big, and Tony looked over at me quizzically. I realized that it was the first time I’d spoken since my outburst before dinner, just before I ended up over my sister’s knee.
“Joey, I’m not changing the bed every day. Besides, you’ll ruin the mattress. A diaper is no big deal. It will be our little secret.”
“No! You can’t make me!” I screamed. Again, I immediately regretted my childish response.
“Now Joey, you know that’s not true.” She got on her knees and knelt in front of the couch, patting a spot on the carpeting in front of her. “Come over here and let’s get this over with.”
I shook my head vigorously and pushed myself deep into the corner of the couch. Jenna sighed loudly and reached out, grabbing one of my bare feet. I yanked hard trying to extract my foot from her grip, but she pulled and easily dragged me off of the couch and onto the floor. I kicked and squirmed as hard as I could in a desperate effort to get away.
“Listen Joey!” Jenna said, her face red with anger. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Do I have to spank you again to make my point?”
I realized that resistance was futile so I shut my eyes and stopped struggling. She peeled my bottoms off, and then stripped off my underpants. “You probably should go potty first,” she said, lifting me to my feet. “I’ll wait here. You go do your business and come right back. Do you have to go poopies?” I found myself shaking my head back and forth. “Well then, hurry back.”
I walked to the bathroom, completely exposed. I wish I hadn’t turned to look back because both Jenna and Tony were grinning ear to ear. I could hear them talking as I sat down on the potty chair.
“He has such a cute little bottom,” Jenna gushed. “Don’t you just want to reach out and give it a pinch?”
“I’m surprised that he’s listening so well,” Tony observed. “I really thought that he’d give us more trouble, especially at first.”
“I just had to show him who was in charge, that’s all,” Jenna bragged.
I emptied my bladder and returned to the living room, covering myself as best I could with my hands. Jenna and Tony watched my every move; Tony even turned off the television. I stood in front of Jenna. She immediately swept me off of my feet and positioned me in front of her.
She lifted my legs and slid the disposable diaper under my rear. Brushing my hands away from my crotch, I could feel her apply powder, and inhaled sharply when she brushed the tal***** across my penis and scrotum with her fingertips, making sure that every crack and crevice was covered. Tony watched from the couch with great interest.
She pulled the diaper up and fastened it together at my hips and then threaded the pants up over my legs before pulling me to my feet. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Aren’t you glad you didn’t make a fuss?”
The diaper was bulky; the paper seemed to bunch up between my legs. I could still walk, but my stride would definitely be different. I turned and wordlessly waddled off to my bedroom.
As I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling, I thought about what a bizarre turn my life had made. How could my little sister suddenly have absolute control over every aspect of my life? She was forcing me to become a child... her child!
For the time being anyway, there didn’t seem to be a thing that I could do about it. They were justifying their actions by making my redemption their religious responsibility. My only hope was to cooperate and bide my time, waiting for the right moment to make my move.
Jenna came in just minutes after I got under the covers.
“I know it’s hard for you Joey,” she whispered softly in the darkness, sitting on the edge of my bed. “But things will work out, you’ll see.” She tenderly kissed me and was gone.
Chapter 5
When I woke up the next day, sun was streaming through the bedroom window. I slid out of bed and managed to look out, only by standing on tiptoe. Tony’s car was not in the driveway; evidently he was already at work. I was alone with Jenna.
I could smell coffee, and wondered for a moment if there was any way that I might persuade Jenna to give me a cup, then realized that missing my morning coffee was probably the least of my worries on this day.
“Good morning Joey!” I heard Jenna say cheerfully. “Did you sleep OK?” I turned to see Jenna’s massive frame filling the doorway. She waited for a moment, as if I might answer, before continuing.
“Tony left hours ago. I thought that you were going to sleep forever.” She stepped in and pulled some clothing from the bureau, throwing them on the bed. “Do you need some help?” I shook my head back and forth silently. “I didn’t think so,” she smirked. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“Coffee,” I mumbled.
“Oh, Joey, you’re so funny! Come on out when you’re ready.”
I was anxious to get rid of the diaper. I didn’t feel at all wet, but the thing was suspiciously weighty. I pulled off my bottoms, and then ripped at the tape at my hips. The sodden diaper fell heavily to the floor. Afraid that Jenna would return at any second, I quickly found the underpants that she’d laid out.
“Tony checked to see if you were wet before he went to work,” I heard Jenna call from the kitchen. “He was going to change you, but he didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like you were sleeping so soundly!” I groaned inwardly. If I found the idea of my brother-in-law placing his fingers down the front of my diaper as I slept hard to accept, the thought that he’d actually considered changing me was impossible to take.
The clothes that she’d put out for me were surprisingly acceptable. I forced myself to look in the mirror when I’d finished dressing; the toddler who looked stared back at me was dressed in simple blue cotton pants and a red and blue striped t-shirt.
I stepped out of the bedroom with great trepidation. Jenna was standing at the kitchen counter.
“Well, don’t you look nice Joey!” she squealed with far too much enthusiasm. “Sit down on the couch and I’ll help you with your socks.”
“I can put my own socks on,” I said quietly.
“Of course you can,” she replied agreeably. “I’m only trying to help.”
She tossed a brand new pair of white socks at me feet; they looked so tiny when they were in her hands that I thought for sure they’d be too small. I sat down on the floor and pulled off the tag, struggling to pull one over my foot. If anything, the sock was a bit too big. As I completed my task, I noticed that Jenna was smiling and watching, studying my every move.
“Do you remember helping me get ready in the morning when I was little?” She chuckled. “You never gave me enough time. I used to hate it when you’d yell at me.” She took a few steps into the dining room and sat down at the table. “But you can take as much time as you like, Joey. I know it’s harder for little people.”
I had only a dim recollection of those mornings. At the time, my baby sister was just an unwanted responsibility, and it seemed to take forever to get her dressed.
“Don’t you look handsome!” she praised as I got to my feet. “Come over here, I have your breakfast all ready.”
Thinking that my only choice was to cooperate, I hesitantly sauntered in her direction. As I approached, she rose out of her chair and efficiently deposited me in the highchair. “Would you like to try using a spoon?” she asked. “I don’t mind feeding you if you don’t think you can do it yourself.”
“Spoon.” I said simply.
The spoon that she placed in front of me was coated in white rubber, and had an oversized handle.
“Pray first Joey,” she instructed.
To keep her happy, I sat quietly for a few seconds before picking up the spoon. She’d placed a small bowl of Cheerios in front of me, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, I ladled the soggy cereal into my mouth, managing to spill very little on my shirt. It seemed important to prove to her that I was not the tiny tot that I appeared to be. As I ate, she busied herself in the kitchen, occasionally glancing in my direction.
She then disappeared down the hallway and into my bed room, carrying out a neat little white package that I eventually figured out was the disposable diaper that I’d left on the floor. “Joey, for future reference, put your wet diapers in the trashcan for me, OK hon?” I heard her wash her hands before she reappeared. “I don’t expect you to make your bed, but there ARE some things that you can do for yourself.”
I’d finished my cereal and waited patiently to be released. At least fifteen minutes went by before she paused and sat down next to me. She drummed the table with her fingertips, searching for the right words.
“Joey, you’ve been really good this morning. I was sure that things would go better today.” She lifted a thick book and opened it up. “We had our problems yesterday, didn’t we? I felt really bad about having to spank you, but you didn’t really give me a choice. When I got up this morning, I decided to find out what the bible says about spanking, and do you know what I found?” I decided to ignore her and did not respond.
“Well, listen to this!” She excitedly found the spot in her bible with her finger and read very carefully. “Proverbs 13:24 says: ‘He that spares his rod hates his son: but he that loves him chastens him sometimes.’” She shut the book with a sense of finality, as if it explained everything, lovingly caressing the cover before carefully placing it on the center of the table. “So, you see Joey, God tells us that if I love you, I have to spank you when you’re bad. Its my job.”
I looked at her in stunned disbelief. “That’s what you don’t seem to understand. I’m not your son; I’m your older brother. I’m a man.”
She smiled; probably because my comment was the most that she’d gotten out of me all morning. “Don’t be silly, Joey. Look at yourself; you aren’t a man any more; you’re my little boy. God gave you to me so that I can save your soul. The sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.” She pulled the tray away and unbuckled the strap. I started to get up, but she pulled me out of the seat and deposited me on the carpet. When our faces were close to one another, I suddenly got the whiff of very familiar odor
“I want to talk to you all of those nasty pictures on your computer,” she reproved. “You really should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Jenna, you don’t understand,” I protested.
“Oh, I understand all right. I understand a lot more than you think.” Jenna’s face reddened and she seemed to be getting very angry. In an effort to stay out of harms way, I moved to get away from her, scrambling out into the living room. I was very relieved to see her sit back down in her chair.
“You used to look at those pictures and touch yourself, didn’t you Joey?” She took a long sip from a glass in front of her and grimaced. It suddenly occurred to me that she was drinking alcohol; I recognized the smell of gin. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was not quite ten o’clock. She smiled and nodded up and down to herself knowingly. “Yep, you’ve been a very, very naughty little boy.”
Chapter 6
Until that moment I hadn’t noticed the glazed look in my sister’s eyes. I suddenly realized that my life was in the hands of a vindictive, bible-thumping alcoholic.
“Tell me something, Joey,” already she was beginning to slur her words. “Now that you’re little, do you still want to look at dirty pictures?” She pulled her bible toward her and began idly thumbing through the pages. “I’ve seen your little pee-pee,” she sniffed. “Does it still feel good when you touch it?”
“You’re drunk,” I stated.
She took another sip from her glass. “Yes, I suppose I am,” she agreed. “And you’re a teeny tiny little boy.” She got up and walked toward me, staggering just a bit. “But you know what?” She stood over me with her hands on her hips. “We’re going to lay down for a nap this morning and when we wake up I’ll be sober.” She broke into a huge smile, anticipating the punch line of her joke. “But you’ll still be a teeny tiny little boy.” She tilted her head up and cackled like a drunken witch.
She struggled to regain her composure and then glared at me angrily. “I hated the way that you treated me when I was little Joey. You were really mean, do you remember?”
“That was a long time ago,” I stammered nervously.
“I remember, Joey. I remember it all like it was yesterday. But don’t you worry; I don’t hold a grudge.” She sank in the corner of the couch normally reserved for Tony.
I suddenly felt contractions in my lower abdomen. “I need to go to the bathroom.” I wasn’t sure why I told her; it was almost like I was asking permission. I turned my back on my sister, and trudged off. Entering the bathroom, I turned and almost shut the door. After realizing that it would be difficult if not impossible for me to open it again, I left it open a crack. Pulling down my pants, I sat on the potty chair.
“You’re going poopies, aren’t you?” Jenna called from her couch. “Tell me when you’re all done Joey, so I can wipe you.”
The situation was beyond bizarre; surely this couldn’t be happening! As I sat there, emptying my bowels into the little plastic bowl, the door slowly opened and Jenna peered in with feigned shyness. I got the impression that Jenna had been looking forward to this moment with great anticipation.
“All done?”
I shook my head back and forth and asked politely, “Would you leave me alone please?”
“I wish that you were a little smaller,” Jenna rambled, ignoring my plea for privacy. “I wouldn’t mind if you wore diapers all of the time.” She entered the room and tore off a wad of toilet tissue, and then stood directly over me waiting for me to finish.
Finally I was done; standing up, I cupped my hands over my genitals. She descended upon me; I felt her separate the cheeks of my bottom with one hand as she wiped with the other. Glancing down into the bowl, she squealed, “Such a big poopie from such a little guy!”
When she reached down to pull up my pants, I completely lost control. “Take your hands off of me you drunken *****!” I bellowed. Immediately I wished that I could take it back. Jenna looked at me in stunned disbelief, then absolute rage. She left me standing in the bathroom, my pants at my ankles, returning in seconds with something in her hands. She was holding a wide, plastic ruler. I immediately understood her intentions.
“Don’t hit me,” I shrieked. “I’m sorry; please don’t!”
I tried to run away, but my pants made me trip and I stumbled directly into her arms as she fell to her knees in front of me. Holding me tightly against her chest, she brought the ruler down against my naked rear, searing the pink skin like a hot poker. I lost count of the number of times that she hit me. The pain was incredible. I was sure that the beating would leave me bloody and bruised.
I started screaming hysterically as she struck me; I simply couldn’t help myself. Eventually she stopped, but my screaming continued even after she carried me, half naked, into the bedroom. I was sure that I sounded like a toddler crying, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
“I was trying to be nice!” she bellowed, dropping me to the bed. “Well, Mr. Pottymouth, you can just spend the rest of the morning in here.” My pants were still on the bathroom floor. I fought to compose myself, and didn’t resist when she put me in a diaper and shoved me under the blankets. She pulled the blinds, plunging the room into darkness, and left, slamming the door behind her.
Lying in the darkness, tears streamed down my face and onto my pillow. I realized that I was hiccupping between sobs and suddenly recalled that the same thing would happen when I was upset as a child; a crying spree would usually result in a stubborn case of hiccups that would sometimes last for hours.
I could hear the diaper crinkle every time I squirmed in bed. The sound seemed very familiar, and I wondered if my experiences were dredging up long forgotten memories of my babyhood.
Although the door was closed tight, I could hear Jenna talking on the phone.
“Well he called me a bad name. I HAD to spank him.” There was a long pause. “With a ruler on his bare bottom. Yes…I agree…ok, we’ll see how it goes. I’ll see you in a few hours…yes…I love you too. Bye.”
I didn’t sleep; I just lay there trying to come up with some answers. I couldn’t come up with any answers but I did decide that my best course of action was simple obedience. If I didn’t do exactly as I was told, I was convinced that she’d kill me. Surely if I could just manage to make it to Friday, my ex-wife would see what was happening and rescue me.
At least two hours passed before she opened the door.
“Get out here,” Jenna ordered.
I hopped out of bed, and presented myself to her in the living room. She was sitting again at the dining room table, with the bible opened in front of her. She seemed to be sober. I stood in front of her, hand clasped together, looking down at the floor.
“Listen to this Joey,” she said softly. “I am reading from Proverbs. ‘Withhold not discipline from the child, for if you strike and punish him with the rod, he will not die. Thou shall beat him with the rod, and shall deliver his soul from hell." She shut the book. “You don’t want to go to hell, do you Joey?”
“No Jenna. I don’t want to go to hell,” I whispered.
“I didn’t think so Joey,” she replied. “I’m setting up some new rules. I think part of the problem is that we’ve created a new family, and you don’t have a good understanding of your place. So, from now on, I want you to call me ‘mommy’.”
“But…” I objected.
“No buts Joey.” She lifted the ruler that she’d hit me with earlier off of the table and placed it on her knee where I could see it. “And another thing. I think you should wear a diaper all of the time. It will help you remember that you’re just a little boy. You can take if off to go poopies, but the rest of the time I want it on. Do you understand?” She used the ruler to tap the top of her leg.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Yes what?” She stared down at me; we were obviously at a turning point.
I paused. “Yes mommy,” I mumbled.
“Good boy!” she chuckled. “But listen, I don’t want you to think that I’m a total meanie. If you’re really, really good, I’ll let you wear big boy pants as a special reward.” She grabbed my elbow and drew me close. “Let me see if I did any damage.” She pulled at the tape, and lowered one side of my diaper exposing a single cheek. To my amazement, there was very little evidence of the beating that I’d just received, only a few thin angry red lines. “No worse for the wear; you’re just fine,” she announced, refastening the corner.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon dressed only in a diaper and shirt. She put me back in the high chair for lunch; a disgusting meal of canned pasta and peas that I spooned into my mouth without complaint, and then released me to my own devices.
Jenna turned on some religious music and sat at the table reading her bible and making note in a spiral binder. I took a spot on the floor, and leaned with my back against the couch, my knees raised to my chin. Jenna would look up every few minutes and look at me, smiling.
I thought about a lot of things as I sat there. I wondered how far I might be able to get if I was able to open the door and run outside. I thought about finding a phone, but discovered that the only phone in the house appeared to be a cordless that was stashed on top of the refrigerator, far out of my reach. Even if I had a phone, whom would I call?
Suddenly I heard a car in the driveway. Tony was home from work.
TO BE CONTINUED?