Story by Jennifer Lorraine and Mistress Janice
Chapter One: The Crime
Man is to be held by the slightest chains; with the idea that he can
break them at pleasure, he submits to them in sport. -Maria Edgeworth,
Letters of Julia and Caroline, 1787
John and his wife Margaret were lounging around on a pleasant Sunday
afternoon when John announced that he had a dinner engagement that
evening with his secretaries, Lisa and Patti. John's plans irritated
Margaret, she had suspected for some time now that John and Patti had
something going and was determined to put an end to it!...Then Lisa had
entered the picture. The situation reminded Margaret of the old
Television show "Three's Company".
Patti's name cropped up repeatedly in John's conversation, irritating
Margaret intensely. She was disgusted with John's apparent fixation with
his new secretary. Every time she turned around, John was comparing her
to Patti. It seemed like all he could think about was Patti. Margaret
was so annoyed with John that at the annual Christmas party, she had
ignored Patti completely. She remembered that on two occasions, she had
arrived home and caught the two of them talking. Patti's reasons for
being there seemed innocent enough at the time; she had wanted to see
their new house. The second time Margaret found her there, Patti was
delivering Tupperware. It seemed like a coincidence when Patti had
arrived the moment her mother-in-law left the house and a quarter hour
before Margaret had come home, but lately she had begun to wonder.
The idea of his going to dinner with two recently separated women
disturbed her. "Just what is he up to?", she asked herself. She wished
he would just stay home and play with his model train layout in his den.
She thought it was childish for a man his age to be so enthused about
toy trains, but it was better to have him playing with trains than other
women.
She was cleaning the house one Saturday afternoon and discovered some
reading material hidden in John's bathroom. She found a number of
magazines titled Women Who Administer Punishment, or 'WHAP'. She opened
one of them and read, "Women of the nineties using discipline of the
50's", "diaper punishing your husband", "dress discipline for rudeness",
etc. She stopped to take a moment to review the material. She knew about
his need to be humiliated and controlled by a strong woman, but this
aspect of his sexuality was new to her. "Interesting, very
interesting,...." she thought, "So this is what my little boy wants and
needs?"
She glanced through the magazine, interested in the articles in which
the husband was treated and dressed like a child. The punishments
described in the magazine's articles involved rectal-taking, mouth
soapings, enemas, spankings, time-outs in the corner, writing punishment
lines and being sent to bed early without dinner. She began reading the
articles and taking notes. Margaret laughed to herself as she placed the
magazines back in John's secret hiding place.
She especially enjoyed the graphic illustrations showing a small boy
being dressed in his sister's clothes against his will as his mother
stood at her son's side laughing at him. That caught her attention and
made her remember.....
Margaret recalled when she was fifteen and had been invited over to
John's house. She had wondered why John never invited her over. He was
sixteen and always appeared so tough and macho, always picking a fight
or acting like a big-shot. With her, he was kind and fun to be with. But
still.....
That afternoon, John's mother had picked her up and brought her to their
home. It proved to be quite an interesting afternoon!....When she
arrived, John's sisters were busy getting the table ready with John's
aunt and grandmother in the living room. Another girl was bent over with
a tray of hors d'oeuvres, offering some to the guests. Her dress puffed
up in the rear as she bent over exposing her bottom. she laughed a bit
and smirked at the teenaged girl with the tray and thought, "That girl
is too old to be wearing a dress like that!"
She remembered it was a childishly-styled green-plaid party dress with
lace edges and wide bouffant skirt. The petticoats were so stiff and
deliberate that they forced the dress up and away from her slender body.
She wore no hosiery, exposing her very athletic legs.
Her feet were covered with little white anklets with lace edges and
black kidskin Mary-Jane style little girl shoes with rounded baby doll
style toes and a strap across the instep. Her panties, (which were very
much in view), looked to be one size too small. They hugged the crack of
her buttocks pinkly. She smirked again at how very transparent they
were. And when the girl turned around......
"John??.....", she thought to herself in surprise! She looked again to
see if she was wrong and could see John's face lurking under cosmetics.
"It was him!", she decided. She smiled demurely and looked straight at
him. He looked back with a worried, embarrassed and uneasy look on his
made-up face. He was well prepared to play the part of a girl with his
makeup. His face, normally very masculine in appearance, took on a
feminine cast with the cosmetics he was wearing. His mother must have
spent an hour making him up.
He wore a pink glossy lipstick with reddish rouged cheeks. His eyeshadow
was a nice shade of green to compliment his dress, along with his dark
black eyeliner. It was the liquid type, applied above and below his
eyelids. He had on a blonde wig that was very curly and she noticed a
scent of perfume. He had on white pearl necklace with matching hooped,
clip-on earrings and a bracelet. She stared at him and spoke tenderly
pretending not to notice it was really my boyfriend in a dress. "Hello,
what's your name?"
He hesitated, but spoke only after his mom stared at him coldly. "Uh,
Er, Hm, I am Cissy, Mam!"
She looked at his legs again. They were silky smooth, no wonder why he
always wore long pants. Goosebumps of shear terror were crawling up his
legs in plain sight of everyone! The guests roared in laughter at the
poor thing's predicament. It was obvious he felt like running, but he
didn't. He slipped away as quietly as he could and proceeded to the
kitchen to refill his tray.
The rest of the afternoon went peacefully. He acted very demure at
brunch and was allowed to sit with her. She treated him like a girl,
which she knew annoyed him quite a bit, but he was careful not to act
angry or upset. After they ate, they went to the living room to talk.
His younger sister looked up his dress and chided him for not keeping
his legs together. He did so quickly and begged Elaine not to tell
mother. But it was too late for that, his mother walked in from the
dining room and overheard his pleas for silence.
His mother stood before him and scolded him like a child. She said that
since he couldn't sit properly, that he would have to go to bed as
punishment. Elaine giggled and clapped. His mother grabbed him by the
ear and marched him upstairs. He returned within ten minutes, dressed in
a one piece pink cotton sleeper with hands and feet sewn in. He was
forced to apologize to me for acting so childishly and then was made to
walk around the room wishing everyone good night!..
It was only three p.m. when he was marched upstairs and put to bed.
There was no more trouble from John that night. She went home about
eight p.m., shortly after dinner. She saw John's mother going upstairs
several times during the afternoon to check up on him. That was the
first time she saw my boyfriend being disciplined by his mother, but
afterwards I saw him punished on many occasions. Once she saw him being
chastened by being forced to endure wearing his sister's tights with
only tie shoes and a turtleneck shirt. The tights were so small on him
that the outline of his sister's panties he was forced to wear
underneath could be clearly seen. He really hated that!....
She saw many more instances of petticoat punishment for her boyfriend.
But the one that stood out in her mind is when he was punished for
beating up his younger sister. His mother forced him to wear a very
short party dress, seamed nylons and five inch heels at a wedding
reception. Margaret thought that was a riot!....
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John had always enjoyed playing the submissive role with her and she had
come to dominate him more and more as time went on. At first she had
merely acquiesced to his strange desire for humiliation, but as she
became accustomed to giving orders and administering discipline to my
unruly husband, she found myself enjoying my role as the head of the
household. After her parents died and she found herself the beneficiary
of a large trust fund, their lives had become easier. She had wanted
John to quit his job and stay home so she could watch over him full
time, but he was adamant about continuing to work. It was true that the
money was given to them in monthly payments and they weren't exactly
rich, but they could live quite comfortably on the remittance from her p
arent's trust. Margaret wondered why John, who had always been lazy
about work, had suddenly acquired the taste for the daily grind. She
suspected that John was involved with something at work that she was
unaware of and decided to wait and see what developed.
She was talking with some friends when she learned that there actually
was a method to reverse growth and stop the aging process. It was an
experimental treatment that was used on patients in the psychiatric ward
of a private hospital right here in town. When she inquired further she
discovered that the experimenter at the clinic was a Dr. Sara Madonis.
She made an appointment to meet with Dr. Madonis the very next day. She
walked into her office and was surprised to meet a twenty-seven year old
Ph.D. in endocrinology and the creator of the youth serum.
Margaret found the experience very educational. It appeared that she was
doing research on arresting the aging process and instead of merely
halting the catabolic process, the lab animals were returned to their
early youth. The experiments had taken many years of difficult, tedious
work. She explained that the shrinking or reversal process was painless.
The serum caused the bone to decalcify and allowed the collagen
substrate to shrink as the regression began. The organs were reduced in
proportion as the process continued. Dr. Madonis told her that once the
subject had reached a predetermined age, a fixative was injected to
arrest the process.
She also said that the change the treatment induced was permanent. She
had not discovered a way to reverse the shrinking. Dr. Madonis told me
she was currently searching for a method to reverse the process and
expected her researches to reveal something soon. She told me it was too
early to tell if any techniques she had found in animal testing would
work on humans. The somatic regression treatment had never been tried
out on a human being until recently. Curious, Margaret asked about what
had happened.
It seemed that a local mother was having a great deal of trouble with
her sixteen year old daughter. She had gotten into trouble, lying,
shoplifting, using drugs and hanging around with some very unsavory
friends. She had become virtually uncontrollable. She dropped out of
school and refused to get a job, but always seemed to have money. Her
mother was frantic, she knew Cynthia must be doing something illegal to
get money, but she couldn't prove it. One afternoon, while putting away
Cynthia's clean laundry in her lingerie drawer, her mother discovered
Cynthia's stash of drugs. Cynthia's mother knew that she had to do
something immediately before she lost her child entirely. She didn't
want to call the police and have her arrested, so she called a Tough
Love help line for advice. They told her that she should have Cynthia
seen by a psychiatrist. Her mother made an appointment and talked to a
specialist in adolescent psychology. He suggested she have Cynthia
admitted to the hospital for observation. When her mother said she
didn't think she would be able to talk Cynthia into going into the
hospital, the doctor said he would take care of everything. He said he
didn't really expect Cynthia to voluntarily go into the hospital. He
would have an ambulance bring her in for admission.
Cynthia was most uncooperative when the ambulance came and injured the
ambulance attendants who were forced to strap her into a stretcher. When
the staff attempted to release her at the hospital, she went wild and
attacked several staff members in the ensuing melee. She was wrestled to
the ground by a pair of burly ward attendants who held her as the nurses
injected her buttocks with a massive dose of Haldol. Cynthia collapsed
on the floor in a tranquilized stupor as she was manhandled into a
restaining jacket before being hustled off to her bed.
After an initial psychiatric screening in the ward, it was decided that
Cynthia had a pre-psychotic personality and would probably not respond
well to the normal course of psychiatric treatment. Cynthia's mother had
a meeting with the attending psychiatrist who discussed the various
merits and problems associated with the only other approved treatment;
electro-convulsive therapy. He told her mother that part of Cynthia's
problem stemmed from her environment; to be more precise, he said, her
problem was her friends. Unless some way was found to remove her
permanently from the influence of her friends, she would inevitably fall
back into the same destructive patterns of behavior. He suggested that
there was one highly experimental treatment that might work. If Cynthia
could be regressed back to babyhood, she would have another chance to
grow up and develop a normal personality. This was merely a more extreme
form of a treatment that had been very successful in the past, i.e.,
re-patterning.
What made this treatment different was that Cynthia would actually be
regressed into infancy. Her mind and body would have a chance to adjust
to reality over a period of time. He pointed out that Cynthia's id would
have the opportunity to act out it's most infantile desires without fear
of punishment. The doctor went to great pains to explain that as the
mother of an infant she would have no problems freeing Cynthia from the
influence of her friends. By the time Cynthia was old enough to want to
see her old friends again, they would have become fifteen years older
and have lost interest in her. All her mother had to do is provide a
loving atmosphere for baby Cynthia to grow up in and Cynthia would be
cured.
The only other real alternative, the doctor explained, was a very
prolonged stay in a mental ward where she would rapidly become a
dependent personality. If her mother selected this treatment, the
prognosis wasn't very good; he predicted that Cynthia would probably
have to be hospitalized multiple times over the next ten years and would
almost certainly end her life in a mental hospital. The psychiatrist
also cautioned that a prolonged stay in the psychiatric ward would be
extremely expensive and could cost as much as fifty thousand dollars a
year. Her mother was convinced. Her mother agreed to let her daughter
Cynthia become a test subject and signed papers to that effect. Dr.
Madonis was called in and briefed on the case and asked whether she
would like to try her treatment out on Cynthia. Dr. Madonis told me that
she hadn't been that enthusiastic about regressing Cynthia into infancy,
but after hearing the full report on her mental state she became
convinced that Cynthia's psychiatrist was right, she had to help the
poor child before it was too late.
After a few days of being restrained in a bed under the influence of
muscle relaxants and anti-psychotic tranquilizers, the first dosage was
prepared and given. It had to be administered as an enema and two liters
of the solution had to be retained for half an hour to allow the drug to
be absorbed by her intestinal tract. Dr. Madonis was there to witness
the first clinical trial of her new treatment. The nurses found it easy
to handle the straight-jacketed girl, all they had to do was roll her
over in bed onto a stack of dry bedpads and unfasten the tapes on the
incontinent briefs she was wearing in lou of bathroom privileges. One of
the nurses attached a chest strap to the underside of the bed and pulled
it over the helpless girl's back and buckled it in place to keep her
from thrashing about while they worked. They jerked the loose diaper
down between her legs and hung the enema bag on an I.V. pole attached to
the foot of the bed. Cynthia grunted as she felt one of the nurses give
her an injection in her buttocks to prevent convulsions. Meanwhile the
other nurse secured her feet into restraining straps that were mounted
to the bottom of the bed. When the nurse finished strapping her feet,
she proceeded to lubricate and insert the tip of the applicator into her
rectum while she cracked jokes about what a helpless baby Cynthia had
become. A bottle of Ringer's solution was hung on the pole with the
enema bag and a bottle of activator was piggybacked onto the bottle of
glucose. The nurse inserted a butterfly I.V. into the great saphenous
vein on her leg and the fluid was allowed to slowly drip into her
bloodstream.
Cynthia moaned pitifully as the drug took effect and her muscles
quivered from the high concentration of calcium ions that were released
by the treatment. She made feeble attempts to escape her bonds, but the
muscle relaxants had made her as weak as a newborn. She couldn't make
her muscles obey her will. The tranquilizers had an equally powerful
effect on her. Her lips drooped slackly and she drooled as she slurred
mumbled objections to the way she was being treated. After the I.V. was
started, they left her alone in her room lying prone on the bed with her
bare bottom exposed. Cynthia wept quietly as waves of contractions
rippled up and down her torso. Every fifteen minutes the nurses looked
in and checked on the softly whimpering girl. Cynthia's mind clouded
from the effects of the drug and she slipped into a blabbing reverie
calling for her momma. Dr. Madonis said she was pleased that Cynthia
seemed to experience no discomfort from the treatment. Cynthia never
knew when her anal sphincter released and the enema flowed out onto the
diaper padding. She lay there on the bed gaily bubbling in cheerful
idiocy when the nurses came to clean her up and replace her diaper. The
nurses unstrapped her feet and rolled her over on her back as the drug
continued to shrink her body. Within four hours, a very small child lay
in the bed prattling and sucking her thumb while Dr. Madonis observed
her behavior approvingly.
When Cynthia's body had regressed into infancy, Dr. Madonis ordered the
fixative to be given and the process was stopped. She had become a
one-year-old baby girl. Cynthia was released into the care of her doting
mother and left the hospital in her mother's loving arms. Sara Madonis
showed me pictures of an adorable blue-eyed baby girl dressed in diapers
being held against her mother's bosom. Margaret just couldn't believe
it! Was this possible? It certainly appeared to be true. She plied her
with questions and before long Sara invited her out for dinner so they
could discuss the process at length. They talked for hours at the
restaurant. After their delightful dinner and conversation, she felt
that she knew everything there was to know about the youth serum........
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Margaret had planned to invite both Patti and Lisa over for dinner with
John and her. The biggest problem was getting the two women to commit to
the same date. She couldn't wait to set up this engagement. Meanwhile
she had an afternoon brunch planned with my sister and fifteen-year-old
niece Wendy.
Her sister and Bethany arrived for dinner at noon and we sat in the
living room to talk. Bethany's dress was a rather childishly pretty
party dress of black crushed velvet with white lace rim and a wide red
satin sash tied into a tight bow in back. She wore chunky high heeled
shoes with an ankle strap and sheer black hosiery. Bethany wore bright
red lipstick and very heavy black eyeliner and mascara. The blue
eyeshadow was accented with purple and white tint. her hair, though
black, was tinted with red. She was a girl of the times, making herself
up like a female rock star. She had three earrings in each ear and one
in her eyebrow. Despite her association with punk rock, she was quite
cute and mature for her age. In addition, Bethany was a vegetarian and a
bit on the wild side. Her mannerisms, makeup and dress similar to
Courtney Love and Madonna. Margaret glared at her dress, as she
considered it much too short and daring.
Ann and Margaret talked while Bethany got up to pet one of Margaret's
house cats. Her cats were very affectionate and are always seeming to be
vying for someone's attention. She bent over and her stiff petticoats
forced her dress high up into the air revealing the white garter belts
holding up her black stocking tops and bright red satin panties. The two
women didn't take notice, as they were very deep in conversation. But
her husband did!....
He was smirking and having a good time at Bethany's expense. Margaret
noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was ogling either Ann or
Bethany when she saw Bethany's bright red underpants. She immediately
got up from the chair and approached Bethany. She whispered in a very
low voice. "Bethany dear, your unmentionables are showing and my husband
is staring straight up your dress."
She stood straight up and turned red with embarrassment and shame. "I'm
sorry. Oops!" Ann reminded her to act ladylike or else. John just
snickered.
"Is there something you find amusing, John?", Margaret said coldly and
deliberately. He had a surprised look on his face like a little boy who
was just caught with his hand in the forbidden cookie jar and stuttered.
"Uh, er, No as a matter of fact....." He was obviously embarrassed.
Ann gave him a cold look that threatened to freeze him solid on the
spot. "Imagine a forty-five year old man ogling a fifteen-year-old just
to see her underpants!", thought Margaret disgustedly. Her thoughts
turned to the days when he was punished as a teenager and made her
smile. He had been so humiliated and controlled back then. Her
woolgathering was cut short as she regained her focus on the present
situation. His actions were inexcusable and something had to be done!
Bethany sat down and John was smirking. She looked and saw that
Bethany's legs were partially opened, allowing John a small peek of her
red underpants. She pounced on him and slapped him hard across the face.
"What are you staring at, smart ass?", she shouted as she slapped him.
His head snapped back as he reeled in shock. She hit him so hard that he
saw stars!
She'd had about enough and decided that he must really want some
attention from his mommy. Margaret considered humiliating and punishing
him in front of company for the very first time. The only thing that
stopped her was the thought of the embarrassment her guests would
suffer. John was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and both Ann and
Margaret were in the library. Bethany joined them and then excused
herself for a brief moment. Bethany stood up and walked to the kitchen.
John was talking to her and the next thing she knew his voice was
getting louder. Ann and Margaret stopped talking to hear what was taking
place in the other room. What Margaret heard made her extremely angry
and her temperature went up as quickly as the volume of Bethany's voice.
"Hey Mr. Macho, bet you wish you could get your hands on me? Well,
forget it!", she said angrily.
He replied in an equally strident tone, "You little bitch, strutting
your satin panty little ass like some little whore. You'll never have to
worry about me!". On and on it went. They heard John's yelling and
profanities, but we never heard a word in reply from Bethany. That was
simply because she replied to his abuse in very low tones. They came out
to the kitchen and she saw that Bethany was in tears.
Chapter Two: The Accusation
Men are like tea - the real strength and goodness are not properly drawn
until they have been in hot water. -Lillie Hitchcock Colt (1843-1929)
"What was going on in there, Bethany?", Ann said, raising her voice with
concern. She saw John snickering, while Bethany explained angrily, "John
insulted me and tried to get another peek up my dress by grabbing me.
He's a pig!....."
"Oh really?", exclaimed Margaret. "John, I've told you time and time
again about using profanity and raising your voice! Now apologize to
Bethany immediately and get yourself upstairs and get ready for bed.
NOW!!"
John knew she meant business. He looked embarrassed at her direct order
and hung his head in shame. It was obvious that he didn't want to be
punished. The thought of being sent to bed early like a small child was
especially humiliating. He bowed his head and stuttered as he apologized
in a meek voice....
"Upstairs!", demanded Margaret pointing to the bedroom. John shuffled
slowly up the stairs dragging his feet on every step. Clearly he was
delaying as much as possible. When Margaret heard his footsteps on the
top landing she excused herself and followed him up. She wanted to
personally see that he selected the proper clothes for sleeping.
Bethany winced as she heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh repeatedly
upstairs followed closely by John's moans of pain. Evidently he had
refused to wear what Margaret had selected for him to sleep in. A few
minutes later John appeared on the stairs with Margaret right behind
him. Bethany burst out laughing when she saw what Margaret had forced
him to wear. His masculine frame was hidden under a white baby doll
nightie! Bethany chuckled when she saw that Margaret had added red
tights to the outfit to emphasize the shortness of the nightie. Margaret
marched him down to Bethany and told him, "I don't think Bethany heard
you apologize earlier. I want you to apologize so everyone can hear!"
Just then Ann walked into the room and saw John cowering in front of
Margaret and Bethany. He straightened up and attempted to salvage what
dignity he could from the situation. John's face flushed in
embarrassment and he said, "I believe I've already apologized to
Bethany, dear. If the two of you will excuse me, it's time for me to go
to bed."
Margaret's face screwed up in anger as she demanded, "John, apologize to
Bethany right now!"
He looked her in the eye with an expression of defiance and said
quietly, "Fuck you." Then he turned away from them and began walking
towards the stairs.
Margaret flew into a rage. She slapped a hand down on top of his
shoulder, gripping him tightly and grabbed his behind with her other
hand. Bethany smiled as she saw the frilly pink panties he was wearing
underneath the tights suddenly exposed to everyone's view. "Come on
Bethany! I think I'm going to need your help punishing him."
Margaret hustled John to the upstairs bedroom in what's known politely
as the bum's rush. She seized a bar of soap from the sink and tried to
force it into his mouth saying, "You filthy mouthed peeper! Since you
act like a little boy, I'm going to treat you like one. Now open up for
your punishment!"
John turned his head and put his hands up to ward her off. Margaret
gripped his chin and called out to Bethany, "Hold his hands Bethany!
I've got his chin!"
Bethany grabbed one of his hands and pulled it behind him and reached
around too grab the other but discovered that he was too strong for her,
she had to hold onto the hand she had with both hands to keep him from
breaking free. Ann, who was watching the commotion from the doorway,
rushed in to help. She grabbed his other hand and forced it behind his
back easily and held it there while Margaret worked on his front.
Margaret pushed the bar of soap past his front teeth and worked it
around the front of his m outh to get it wet and make it easier to force
it the rest of the way in. John pushed at the bar with his tongue
attempting to get it out of his mouth, but only succeeded in helping
Margaret wet the bar. Chips of soap curled from the top and bottom of
the bar as Margaret worked it back and forth over his teeth. The acrid
taste of the soap made John's mouth water and started dissolving the
bits of soap that had been scraped off by his teeth. His mouth started
foaming like a barber's shaving cup. John's eyes went wide as he
swallowed his soap tainted saliva and he struggled fiercely against the
combined strength of the women. They were too much for him, he was
unable to break free. Foam dripped from his chin as Margaret continued
to scrub his mouth with the bar until thick suds billowed from his mouth
and ran down his chest. "Are you going to talk like that again?", she
shouted.
"Nuhhh! Nevuh agaun! Pleees stoooop!", he babbled around the suds.
"Good boy! Now swallow!", she demanded.
"Salooow?", he asked incredulously.
"Swallow those suds right now!", she ordered.
John gulped convulsively and turned a pale shade of green as the soap
hit his stomach. Margaret nodded her approval and said, "It tastes
pretty bad doesn't it? I want you to remember that taste next time you
think about uttering language like that around me." She went to the
bathroom cabinet and took down a brown glass medicine bottle and poured
about three tablespoons into a medication cup and said, "Tilt your head
back and open your mouth. That's right! Now open wide!"
John opened his mouth so she could pour in the medication and suddenly
his mouth was filled with a viscous oily substance that seemed to
slither down his throat unbidden. The taste of the stuff was wretched!
He tried to lean his head forward and spit the vile stuff out, but
Margaret was holding his jaw in place and massaging his throat under his
chin. John had to swallow the stuff in order to breathe and discovered
its true taste only came after a few minutes. It had an oily medicinal
taste that reeked of some chemical. Then John realized what Margaret had
made him swallow; castor oil!
His stomach heaved involuntarily when he released what she had done to
him. Waves of nausea washed over him as he heard Margaret say, "How do
your words taste now, John? Think you'd like to say some more? There's
more castor oil in the bottle! Here, let me whisper some of those words
in your ear!"
She leaned close to him and began whispering profanity in his ear while
simultaneously holding the bottle of castor oil up to his nose. John's
stomach rebelled at the fresh assault on his nostrils and his stomach
began heaving violently. "Over there!", Margaret directed.
She guided them to the toilet bowl where they forced John's head into
the toilet until his face was touching the water. He regurgitated into
the toilet bowl as Margaret said, "Well, Mr. Potty Mouth are you happy
now? Do you want to say something to us? No? Well then we're just going
to let you stay here and think about what you've said and what will
happen to you if you ever say anything like that again."
She motioned to Ann and Bethany to release his arms and he fell into the
muck in the toilet bowl headfirst. John gripped the sides of the toilet
and hauled his head out before the next wave of nausea hit him. Then he
was back at the toilet bowl holding on the porcelain for dear life as he
began regurgitating over and over again. He felt like he was puking his
guts up!
"Now you know how your behavior makes me feel, John. The very idea of
you putting your hands on my young niece makes me ill just to think
about it. I've had all I'm going to take from you John! Things are going
to be different around here starting today! Your behavior is going to
change! From now on you're going to behave yourself! No more peeking, no
more pawing at little girls, no more dirty language! Do you understand
me? I'm going to see to it that you toe the line every minute of the
day! Just remember, if I ever hear you using language like that again,
you'll be doing penance at the shrine of the swirling waters. We still
have plenty of soap and castor oil. Do you understand?"
John grunted his understanding just before he heaved again. Margaret
turned to her sister and asked sweetly, "Ann dear, Could you get me the
hair brush that is sitting on my dresser? The dark brown one with the
heavy wooden handle?"
Ann grinned and returned a minute later with the brush in her hand.
Margaret took it from her and said, "Would you and Bethany excuse us?
John and I have some unfinished business to discuss. I have a few points
to make about proper etiquette around young ladies."
They smiled at Margaret and left the bathroom, closing the door behind
them. The last thing they heard was Margaret saying, "Just stay on your
knees where you are John. Now push down your tights and drop them to the
floor. Panties too! Hold on the toilet........."
The hall was filled with the sounds of a wooden brush hitting flesh as
Margaret began spanking John again. She emerged a few minutes later with
his panties and tights over one arm saying, "John would be needing these
again tonight. In about two hours the castor oil and soap is going to
hit him again at the other end. I wouldn't want them to get in the way.
I've locked him in the bathroom for now. Right now, I'm going to make
some arrangements for medical treatment so that John will never be a
danger to little girls again."
Ann and Bethany excused themselves and told Margaret that they had to
go. Margaret saw them to the door and then went to the kitchen to make
arrangements for John's treatment. Margaret picked up the phone and
placed a call to Dr. Madonis. She found herself getting angry all over
again when she thought about what he had attempted to do with Bethany.
"John's behavior has become outrageous! First he flaunts his idiotic
fling with his secretaries in front of me and now this!", she thought,
"Imagine! Assaulting my niece right in my own kitchen with her mother
and me in the next room! Who knows what he'll do next. His peeking has
gotten out of hand, I see what Dr. Madonis recommends."
A few minutes later she was describing the afternoons events to Dr
Madonis. She was very sympathetic about John's peeking behavior and
offered to get him an appointment at the clinic. When Margaret related
how he had peeked up her niece's dress and subsequently accosted her in
the kitchen Dr. Madonis became extremely concerned. She told Margaret
that she wanted to discuss John's case with one of the staff
psychiatrists and that she'd call her back within the hour. Margaret
agreed and hung up the receiver with a smile on her face. "If John
thinks I'm going to punish him for what he did to Bethany by merely
sending him to bed, he's got another thing coming. What he did to
Bethany was the finial straw. We'll see what the psychiatrist has to say
about his behavior!"
Half an hour later the phone rang and Margaret answered hoping it was
Dr. Madonis with some advice on what to do about John. It was. She told
Margaret that she had talked it over with Dr. Feldstein and she had
asked if she could talk to Margaret privately. She also asked if it
would be possible to talk to Margaret's niece and sister. They arranged
a meeting at the clinic the next day and Margaret promised she'd try to
get her sister and niece to come.
Bethany was quite graphic in her description of John's actions the day
before. She described John's behavior toward her in lurid detail,
causing the psychiatrist to frown in concern and give Dr. Madonis a
pointed look. The psychiatrist confirmed the story with Margaret and her
sister and then asked her sister and her niece to wait outside the
office for a few minutes while they discussed the matter with Margaret.
The psychiatrist asked Margaret how long this behavior had been going on
and was surprised when Margaret told her that John had always acted
overtly sexual with her adult friends, but this was the first time he
had acted this way around a child. She told them that John's behavior
had become erratic of late and she was worried that he was becoming
mentally ill. Margaret explained that her husband had always been
peculiar sexually and told them about his transvestite tendencies. She
said that lately he had insisted on sleeping in nighties and had even
worn female clothing in front of her friends on several occasions.
Margaret told them that after the episode with Bethany, she had insisted
that he come downstairs to apologize to her. She explained how shocked
she was when she saw that John had put on a baby doll nightie and tights
to wear in front of Bethany. She offered to get Bethany back in the
office to substantiate her story, but the offer was politely declined by
the psychiatrist. She went on to tell them about his infatuation with
the new secretaries at work and explained that he had never had behaved
adulterously before. Margaret said that she was afraid that he would
dress up in women's clothes to go to work in an attempt to impress the
secretaries. She was afraid that he'd lose his job if they found out he
was a transvestite. She told them she felt his behavior was becoming
more and more outrageous and she was willing to do anything in her power
to help him get his behavior under control again. Dr. Feldstein told her
that his behavior with Bethany could be considered criminal and
recommended she get him treatment immediately. She said that although
she hadn't seen John and could not make a diagnoses based on hearsay
alone, she felt like his condition warranted immediate concern. She
warned Margaret that if he was accepted for treatment, the process was
likely to be both long and costly and that a cure was not guaranteed in
cases like his. She told Margaret that sexual deviation cases were
notoriously difficult to treat and that effective treatment was
impossible without the patient's complete cooperation. She also warned
Margaret that the medications to reduce John's sex drive during
treatment would have the effect of shrinking his testes to the size of
peanuts and would make him a chemical eunuch for some time to come. She
also told her that in rare cases the patient's sex drive was permanently
reduced with an accompanying impairment of sexual function. Dr.
Feldstein looked meaningfully at Dr. Madonis and said that psychiatricly
speaking, this was the only approved treatment plan available at this
time and told Margaret that she hoped that she had the courage to deal
with the situation before John did something that became public
knowledge. She excused herself and left Dr. Madonis to discuss what
Margaret wanted to do with her.
Dr. Madonis smiled at Margaret uncertainly and asked if she had made a
decision. Margaret replied that they didn't have the money for extended
treatments and asked if there were any provisions for charity cases at
the clinic. She explained that they had enough money to support them
from a trust fund left to her by her parents, but John's medical
insurance did not cover psychiatric treatment. Dr. Madonis told her that
the funds in this years budget for charity patients had been accounted
for and there would not be any available until next year. She told her
that if John was arrested, the state would pay for his treatment, but it
was likely to be given in prison. Margaret sighed and told her that John
would have to take his chances with the law. It was simply impossible
for her to withdraw any monies from the trust, her parents had told her
before they died that their attorneys considered the trust unbreakable
and seen to it that if she brought legal action to break the trust that
all payments would be cut off immediately. She explained that if
necessary they could survive without John working. Dr. Madonis patted
her on the shoulder and said perhaps something could be done. She
advised Margaret to be patient and wait a day or two and see what she
could do for her.
Two days later, Dr. Madonis called back and asked if she could speak to
Margaret privately in her home. Margaret agreed and Dr. Madonis said
that she'd be right over. Margaret put John to bed over his
protestations and waited for Dr. Madonis to arrive. A hour later she was
at the door and Margaret took her into the living room to hear what she
had discovered. Margaret gave Dr. Madonis a cup of coffee and sat down
across from the couch on the easy chair. Dr. Madonis said that she'd
been unable to find alternative sources of treatment and asked if she
remembered the case of the little girl they had discussed at their first
meeting. Margaret said she did and Dr. Madonis said she felt like this
was probably John's only option. She pointed out that the treatment was
purely experimental and she didn't really have authorization to do it
but she felt it was in everyone's interest to get John under control
again. She asked where John was and seemed relieved when she was told
that he was in bed asleep. She told Margaret that she had brought
everything necessary to treat John and asked if she could call her
sister and ask her to come over to help them give John his treatment.
Margaret agreed and placed the call immediately. Her sister said she'd
be delighted to help and would be there in fifteen minutes. Margaret
freshened Dr. Madonis's coffee and they made small talk until Margaret's
sister arrived.
When Ann arrived, Dr. Madonis explained what they had to do. She gave
Margaret and her sister explicit instructions for the help she needed.
She told them that they wouldn't need to set up an I.V. because the
large infusion of the experimental medication over a short period of
time would be dangerous outside of a hospital setting. She would
administer the first dose of secondary accelerator by injection and
return in a few days to administer the second dose. She explained that
the primary medication would have to be delivered by means of an enema
and required that the patient hold the solution within his bowels for
approximately one half hour. She said she would give John an injection
of a very powerful tranquilizer first and let it take effect before they
attempted the enema.
Margaret led the group up the stairs and opened the door to the master
bedroom where John was taking his nap. She smiled as she saw everyone's
reaction to the scene before them; John lay on his twin bed on his
stomach snoring loudly. His comforter was nowhere to be seen. (She had
put away his comforter and made him dress in the outfit he was wearing
in anticipation of this moment.) John was wearing a hot pink baby doll
nightie that left his fanny exposed to everyone's view. His ruffle
covered bottom glowed pinkly in the dim light peeking in from the cracks
between the heavy curtains as they approached his bed.
Margaret went to the head of the bed and motioned for Bethany and her
sister to take position at the foot of his bed, ready to hold down his
legs while Dr. Madonis prepared the injection of tranquilizer. Dr.
Madonis signaled she was ready and the three of them bent over his
sleeping form and held him down tightly as Dr. Madonis quickly pulled
down the panty, swabbed his skin with alcohol, and injected him. John
struggled as the needle penetrated his skin and tried to yell, but
Margaret shoved his head into the pillow to muffle his screams. Dr.
Madonis prepared a syringe with an injection of muscle relaxant and gave
him second shot on the same site, then moved to the other side of the
bed. Then Dr. Madonis filled another syringe with an anticonvulsant and
gave him a third injection on the other side of his buttocks. Dr.
Madonis pulled up the panty and nodded to the group to indicate she was
finished. Everyone left the room except Margaret, who sat down on the
edge of the bed beside John. The sounds of the women's feet descending
the stairs echoed hollowly in the room as John began to speak.
"What...What did you do?", he quavered in a panic.
"Nothing much, John. Dr. Madonis just gave you an injection of
tranquilizer to keep you calm for the treatment. We'll be back later to
finish up. Right now, I just want you to stay where you are," she said
with a smile of triumph.
"Treatment? What treatment?", he said thickly.
"John! You really didn't expect to get away with pawing Bethany did you?
I was willing to stay quiet when you started stepping out on me with
those two hussies at work, but pawing my niece was too much. I talked to
a psychiatrist about the way you were behaving. You'll be pleased to
hear that I decided not to follow her recommendations. She advised
chemical castration along with a long course of psychiatric treatment in
the hospital. I told her your medical insurance didn't cover psychiatric
illnesses and we couldn't afford to pay for it ourselves. So one of her
colleagues offered to give you a new treatment she's devised. I'm afraid
you're not going to be able to continue to work after the treatment,
John, but I think it's for the best. I wasn't really happy with the
company you've been keeping at work lately. After you've had your
treatment you won't feel like pawing little girls any more," she said
grimly as she got up from the bed. She laughed as she moved toward the
door and said, "Or maybe you still will! Anyway, it won't matter to
anyone what you do after the treatment. You'll be completely safe in the
company of little girls when Dr. Madonis gets through with you. Just lay
there and let the tranquilizer take effect John. We'll be back in a few
minutes to give you your treatment.
"What....what are you going to do?", he asked, slurring the words
slightly. The powerful tranquilizer was beginning to take effect and he
was having a hard time controlling his tongue.
"What are we going to do, you asked? Oh, you mean, 'What is the
treatment going to do to you?' Nothing much really, John. We're just
going to make you younger,.......a lot younger!", she said as she closed
the door on John's sobs.
Margaret returned to the living room to find Dr. Madonis describing the
treatment she intending to give John. Dr. Madonis explained that they
would have to give him an enema as she removed a one liter bag from the
shopping bag full of medications she had brought. She told them that
while they waited for the tranquilizer to take effect, they should get
everything ready. She said that they would need something to waterproof
the bed like plastic sheeting as well as some old towels to soak up the
mess when the inevitable happened. Margaret suggested they use lawn and
leaf bags to protect the mattress and asked Ann if she would get them
while she got some old towels from the linen closet and put them by the
bedroom door. Dr. Madonis showed the enema bag to Bethany and explained
that they would need to hold it high in the air while John was getting
his treatment. She asked Bethany if she would like to hold it for her.
Bethany asked Dr. Madonis why it couldn't be hung up somewhere. Dr.
Madonis agreed that that would be best, but that she hadn't seen
anyplace to hang the bag in the bedroom. Bethany pointed to the free
standing bamboo hat rack in the entry hall and asked why they couldn't
use that. Dr. Madonis laughed and said that a hat rack would be fine,
she hadn't seen it when she came in. She asked Bethany if she would
bring the hat rack up the stairs for them. Bethany jumped up from the
couch and began to drag the bamboo rack up the stairs as Margaret
re-entered the room. Margaret asked Dr. Madonis what Bethany was doing
with the hat rack and chuckled when Dr. Madonis told her Bethany's idea.
She took the bags up the stairs to sit beside the bedroom door with the
towels and bamboo rack until they were ready to give John his treatment.
Chapter Three: Protective Custody
If a woman's husband gets on her nerves, she should fly at him. If she
thinks him too sweet and smarmy with other people, she should let him
have it to his nose, straight out, She should lead him a dog's life and
never swallow her bile. -D.H. Lawrence, Fantasia of the Unconscious,
1922
An hour later the four women entered the bedroom with their arms filled
with supplies to find John in a sedated daze. Margaret quickly stripped
him of his panties and nightie, leaving him lying naked on his bed.
Margaret and Ann rolled him over on his side while Bethany spread
plastic lawn and leaf bags over the sheet to waterproof it. Then they
rolled him back over on top of the plastic bags while Bethany spread
bags on the other side.
John felt like his mind was wrapped in cotton batting; he wanted to
resist the impersonal manipulation of his body, but even thinking about
fighting back was too exhausting. He knew he should have felt
embarrassed over what was happening to him, but somehow he couldn't seem
to feel any emotions. He felt like his soul had withered in his body
leaving a hollow emotionless husk. His ears rang with a high pitched
whine and his thoughts moved with molasses-like slowness. He tried to
move his arms and discovered that the muscle relaxant had made them
flaccid and nearly useless. All he could do was flop his arms from
side-to-side helplessly as they maneuvered his limp form on the bed.
Margaret and her sister pushed his feet and legs back until his knees
touched his chest then continued to push, curling his back and rocking
his bottom off the bed. Bethany slipped several towels under his behind
and the two women let John's legs stretch out again. Ann and Margaret
rolled him on his stomach and arranged his legs to make it easy for Dr.
Madonis to insert the enema applicator in his rectum. Dr. Madonis asked
Margaret where the bathroom was and left with the enema bag and
medication to prepare the solution. A few minute later Dr. Madonis
returned with the full enema bag in hand. She hung the bag from the hat
rack that had been set up beside the bed and went to her shopping bag to
look for some lubricant. She rummaged through the bag for a moment b
efore finding the small jar of vaseline she had brought with her and
stood up while opening the jar. Dr. Madonis rolled the tip of the
applicator in the jar until the sides were coated and asked Margaret to
hold John's shoulders while Ann and Bethany held his legs. John grunted
as the applicator was shoved up his rectum and shivered when Dr. Madonis
opened the stopcock letting the solution begin to flow into him.
Dr. Madonis explained that the dosage of solution was half that of what
they gave patients in the clinic when they gave them the treatment
there. She told them that she didn't want John's body to make too many
changes over too short a time since they weren't in a clinical setting.
She said she planned to wait a few days to see how he was doing before
she gave him another treatment. While they waited for the medication to
be absorbed, Dr. Madonis prepared the injection of accelerator. She
swabbed the other side of John's behind with a disposable alcohol pad
and then grabbed a handful of the muscle on his buttocks. Bethany asked
why Dr. Madonis stuck the needle in sideways across the muscle instead
of straight in when she saw how Dr. Madonis was giving the shot. The
doctor told Bethany that the injection was very irritating to muscle
tissue and she had to give it in a way called a 'Z'-track. She explained
that when she withdrew the needle, the medication would be spread across
the muscle rather than make a hard knot of medication which would damage
the muscle. John moaned quietly as the needle was withdrawn and Dr.
Madonis slapped the site of the shot.
Bethany chuckled at the sight of Dr. Madonis spanking her uncle and was
told by Dr. Madonis that she had slapped his skin to reduce the pain of
the injection. A few minutes later the muscles on John's body began to
quiver as the drug released calcium ions causing his muscles to
contract. The quivers became great rolling waves of spasms that shook
his body. John's face was contorted by multiple tics as the medication
pervaded every cell of his body. When the spasms had subsided, Dr.
Madonis motioned to the others to release his arms and legs. They stood
back and observed the effects of their work; John looked like a wreak,
his lips hung slackly and he drooled incontinently as his muscles
trembled feebly as his calcium balance returned to normal. As they
watched, the hair on his pubes began falling out and making a small pile
on the towel beneath him. Margaret bent over him and ran her hand up his
leg and turned to the others to show what had come back on her hand. Her
palm was covered with hair from his leg and a bald patch was exposed
where she had brushed his leg. She reached between his legs and grabbed
a hank of hair from his pubic region to tug and come up with a tuft of
short, curly hair. Margaret dropped the tuft of hair on the towel beside
him and brushed the hair from her palms saying, "Bethany, would you run
down to the kitchen for me and get a damp sponge, dear? I'd like to
clean him up before he gets hair all over everything."
Bethany nodded and left the room as Margaret went to the head of the bed
and bent down again. She pulled on the hair on John's head roughly and
was surprised when nothing came back in her hand. She turned to Dr.
Madonis for an explanation who smiled and said, "The loss of hair you're
seeing is the product of secondary sexual development. The hair on his
head is unaffected as are his finger and toenails. I'm afraid you'll
have to give him a haircut when the treatment is finished. He's going to
look pretty shaggy with an adult head of hair on a little boy's body."
Bethany returned with the sponge and helped Margaret wipe the vestiges
of body hair from the back of John's arms and legs. When they finished
with his rest of his body, Margaret cupped his scrotum in her hand and
carefully sponged it off. Bethany was surprised to see his testicles
seem to shrink at her touch. The twin mounds of tissue under the skin of
his scrotum seemed to melt away into tiny bumps while she watched. She
looked at his hands and saw that his fingernails appeared to be growing
into twisted claws right under her eyes. She looked again and saw that
his nails weren't really growing, it was his hand that was shrinking
back away from the nails. He was shrinking! Dr. Madonis hadn't prepared
her for this. While she watched his body dwindled in size, moving
backwards through the stages of growth. When she had reentered the room
he had appeared like a young man of twenty, now he looked like he was
her age.
Bethany watched in fascination as he became an adolescent again and
continued into childhood. His muscles relaxed in a state of utter
tranquillity as his body adjusted to its new environment. Dr. Madonis
turned off the stopcock on the empty enema bag and removed the
applicator from his behind before turning his diminished body over on
the bed. Seconds later John's bowels cut loose and a puddle of solution
crept out beneath him. Margaret began sponging the hair from the front
of his body and finished by wiping his pubic area. The denuded body of a
little boy of six lay before them. Dr. Madonis removed the bag from the
hat rack and took it in the bathroom to clean the tip. She walked back
in the room saying, "I think we can remove the towels now and replace
them. He'll probably mess on them one more time before he gets finished
but I don't want him lying in that mess until he does."
Margaret bent over the small body of her husband, slipping her arms
underneath his legs and shoulders and lifting him easily for Ann to
remove the soiled towels. Bethany replaced the towels and Margaret laid
him back down on the bed. Margaret thanked Ann and asked if she would
take the dirty towels down to the laundry for her. Ann complied as Dr.
Madonis said as she put the rest of her things back in her shopping bag,
"I think we should let him rest for awhile alone."
They reassembled in the living room where Dr. Madonis looked at her
watch and said she had to go. She told Margaret to that she could remove
the last towels in an hour or so and that the combination of the
tranquilizer and muscle relaxant would make John sleepy and he would
probably doze the rest of the day. She told her he should be okay the
next day and to watch he carefully. If she had any problems she should
call her at her home. She wrote down the number on the back of one of
her business cards and handed it to Margaret, then said goodbye and
left. Margaret turned to Ann and asked if she had found the things she
had asked here about the other day. Ann smiled and said that she had put
them in her car before she left. She gave Bethany her car keys and asked
her to open the trunk and bring her the paper bag. Ann told Margaret
that she had to leave and picked up her purse from the couch as Bethany
returned with the paper bag in her arms. Ann told Bethany to put the bag
anywhere on the floor and told her it was time to leave. Bethany did as
she was told and went to the door. Margaret saw her sister to the door
and stopped Bethany as she was about to leave, saying, "Bethany, What
happened to your uncle is a family secret. Do you understand? I don't
want you to tell any of your friends."
Ann nodded and said, "If I do find out that you've told anyone young
lady, I'm going to ground you for four months at least. Is that clear,
Four months!"
Bethany swallowed and said meekly, "Yes, mother. I understand," and held
the door open for her mother. Ann hugged her sister and said, "Don't
worry about John, Dear. I think you've done the right thing. Everything
will be allright. Don't forget to call his employer and tell them he's
quitting. Otherwise they'll be calling you wanting to know what
happened."
Margaret agreed and closed the door behind her sister before picking up
the paper bag and taking it to the laundry. It was going to be a busy
day tomorrow and she wanted to get the laundry done before she got
snowed under.
Margaret finished folding the clean laundry and looked at her watch; it
was time to get the towels off of John's bed. She took a wash cloth and
a clean towel went up the stair to get John cleaned up. She stopped in
the bathroom and wet the washcloth in the sink before she went into the
bedroom. When she entered John was whimpering weakly on the bed.
Margaret lifted John's feet and pulled them back to expose his bottom
and began to wipe it with the washcloth, then folded the towels away
from him. She bundled the towels with the plastic bags and put them on
the floor beside the bed. Then she rolled him to one side and removed
the rest of the plastic bags from the bed. Margaret folded the washcloth
and began to give John a sponge bath, drying him with the clean towel as
she went. She finished and picked up the bundle of towels and bags to
take to the laundry, blowing him a kiss as she left the room. She'd
dress him later, she decided. She had something perfect already picked
out for him in the laundry room. Maybe later tonight she'd take him with
her to Wal-Mart and get him some new underwear. There was only one pair
in the laundry that would fit him now and she wanted him to have a
complete wardrobe.
Later that evening she went up to the bedroom with John's new
nightclothes and underwear draped over her arm. She dressed him easily
and picked him up in her arms to take him downstairs for dinner. She had
prepared a large vegetarian meal of steamed broccoli and cauliflower for
them. It was too bad John hated vegetables, she grinned. He wouldn't
have much choice but eat what she put before him from now on, she
thought to herself. It wasn't like he could jump in his car and get a
burger from McDonalds, he was too short to reach the petals on his car.
Margaret decided that she would keep his car for a spare in case
anything happened to hers. Bethany would be needing a car in a couple of
years and she could give it to her then. She didn't expect John would be
driving again for quite a few years.
On the way out she stopped in the bathroom and showed John his new
outfit. He was dressed in one of Bethany's old nighties from her early
childhood. He gazed sleepily at the imaged reflected back at him in the
mirror. The medium length adult hair style was shoulder length on his
diminished head. He looked like a little girl! John stared in horror as
Margaret flipped up the front of the nightie to expose the girl's
panties beneath. His body had become too young to display many sex
differences and the ruffles and lace of the nightie encasing the soft
rounded limbs of the six year old physique made his body appear petite
and feminine. He whimpered when Margaret pulled the front of the panties
down to show him his denuded infantine genitals. Margaret had done it to
him this time. He'd not even be able to go to work to escape his
punishment. He was trapped. John wept as Margaret carried him down the
stairs to give him his dinner. Margaret sat him on a chair in the dining
room and went into the kitchen to prepare a plate for him. John plucked
at the fabric of the nightie in askance as he waited. "What am I going
to do?", he thought. "How am I going to explain this to my boss? I guess
I can get Margaret to drive me to work, but this is going to be terribly
embarrassing! What are Patti and Lisa going to say when they see me like
this?"
Margaret entered the room with two heaping plates of vegetables in her
hand and set one before him. John gulped when he saw what she had
brought. Broccoli! She knew what broccoli did to him! He'd spend half
the night in the bathroom if he ate this! Broccoli did terrible things
to his stomach. He'd start producing gas until he bloated in pain. What
was she trying to do?
Margaret sat down at the table opposite him and said, "Dig in John! I've
decided that you haven't been getting enough vegetables in your diet.
From now on, you're going to get vegetables w