TIME AND TIME AGAIN
Carl could not believe what was happening to him, it was a nightmare, a twisted nightmare at that. The black van oddly pulled up outside of Carl’s apartment. Carl had been gagged and shoved into the back of the van, his hands were behind his back with the handcuffs on and the door to the back of the van opened. The seductive looking Judge Jenny got into the back and the van door closed behind her, she removed the gag, but left the handcuffs around Carl’s wrists. Suddenly the older woman before Carl transformed into an 18 year old girl.
“What are you?” Gasped Carl in utter shock. “I thought that was obvious by now you silly Sissy. I’m not human.”
“My real name does not translate into your Earth human tongue. I am from a long line of an all female alien race that have a great need. We all need Sissy Boys just like you, oh true born girls are nice enough, but Sissy boys are just that bit more nicer, not all boys are meant to be Sissies, which is a real shame, as the world would be a better place.”
Remarked ‘The Mistress.’ Carl was more shocked than ever. “Sadly some boys will remain simply as that, just boys no mater how much we may try to change them, they just remain the same way. We are all Mistresses you see, not just me. There is a whole lot of us on your world which has an abundance of Sissy Boys that are just right to become Pets.” ‘The Mistress.’ paused for a moment. “I promise you that the sooner you accept what you truly are, the happier you shall be Carl Slater. I will love you, care for you and treat you the way all Sissies want to be treated. Pampered like a Princess. I will make sure that you will have the most prettiest of clothes and you will also be happy being my Pet Baby Girl too.” Said ‘The Mistress.’
“I do not want to be a baby girl you freaking Alien B**** just please let me go, I promise you I will change my ways.” Shouted Carl in anger.
“I shall not let you go, not after that insult.” Remarked ‘The Mistress.’ very crossly and angrily too. Carl began to cry. “I’m sorry, truly I am, please, please let me go I swear it on my life I will change and be a better boy.” Pleaded Carl.
“I know you better than you know your self Carl Slater, you want a chance to prove your self, so be it.” Remarked ‘The Mistress.’ in a sinister, yet mysterious tone, but before Carl could say or do anything, he vanished, there was a flash of light before him and Carl soon found himself back in his own apartment.
Suddenly, Carl awoke in his bed, it had blue sheets, everything was as it aught to be. But Carl was not aware that he was right back to where it all started. It was a Saturday morning that was like every other morning the post landed with a heavy thud to the floor, like every other day and Carl took a shower and two cups of milky coffee, like he always did, just like every other day. This day was no different than the last one, but Carl saw the envelope that was a rent reminder, he had ignored several other envelopes like this one, had thrown them all away in the pathetic belief that he could and would pay off his rent twice over, easy.
Carl however wondered just how much over due he was, still confident he could pay back twice as much, what ever he was behind by. He opened the envelope and took out the rent reminder, but with it, there was an eviction notice. “What? How much? Now way, darn. I am going to have to snatch a handbag belonging to a rich wealthy lady if I am to pay any of this off, with of course still enough money left over to spend on my self.” Remarked Carl, confident he could do it.
It was more difficult to snatch a handbag from a rich wealthy woman, as they usually had body guards or guard dogs, as so did the rich teen-aged Daddy’s girl types. He would obviously need a very good distraction, if he was to pull it off and snatch a handbag from any rich girl or lady. Just then there was a knock on Carl’s front door. He was startled as he did not get many callers, he went to open the front door “Jimmy.” Remarked Carl in utter as astonishment. Jimmy Carson was one of Carl’s few male friends, he had short black hair and cat green eyes which gave Jimmy a very distinctive look. He was clean shaven, unlike Carl with his silly moustache and his goatee beard.
“What brings you here?” Remarked Carl. Jimmy gave him an odd stare. “I came to see if you wanted to come and hang out with me and the rest of the gang.” Carl looked surprised, it was not often he got asked to hang out with his mates, they always usually ended up having fun at some one else’s misfortune. “I would love to man, but I got do what I do best, I got some very serious heavy duty bills I need to clear, so I plan to snatch a posh girl’s handbag.”
“Don’t you think that is wrong to do that Carl?” Suddenly replied Jimmy.
Carl gave Jimmy an odd stare. “Since when what I do for a living became wrong?”
“Me and the gang have changed our ways Carl. Perhaps you should change yours.” Carl looked at Jimmy as though he had just insulted him.
“No F**** way, don’t tell me you and the gang have turned to Christianity or something?”
“Oh no. Something far better than that. You can come with me and find out for your self. We could do with another girl.”
Carl could hardly believe his own ears. “WHAT? You what? Oh my GOD it’s worse you have turned into a complete Pansy. Oh my GOD all of my best mates are all Pansies.” Remarked Carl in utter shock. “Actually. we are called Sissies.” Corrected Jimmy. “I had nearly wanted to turn up in something very pretty, but had decided that would have been too much of a shock for you.” Carl suddenly butt in on Jimmy. “You’re too darn right it would have been a shock, this is a shock. You get out of my place and the heck away from me you Pansy.” Shouted Carl.
“That’s Sissy.” Jimmy suddenly cried. “I damn well shall call you what ever I want to now get out of here. And if you should ever dare grass on me Jimmy. I shall come over to your place and break every damn Pansy bone in you pathetic Pansy body.” Threatened Carl, who would have not done so in his life if Jimmy had been the same tough guy he once knew. Jimmy left but called out as he did so. “Don’t worry me won’t gwass on you, pwomise.” Replied Jimmy in a Baby Sissy pitched voice. Carl shook his head wondering what this world was coming to. No he had no friends at all as he did not hang out with Sissies. He soon left his apartment and went into the city centre.
There was lots and lots of people going to and from banks, ATM’s and to and from the main shopping Mall. There was a good number of rich girls and young ladies to steal from, but now Carl needed one heck of a good diversion and as if on cue, out stepped from the shopping Mall was the best diversion Carl could ever hope to ask for. As a blonde bomb shell emerged wearing a near white see-through short white dress that near revealed her hot red lingerie and upon her left shoulder she carried this very big bright red shiny handbag.
All eyes were upon her as she made her way towards where a yellow taxi was parked, the distraction was perfect. Carl quickly look to see who had the most expensive looking handbag. He saw one, it was gold and sparkly, it looked major expensive. So there was a very good chance that it contained a purse fit to bust with money or credit cards inside as well as other valuable stuff. It was a crying shame that the owner of the handbag was a well rounded woman. An ugly looking one at that, but she had two big black Doberman Dogs with her, they instinctively guarded the area where her handbag was. Even with all of the distraction Carl was going to have a hard time to get the handbag of the well rounded lady.
“Damn those guard dogs, I need some way to distract them too.”
Remarked Carl who’s gaze fell upon that big red shiny handbag. “Sod that, I want to have what ever is in that bag.” Remarked Carl suddenly who could not for some reason resist the need to steal now that big red handbag. It was as though it was calling out to him, begging to be snatched, Carl could no longer resist the urge and he snatched it from the blonde bomb shell. He knocked her over in the process of doing so. Carl ran off. “Hey that boy just snatched my handbag.” Cried out the blonde girl in alarm, Carl managed to hear her cry out, her voice was that of a typical dumb blonde.
Carl smiled, amused that he had stolen from a dumb blonde and he soon reached the alleyway. He stopped only but for a moment to get his breath back, he looked down inside to see what the handbag contained. To his shear shock and dismay, the big red handbag was filed with lots of make up, sexy lingerie and there was a mobile phone, but it was bright pink at that. “Typical, just typical for a dumb blonde to have a mobile phone this colour.” Remarked Carl, but instead of taking the white set of sexy lingerie, for some reason Carl could not resist the hot pink satin set, as he dumbed the bag, stuffed the lingerie down his jeans and held tightly onto the pink cell phone as he ran.
He soon reached his apartment and went right into his bedroom and switched on the cell pone, it required a pass word number to enable to gain access to the phone.
Carl cracked the pass word in seconds, it was no surprise that the pass word was pink. It was not that hard to think like a dumb blonde, Carl looked in the address book, then he accessed the personal settings, but found nothing other than a dairy which had a separate pass word to gain access to it, but this time the pass word was not pink, it was baby.
That was not as obvious at first to Carl, it took all mental effort on his part to go through all the manner of things dumb blondes would think of and he slapped his head when he latched onto the notion that dumb blondes do like babies, love them and would want to put them in pink too, that the other pass word was now obvious, pink and baby to get baby pink. Carl looked on and read in shock the dairy entry. “Diary Of A Mistress. First entry, buy one big red handbag, buy lots of make up and sexy lingerie, then wait for young boy with sandy brown hair, baby blue eyes to come and collect. WHAT?”
Carl could not believe what he had just read. “No way this was a set up.” Carl remarked. Suddenly, just then the phone rang, Carl dropped the cell phone in shock, as the sudden ringing of the mobile phone had startled him, he was near his bed, so it dropped safely onto his bed covers. “Yes, hello.” Replied Carl who did not really know what to say, a sassy seductive female voice suddenly spoke to him. “Hello there my Sissy Pet, I am your Mistress and you shall obey me.”
“Yes Mistress.” Replied Carl obediently sounding nearly like a Sissy Baby Girl. Carl was made to put on the hot pink lingerie that consisted of: 1 pair of panties, 1 lacy bra, 1 pair of pink silk stockings and one pink garter. Carl put them on, only to get the biggest erection of his life.
“That’s a good Sissy Pet, now go to the walk in wardrobe and put on the pink high healed shoes and the satin pink dress.”
“Yes Mistress.” Carl opened the wardrobe doors and stepped into the walk in wardrobe, there in front of him were the 5inch heal shoes and the pink dress hung on a pink glittering clothes hanger. Events happened nearly identical as to before, the only real difference was that Carl had been arrested wearing a hot pink set of lingerie instead of the white set and his friend turning up to give him a chance to change his ways.
But as before, he did not change his ways, defying his mistress, forcing her to set out further punishment. Carl was back in the satin baby blue dress, and had been carted off by a mature looking Mistress. There was a sudden flash and Carl could remember everything that had just happened. “What had just happened?” Gasped Carl in utter shock. “I simply took you back in time.” Remarked ‘The Mistress.’
“We Allurians have the abilities to shape and effect time. You had a chance to change back in your past, though in that time line, you was presented with the opportunity to change your ways.”
‘The Mistress.’ paused for a moment. “But you did not. Since you did not change your ways then I know for a fact that you will not change your ways in the here and now. The only real way for you to change my dear Sissy Baby Pet, is to accept your true nature.” Said ‘The Mistress.’
Just then, ‘The Mistress.’ had a sudden thought. “I Could quite literally take you right down memory lane, when your parents were still alive. Oh they loved you as any parent would love a Son. But they loved baby girls more, fussed over them at every chance they got to hold one in their arms and the times they would take you shopping and take you to all of the baby clothes stores and look at baby girl dresses and pretty Rumba panties.” Carl looked shocked, as he actually could remember everything ‘The Mistress.’ was telling him. “They would then look at you and then at the baby girl clothes in jest, though they did not need to do that to bring out the Sissy in you, they made you feel as though you should be a baby girl, without even realising you was one all along.” Said ‘The Mistress.’
‘The Mistress.’ paused again, as tears began to run down Carl’s cheeks, she took up a lacy handkerchief, only to dry away the tears. “Even when they had stopped doing that, you in secret went to all of those baby clothes shops and would look longingly wanting ever so much to be wearing those frilly and lacy dresses with the Rumba Panties to match.” Said ‘The Mistress. Even more tears ran down Carl’s cheeks he began to cry like he had never cried before. Suddenly. ‘The Mistress.’ wrapped her arms around him, the handcuffs somehow came off all by themselves and Carl hugged her in return.
“Oh my poor, unhappy Sissy Pet Baby Girl, you are remembering now, oh how you tried so hard to hid, bury that part of you as you grew up, which made you rebel against your parents.” There was a sudden flash of memory in Carl’s mind. John was arguing with his wife Sarah over what they should do about Carl’s rebellious streak. “I think sending Carl to Boot Camp is the best thing for him, that will straighten him out once and for all.”
“I know what happens to teen-aged kids that get sent to Boot Camp, most of them come back as cold uncaring nomads. I do not want our son coming back like that.”
“There is an equal chance that he may come back as a respecting kind that does care.”
“To a degree, the Army only encourages emotional detachments, that is what makes them more efficient soldiers.”
“They have to be honey, as they won’t survive in a war, otherwise. And what you suggested is too darn unreasonable.” Carl had heard his parents yelling and arguing at each other, he had been stood there watching them the whole time they had been arguing and shouting at each other, until both Sarah and John suddenly realised Carl had been there, they immediately stopped and looked at him, Carl suddenly ran off.