“I know you’re not too happy about celebrating your birthday this year, but traditions are important. So our tradition will continue with a few minor changes. Your hair will be done, your nails will be polished, you will have perfume on and you will be wearing your new dress. And one more thing, don’t forget you live with me and you’ll continue to live with me. So, if you don’t want your friends to find out about your cute little panties you better do exactly what I say. Do I make myself clear, honey? And you can start right this second with your little brother, so you’d better play along or else. From now on I expect you to be mommy’s perfect little girl and Mike’s sister. We wouldn’t want all your friends to see those pictures of you, would we?”
By now we were back at the ball field to pick up Mike. I was sick to my stomach just thinking about the rest of tonight and tomorrow. Mike, oblivious to my feelings, jumped in the car, shouting they won the game and he hit a home run. Mom was all excited for him telling him that was great and she was sure dad would love hearing about it tomorrow at dinner.
“What! Dad’s coming to dinner tomorrow?” I asked.
“Oops, ruined the surprise didn’t I? Yes dear, he said he was going to be in town and asked if he could join us for your birthday.” she answered. “I haven’t told him about your current situation, so Mr. Macho is in for a surprise too.”
“But Mom. Dad won’t like this one bit.”
She interrupted, “He’ll have a say in how I raise you as soon as he pays me the three years of back child support he owes. Until then I’m the boss. Neither you nor your father has a say in this matter.” She then gave me a warning look.
Because of that look I just shut up. Mom made it even worse when she told me to tell Mike about all the cute things I bought at the mall. So for the remainder of the ride home I was telling my stupid little brother about my dresses, pants and shorts that I bought. Mom also had to tell him about my baby doll nightie that I would be wearing tonight. Mike cracked up when he heard that one.
When we returned home, mom told Mike to go upstairs to change and wash up for dinner. When I asked if I could change mom said there was no need for me to change since I looked so cute. Besides, girls like to help cook dinner. After dinner, I had to help her clean up and do the dishes while Mike was allowed to go watch television. As soon as we finished, mom took me upstairs to have me try on the two dresses with the white pantyhose and my new shoes. She wanted to see how it all looked together. As she walked past Mike she said to me in a loud voice that she didn’t know why I was in such a hurry to try everything on again, especially my new nightgown. After I tried everything on again, Mom decided the pink and white dress would be best for dinner. She then ironed it and hung it in my closet. She told me to take a bath and put on my new nightgown and then join her downstairs to watch TV.
Mike totally cracked up when I walked into the den wearing that stupid baby doll nightie. He teased me quite a bit but I just sat there quietly and watched television. I knew I would be the one punished if I said anything so I just endured his stupid comments. However, I didn’t sleep very well that night knowing what shame and embarrassment tomorrow would bring.
