by Samantha
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Sydney Johnston sat opened mouthed in front of the mirror. He stared purposely at himself, trying not to let his gaze wander to what framed his features. It was his own fault, he had allowed himself to be dominated by his wife for years, not standing up for himself as she slowly stripped him of his manhood. At first it was small things, she would belittle him, choose his clothes, but it soon escalated as the years of their marriage fell away. Soon he was no longer allowed to play golf, go to the pub, even drive the car. Any independence within marriage had evaporated, many of his 'chosen' friends had deserted him and he began to feel trapped. Yet he loved his wife Jill, idolised, worshipped her and of course obeyed her. 
The turning point, the line that was crossed was a simple question and an off handed answer. They were having dinner which she had prepared because she didn't trust him in her kitchen and he had been picking at it for five minutes. It wasn't that he didn't like it but his mind was wandering. She motioned him to eat and for some unknown reason, he huffed."Do not huff at me Sydney." She barked. "I didn't". Came the meek reply. "I clearly heard you huff, do not try and deny it. Sometimes I think I have a child rather than a husband. Is that it? Are you a big child Sydney? Do you want me to treat you as such?" It would have been sensible to apologise and continue eating, but Sydney didn't, for some reason he said something he would live to regret. "I think I would be better off if I was a bloody child". Each word bounced back through his ear drums and clung bitterly in his subconscious. The expression on his wifes face changed. The frown was still prominent, but underneath it he could see something else, a spark of an idea. "Really? How interesting". She said. Sydney began eating his dinner in earnest ignoring his wife's eyes that seemed to be boring into his skull. The days drifted by and Sydney began to forget his little outburst, but that was his second mistake as it gave him a false sense of security. Unbeknownst to him a plan had begun to develop in Jill's mind that would change him forever. It was a warmish day when Sydney awoke. Jill had been up a while and he stretched out in the large double bed, pondering whether to have some more sleep. From downstairs he could smell breakfast cooking so with a concerted effort he hauled himself out of bed. Walking down the stairs, his dark blue dressing gown covering his starch soaked pyjamas he wondered what the day had in store. It was Saturday and the start of a week long holiday, yet it would be a week determined by Jill and of course he would go along with whatever she had planned. He entered the kitchen and saw Jill buttering some toast. "Good morning dear," she said, "I am happy you have got up, I didn't want to have to call you." "Morning Jill, I didn't realize it was so late." "Well it is Saturday, I couldn't begrudge you a little lie in." Sydney sat down and was presented with his toast. "Don't make a mess of this." Hissed Jill. "I won't." Came the reply. Being told not to make a mess made Sydney quite fearful, he didn't really know why other than he didn't want to dis-please Jill, but now he had to watch every bite, trying to stop each escaping crumb from falling anywhere but his plate. With breakfast completed without incident he looked to Jill. Should he shower now or wait for her to tell him of the days activities? The decision was taken from him. "Sydney we need to talk." 
Talk? A million things went through his head, was she going to leave him? Throw him out? Why was he so insecure?"Ok dear". He said. "I thought long and hard about what you said over dinner a few days ago, very long and hard." "I see. I didn't mean to...". Jill cut him off. "I believe I have been a bit too hard on you these past years." Sydney nearly choked on his last sip of tea. She continued. "You have always been such a weak willed man, a quality if you could call it such that I looked for. I never wanted a man in my life who would dictate a marriage. I wanted someone who would respect me and allow me to be the dominant partner. In you I had the perfect submissive male, yet in some ways I have begun to resent just how pathetic you have become." Sydney was lost for words. What she said cut into him yet rang true. "Your little outburst however, rather than showing me you had any sort of backbone made it clear you have never been a man at all. It is quite clear I married a big child." "But Jill, I didn't mean what I said." "Oh I think you did. Besides, looking back on things before that I should have really noticed." She said. "Noticed what?" "Your distinct lack of maturity, I mean look at you, look really hard at yourself. Our sex life has always been a joke: I put up with your feeble efforts but a woman cannot survive on what you have to offer. I don't think many women would let a man with such a small appendage into their beds." Sydney felt his cheeks redden. "Cannot survive?" he said. "Oh be real Sydney, you have never satisfied me, so naturally I sought satisfaction elsewhere." A feeling of anger began to form in the pit of his stomach, he looked at her and as quickly as it formed it vanished. How could he be angry? She was right and despite the betrayal he could not bear to be without her. "You see dear, you cannot even muster a response. But that was to be expected. Life however will be very different from now on." "How?" "I understand now I have never had a husband, but instead something I have long wanted but you could not give me." A puzzled expression grew on Sydney's face. "You said to me you thought you would be better off if you were a child, well I agree and that is what you will be from now on." "What? How? I don't understand." "Of course you don't, you are only a child." "Please don't keep saying that. I am not a child, it was a stupid thing to say." "Regardless of that, you WILL be a child." "Please....". He began. "Hush now, let me explain what is going to happen." Sydney sat there his head buzzing, his mind reeling. What was happening here, was he dreaming? "I am a bit too old for a baby, I don't want to be bottle feeding or changing dirty nappies, so I have chosen the age of six for you. Yes, that is a nice sweet age, don't you agree?" "I er don't know." "You will do. Now do not worry about work I have taken care of that, I have cashed in your pension and your savings and I can work from home, so no more workies for you, isn't that kind of me?" "I er guess." "Well say thank you," shouted Jill. 
"Thank you," came the timid reply."Oh and the best thing of all, you are going to be a girl! Boys are so dirty and messy but girls are sweet and clean, so a girl you will be." Tick, tock, tick, tock..... It hit him. She was sitting there telling him he was going to be a six year old girl!! It must be a dream, a bad, horrid nightmare. If not then he would just simply say no. Wouldn't he? "Well? Are you not thrilled?" Sydney gulped. "Jill I love you but I cannot be a six year old girl. What about our friends? What will people think? I'm a grown man." "Firstly you are anything but a grown man, secondly you WILL be a six year old girl and thirdly our friends will find you adorable. As for what people think, well they will think you are nothing but a big sissy and they would be right wouldn't they." "But Jill, I don't know how to be a six year old girl, I can't be a little girl it would be too humiliating." "Humiliating? Let me tell you about humiliation. How about everyone knowing just what a pathetic excuse for a man you are and laughing behind my back, at least this way it will make sense to people and I will have the little girl I have always wanted." Jill saw his facial response and a tear had crept slowly from his eye. "Oh Sydney, I'm sorry for being harsh, I promise you will be happy and I think deep down you know this is the right thing for you. I know it will take time for you to adjust to being a little girl but you will." If he was going to walk out he would have done so by now and he knew that nothing he said would prevent what she had in store. He couldn't survive without her. He tried to imagine being dressed as a little girl and it made him feel sick but not as much as being alone would have. "Ok." he whispered. "That wasn't hard was it sweetie?" And so Sydney Johnston sat opened mouthed in front of the mirror, his face was pale as it always was, his features softer in appearance but still his. Now he let his eyes wander to the two ribbon infested braids that adorned his head. He cursed his long hair, he cursed how easily Jill had sculptured bangs at the front and with consummate ease had created his braids. His braids? He shuddered. The ribbons were almost grotesque in their pinkness and he was supposed to love pink now he was becoming a little girl. Jill stood behind beaming, holding a dress, a big, little girl dress. How did she find such a thing, but actually he cared little because he knew once it was on him, he would never be in men's clothes again but instead would always be known as the town sissy. "Ready Celia?" Said Jill. Who was Celia. Oh of course it was him. "Yes". He replied. "Yes what?" "Yes Mummy." THE END
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