This choice: Act like a little girl, pretty please • Go Back...Chapter #6"Act like a little girl, pretty please" by: Unknown   Heidi’s grin widened as she watched you struggle with the reality of your situation. The pink dress, the pigtails, the Mary Jane flats—it was all too much. You were furious, but the more you tried to resist, the more you felt the strange pull of the hypnosis taking hold of your mind. Your sister twirled the pink teddy bear in her hands, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“You know what, Mark?” Heidi said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You’re being way too grumpy. I think you need to lighten up a little. Act like a little girl… pretty please?”
The moment those words left her lips, your body stiffened. Your anger, your confusion, your resistance—it all melted away in an instant. Against your will, your posture shifted. Your hands flew to your hips, and your lower lip jutted out in a pout. Your voice, once deep and commanding, now came out in a high-pitched whine.
“Heidi! This isn’t fair!” you squealed, stomping your foot on the ground. The sound of your Mary Jane flats clacking against the floor only added to the absurdity of the situation. “I don’t wanna wear this dumb dress! It’s all frilly and stupid! And my hair! Ugh! I look like a baby!”
Heidi burst into laughter, clutching her sides as she watched you throw a full-blown tantrum. You were still mad—furious, even—but the way you expressed it was completely different. Your arms flailed dramatically, and your face scrunched up in the most exaggerated pout imaginable. It was like watching a toddler who had just been told they couldn’t have candy.
“Oh my gosh, Mark,” Heidi said between giggles. “You’re even better at this than I thought! Look at you! You’re such a cute little girl!”
“I am NOT cute!” you shouted, your voice cracking in the most undignified way. “I’m a guy! A guy! And I’m not little! I’m eighteen! Ugh, Heidi, you’re the worst!”
You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from her, but the effect was ruined by the way your pigtails bounced with the motion. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. This wasn’t you. This couldn’t be you. And yet, here you were, acting like a spoiled little girl throwing a fit.
Heidi, still grinning, walked over to you and patted your head condescendingly. “Aww, does wittle Marky need a tissue? Are you gonna cry?”
“Stop it!” you whined, swatting her hand away. “I’m not gonna cry! I’m just… I’m just really mad at you! You’re so mean!”
Heidi’s laughter echoed through the room as she stepped back, clearly enjoying every second of your humiliation. “Oh, Mark, this is just the beginning. You have no idea how much fun we’re going to have with this.”
You glared at her, but the effect was lost thanks to the way your lower lip trembled. You wanted to scream, to yell, to do something—anything—to regain control. But the more you tried to fight it, the more the hypnosis seemed to tighten its grip. You were trapped, and Heidi knew it.
“Now,” Heidi said, her tone shifting to one of mock seriousness, “how about we go show Mom and Dad your new look? I’m sure they’ll just love it.”
Your eyes widened in horror. “No! Heidi, you can’t! They’ll freak out! Please, don’t make me do this!”
Heidi tilted her head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe if you ask me really nicely… like a good little girl.”
You clenched your fists, your face burning with humiliation. But you knew you didn’t have a choice. The words came out in a high-pitched, pleading whine. “Pwease, Heidi? Pwease don’t make me go out there? I’ll be good, I pwomise!”
Heidi’s grin turned wicked.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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