We need to know if we cooked with this one, takes place in an hdg inspired setting we call Re-Pair in which the 7th female President of the United States decides the American people can not take care of themselves and restructures the Internal Revenue Service to remedy this.
cw// abdl, systemic-noncon, forcefem, chastity, mommydom, force-agre
Breathe Vola, you have nothing to worry about. You've done everything she's asked of you, you've been as compliant as possible since the Internal Reparenting System(IRS) deemed you unfit for adulthood: you did not fight back when case workers arrived to retrieve you; you did not object when you were told you were to be a girl from now on, as much as that made you feel… odd; you did your very best to be obedient in a situation that left you every right to feel dejected. Most of all, you've been a very good b- "girl" to the lady that took a shine to you and decided to be your Mommy for the duration of the program… however long that is.
There she is washing the dishes, humming that same little tune she sings you to sleep with. You've rehearsed the conversation you're about to have a thousand times over. You reassure yourself that you have every right to ask this of her, so there's no sense in losing composure now. Breathe Vola, you have nothing to worry about.
She nearly drops the dish she was scrubbing and turns to you in starry-eyed disbelief.
"Oh, little Vola." She says. "You never call me Mommy, good girl!"
Why does that phrase make you squirm? You do your best to stifle the whine that nearly escaped your mouth, and return to script.
"Thank you. May I ask you for… something?"
She pauses and sets the dish back in the sink, taking off her nice cleaning gloves and setting them on the counter. When she turned around to face you her expression was hard to read but almost… coy.
"'Something' is a little broad dear, you're going to have to be more specific." She says.
You suddenly aren't so sure about this. It isn't that your request is unreasonable… at least you don't think it is, it's more that everything is working against you here. She's much taller than you and frankly stunning, and here you stand quivering in the doorway wearing a… don't think about it. Pretend you aren't a fully-… mostly-… okay, relatively functioning adult being forced to wear a... don't think about it, return to script.
"W-Well it's just that… I've been- I feel I've been exceptionaly well behaved a-and-"
"Out with it Vola, what do you need from Mommy?"
You feel so small in this moment, like every second in this atmosphere is making the world around you grow taller and taller. You feel like you can hardly breathe, but you can breathe, Vola. You have nothing to worry about, return to script.
"The cage… may it be removed for a bi-"
"Cage?" She cuts in. "What are you referring to, dear?"
Oh no. Her words startle you into briefly making eye contact and you see it in her expression, she knows exactly what this is about. Breathe. Script.
"The one on my… my… that- that keeps it pointing down… y'know?"
She looks at you in mock confusion for what feels like a century, before switching to equally feigned realization as she chuckles to herself.
"Oh~, that cage." She says. "I nearly forgot about it dear, what about it?"
"I w-was- i-it's been- a month and- and I f-focus very w-well and-"
She walks over to you as you have your nervous fit, pausing to tower over you before taking you by the chin and tilting your face upward to look at her.
Your body goes cold. The despair must've leaked into your face, because she suddenly looks concerned.
"Oh sweetheart," she says, "I had a feeling this day was coming. Darling, do you think it's there for no reason?"
"Please don't do this." You blurt out, with clarity that surprises even you. She pouts, why does her concern for you look so genuine?
"You're still adjusting to your new life, little one." She says. "It's going to take some time, but soon enough you'll forget what relief feels like, and that frustration you feel will just be one part of being the needy little baby you were always meant to be, so I'm going to need you to trust that Mommy knows what she's doing, okay? I'm with you every step of the way."
You fall to your knees, which briefly startles her. You can't breathe. Tears flood your vision.
"N-No no you- you don't underst- you can't- you- you can't do this to-"
"I can." She says. "You couldn't make it as an adult, and that's fine Vola, not everyone can."
She kneels down and lifts you up, a hand gently rubbing your back.
"It's going to take some time, but you will learn to accept that this is what's best for you." She says. "This is a perfectly normal part of being a little girl; Mommy has everything under control."
There never was much will in you, which is why you hid it deep, deep inside under layers upon layers of compliance, masking, doing whatever it took to not fall through the cracks of modern society. What little will there was hidden away, she reached deep into your being and crushed it in her hand. You break.
"Shh, I know, I know." She says, patting your back. "Let it all out; Mommy loves you so much sweetheart, you're being so brave right now."
You do. You sob into her shoulder. The out of body experience you briefly had is over, only the adjustment to your new life waiting to begin once Mommy finally calms you down.
