The Elevator Ninety-Seventh Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted  to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"Margaret, I'm not going."

"Yes, you are."

"I'll look ridiculous.  Enough is enough.  I'm not going."

"Why not?"

"For one thing, I'm not a child."

"Stop acting like a child and I won't treat you as one."

"I'm not a girl either.  I'm a grown man!  You can't make me dance with little girls dressed like this?"

"Oh, I can't?"

"No!" Richard stamped his foot on the ground.

Margaret grabbed Richard's shoulder, spun him around, and gave him three hard swats on his behind.  "You'll do what I say or your get more!"

The swats were very painful to Richard.  Tears formed in his eyes.  "But everyone will see me.  I'll look ridiculous!"

"I don't care.  Next time you won't act so childishly."

"You can't force me.  I won't go on stage.  I won't dance."

"Yes you will and you will dance well.  If you don't you'll do it again.  But next time under your tutu will be a diaper.  Do you want to wear a diaper too?"

"No," Richard answered sheepishly.

"Then you will go out there.  You will dance your heart out, and you won't complain again."

Richard didn't remember what started this whole thing.  But somehow Margaret got the upper hand and he was dressed like a little girl on the way to a dance recital.  He felt totally ridiculous in his leotard and tutu.  

He would have to dance like crazy for this nightmare to end.  It wouldn't though, Margaret would find some little flaw for the dance recital to continue.  After that there would be arts and crafts, and then girl scouts, maybe some gymnastics and then in the fall he would be attending first grade.  It would take a long time before he was a man again...maybe never.

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