Mommy Helps (Patreon)

“He's in there, follow me,” Joy Jeong suggested.

Joy was a pretty young woman, approximately 28 with auburn hair and hazel eyes. She didn't have Asian features. Jeong was her married name. The older woman allowed joy to lead her to the indicated room.

Upon opening the door, the older woman saw a man. He was sitting on the floor with his legs folded under him. The man was wearing a light purple frill cotton dress. It had appliques of animals wearing tutus near the bottom hem of the skirt. The neck was round, and the sleeves weren't anything more than ruffles. He wore it with a pair of white transparent tights, a matching headband, and a dancing unicorn bracelet. His white quilted strap sandal shoes had been removed and stood unattended where he had dropped them. Sprinkled on the floor, were several toys: including stuffed animals, puzzle pieces, play dishware, and coloring books with crayons. All were scattered as if they had been played with and then abandoned.

The man, who had been playing with the puzzle, eyes lit up when he saw who had entered. He grabbed a stuffed unicorn and ran toward the older lady.

“MOMMY!” he screamed as he threw his hands around her.

Mommy didn't say anything but returned the hug.

“Mommy, you have to help me. Look what she did to me. I don't like it!” the man spoke very quickly but insistently.

“What happened?”

“She made me like this. I can't help it. I have to play with toys and dress like this. I tried and tried, but I can't do what I should be doing.” The man remembered being a man. He knew how he was and wanted to get back that way. But despite that, he acted like a little girl. That is his natural way of behaving. He knew he shouldn't enjoy playing with the puzzle or any of the toys, but they looked so inviting to him. He didn't want to wear the dress he was wearing, but it felt comfortable on him...except the shoes of course. Although he did think the shoes looked pretty.

“I'm sorry, honey. I'll talk to her. Mommy will make everything better! I promise.” Mommy reassured him.

“YAY!!! You're the best Mommy!”

“You wait here. I'll talk to Joy. Mommy will make everything all better.”

“Can't I come with you?”

“No, Mommy has to talk to her alone. You play now.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Bobby (the man) returned to playing. He had lost interest in the puzzle. He had put the simple puzzle together and taken it apart several times already. He instead found another stuffed animal and played with it, and his unicorn, of course.

When Mommy returned with Joy, Bobbie was just as happy to see her as before, but his attitude changed. He didn't remember being a man anymore. He was now mentally and emotionally in all respects a little girl.

“Come, Bobbie, we have to go. Put on your shoes.”

Bobbie gave Mommy a look. Mommy gave Bobbie a sterner look. No words were spoken. Bobbie found his shoes, sat on the floor, and put them on. His skirt fell open. Mommy and Joy could see Bobbie's panties under her tights. Bobbie wasn't concerned that she exposed herself.

“Take Mommy's hand.”

Bobbie grasped Mommy's hand with his left hand and cuddled his unicorn with his right. Bobbie stood dutifully by his mommy's side. Mommy talked to Joy without regard that Bobbie could hear her. Bobbie was a little child; her concerns took second place to adult conversations.

”I want to thank you, Dr. Jeong. Bobbie seems very happy.”

“No problem. I'm glad I could help.”

“Bobbie will never grow up?”

“Isn't Bobbie big enough already?” The women laughed at the joke. Bobbie was indeed taller and stronger than both women.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, Bobbie will always be as you see her. She will always be this sweet and lovely.”

The women continued their conversation. Bobbie was happy that the grown-ups were talking about her. She wasn't concerned with what they were saying though. All she knew was that Mommy had helped her. She didn't remember what the problem was, but that didn't matter. Mommies always help their little girls.

“Bobbie, tell Dr. Jeong thank you.”

“Thank you,” Bobbie said dutifully, without any hesitation.

“You're quite welcomed,” Joy told Bobbie with a smile.

“We have to be going,” Mommy announced. But before the pair left, Mommy asked Bobbie, “Do you have to go potty?”

“No, Mommy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let's go. Bye, Dr. Jeong.”

Bobbie parroted what her mother said, “Bye, Dr. Jeong.”

End.