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    Ellis twirled and flicked his legs up in opposite directions, running parallel to the wood flooring, and landed gracefully as his fingertips connected in a halo above his head. When Frank clapped to signal that he could stop, the boy curtsied in the direction of the older man, and awaited his feedback.
    “You were very elegant, and you could easily convince the judges that you’re a girl,” he offered some of his highest praise, “But you’re not nearly as flexible as I ordered you to be.”
    “Thank you, Daddy,” Ellis uttered the expected phrase. Ever since his mother married Frank, “Daddy” as he ordered Ellis to refer to him, his new stepfather had started forcing him to practice ballet, and to wear all pink tights, leotard, and tutu as he did so. Every day, a dance instructor came over for four hours to teach Ellis, with the intention of getting him to complete the current goal Frank had set for him—to stand on the tips of his toes on one foot, while his other leg ran up his back and connected with his shoulder.
    Frank was grooming the boy for competition, but he wasn’t going up against other dancers. From the day Frank moved in, he made his intentions clear: Ellis was going to be his pageant girl. As he worked on perfecting his dance, Ellis was also put on a diet, and each morning, Frank dolled him up with his make-up kit.
    His mother was not the least bit concerned about her son’s new role in life. She was desperately in love, and whatever Frank desired was to be. She didn’t just ignore Ellis’s position, she enforced it, and helped him change out of his boy clothes after school each day so his stepfather would be pleased.
    But right now, Frank was not pleased. Ellis was behind schedule, and he was told to learn the move before this week’s performance. He bit his lip as “Daddy” removed his belt, and he willingly set himself over the large man’s intimidating lap.

    Ellis still hadn’t mastered the move by the time the pageant came. His punishment wasn’t to come until after the show though—Frank wouldn’t have him perform with reddened skin.
    Ellis stood in the living room, turning for his mom and stepdad to admire every angle of his new, bright pink party dress. His red Mary Janes clacked against the wood floor, kept polished and clean for his dance practices, until Frank gave him the order to stop. “Very good. Now show your mother what you’ve got underneath,” Frank told him. Ellis blushed a shade as bright as his dress as he lifted the skirt above his hips, revealing a pair of white bloomers to the two adults.
    “Oh, they fit you so well!” she shouted, covering her mouth. “Frank, you’ve done wonders with Ellis!”
    “That’s ‘Elizabeth’ for today. He needs to keep up the role of our little pageant girl, don’t you, Elizabeth?” Ellis nodded shyly at his stepfather’s query, holding back the tears of having his boy’s name taken from him.
    “Little Elizabeth,” his mother cooed, “Well, that name just fits, doesn’t it?”
    Frank gestured for the boy to approach them, and stroked his neck-length hair. “I got you one last accessory, Elizabeth,” he said, procuring a thin pink headband. He pushed it into Ellis’ hair, leaving a streak of pink on his blonde head. “There’s my little girl.”
    Ellis sniffled but knew not to let his mascara run. “Th-thank you, Daddy.”
    They were shortly ready to leave, and Frank made sure to secure the boy in his glittery pink harness car-seat. He’d been out of booster seats since he was seven, but once Frank moved in he found himself regressed all the way to full harness restraints, holding him snugly in his seat. Frank said that so long as Ellis could fit in car-seats, he’d make sure his little girl was well-protected.
    Frank talked him through the routine as they drove, ensuring Ellis wouldn’t miss any steps onstage. “And stop making that face! I want nothing but smiles from the moment we get there, understand?”
    “Yes Daddy,” Ellis mumbled, hoping the pageant wouldn’t be too long.
    In the parking lot, parents walked girls wearing dresses much like Ellis’ into the theater being used for the pageant. The boy waited for his stepfather to unbuckle him, and then was lifted into the man’s arms. Just as he thought he would fit in with everyone else, he had to be the only one carried inside, like some sort of daddy’s boy—girl, rather.
    He was placed in a seat alongside other contending girls while his parents signed him in. He sat with his knees together, keeping his dress flat over his legs like he’d been taught.
    “Hi, I’m Christine, what’s your name?” Ellis turned to see a blonde-haired girl, and was embarrassed to see just how similar she looked to himself.
    “E-Eli… Elizabeth,” he stuttered, “H-hi.”
    “You can’t be nervous, Elizabeth. The judges don’t award shaky knees,” she said, playfully tickling his leg. “Is this your first pageant?”
    “Yeah,” Ellis said quietly, fiddling with the frills at the hem of his dress, “My stepdad’s making me.”
    Christine smiled at him. “My mom had to make me compete the first time, but after your first go, you’ll be begging your dad to enter you in another!” Ellis was unsure of that, but he didn’t have any time to say so before Christine’s mother came to take her to the dressing room. Soon after, Frank and Ellis’ mother came over too, and he followed after.
    Ellis was given his change of clothes for later, and was left with the other girls to prepare for their entrance. While most of the children sat by the vanities to finish their makeup, he sat alone, his stepdad having already applied the boy’s makeup at home.
    After all the kids were changed and ready, the first routine began. One by one, the children walked on stage, gave their name and talent, twirled or curtsied, and they were off the stage in less than a minute. That’s it? When Ellis was up, he gingerly plodded onstage, and spoke.
    “Hello, my name is Elizabeth Clare, and I will be performing ballet,” he said, putting on a false air of confidence. He twirled, knowing it would fit with his dance act, and his dress flared up around him before he then gave a curtsy, and was off the stage. He could hardly believe himself, going far enough to both twirl and curtsy. But Frank was in the audience, and if it would please him, it was worth the shame.
    He entered the changing room while the line of girls continued along, and was met by Christine in a white leotard and tights.
    “Hey Elizabeth, how did it go?” she cheerfully asked. “You’ve gotta change now? What kinda act are you doing?”
    “Um, ballet,” Ellis answered.
    “No way, me too! I guess that puts us right up against each other. Well, you can get changed now, but don’t worry about taking too long, these things take ages.” Christine skipped away, leaving Ellis to get changed.

    Once all in pink, it was still at least forty minutes before Ellis was back onstage. He carefully, elegantly made his way up the short set of steps, making sure to cross his legs as he walked.
    He began his dance as soon as the music started, and the audience welcomed him with applause. He carefully eyed the onlookers as he twirled onstage, watching to see the first face to recognize him for a boy, but as he danced on he was met only with cheers. From the seats, all that could be seen was a sweet young girl, and even as his legs soared through the air, no sign showed that he could be a boy. He spotted Daddy and his mother in the audience, and they both beamed up at him. He was their little pageant girl.

    “I can’t believe it, Elizabeth. Third place. The top dancing act! And on your first time competing, too!” Daddy congratulated his little girl as they drove home. Ellis’ mother admired the pink award ribbon, and rubbed away her joyous tears.
    “I’m so proud of you, Elizabeth. Franky, you were right to have him do this.” Ellis hung his head. So that was it, he’d done what he was told, and proved to them both that Daddy was right to treat him like a girl.
    He was pleased to arrive home, most of all so he could finally use the bathroom. Despite being accepted in the girl’s restroom, he’d been holding it in since the pageant ended, and now he really needed to release. He rushed inside, but was stopped in his tracks when Frank grabbed his arm.
    “Hold on, sweetie. You know what’s coming.”
    He’d completely forgotten. He couldn’t perform the move Daddy ordered, and he’d been warned this would happen. He followed along as he was pulled to his parents’ room, and suddenly realized—his leotard was damp. His stepfather had surprised him enough to elicit a small accident, and now he could only hope it would stay hidden long enough to dry up.
    Frank removed his belt and sat on the bed, pulling Ellis onto his lap, and tugged down the boy’s leotard and tights, leaving his bottom bare. Ellis’ mother sat beside her husband and stroked her son’s hair, telling him “Just try harder next time, okay?”
    Then the swats came. Hard. Frank’s palm slammed itself against Ellis’ bottom again and again, rapidly reddening the boy’s skin, quickly sending him into a sob. After only a few seconds of the assault, his bladder let out, soaking his stepfather’s jeans and leaving a puddle on the bed beneath him, but was ignored until the punishment had concluded.
    “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” Ellis cried, “I didn’t mean to…”
    Frank stood up silently and retrieved a clean pair of jeans, and walked into the connecting bathroom to change and wash his hands. When he came out, he carried a worse punishment than any spanking.
    “Wait, p-please…”
    “We were saving these for the long drive to next month’s show, but if you can’t behave like a big girl even after placing third in your first pageant, then perhaps you need them at home too.” He picked up his stepson and lay him on a dry portion of bed, placing the purple princess-covered diaper beneath him. Layers of cream were applied and topped off with a large fistful of powder, before the disposable garment was finally sealed. “You can wear this for the rest of the night, and then we’ll see if you can still wear big girl panties.”
    Ellis lay crying and in shock. For the first time since preschool he was actually wearing a diaper, and perhaps even worse, his parents were seemingly no longer recognizing him as a boy. “Daddy, Mom…” Ellis cried, “I can still wear boy clothes, right?”
    His mom looked around. “I don’t know Elizabeth, let’s see what your daddy thinks.” Frank was bending over presently, fetching the leotard he’d stripped off his son.
    “I thought that might’ve just been a one-time thing,” he said, turning the leotard inside out, “But you really wet your panties, Elizabeth? And you didn’t tell anyone?”
    Ellis bawled his eyes out. “I didn’t mean to, honest! I just really had to go, I couldn’t hold it in!”
    “There was a bathroom at the pageant, wasn’t there? If you had to go, why didn’t you?” Ellis only hung his head in reply, too ashamed to answer.
    “Well, there won’t be any boy’s undies for you, and I don’t think you’re quite ready to be a big girl either. I’ll get you some new panties, but you’ll be stuck in diapers twenty-four-seven until they arrive. You can’t buy training panties this large just anywhere.”
    “Twenty-four-seven? But what about school? I can’t have everyone see me in diapers, and they’ll know that they’re for girls!”
    “Look at the bright side Elizabeth, it’s almost like starting over,” Ellis’ mother commented. “First I got to raise a wonderful boy, and now I get to have an even more wonderful baby girl.”
    So that was it. Ellis was a boy to no one but himself. He looked down at his new diapers, wondering how long he’d have to wear them, and how often he’d be put back in them if a long ride was enough to warrant their purchase.
    “Cute, right?” Frank commented. “What do you say?”
    Ellis swallowed, and choked out, “Thank you, Daddy.”