"I know Agnes. Dr. Francis keeps saying that she'll grow out of it, but I haven't seen any progress."

"Well I can't stand to see her keep this up. She'll end up going to college, never having even held a boy's hand! She'll end up old and alone, or turn into a dyke or something."

"Now dear, you're being a little dramatic, aren't you?"

"Look George, just look at her when she comes home tonight! Her body is changing, but she isn't! I'm going to give her the DVD."

"Honey, we've been over this. First of all, we don't know that it will even work. Subliminal programming? An addictive video that makes you want to watch it again and again? Even if it does work, I'm not sure if its *right* to do that to her."

They started arguing, and I was surprised to find that my mother was the one in the family who had the most power, when it came down to it. She threatened dad that if he didn't go along with it, she'd cut him off. No sex. And he caved in, just like that!

I had never realized that women could hold power over men like that, because of sex. I had always seen being a sexy woman as a drawback. If I ever got married one day...

No! Why would I do that? I wasn't even interested in boys. I was starting to sound like my mom. Yuck!

* * *

That night, when I came in the house, my mom was mad at how dirty I was.

"Go take a bath right this minute young lady. You're all dirty! Look at you! What were you doing out there?"

"I'm going fishing with Joe tomorrow, so I was digging up worms."

"Ew!!" she said.

"What's wrong with worms?"

"How can you touch them?"

I just shook my head. I didn't get her at all.

When I was done with the bath, mom came into my room, and handed me a giftwrapped box. I had heard her mention the DVD when she had argued with dad, so I figured that's what this was. I tore off the wrappings. She shook *her* head.

"You should take it off carefully. You could have saved the ribbon!" she scolded.

"For what?" I said. "Its just a dumb ribbon."

She looked up to the ceiling, and muttered under her breath.

The present was a 3 DVD set on the history of baseball. It looked legitimate, with a former NL all-star as the narrator. The reviews on the back boasted "you'll want to watch it again and again!"

If it was like mom and dad had described, with a subliminal message to make it addicting to watch, then I'm sure it would be.

I pretended to act surprised, and thankful.

"I can't wait to watch it!" I lied.

"Let me know how it is" said mom. Yeah, like she would even know or care anything about a ball game.

"I have to get to bed, because I'm going fishing in the morning. But I'll watch it tomorrow" I said.

This made her smile broadly. She thought she had me now. She kissed me good night, then went downstairs to watch TV with dad.

As I was getting ready to turn in, Matt came by.

"What ya get?" he asked.

"A baseball DVD" I said.

"Can I watch?"

I thought for a moment. If it was a real video, then I would really want to see it. But if it did what dad had said, then I wanted no part of it. So why not test it out on a lab rat first?

"Sure!" I said. "But promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Do not tell mom and dad that you've seen it. If they find out that *you* are watching the special video they bought for me, they'll be very very very mad."

"I promise!"

He made a gesture of zipping his lips.

"I'll beat the crap out of you if you tell" I said.

He grabbed it and ran off to his room to start watching. I needed to be up early, so I turned off the light, jumped into bed, and went right to sleep, unconcerned about what I had just done.

* * *

The fishing trip was fun, but I didn't catch anything too good. Joe got a couple of good ones though, so I helped him clean and gut the fish.

After I got home, I found Matt in the basement reading a book.

"Hey" I said.

"Hey" he replied.

"How was the video?"

"Really good. I watched all the disks last night, and I watched the first one again today."

"Oh yeah?" I said. So they must really be 'addicting'. Matt has a short attention span.

"Yeah" he replied, going back to the book.

I took a peek at what he was reading before I left. It was the book by Judy Bloom that my mom had always tried to get me to read. Interesting. Matt reading a girl's book.

It was at once scary and exciting. The thought that a person could be manipulated like that. For the next few days, I tried my best to duck mom and dad for a while so they wouldn't bug me about the DVDs. And I let Matt keep watching them. He said he had seen it at least a dozen times, and never got tired of it.

I knew that that DVDs had really worked, when one day I came home earlier than normal. It had started to rain, so the ballgame broke up. We all had lots of homework, so we headed home. I walked into the house, then upstairs to my room.

My door was shut, which was strange. I opened it, and stepped in. I was shocked! There was Matt. He had one of my bras on, stuffed with something to make it look full. And he was trying to put on my one and only dress, but he was having trouble.

"Here, let me help you" I said.

He went pale, and looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Let me show you how to do it" I said, gently.

"You're not mad?" he said in a softer voice than he normally used.

"Of course not! Now look. Here's how you do it."

I showed him what he needed to do. He looked very silly like that, wearing a dress and a stuffed bra. But a sudden look of peace and calm crossed his face.

"I feel so much better" he said, in a voice that was a *lot* softer and gentler than his normal voice.

"So, what are you going to do now?" I asked.

"Go watch my DVD. Do you want to join me?"

"No thanks, I have homework."

"I'll bring these back when I'm done" he said.

"I've got lots of bras. And I never wear that dress. You can have them. You want a pair of panties too?"

"Could I?" he said.

"Of course. Pick out a pair, and they're yours."

He walked out wiggling his hips, and I almost had to laugh. I sat down to do my homework.

An hour later, Matt came back.

"Do you have any makeup?" he said.

"Sorry, I don't wear any. But there is some in mom and dad's bathroom."

"Okay" he said, as he set off downstairs. A few minutes later, he returned with a few bottles and tubes and things.

"Help me put this on" he said.

"I'm not quite sure how" I said. "Mom put it on me, but I've never put any on myself."

"I'll figure it out" he said, taking the pile over to the bathroom so he could use the mirror. When he returned in fifteen minutes, he didn't look half bad. *I* wouldn't put makeup on, but he did a credible job. Better than I would have done, I'm sure.

"Thanks sis" he said.

"No problem sis" I replied. He smiled!

About an hour later, the you know what hit the fan. Mom and dad came home from the movie they were watching, and came upstairs to see us.

"How was school today?" asked dad.

"Very good. I got an A in math" I replied.

"How's that video?" asked mom.

"Oh, fine" I said. "But I've got to get this history report done before I go to bed."

"You keep putting things off until the last minute, because you're running around playing sports with your friends!" said mom.

"Agnes, she got an A on her test. I think she's doing just fine."

"Thanks dad" I said. He was a lot more supportive than mom sometimes!

They left me, and went to see Matt. The shriek I heard from mom told me that he had decided not to change back into his own clothes. Dumb kid. And now I was sure that *I'd* get blamed for all this.

After much screaming and yelling back and forth by all three, I eventually go the call.

"Lana, you get in here right now!" said mom, in *the* voice. As in the "if you don't do this, you're grounded for life" voice. I put down my schoolbook, and walked over.

Matt was sitting in the corner, crying. Dad was trying to console him. It was mom who faced me, her face red as she was in a full rage.

"Young lady, tell me how your brother wound up in your dress?"

"Uh, I came home, and he was putting it on."

"And why didn't you stop him?"

I shrugged.

"You know that I never wanted that dress. He can have it if he wants."

"He's a boy! Dresses are for girls. And *you* are a girl."

"Thanks for informing me" I said. "Can I go finish my report now?"

"I'm not through with you yet Lana Marie!"

Uh-oh, middle name time. I was in deeper trouble with her than I had thought.

"Now tell me young miss, how did he end up with your DVD?"

"I've been busy. I haven't had time to watch it. He borrowed it. What harm is there? DVDs don't wear out."

"This is a special DVD. It was just for *you*, not him!"

"Well shoot me for being generous to my brother!" I said.

"Lana, I'm sorry, but this is for your own good" said mom. She pulled me by the arm to my bedroom, and made me sit down in the soft chair. Dad brought a length of rope from the garage, and she actually tied me down to the chair!

"What are you doing?" I said. "You can't tie me up!"

"Shut up! I've had enough of your mouth" said mom. She wrapped something around my head, and stuffed something in my mouth to gag me. I tried to yell, but only a muffled scream came out.

"Get him out of here. We will go to Dr. Francis right away, and see if we can deprogram him. I hope its not too late" she said.

I turned and looked helplessly as dad pulled Matt out of the room.

"Come with me Matt" he said.

"It's not Matt, it's Melissa!" he shrieked as dad pulled him out of there.

"Now young woman, you are going to watch this. And you are not coming out of this room until you *are* a young woman."

She pushed the chair was in up close to the TV. Then she turned on the TV and the DVD, put in Disk 1, and pushed play. She turned up the sound, closed the door, and left me alone, tied up in my room.

I tried to scream, but the TV was louder than I was, and could only listen. I kept my eyes shut tight, so I wouldn't see anything. If they had subliminal images, I hoped they didn't have any way to add subliminal *sounds* too. I tried to hum or make any noise I could, but it was no use. I heard the narration start.

It was very interesting information on baseball, and I wondered how in the world this DVD could possibly do something to a person. But Matt was proof that it did work. And I couldn't let anything like that happen to me.

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