Boys Will Be Girls - The Princess Diaries (MF/Fmf)
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2026 9:43 pm
The Wedding Photo
Doris looked across at her two children as they sat on the chairs, they looked back at their grandmother in turn. She was wearing a short and tight grey sleeveless dress with blue diamante pattern on the material, and taupe high heels, a light blue hat pinned to her head.
“So, who wants to be first,” the photographer said as he looked across. Amanda slowly stood up and walked over, the nine year old wearing a pink princess sleeveless dress with white trim and low heeled white shoes.
“What do you want me to do,” she whispered as she stood, running a hand through her long brown hair.
“Stand in front of your grandmother,” the photographer said as he looked at Doris, and she nodded to confirm what he said.
“Gran, are you all right,” Amanda said, Doris nodding as the man took the young girl’s hands behind her back, and she felt the soft material as her wrist were held tightly together. The man took the ribbon around and between her wrists, before tying the ends off in a bow and smiling.
“Well done, now stand next to your grandmother.”
Doris watched Amanda as she walked beside her and then placed her lips on her head as the man knelt behind her and tied a second length of the pink ribbon around the young girl’s ankles ot hold them together. He then took a third length of ribbon and said, “open wide – then you will be just like your grandmother.”
Amanda looked at Doris, the grey ribbon pulling the corners of her mouth back as it was tied between her lips and around her head and then allowed the photographer to do the same thing for her. She smiled as the ends were secured at the base of her neck, before the photographer said, “your turn,” looking across the room.
Boby slowly stood up and walked over, the red and white fascinator pinned on his light brown hair. The eight year old was wearing a red dress with a yoke neckline, held up by thin shoulder straps, and a flowing taffeta skirt, as well as red shoes. He looked at his grandmother and sister, both of them smiling and nodding as the photographer took his hands behind his back and used a red silk ribbon to hold his thin wrists together. He could see his grandmother’s hands were behind her back as she sat on the seat, and the thin blue ribbon holding her ankles together as well.
“bhhbherhf,” she mumbled as the photographer secured his ankles together with another red ribbon, before gagging him with a third length, the children standing either side as he started to take photographs of all three of them, Amanda and Bobby twisting round and looking at Doris as they did so.
“There,” he said with a smile, “my partner will bring your mother, the bride in soon and she can have some photographs taken as well – before we all go for a little unplanned trip…”
Party Games
“I will be ready in a few minutes, mother,” Charlie said as they looked in the full length mirror of their room, smiling as they turned from side to side. The dress was made from ivory silk, sleeveless with a round neck, and a sash tied round the waist designed to match the collar. The silk had a floral pattern, the skirt coming to the floor and covering their satin slippers. A white gold link necklace was round their neck, and silver drop earrings hung from the lobes of their ears. Their red brown hair was cut short and styled.
“Perfect,” they said to themselves - and then they saw the black clad figure behind them, before a leather gloved hand was pressed firmly down over their mouth.
“Don’t make a sound, or try to escape, princess,” a male voice said, “do exactly what I tell you. Nod if you understand.”
Charlie slowly nodded, wondering why he was feeling so excited before the voice said “good – open your mouth.” Charlie slowly opened his mouth before as the gloved hand was taken away – and a second gloved hand pushed a knot tied in the centre of a white scarf between their lips, the band pressing in on their cheeks as it was tied round their head.
!Good – slowly, put your hands behind your back.”
As Charlie complied, the gloved hands took hold of their wrists and crossed them behind their back, before they felt the rope being tied tightly round them. They stared at the window, looking at the way their rouged lips were around the knot, and almost smiled before they grunted, as the ropes were tied round their upper body to secure their arms ot their sides.
“whtsshgnhnhn? Whrasmsmhmhffhr?”
“No more questions,” the man said as he tied the ropes off behind Charlie’s back. Charlie twisted from side to side before she was turned round, and they caught a glimpse of a stocking covered face before they were hoisted over the intruder’s shoulder. They kicked their legs up and down, playing the damsel as they were carried to their mother’s bedroom.
“Chrrllhhh! NNNHHHH!”
Charlie was dropped on the bed and turned their head to look at their mother. She was wearing a peach colored strapless dress, the bodice studded with diamante, the skirt flowing down to her sandal covered feet, the bands of rope holding her bare arms against her sides as they framed her chest and pressed on her breasts, the top of the dress barely staying in place. She also had a band of rope tied round her legs, above and below her knees, holding the skirt round them, and a final length round her ankles.
She twisted round as the man grabbed more of the ropes from the side and bound Charlie’s ankles tightly together then started to pass the rope round the skirt of their dress above and below her knees. For their part, Charlie looked at their mother, seeing the material at the corners of her mouth turning darker, and felt the knot soaking up the saliva in their own mouth.
“Huuhhlrhtht?”
“Hfhnkkshmhfhr, bhtthhtfhlslsshshthsh.”
She looked at Charlie, then smiled over her gag as she said “htthshxhsshhn, hsnnhtht?”
Charlie nodded as the ropes were tied off, the two men continued ot search the room. Looking at their mother, they saw her smile and twist round, and they started to do the same.
For their part, she looked at her son, so proud of how he was coping with being bound and gagged, so proud that he was comfortable in himself, and so proud he was discovering this could be fun and not scary…
En Pointe
As the music rose to the crescendo of the closing movements, Felicity danced across the floor, her body turning as she leapt and then landed on her toes, spinning round then falling to the ground as the music stopped. She held the position for a moment before the audience rose in applause, and she stood up, taking the hand of her partner as they both bowed. She was wearing a dress with a flesh coloured upper chest, then a pale blue body cut to look like a corset, and a darker blue lace skirt that flowed out. her legs were in white tights, a pair of white silk ballet slippers laced on, while her blonde hair was arranged into a braided band with a white rose pinned ot the band.
She smiled and curtseyed again and then ran off to the side of the stage, the other dancers clapping and cheering as she made her way to the dressing room. Her son Francis was waiting there for her, having watched from the side of the stage, and once they were changed they would go and have a late meal before heading home.
As she opened the dressing room door, she said “Give em enough time to get changed, Francis, and then we can…” As she closed the door and turned, her eyes widened as ethe man standing by her son said, “not a word, Felicity – Francis does not want to get hurt.”
She looked at her son as he shook his head. Francis was wearing a similar costume to his mother – the colour of the dress was a lighter blue, and the white rose was pinned to his short blonde hair, but otherwise eh was a prima ballerina as well – but he could not say anything, as she looked at the strip of white tape that covered his mouth.
“What is it you want,” she said as she looked at the man – a man dressed for the opera, in the black jacket and pants the white shirt and black bow tie, the black waistcoat, the highly polished shoes, the top hat – and the black eye mask covering his eyes.
“You – and your son can come as well,” he said as he held up a roll of white tape in his glove dhand. “Turn round, be quiet, and put your hands behind your back.” She looked at Francis, and then turned, holding her hands together behind her back as she heard the peeling sound, and then the pull on the skin of her wrists as they were taped together.
Francis watched and tried to move his own wrists – but they were taped tightly together behind his own back, a band of the tape holding his upper arms against his sides, his ankles together and his legs below his knees. The man taped his mother’s arms ot her sides, and as she turned round she saw the way her chest had been forced out.
“So, what is this- a robbery, or something else?”
“Something else – put those red lips together for me please.”
As the tape was smoothed down over her mouth, she almost saw Francis smile under the tape, before the man turned and put the young boy over his shoulder.
“Walk in front of me,” he said as he opened the door, “keep it natural. No need ot raise the alarm, is there?”
“Nhhnhhdd,” Felicity said as she walked slowly out of the door, wondering why nobody was in the way as he carried Francis down the corridor and opened the door for her to go into the alleyway. There was a large SUV parked outside, and as Felicity watched the man pressed on a fob, the rear of the SUV opening up as he forced her to walk round.
As she stood there, the man put Francis into the back, and then picked Felicity up, putting her in before he used the tape to secure her ankles and legs as well. She looked at her son, and she smile dunder the tape as well as the man removed his top hat, and the eye mask.
“Comfortable?”
“Yhssdhdhd,” Francis said as he saw his father smile at both of them.
“Good – let’s get you home,” he said as he closed the door of the car, and walked round to take his place at the wheel…
Floral Dance
“Ah – good afternoon young man.”
James did not recognize the voice as he slowly turned round, staring at the young women who was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a grey roll neck sweater, pants and short boots, as well as grey gloves – and a grey balaclava over her head.
“Who… Who are you?”
“Me,” the woman said as she closed the door, “oh just someone who is keen to make sure you come and join the rest of your family, so that my partner and I can be about our business.”
“What business?”
“Stealing your family valuables,” the woman said as she pointed a gun at James, “and may I say that colour suits you? So, first, tell em where your mobile phone is?”
“I don’t have one…”
“Yes, you do – your mother told me, James, so where is it?” The thirteen year old swallowed as he picked up a black phone and handed it over, watching as she put it in a knapsack, and then took out a length of thin white cord. His eyes opened wide as he said, “are you going to tie me up?”
“Yes, I am – so put your hands behind your back, and don’t move. All right?”
James slowly nodded as the masked woman walked behind him, and he moved his hands behind, feeling the gloved hands as she crossed his wrists and then used the thin cord ot secure his bare wrists together. She then drew a longer length of cord from the knapsack, and passed it round his upper body, forcing his arms against his sides as he framed his chest under the top of the dress he was wearing.
The dress itself was made from red silk, sleeveless with a round collar at the neck, and then the skirt flowing out from his waist to his knees. The material had a white rose print on it, and he was also wearing a pair of brown slippers with a red hairband in place. He stifled a grunt as the rope were pulled tighter, and then knotted off behind himself, before he heard a ripping sound.
The tape was pressed firmly down over his mouth, before he was turned and walked out of the room, his eyes widening as he said “Jhnnhfhhr?”
“Jhmsms?” His eleven year old sister Jennifer was wearing a sleeveless red dress with a floral pattern, a red sash round her waist and silver sandals - but the grey clad man with her had bound her wrist behind her back and her upper body had two bands of rope as well, while silver tape covered her mouth from ear to ear.
“I’ll take them to join mummy,” the girl said, the man nodding as he made both of the children walk slowly down the stairs, and into the front room.
“NNNHHH! NHTTMHCHHKCHRHN!”
Both of them saw their mother lying face down on the floor, wearing her own red sleeveless dress, the skirt falling behind her knees, and crema sandals. She was tightly bound like both of them with her ankles and legs secured as well, and her ankles pulled back and secured to her chest ropes so that she could not move.
The masked woman made James and Jennifer lie on either side of her, and grabbed more ropes from the couch, the children looking at their mother as she bound James’ ankles tightly together, and then his legs below his knees, before pulling his ankles back and hogtying him, the rope going from his ankles to his chest ropes.
They then turned their heads and watched as Jennifer was bound in the same way, their mother nodding at both of them before the masked man came back in.
“Let’s go,” he said, the woman joining him as the front door opened and closed, and James started to struggle.
“Whhhruhdhnhn?”
“Thrhrnthghtfhrr,” he said as he tried – and failed…
My Mother
My mother is a very brave mummy – I always knew that, but that was especially true now as I watched the masked man take her hands behind her back and use the rope to secure her wrists together.
I knew that was what he was doing – he had done it to em when I walked in on him searching through Dad’s trophy cabinets. He was dressed in black, while I – I was wearing a yellow parry dress, a silk sleeveless top with a gold pattern round the waist, and a flowing lace skirt over the dress one. I was also wearing white tights and white slippers, and a butterfly clip in my hair.
I also liked to dress on a Sunday with Mummy, and she was wearing a dress as well, also a sleeveless one. Hers was red, with a skirt that came over her knees, and a neck that had little pearls on the material. She was also wearing black slippers, and a look of real fear as the ropes were tied off, and I saw the man passing a longer rope round her body to hold her arms against her sides, forming two bands that framed her chest as well.
She was wearing glasses – but then so was i as well, as I wriggled on the couch the man had laid me out on after he had bound my wrists and arms. The rope was soft – I could feel it was with my fingers – but the knots were tight. He had also tied my ankles together, as well as my legs below my knees, and then he had pushed a cloth into my mouth before he peeled a length of brown sticking plaster from a roll and pressed it down over my lips.
Mum looked at me and said, “be brave Chris.” I nodded in agreement as he made her sit on the other couch – a two seater one – and then he knelt down and bound her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees.
He then pushed a cloth into her mouth and covered her lips with brown fabric. I saw her wince - it must have tugged on the skin round her mouth as well – before the man looked at both of us and went up the stairs.
“Hurruhlrhththshn,” My mother said as she looked over at me, and I nodded before I managed to sit myself up, and then stand on my feet, standing still for a few minutes. I then jumped over as she shuffled ot the side, and then sat next to her, my head on her chest as I heard her heartbeat thumping in her chest.
“Hmmshrhrhmhhmhm.”
“Htsnhtuhfhltmhbhreehffhyhngmhn,” she mumbled as she rubbed her cheek on my head, and I smiled. She called me her brave little boy…
Doris looked across at her two children as they sat on the chairs, they looked back at their grandmother in turn. She was wearing a short and tight grey sleeveless dress with blue diamante pattern on the material, and taupe high heels, a light blue hat pinned to her head.
“So, who wants to be first,” the photographer said as he looked across. Amanda slowly stood up and walked over, the nine year old wearing a pink princess sleeveless dress with white trim and low heeled white shoes.
“What do you want me to do,” she whispered as she stood, running a hand through her long brown hair.
“Stand in front of your grandmother,” the photographer said as he looked at Doris, and she nodded to confirm what he said.
“Gran, are you all right,” Amanda said, Doris nodding as the man took the young girl’s hands behind her back, and she felt the soft material as her wrist were held tightly together. The man took the ribbon around and between her wrists, before tying the ends off in a bow and smiling.
“Well done, now stand next to your grandmother.”
Doris watched Amanda as she walked beside her and then placed her lips on her head as the man knelt behind her and tied a second length of the pink ribbon around the young girl’s ankles ot hold them together. He then took a third length of ribbon and said, “open wide – then you will be just like your grandmother.”
Amanda looked at Doris, the grey ribbon pulling the corners of her mouth back as it was tied between her lips and around her head and then allowed the photographer to do the same thing for her. She smiled as the ends were secured at the base of her neck, before the photographer said, “your turn,” looking across the room.
Boby slowly stood up and walked over, the red and white fascinator pinned on his light brown hair. The eight year old was wearing a red dress with a yoke neckline, held up by thin shoulder straps, and a flowing taffeta skirt, as well as red shoes. He looked at his grandmother and sister, both of them smiling and nodding as the photographer took his hands behind his back and used a red silk ribbon to hold his thin wrists together. He could see his grandmother’s hands were behind her back as she sat on the seat, and the thin blue ribbon holding her ankles together as well.
“bhhbherhf,” she mumbled as the photographer secured his ankles together with another red ribbon, before gagging him with a third length, the children standing either side as he started to take photographs of all three of them, Amanda and Bobby twisting round and looking at Doris as they did so.
“There,” he said with a smile, “my partner will bring your mother, the bride in soon and she can have some photographs taken as well – before we all go for a little unplanned trip…”
Party Games
“I will be ready in a few minutes, mother,” Charlie said as they looked in the full length mirror of their room, smiling as they turned from side to side. The dress was made from ivory silk, sleeveless with a round neck, and a sash tied round the waist designed to match the collar. The silk had a floral pattern, the skirt coming to the floor and covering their satin slippers. A white gold link necklace was round their neck, and silver drop earrings hung from the lobes of their ears. Their red brown hair was cut short and styled.
“Perfect,” they said to themselves - and then they saw the black clad figure behind them, before a leather gloved hand was pressed firmly down over their mouth.
“Don’t make a sound, or try to escape, princess,” a male voice said, “do exactly what I tell you. Nod if you understand.”
Charlie slowly nodded, wondering why he was feeling so excited before the voice said “good – open your mouth.” Charlie slowly opened his mouth before as the gloved hand was taken away – and a second gloved hand pushed a knot tied in the centre of a white scarf between their lips, the band pressing in on their cheeks as it was tied round their head.
!Good – slowly, put your hands behind your back.”
As Charlie complied, the gloved hands took hold of their wrists and crossed them behind their back, before they felt the rope being tied tightly round them. They stared at the window, looking at the way their rouged lips were around the knot, and almost smiled before they grunted, as the ropes were tied round their upper body to secure their arms ot their sides.
“whtsshgnhnhn? Whrasmsmhmhffhr?”
“No more questions,” the man said as he tied the ropes off behind Charlie’s back. Charlie twisted from side to side before she was turned round, and they caught a glimpse of a stocking covered face before they were hoisted over the intruder’s shoulder. They kicked their legs up and down, playing the damsel as they were carried to their mother’s bedroom.
“Chrrllhhh! NNNHHHH!”
Charlie was dropped on the bed and turned their head to look at their mother. She was wearing a peach colored strapless dress, the bodice studded with diamante, the skirt flowing down to her sandal covered feet, the bands of rope holding her bare arms against her sides as they framed her chest and pressed on her breasts, the top of the dress barely staying in place. She also had a band of rope tied round her legs, above and below her knees, holding the skirt round them, and a final length round her ankles.
She twisted round as the man grabbed more of the ropes from the side and bound Charlie’s ankles tightly together then started to pass the rope round the skirt of their dress above and below her knees. For their part, Charlie looked at their mother, seeing the material at the corners of her mouth turning darker, and felt the knot soaking up the saliva in their own mouth.
“Huuhhlrhtht?”
“Hfhnkkshmhfhr, bhtthhtfhlslsshshthsh.”
She looked at Charlie, then smiled over her gag as she said “htthshxhsshhn, hsnnhtht?”
Charlie nodded as the ropes were tied off, the two men continued ot search the room. Looking at their mother, they saw her smile and twist round, and they started to do the same.
For their part, she looked at her son, so proud of how he was coping with being bound and gagged, so proud that he was comfortable in himself, and so proud he was discovering this could be fun and not scary…
En Pointe
As the music rose to the crescendo of the closing movements, Felicity danced across the floor, her body turning as she leapt and then landed on her toes, spinning round then falling to the ground as the music stopped. She held the position for a moment before the audience rose in applause, and she stood up, taking the hand of her partner as they both bowed. She was wearing a dress with a flesh coloured upper chest, then a pale blue body cut to look like a corset, and a darker blue lace skirt that flowed out. her legs were in white tights, a pair of white silk ballet slippers laced on, while her blonde hair was arranged into a braided band with a white rose pinned ot the band.
She smiled and curtseyed again and then ran off to the side of the stage, the other dancers clapping and cheering as she made her way to the dressing room. Her son Francis was waiting there for her, having watched from the side of the stage, and once they were changed they would go and have a late meal before heading home.
As she opened the dressing room door, she said “Give em enough time to get changed, Francis, and then we can…” As she closed the door and turned, her eyes widened as ethe man standing by her son said, “not a word, Felicity – Francis does not want to get hurt.”
She looked at her son as he shook his head. Francis was wearing a similar costume to his mother – the colour of the dress was a lighter blue, and the white rose was pinned to his short blonde hair, but otherwise eh was a prima ballerina as well – but he could not say anything, as she looked at the strip of white tape that covered his mouth.
“What is it you want,” she said as she looked at the man – a man dressed for the opera, in the black jacket and pants the white shirt and black bow tie, the black waistcoat, the highly polished shoes, the top hat – and the black eye mask covering his eyes.
“You – and your son can come as well,” he said as he held up a roll of white tape in his glove dhand. “Turn round, be quiet, and put your hands behind your back.” She looked at Francis, and then turned, holding her hands together behind her back as she heard the peeling sound, and then the pull on the skin of her wrists as they were taped together.
Francis watched and tried to move his own wrists – but they were taped tightly together behind his own back, a band of the tape holding his upper arms against his sides, his ankles together and his legs below his knees. The man taped his mother’s arms ot her sides, and as she turned round she saw the way her chest had been forced out.
“So, what is this- a robbery, or something else?”
“Something else – put those red lips together for me please.”
As the tape was smoothed down over her mouth, she almost saw Francis smile under the tape, before the man turned and put the young boy over his shoulder.
“Walk in front of me,” he said as he opened the door, “keep it natural. No need ot raise the alarm, is there?”
“Nhhnhhdd,” Felicity said as she walked slowly out of the door, wondering why nobody was in the way as he carried Francis down the corridor and opened the door for her to go into the alleyway. There was a large SUV parked outside, and as Felicity watched the man pressed on a fob, the rear of the SUV opening up as he forced her to walk round.
As she stood there, the man put Francis into the back, and then picked Felicity up, putting her in before he used the tape to secure her ankles and legs as well. She looked at her son, and she smile dunder the tape as well as the man removed his top hat, and the eye mask.
“Comfortable?”
“Yhssdhdhd,” Francis said as he saw his father smile at both of them.
“Good – let’s get you home,” he said as he closed the door of the car, and walked round to take his place at the wheel…
Floral Dance
“Ah – good afternoon young man.”
James did not recognize the voice as he slowly turned round, staring at the young women who was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a grey roll neck sweater, pants and short boots, as well as grey gloves – and a grey balaclava over her head.
“Who… Who are you?”
“Me,” the woman said as she closed the door, “oh just someone who is keen to make sure you come and join the rest of your family, so that my partner and I can be about our business.”
“What business?”
“Stealing your family valuables,” the woman said as she pointed a gun at James, “and may I say that colour suits you? So, first, tell em where your mobile phone is?”
“I don’t have one…”
“Yes, you do – your mother told me, James, so where is it?” The thirteen year old swallowed as he picked up a black phone and handed it over, watching as she put it in a knapsack, and then took out a length of thin white cord. His eyes opened wide as he said, “are you going to tie me up?”
“Yes, I am – so put your hands behind your back, and don’t move. All right?”
James slowly nodded as the masked woman walked behind him, and he moved his hands behind, feeling the gloved hands as she crossed his wrists and then used the thin cord ot secure his bare wrists together. She then drew a longer length of cord from the knapsack, and passed it round his upper body, forcing his arms against his sides as he framed his chest under the top of the dress he was wearing.
The dress itself was made from red silk, sleeveless with a round collar at the neck, and then the skirt flowing out from his waist to his knees. The material had a white rose print on it, and he was also wearing a pair of brown slippers with a red hairband in place. He stifled a grunt as the rope were pulled tighter, and then knotted off behind himself, before he heard a ripping sound.
The tape was pressed firmly down over his mouth, before he was turned and walked out of the room, his eyes widening as he said “Jhnnhfhhr?”
“Jhmsms?” His eleven year old sister Jennifer was wearing a sleeveless red dress with a floral pattern, a red sash round her waist and silver sandals - but the grey clad man with her had bound her wrist behind her back and her upper body had two bands of rope as well, while silver tape covered her mouth from ear to ear.
“I’ll take them to join mummy,” the girl said, the man nodding as he made both of the children walk slowly down the stairs, and into the front room.
“NNNHHH! NHTTMHCHHKCHRHN!”
Both of them saw their mother lying face down on the floor, wearing her own red sleeveless dress, the skirt falling behind her knees, and crema sandals. She was tightly bound like both of them with her ankles and legs secured as well, and her ankles pulled back and secured to her chest ropes so that she could not move.
The masked woman made James and Jennifer lie on either side of her, and grabbed more ropes from the couch, the children looking at their mother as she bound James’ ankles tightly together, and then his legs below his knees, before pulling his ankles back and hogtying him, the rope going from his ankles to his chest ropes.
They then turned their heads and watched as Jennifer was bound in the same way, their mother nodding at both of them before the masked man came back in.
“Let’s go,” he said, the woman joining him as the front door opened and closed, and James started to struggle.
“Whhhruhdhnhn?”
“Thrhrnthghtfhrr,” he said as he tried – and failed…
My Mother
My mother is a very brave mummy – I always knew that, but that was especially true now as I watched the masked man take her hands behind her back and use the rope to secure her wrists together.
I knew that was what he was doing – he had done it to em when I walked in on him searching through Dad’s trophy cabinets. He was dressed in black, while I – I was wearing a yellow parry dress, a silk sleeveless top with a gold pattern round the waist, and a flowing lace skirt over the dress one. I was also wearing white tights and white slippers, and a butterfly clip in my hair.
I also liked to dress on a Sunday with Mummy, and she was wearing a dress as well, also a sleeveless one. Hers was red, with a skirt that came over her knees, and a neck that had little pearls on the material. She was also wearing black slippers, and a look of real fear as the ropes were tied off, and I saw the man passing a longer rope round her body to hold her arms against her sides, forming two bands that framed her chest as well.
She was wearing glasses – but then so was i as well, as I wriggled on the couch the man had laid me out on after he had bound my wrists and arms. The rope was soft – I could feel it was with my fingers – but the knots were tight. He had also tied my ankles together, as well as my legs below my knees, and then he had pushed a cloth into my mouth before he peeled a length of brown sticking plaster from a roll and pressed it down over my lips.
Mum looked at me and said, “be brave Chris.” I nodded in agreement as he made her sit on the other couch – a two seater one – and then he knelt down and bound her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees.
He then pushed a cloth into her mouth and covered her lips with brown fabric. I saw her wince - it must have tugged on the skin round her mouth as well – before the man looked at both of us and went up the stairs.
“Hurruhlrhththshn,” My mother said as she looked over at me, and I nodded before I managed to sit myself up, and then stand on my feet, standing still for a few minutes. I then jumped over as she shuffled ot the side, and then sat next to her, my head on her chest as I heard her heartbeat thumping in her chest.
“Hmmshrhrhmhhmhm.”
“Htsnhtuhfhltmhbhreehffhyhngmhn,” she mumbled as she rubbed her cheek on my head, and I smiled. She called me her brave little boy…