Kelly's room

Kelly followed Gail up a flight of stairs to the second floor and down the hall until the came to a door. On the door was a pink wreath of flowers with It's a girl! inside. A wooden cutout of stork carrying a baby in a pink cloth hung from it. Gail stopped and turned to Kelly. "Look, you little brat," she said. She put her hands on her hips. "If you do not obey me, I'll turn you back over to the judge, and you'll be sent to jail. And you won't be sent do some posh country club jail but some grungy women's jail where some huge bull dyke with a buzz cut and face tattoo will make you lick out her nasty pussy every morning before breakfast. Do...you...understand...me?"

Kelly swallowed hard as she thought about what Gail said. "Yes, Gail."

"You will call me 'mommy' from now on, understand?"

"Um, yes...mommy," said Kelly who was confused and embarrassed.

"Good," said Gail. She turned and opened the door.

Kelly followed Gail in. "Oh my god!" said Kelly. The first thing she noticed was a crib. It was not just any crib, but the biggest crib she had ever seen. It was about five and half feet long and three feet wide. It had pink bedding in it. On the wall over the crib was Kelly spelled out in pink wooden letters. A wide-eyed Kelly looked around the room. The was a white dresser with pink trim, a small plastic table with a plastic chair, and on the table were a box of crayons and a pad of paper. There was a white bookshelf full of children's picture books, and large pink trunk with Kelly's name on it. The walls had white wall paper with drawings of ducks, rabbits, chicks, and lambs. Finally there was a large white rocking chair with a pink pillow and backing on it. "Is this...do I have to...I mean...." stammered Kelly.

"This is your room," said Gail, "or can't you read? Do you like it?"

"No!" blurted out Kelly. She then staggered forward as Gail swattered her ass as hard as she could, causing Kelly to wince in pain.

"I guess you prefer a six by six cell with a two hundred and fifty pound biker chick," said Gail. "I'll call the judge."

"NO!" said Kelly, "I'm sorry. I love it!"

"You love it, what?"

"I love it, mommy," said a defeated Kelly.

"That's better," said Gail. "No, let's go pick out an outfit for you."