With friends like that

"You'd better dress warm," Elise warned, "it's cold outside."
It was true. Although the weather was nice on that day in early April, the temperature had dropped during the night. It was almost nine o'clock now, but it was still only 3°C. Sophie heeded Elise's warning and put on her winter coat, a red, down-filled mantle. It was knee-length and had kept her warm all winter. She also put on her beanie, mittens and scarf, which were a matching set made of white wool.

"See you tonight, Elise."
"Yes. Give your grandma a kiss from me. Oh, aren't you wearing the new mittens I gave you?"
"Oh, I forgot about those. But these should do."
"Aw, come on. Wait, I'll get them for you."

The mittens Elise had given Sophie for her last birthday were impressive pieces. They were black, down-filled mittens, which came nearly to her elbows. They were a bit excessive for this spring day, Sophie thought, but she didn't want to disappoint Elise so she didn't protest when Elise returned with them.

"You can put them over your other mittens. I think they're large enough."
"That's silly, they're warm enough by themselves."
"Come on, let's try anyway. I want to see if it's possible. Take your coat off first, it'll be easier that way."

Sophie sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, but she did as Elise said. When Elise had something in her head, it was easier to just go along. And indeed, although it took a lot of effort, Elise manage to pull the black mittens over her white ones. The mittens were closed with a zipper from her wrist to her elbow, and Elise also tightened the elastic bands to keep them snug around her arms.

"Are you happy now? My hands are useless." Sophie ostentatively held up her hands in the big black mittens. The thick double mittens were so tight her hands were kept rigid. She could slightly bend her hands, but that was all.

"Well, you won't be picking your nose," Elise laughed while she held Sophie's coat open for her. Sophie sighed again and let Elise help her in the coat. Elise bent forward to connect the zipper and did it up all the way.

"You'll have to tie my shoelaces as well, I'm afraid," Sophie said.
"No problem. I'll go get them." Elise dashed to the hall, where all their shoes were kept and returned with... her red Moonboots.
"These are better, I don't even need to tie the laces!"
"Are you crazy? It's not exactly snowing outside!"
"I know, but you look so cute in them. Here, put your feet in."
"Elise, I'm not going to wear Moonboots in April!"
Elise looked at her with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "They're the only shoes I'll help you in, and you're not able to put on your own shoes. So it's going to be Moonboots or nothing, I think."
Sophie shot her a dark look, but Elise just smiled and waited.
"You're a bitch, you know that," Sophie said while she slipped her first foot inside the Moonboot.
"And you're cute when you're angry," Elise answered.

"Well then. I'm going to brave the raging snowstorm and visit my grandmother now," Sophie said sarcastically, while she tried to grab her scarf. Even that was difficult with her double-mittened hands.
"You should have your hood up then!" Elise immediately reached for it and started putting it up.
"No - stop this - I don't want -" Sophie tried to push Elise away but she was too slow. Sophie had pulled the thick red hood over her beanie and was already tightening the drawstrings. She pulled them really tight, so Sophie's mouth was covered and only her eyes and nose were visible between the collar and a small band of her beanie which could be seen under the hood.
"Elise, please, don't do it up so tight," Sophie protested.
"It has to be tight, else the stormwind will blow the snow under it! There, I'll help you with your scarf now."

Elise wrapped the long scarf around Sophie's head and neck, wrapping it tightly around her face. She finished by securely knotting it at the back of Sophie's head. She happily noticed that Sophie wasn't protesting anymore. The tight layers of the scarf over her mouth stopped pretty much any noise she could make. One more thing, Elise thought. She bent down and tied the drawstrings at the bottom of Sophie's coat tighter, forcing her Moonboots together.

Elise took Sophie's handbag. "I'll put the train ticket here, where you can easily reach it," she showed. Then she slipped the handbag around Sophie's neck and opened the door for her. "There you go then. Little Red Ridinghood off to visit her grandmother. Watch out for the bad wolf, he might be hiding in the blizzard!" Sophie gave Elise one more furious look, but Elise only giggled.

---

As expected, the day turned out to be bright and sunny, and after the morning chill the temperatures rose quickly, up to 20°C in the afternoon. Elise was with some of her friends, enjoying a drink on the sunlit plaza. It was the first warm week of spring and the girls enjoyed the opportunity to dress in short skirts and light tops.

Then a person in a bright red down coat and Moonboots stumbled into Elise's view. Everyone gawked at her as though an alien had just landed. Many people laughed and remarked on the overdressed girl. Sophie was still dressed exactly like when she left.

Sophie was clearly searching her; Elise had told her she planned to have a drink on the plaza. Elise waved and Sophie slowly made her way through the crowded tables. Finally she reached them and dropped down in an empty chair next to Elise. She looked exhausted and sweaty. Well, that wasn't surprising, considering how she was dressed.

"Sophie, why are you still dressed like that? How was the visit to your grandmother?"
Sophie pointed at her scarf. Well, she waved her bulky mitten in its direction, at least.
"Oh yes. Hold on." Elise unwrapped Sophie's scarf. "So what happened?"
"Well, nothing happened, thanks to you," Sophie said. "I missed my train because you thought it was funny to tie my knees together. I ended up at grandma's about an hour later than I intended, and she wasn't home. No idea where she was, but I guess she assumed I forgot to come over. I suppose she's called me, but I can't reach my cellphone and I wouldn't be able to handle it anyway. So I waited outside her house for a long time, hoping she'd be back at some point, but I never saw her. And then I returned, and came here to find you."
"And you were dressed like this all day?" one of the other girls asked.
"Yes. Thanks to Elise here."
Elise reached under Sophie's hood and felt her beanie. "Wow, you're really drenched with sweat," she commented.
"I know!" Sophie angrily retorted. "And will you let me out of these clothes now!"
Elise grinned. "You're SO cute when you're angry. Especially when you're angry while dressed like an Eskimo! But I don't want to hear any more angry words from you. Else I'll have to put your scarf over your mouth again. Now, be a good girl, and I'll buy you a drink. You must be thirsty. What do you want to drink?"
Sophie didn't want to give up, but she knew it was a lost cause. Elise could very well carry out her threat to tie the scarf over her mouth again. And she was very thirsty. "Just water then," she said.

Elise motioned at a waiter. "Relax, Sophie," she said, "enjoy this beautiful day!"
Sophie frowned, but the effect was mostly lost because she had to wipe the sweat from her face. With friends like that, who needed enemies?




Overview

Ella and Lisbeth

(Ella)

I was on my way in the city when I saw a familiar shape in front of me. I recognized that thick red down jacket immediately - that had to be my good friend Lisbeth! She had her hood up, although it wasn't that cold and the weather was dry. That was a bit unusual, I hadn't seen her wear it often. But even seen from the back I was quite sure it was her - Lisbeth's jacket is quite unique. It's thicker than pretty much any jacket I've seen, and it's in a shiny red color that makes it hard to miss.

I closed the distance between us and dropped my arm around her shoulders. I must have scared her badly, she seemed very startled. "Hi, Lisbeth," I said. "Oh! Hi Ella." Now that she was turned towards me, it was my turn to be surprised. The hood of her down jacket was not merely up - it was tied firmly around her face, which made her look like an Eskimo. The hood looked really enormous like this. And under it I could see her white sweatshirt hood. I grinned at her.
"Wow, you are dressed warm!"
"Yes, I... felt a bit ill today."
"Oh, that's too bad. Will you be able to make it tonight?" We had planned an evening out with some friends that evening - me and Lisbeth and two other girls, Tamara en Paula. A restaurant, a movie, have a drink somewhere.
"Er, yes, I'll be okay."
"Good. Where are you headed now?"
"Nothing special, just looking at the shops a bit."
"Great, I have nothing to do either. I'll come along!"

Arm in arm we walked through the pedestrian zone. It occurred to me just how thick Lisbeth's jacket was. I couldn't even feel her arm through the soft padding of her sleeve. Suddenly I spotted a nice skirt in a shop window. "Oh, look. That skirt would suit me perfectly! I want to have a closer look at that." I turned towards the entrance but Lisbeth resisted. "Wait... I think I should go home now," she said. I was confused. "Why?" "Um. You know, to get ready for our evening out. I want to take a shower, and..." "Lisbeth, it's 3 o'clock now. You still have four hours to get all the showers you want. I just want to look at this skirt first, and you know how much I value your opinion about clothes. So let's go inside now, and after that we can go home and we'll have plenty of time until our dinner."

I still felt some resistance as I pulled Lisbeth along, but I ignored it. She was being a bit silly, I thought - there really was more than enough time left, and I wanted to try on, and maybe buy this nice skirt. While I tried to find the skirt I'd noticed, Lisbeth still had her hood up. "Aren't you going to take your hood off?" "No, I... don't feel very well, I'll just keep it up for now." She must be worse than I thought. I looked at her face, framed by the thick down hood. I realized that maybe she had wanted to go home because she was really quite ill. "Are you okay, Lisbeth? Maybe you'd better go home after all?" "Yeah, I think I'll do that."

I walked with her towards the exit door when suddenly a shop assistant appeared.
"Excuse me, miss, could you open your jacket for a moment please?"
"I... I was just leaving," Lisbeth sputtered.
"I know, but can you unzip your jacket for a moment please? I just need to see what you have underneath."
Apparently the shop assistant wanted to check that she had not hidden any clothes under her jacket. I couldn't really fault him for that, since Lisbeth looked so bulky in her down jacket. She could easily have another jacket underneath. Lisbeth unzipped the jacket and pushed her hood down... and revealed another down jacket! I was so confused I could only stare at her.

The second down jacket was identical to the other one, except it was black rather than red. And its hood was also tied around her face.
"I'm feeling pretty ill," Lisbeth explained to the shop assistant, who must no doubt have thought at first that he had caught a shoplifter. Luckily the jackets were of a brand that wasn't sold in this store.
"Can you unzip that one too?" the man asked.
"Um, yes." But instead of unzipping her jacket, Lisbeth reached behind her, in her neck. What was she doing? I looked closer and saw that the drawstrings of this hood were looped around the base of her hood and she was undoing a knot in her neck. Apparently the two jackets weren't completely identical - while the red one had elastic drawstrings, this was a normal, non-elastic cord. This was odd, it seemed as though she had in fact replaced the drawstrings.

Finally Lisbeth managed to undo the knot at the back of her neck. She quickly undid the knot in front of her and then she could at last push down the second down jacket hood, along with her sweatshirt hood, and unzip her jacket. The shop assistant saw that everything was okay, apologized for the inconvenience and left. So I was left with Lisbeth in her two jackets.

"Well, you were wrapped up even better than I thought," I commented.
"Yes, I was feeling really cold when I left, so I put on an extra jacket."
"I see. But why is it tied in your neck like that?"
"Oh, I... just... because..." Lisbeth stammered, but then she fell silent.
"Why?" I insisted.
"Well, you know... it's a bit embarrassing to wear my hoods like that. So I thought I would be tempted to take them off, but I didn't want that because I felt ill... That's why I knotted the inner one in my neck. This way I couldn't take off my hoods easily, because I'd have to reveal the second hood before I could take it off."
"So basically you prevented yourself from taking off your hoods, because you were afraid you'd do that?"
"Yeah."
"That's pretty clever actually."

"Can we go now? That shop assistant is still looking at me."
"Yes, but you have to put your hoods up first."
"I'll do that outside. I'd rather be out of here."
"No, Lisbeth. You said it yourself. That knot in your neck was to prevent you from taking off your hoods, because you'd be ashamed to wear them. You have to put them up again now. Here, I'll help you."
I carefully put up Lisbeth's sweatshirt hood and the inner jacket's hood. I zipped up her jacket and pulled the drawstrings of her hood tight. I did everything up just like it had been before, including the knot in her neck. I put up the second hood and made sure it covered the inner one nicely. When she was completely wrapped up again, I took her arm.
"Now we can go."

At the end of the pedestrian zone, we parted.
"Are you sure you'll make it tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Okay then. See you tonight."
"Bye Ella."
"Oh, Lisbeth..." She turned back to me.
"You will make sure to be dressed like this tonight as well, right?"
"Oh, I thought... maybe... I'll see how I feel..."
"No Lisbeth. You will dress exactly like this." I looked her straight in the eyes. "Promise me, Lisbeth."
"Okay... I promise."

On the way home I thought about the knot that Lisbeth had tied in her neck to prevent herself from taking her hoods off. And about her reluctance at the end. I was sure that if I hadn't insisted, she wouldn't put on the second jacket tonight. It was clear to me that Lisbeth needed to be protected from herself. She must have felt really ill to dress like that, but when unimpeded she would take her hoods off anyway. I decided Lisbeth needed someone else in charge, who made sure she was dressed appropriately.

---

(Lisbeth)

I was still in a bit of a shock after what happened that afternoon. I had been enjoying my little fetish when suddenly Ella had been there. I'd had no idea how to get rid of her and then the whole scene in the shop had happened. It had been very humiliating, and now Ella knew I'd been wearing two jackets. Even worse, I now had to wear them for our night out with Tamara and Paula as well.

I hesitated before putting on both jackets, but I could see no way out of it. Ella had made me promise, and I wouldn't be able to convince her that I was no longer 'ill'. Of course I never had been ill, it was just my excuse for being dressed like that, but I couldn't really tell her that. Because then she'd no doubt want to know why I had been in those jackets and hoods, and I didn't want to tell her about my fetish. So after much agonizing I decided I had no choice and put on my jackets and hoods.

I met Ella shortly before arriving at the restaurant where we had arranged to meet Tamara and Paula. As we arrived we could see our friends who were already inside. When we were about to enter, I hesitated and wanted to take my hoods off first. But Ella quickly grabbed one of my hands and pulled me with her. Of course Tamara and Paula were quite amazed when I had to reveal my second thick down jacket. Ella wasted no time in telling them the entire story of what had happened that afternoon. That was quite uncomfortable for me but there was nothing to be done about it.

We did not take too long at the restaurant since we wanted to go see a movie afterwards. When I put my first jacket on, Ella took charge. "It's colder now than it was this afternoon," she said, "so I think it's better if we tie your hoods a bit tighter now." So she pulled the hood tight around my face, until only my eyes and nose were visible. She knotted the drawstrings, went behind me and knotted them again in her neck, tying several knots so I knew I wouldn't get out easily. Only then she allowed me to put on my second jacket. Of course I had to tie that hood tighter as well, if only because otherwise the hood underneath would still be visible.

When I was well wrapped up we headed out. While I enjoyed being dressed like this I was very ashamed about it now. The thick, tight hoods hindered my sight, my hearing and my speech. But I was completely in Ella's hands for the rest of the night. After the movies we went to a couple of bars as well, and each time Ella made sure I was completely wrapped up before we left, and only helped me out well after we were inside, no matter how crowded and warm it was inside. And every time she tied my hoods tighter and tighter...

Yes, looking back at it, I think it was the best day of my life.





Overview

Revenge (part 3)

-- read part 1 here --
-- read part 2 here --

Footsteps on the path, approaching her.

Was it Claudia? Or was it someone else? Someone who now saw a person sitting on a park bench in white Moonboots, what appeared to be an extremely thick down jacket, and incredibly, a reversed down jacket under that, with the hood up.

Lynn tried to hold her breath to prevent the hood from flapping out, but it was impossible. Her access to air was so constrained that she did not have the luxury of holding on for a moment. Noisily, the hood flapped out again as she exhaled.

The footsteps stopped.

The person must be right in front of her now. Lynn breathed in again, long and heavily. The hood pressed against her face, hot and wet with her sweat. She made a faint whistling noise as she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose. Lynn's heart was hammering in her chest. What must this person in front of her be thinking? But gagged and tied as she was, she was completely helpless to do anything. She breathed out again. Breathed in again.

The footsteps moved on. Whoever had been watching her, was now moving further along the path.

Lynn was alone again, sitting in warm darkness. Her jaws and arms ached from the tight bondage. She wondered again what the person who had seen her like this had thought. Despite her uncomfortable position, her fear of what could happen, and the fact that she had climaxed fifteen minutes earlier, Lynn became aroused again. She had been watched in this position, and it might happen again. The thought of that was slowly driving her towards another climax.

But then she heard something else. Voices.

They were still quite far off, but they were coming this way, she thought. As they came nearer, she tried to identify them. Three, or four maybe? Boys for sure, teenagers. A feeling of dread settled somewhere in her stomach. Her sexual urge subsided, the fear and humiliation were too strong. They were coming this way for sure, and she didn't think they would just pass her by. She wanted to flee, but blind and tied up as she was, she couldn't exactly just walk away. She could only sit there and wait for whatever would happen.

Closer now. Lynn could make out some of the words. They were talking about some computer game. Quickly approaching her bench now. Still immersed in their lively discussion. Good, Lynn thought, move on, move on. They were passing right in front of her... Now they had passed. Lynn would have sighed in relief if her breathing had allowed it. But then -

"Look at that one."

Silence for a moment, then laughter.

"She's dressed warm!"

Their footsteps, turning back, coming closer again.

"Completely wrapped up, that one. Hey, are you cold?" More laughter.

"Hey, you alive in there?"

"Yeah, she's breathing, look at that hood!"

"Can't you speak?"

"Is she asleep?"

"Probably drunk."

A sound on her hood. Prodding fingers.

"That hood is thick, man."

More hands on her head.

"No wonder. Look, there's another jacket underneath. And the backwards jacket. How many would she be wearing?"

"Wow, crazy!"

And then, suddenly, Claudia's voice.

"Hello guys. What are you doing there?"

"There's a crazy drunk lying here."

"No, that's Lynn. She's not drunk, and not really crazy."

"Then why is she dressed like that."

"Well, Lynn is just a bit weird. She enjoys that. Come, Lynn, we'll go home now."

Claudia helped Lynn stand up.

"Why won't she speak then?"

"She's shy, I think she was too ashamed to talk. I'll take care of her. Bye, guys."

Claudia guided Lynn away. Lynn heard the voices of the boys receding, still discussing the way she was dressed. Finally, they got back to the car. Lynn was relieved when she was inside the car. At least she felt safer here. She felt completely exhausted. At least Claudia would take her home now. She hoped that would be the end of it.

Unfortunately for Lynn, it wasn't. Claudia took off Lynn's hoods and gag, and fed her some drinking yoghurt and water. But after that, her torment continued: another walk around the lake, more time alone on the bench. It was late in the afternoon when Claudia finally took her home.

---

They were sitting in front of Claudia's television now, Lynn still in her three jackets and tied up as she had been all day, but Claudia had removed the gag. The backwards hood was down so she could watch the screen. Claudia had taken a camera with her, and had filmed as much as possible of the day, hidden in the bushes. The last scene was her favorite: a man tied Lynn's outer hood shut, and Lynn was jerking her head up and down and moaning in her gag while she came. At this point Claudia had been ready to intervene, but the man had opened the outer hood and even taken it off. He hesitated for a moment, then he asked Lynn if he should take her other hoods off as well. Lynn shook her head even though she was struggling for air under the hoods. Claudia supposed she valued her anonymity too much. The man asked if she was fine and Lynn nodded, so the man got up and left.

When Lynn was alone again, the camera moved closer to her. A hand appeared and took off the remaining two hoods. Claudia wanted Lynn to be clearly identifiable from the video, so she had made sure to end the "film" with a nice close-up shot of Lynn's face.

"A beautiful film, isn't it? Very educative I'd say. Perfectly suited for... English classes, perhaps?"

Lynn's mouth fell open and she just stared at Claudia in shock. Claudia grinned. She had googled Lynn's name, and found out that she was a teacher.

"I think those adolescents would be really interested in their English teacher's weird sexual preferences, don't you?"

"Please... no," Lynn begged.

"Of course not. But you understand there will be some... conditions."

---

There was much amusement among the students in the following weeks as Ms Jones, the English teacher, could exclusively be seen around school wearing a knee-length black down jacket, with the hood up and the fur ruff pulled tight around her face whenever she was outside. In addition she wore shiny white Moonboots, which she kept on all day. Of course, none of them had any idea what Ms Jones was up to during her regular visits to a woman named Claudia. At least, as long as none of them met her during one of those outings...

Overview

Revenge (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --

Claudia could not believe her luck. Fate had swept her old love rival into her hands. The video that proved Lynn's secret turned her into a helpless plaything for Claudia. And Claudia liked playthings. That was the perfection of the whole situation. Not only would she get her long overdue revenge on Lynn - at the same time she would enjoy it from a whole different perspective as well. Claudia enjoyed being dominant. Lynn would make a perfect slave. Her fear of what Claudia could do with the video eliminated her free will.

She watched the clock as the last minute before 10 am ticked away. Almost immediately, the doorbell rang. Good, at least she had understood that first lesson. Claudia opened the door and couldn't help laughing at the figure that stood before her. In the three bulky jackets, with the hoods tied tight, her eyes hidden between the fur ruff that framed them, and with the outrageous white vinyl Moonboots on, Lynn simply looked ridiculous. "Come in," Claudia said.

Once they were inside, Claudia wasted no time with idle talk. "Take everything off," she commanded. Without a word, Lynn started unknotting the first hood, and took off her jackets one by one. Then she waited for further instructions. But Claudia was not satisfied. "Everything, I said." "Ev-everything?" Lynn stuttered, confused. "Are you deaf or dumb? Everything! And the next time I have to repeat myself three times, you'll regret it!"

When Lynn was naked, Claudia handed her a diaper. "Put this on." Lynn's face turned scarlet. Claudia's look was threatening, so she bit back a reply and started to put it on. It took her a few moments to figure out how to put it on herself. Claudia helped her and fastened it at her back. The diaper was really big. After she had it on her legs were kept well apart and her ass looked huge. Over the diaper Lynn had to put on short plastic pants to prevent leaks.

Now, Claudia took a short piece of white cotton rope. She tied around Lynn's leg, it just above the knee. She forced Lynn's legs as close together as the diaper allowed, then took the rope to her other leg and tied it there as well. The rope between her legs was about 15 cm. The combination of the diaper and the knee-rope essentially locked her knees in place. "Now walk around," Claudia said.

It was beautiful to watch. Lynn couldn't move her upper legs as she walked, so she struggled along with little steps. Claudia told Lynn to put her Moonboots back on, which made the sight even more comical. But now it was time to really get started. Claudia took Lynn's first jacket, the black one, and held it up in both hands, holding the open side towards Lynn. "Put your arms in." "This way?" Lynn asked, as the jacket would be back to front. "Yes, and didn't I tell you to stop questioning my orders?" Claudia bit back.

Lynn put her arms in the jacket. Claudia hoisted it up her shoulders, went behind her and zipped the jacket up. The down hood was now in front of Lynn. "I'll have to do something about all that talking first," Claudia said, grabbing something Lynn couldn't see. "Open your mouth." Frightened but not daring to disobey, Lynn opened her mouth. Claudia put a butterfly gag in it and quickly pumped it up with a hand pump until Lynn's cheeks were bulging. "That will keep you quiet," Claudia commented as she took the pump off. "Now put your blue jacket on. The normal way."

Lynn put the jacket on and tentatively zipped it up until she reached the black hood in front of her. Meanwhile Claudia took a longer piece of rope. "Arms behind your back." She wrapped a length of rope around Lynn's wrists, pushing the sleeves of the down jackets up so that they were bare. This way there would be no risk that Lynn could slip out of the ropes. She cinched the loops, tying the rope tight between her wrists. Next, she took another length of rope and tied it above Lynn's elbows, pulling her arms as close together as she could.

Claudia was enjoying her work. She had also set up a hidden camera so she could enjoy the whole scene later as well. The video could even serve as additional blackmail material. After all, it appeared as though Lynn willingly submitted to this.

Claudia took a final, short rope and used it to connect the rope between her legs with the rope holding her wrists together. She pulled it tight, forcing Lynn to pull her arms as far back and arch backwards. Lynn mewled in her gag at the uncomfortable position but Claudia had no mercy. The rope pulled her hands down to her ass, pulling them against the diaper. Now Claudia took the backwards hood and pulled it over Lynn's face. She zipped the jacket up the rest of the way. Next she put the second hood up, zipped this jacket up as well, and tied it a bit tighter. It left her whole "face" open, except of course there was a black down hood there.

Lynn struggled against her bonds and tried to make noise past the gag. The hood in front of her face quickly bulged in and out as she took short, panicky breaths. Claudia stood back and watched, fascinated. If Lynn was in real danger of suffocating, she would of course quickly pull the hood down. But while she waited, Lynn's breath pattern changed. She took a very long time to breathe in, noisily sucking the air into her nose, while the hood was pulled against her face. Then, in a short, heavy burst she breathed out, causing the hood to bulge outward so it briefly looked like a balloon. Then it was sucked in again.

Claudia sat down and watched the helpless Lynn. Tied up and gagged and put in her own fetish gear. For fully twenty minutes, Claudia just looked at Lynn and enjoyed the show. Her breathing didn't change; apparently the hood allowed just enough air passage. That was good, it would allow Claudia to keep her like that over a longer period. Finally she got up and took the Moncler jacket Lynn had so recently bought. She hung it over Lynn's shoulders, covering the tied arms. The coat was knee-length, so it covered the diaper and the knee-rope as well, coming down right to the top of her Moonboots. Claudia put the hood up and zipped the jacket up all the way. The backwards hood was still free, but now it was framed by the fur ruff of the Moncler jacket. The jacket had a belt around the waist, which Claudia pulled as tight as she could. The belt went over Lynn's wrists, further pulling her arms against her body. With the jacket pulled in as much as possible at the waist, the bulk of the three jackets was even more striking, and her ass also looked even bigger.

"Let's go," Claudia said, grabbing the fur of Lynn's hood and pulling her helpless victim along.

---

Lynn was pulled forward. She couldn't speak, couldn't see, couldn't hear much besides her own breathing and the noise her hoods made. She had to take short, awkward steps - the only movement she could make, as her arms were pulled back and stretched behind her back. And she was horny.

At first she hadn't been. She had only been scared. When Claudia started tying her up, she had become more scared. She had never been tied up or gagged before. After Claudia had put her hoods up, the fear had turned into outright panic. She thought she was going to suffocate. She had struggled uselessly against her bondage. But she didn't suffocate, and when she focussed on her breathing she could get just enough oxygen. But while she stood there, with no interference from Claudia, she had become aroused. She was immersed in her own jackets, helpless to take them off. Everything combined to increase her stimulation rapidly: the growing heat inside her down cocoon; the feeling of her jackets against her naked skin, especially her breasts; her difficult, long breaths; the feeling of her hood as it was sucked against her face; even the stringent bondage that made her helpless. She wished more than anything that her hands were free though, so she could get to her private parts. But any stimulation she could get was prevented by the thick diaper. She could not even rub her legs together.

Now she just staggered along while Claudia pulled her. She had no idea where she was until she heard an unmistakable sound: that of a car door being opened. Claudia turned Lynn around, put her hand on Lynn's heavily hooded head and pushed it downwards while pushing her body backwards. Lynn shrieked into her gag as she fell backwards into the car seat. The seat was pushed as far back as possible, so she was more lying in it than sitting. A seatbelt was secured around her, while Lynn tried to calm her breathing, taking deep inhalations again.

Fear crept back while Claudia got in the car and started the engine. Where were they going? What was Claudia going to do with her? Suppose she just dumped her somewhere, tied up and dressed like this? The thought scared her out of her wits - but perversely, it also sent an undeniable shudder of excitement through her body.

The car ride was an ordeal, as Lynn tormented herself with possibilities of what Claudia could be up to. She was scared to death, but her body didn't seem to understand that, and she squirmed and writhed in her down jackets.

Finally they stopped. Claudia briefly put her hand on Lynn's face, massaging the down hood through which she was sucking air. Then she took Lynn's hoods off one by one. When her nose was free, Lynn greedily breathed in the fresh air. Her blond hair was clinging to her red, sweaty face. While she recovered, she looked outside and saw that they were at the entrance to a park.

Meanwhile Claudia rearranged Lynn's hoods. The backwards hood was placed so that it covered the lower half of her face. The light blue hood was put up again, and this time it was tied tighter. The light blue hood only left her eyes, nose and mouth free, but the backwards hood covered her mouth and part of her nose. The Moncler hood was pulled loosely over her head, but left open so the other hoods were clearly visible.

Claudia pulled Lynn out of the car. She put the sleeves of the Moncler jacket in the pockets, making it look like Lynn's arms were in them. Then she nudged Lynn forward. They entered the park, Lynn acutely aware of how she must look, her face hidden behind several down hoods while she took slow, small steps with her feet in shiny white Moonboots. The weather was quite pleasant, as it was sunny and the temperature was just above 0°C.

The park consisted of a lake with a walkway around it. Because of Lynn's limited steps, the first round around the lake took them half an hour. When they were back at the entrance, there was nobody around. Claudia stopped and faced Lynn.

"Should I put up your hood again, so you don't get cold?" she asked, touching the black hood in front of Lynn's face. Lynn shook her head in response.

"No? But surely a down slut like you would like that? After all, you get off on these jackets, right?" Lynn's face reddened again, and she shook her head again. Please, not the backwards hood, she can't do that in public, she thought.

"What do you mean, no? Now you're just lying to me. I'm sure you were enjoying yourself in the car. You were moaning all the time. I think I'll put you in your hoods again."

Claudia took the two normal hoods off, then without hesitation pulled the backwards hood up. She replaced the other hoods, like Lynn had worn them in the car. Then she tied the hood of the Moncler jacket tighter, so that the fur was pulled almost closed. The backwards hood disappeared under it, now only the tightly tied Moncler hood was visible. Inside the tiny opening between the fur, one could only see darkness.

Lynn breathed in as deeply as she could, but she was getting even less air than before. When she breathed out, the hood could no longer bulge out, trapping her exhaled air inside her hoods. She breathed in again, now really struggling for air. But the harder it got to breathe, the more aroused she became. She bent through her knees now, her clit was on fire, and suddenly an orgasm came, even though she couldn't touch herself. She screamed into her gag, her hooded head rocked up and down while she came.

Claudia watched in fascination, while filming the whole scene with her phone. Then she opened the Moncler hood so Lynn could breathe a bit better again, but she kept the other two hoods in place. After the orgasm, Lynn really wanted to get out, especially out of that backwards hood, but it stayed on. She was deeply ashamed. She had just orgasmed in a public park, in front of Claudia and who knows who else had been watching her?

"You really are a horny beast," Claudia commented, "coming like that where everyone can see you. I suppose you must enjoy being seen in your fetish clothes. Well, I can help you with that." She pulled Lynn towards a bench, then pushed her down on it. "Here, enjoy the view. I'll go and grab myself a drink."

Lynn heard Claudia walk away. Then she was alone, sitting on a park bench with her arms tied on her back, envelopped in down from head to toe, gagged and blind. Her hood flopped out as she breathed out, and she desperately tried to listen for the sound of footsteps or voices. What if someone saw her?

-- on to part 3 --

Overview

Revenge (part 1)

When Claudia recognized the figure on the screen, she sat up in her chair. Yes, no doubt about it. Lynn.

She had not seen Lynn for years. At one point, Lynn had been a good friend of Claudia. Until she stole Claudia's boyfriend. Claudia was long over that girlhood love, and it hadn't worked out between Lynn and the boy in question either, but between Claudia and Lynn the enmity had remained.

Now, Claudia was the head of security at a large department store. She was in a room with cameras showing images of the entire building. And on one of those, she had just spotted her old rival.

How nice it would be, she thought, if Lynn would attempt to shoplift. She would enjoy that very much. But of course, that wasn't very likely.

She followed Lynn on the screens as she made her way towards the winter sports division. Lynn appeared to be interested in the moonboots. She was holding a white, shiny vinyl Moon Boot now and feeling its smooth surface. In fact, Claudia thought Lynn was acting a little suspect - she often looked around her with a quick glance, as though she did not want people to see her. Eventually she tried the Moon Boot on. After a while she placed it back though.

Next, Lynn made her way through a rack of down jackets, feeling their thickness, checking out the hoods. Lynn was in fact already wearing a down jacket - a very thick one, in fact. It was waist length, light blue, and had a very big, fat hood that stood behind her head. She kept it zipped up inside.

Lynn removed a down coat from the rack. It was knee length, shiny black, and had a big fur ruff at the hood. Moncler, Claudia thought. Again there was that furtive glance - nobody around? Then Lynn moved towards the changing rooms with the jacket.

Odd. Why would she go to the changing rooms to try a jacket? Maybe she was going to try to remove plastic pieces that would trigger the alarm? Suddenly Claudia was hopeful. If she could catch Lynn shoplifting... Quickly she left the room and hurried through the department store to where Lynn was.

She entered the changing room next to Lynn, knowing that the separating walls between them didn't go all the way up to the roof. She stood on a chair so she could look over it into Lynn's changing room.

She hadn't put the jacket on yet, and neither had she taken off the one she was wearing. In fact, she had put her hood up - except it wasn't the hood of her jacket, but the hood of a black jacket that she was apparently wearing under the light blue one. That explained the thickness of her jacket, and especially of the hood that had looked so large. Now she put the hood of her light blue jacket up as well. Meanwhile, Claudia had taken her phone and started filming Lynn, who clearly had no idea she was being watched.

Lynn tied the hood of the second jacket tight around her face, as she had done with the first hood. Now she took the Moncler jacket and put it on - over her other two jackets. What was going on here? Lynn put up the third hood, and one hand slipped under the jacket, between her legs. A soft moan escaped her mouth. Claudia was amazed. Clearly this was a sexual thing for Lynn - a fetish. 

Claudia watched and filmed for a while longer, but nothing much happened. Lynn seemed transfixed by her mirror image under the three hoods, and sometimes she moved frantically when her sexual pleasure rose. Claudia had seen enough. A plan was forming in her mind. She left the changing room and ran back to the control room, where she waited for Lynn to emerge from the changing room. When she did, Claudia called a security guard.

She pointed at Lynn on the screen. "That woman is a known shoplifter, and I think she's trying to steal that jacket she's carrying. Bring her here, I'll question her. Watch out, she may try to run." The security agent nodded and left. Claudia hoped Lynn would run - it would make it that much sweeter.

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Suddenly there was a hand on Lynn's upper arm. She jumped a little - a guilty conscience, for sure - and faced a uniformed man.

"Security, miss. Could you go with me please?"

"Why? I've done nothing wrong."

"We just want to ask a couple of questions."

"I - no, I need to be going."

The hand on her arm tightened a little - but it was gripping a thick layer of down, so even though Lynn noticed the movement, she hardly felt the hand at all. "Just come this way please," the security man insisted, and with his other hand gently pushed her along.

"No, please, look - I've done nothing wrong and I want to leave now."

But the security agent ignored her and simply pushed her a little harder so she was forced to take a step along.

Lynn was scared - had they found out what she had just done in the changing room? What would they think if they saw she was wearing two down jackets and had been trying on a third. She panicked. Suddenly she broke free of his grip - easily, her arm was so thick in the double down-filled sleeve that the man couldn't really hold on to her - and ran. She dropped the Moncler jacket and bolted.

The security agent had been ready for such a move though, and she wouldn't have gotten two steps away if it wasn't for the jacket she dropped. The man stepped on it and it slid away. He went hard on one knee, but stood up immediately and sprinted after her.

Despite the delay, the security agent was much faster and stronger than Lynn and she did not get far. This time the man flung his arm around her neck and held her in a tight grip. Her hoods bunched up against Lynn's head. The man's other hand took one of her wrists. He pulled her arm behind her and up, while he let go of her neck. This forced her to bend forward. The man took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and cold metal was locked around her wrist. She could do nothing as her other arm was taken and soon she was handcuffed.

The security agent kept hold of the link connecting Lynn's hands and pulled her backwards. He picked up the Moncler jacket, then pushed her forward and led her through the department store. Other customers looked at her curiously. Her face was red and sweaty and she cried a little. "Please, I didn't do anything," she begged, but the security agent might as well have been deaf. Lynn hung her head in shame.

Lynn was led through a door in the back, and then into a room full of tv screens. "Leave us alone," a female voice said. The guard placed the Moncler jacket on a table, handed the key of the handcuffs to someone and left. Lynn didn't look up.

"Well, Lynn, it's been a long time."

Lynn's head jerked up. "Claudia!" Her first reaction was relief - Claudia knew her, Claudia would know she hadn't been shoplifting. But then she saw the broad smile on Claudia's lips, the mischievous look in her eyes, and her relief faltered and turned into uncertainty. She realized Claudia had never forgiven her.

"What have you been up to, Lynn? Stolen any more boyfriends lately?"

"Look, Claudia, I'm really sorry about that. I'm not proud of what I did. I was young and stupid."

"It's amazing how quick that apology comes now, when it never came before. But then, you're in a bit of a mess right now, aren't you?"

Claudia walked up close to Lynn and opened the zipper of her jacket a bit, revealing the second jacket underneath.

"My, my, we sure are dressed warm."

Fresh sweatdrops appeared on Lynn's face. She felt the blood rush to her head. Did Claudia know?

That question was answered when Claudia slowly put Lynn's first hood up and tied it.

"Don't you like it better that way?" Claudia asked maliciously. Lynn said nothing.

"Shall I put up the second hood as well?"

Lynn was mortified. Claudia knew about her fetish - she thought she might die of shame right now.

"Answer me, Lynn. Shall I put up the second hood? Yes or no?"

"No."

"Why not? It seems to me you enjoy that. I think I'll put it up anyway."

Claudia, outwardly calm, put up the second hood and tied that one as well, just like Lynn had done in the changing room. Then she sat down at her chair. There was only one chair in the room, so she couldn't have offered Lynn one even if she'd wanted. Lynn stood in the middle of the room, wrapped up in her two down jackets with the hoods up, her arms handcuffed behind her back.

Claudia lazily fingered the Moncler jacket. Lynn felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, watching as the spider take its time to approach.

"So what shall I do with you?"

"Please, just let me go," Lynn whimpered.

"Let you go?" Claudia sounded surprised. "Why would I do that? Look at it from my side. The girl who hurt me so hard once, is now in my power. I know your deepest secret. I have video images that I could send to everyone you know. If I asked you money in exchange for my silence, you'd probably give it. But you're lucky. I won't do that."

A hopeful look appeared on Lynn's face at this. "But you can't deny me a little fun," Claudia continued. "I don't know a whole lot about fetishes, but I intend to find out. So here's the deal. First, you'll take this Moncler jacket and buy it. That's good for our business. Oh, and those Moonboots you were trying on earlier, those as well." A new blush crept into the visible part of Lynn's face at the mention of the Moonboots.

"Next Saturday, you'll come visit me. You'll be wearing these two jackets plus the Moncler jacket, with the hoods up of course. And the Moonboots. You'll call at my door at 10 am exactly. Not earlier, not later. You got all that?"

"Yes," Lynn said softly, knowing she had no choice.

"Good," Claudia smiled, "I'll give you my address." She took a card from her wallet, wrote something on it, and put it in Lynn's pocket.

"I guess I'll take off your handcuffs now. But keep your hoods up. You'll wear them while you buy the jacket and the Moonboots. And when you're done, you immediately put  on the jacket and put the hood up, and put the Moonboots on. Throw your shoes in a thrash can on the way out. You won't need them anymore."

A single tear of pure shame leaked out of Lynn's eye. She was completely at Claudia's mercy.

-- on to part 5 --

Overview

BFF: The Newest Fashion Trend

BFF - the label has been showing up increasingly often in the streets. It is shorthand for "Best Friends Forever", a term that has been popular with teenage girls for some years now. The brand specializes in winter coats and rain jackets - in other words, clothes that protect one from the elements. The twist is that these are designed in such a way that they give someone other than the wearer a certain amount of control over the jacket. The core idea is that one is protected by a loved one - hence the name. It is an intriguing concept, and it's quickly becoming this winter's big trend. Our reporter went out on the street in search of BFF-jackets and their wearers. It turns out not only teenage girls are sporting these new clothes.

Marissa (27)

Right outside the BFF-store I meet Shania, Marion, Agneta, Cathy and Marissa. Marissa is already wearing her new coat - a black, knee-length BFF down mantle. She looks very happy about it. "Today is my birthday," she explains, "so we're having a girls' day. Some shopping first, then we go to the movies, a nice restaurant, and a couple of bars tonight. This is my birthday present - isn't it beautiful?"

And what about the 'restrictions' of a BFF coat? "Yes, these clothes all have ways to make you dependant on others, that's why they bought it for me of course," Marissa laughs. "This mantle for example has zippers that start in the armpits and go down all the way to your wrists. When those are fully zipped up, your arms are kept by your side so you're pretty helpless. The sleeves are also long enough to cover your fingers completely and can also be closed with zips. As you see, they wasted no time doing them all up." Marissa wriggles her arms while she says that, and it's clear that her arms are indeed securely kept by her sides.

So why did the girls buy this mantle for Marissa? Shania says: "Marissa is just the craziest girl I know. She's always wandering off and finding things and fidgeting around - like a toddler in a toy store. This coat has some great features - look at this." She bends over and pulls some strings in the bottom part of the mantle. Marissa tries to walk but finds her steps now severely limited. Because it's quite cold, the girls decide Marissa should have her hood up. Despite Marissa's weak protests, Cathy ties the hood firmly around her face. "That's the nice thing about this," she explains, "we can decide what's good for her. Marissa will be in that coat the rest of the day, and every next time we hang out together. Doesn't she look snug in her hood? We'll probably keep her like that all day."

Marissa smiles but her eyes betray her uncertainty and she doesn't sound too sure of herself while she says: "They're just kidding, you know."

Mark (14)

Mark is wearing a blue BFF down jacket. It looks completely ordinary though. When asked about his BFF jacket, he explains: "My mother bought it for me. I have to cycle to school every day, and my mum always insisted I wore my hood, but I usually didn't. But this jacket has a hood with a time lock. She sets it at 30 minutes, and then it's impossible to take the hood off or unzip the jacket until the timer has run out."

He shows me the LED display which is hidden under a protective flap on his collar. It can be set at any increment of 10 minutes, up to a maximum of six hours. Has it ever been locked for longer than 30 minutes? "Yeah," Mark admits, "on a school trip once, some of the guys put my hood up and locked it for the full six hours. I had to stay like that the rest of the day - in the bus, in the museum. That was really uncomfortable. It's a thick hood so I got really hot that time."

What does Mark think of his jacket? "It's a bit annoying sometimes, and it can lead to some embarassing situations. My mum also often locks me in the hood when I have to get groceries or stuff like that, and then I can't take it off inside. But it's not as bad as I feared. I've actually come to like wearing the hood. At first I was ashamed to arrive at school with my hood up, and some guys laughed at me. But now everyone's used to it, and they know I can't take my hood off so nobody bothers me about it. In fact, sometimes during recess I lock myself in for 10 minutes, just because it's a nice feeling."

Steve (22)

I spot Steve, a 22-year old student, when he leaves the supermarket . More accurately, I spot his parka, because Steve is hidden completely underneath it. The BFF parka is knee-length and has a snorkel hood which extends about 15 cm in front of his face. The opening has been pulled quite tight, shrouding his face completely in darkness. At the end of the hood clearly dangles a small padlock.

"My girlfriend's idea," comes the muted sound out of the big hood. "As soon as she heard that 'protection by a loved one' commercial, she got me this parka. Every time I leave the appartment, she zips the hood up completely and locks it. For classes, shopping, hanging out with friends, it doesn't matter. She has the only key, so I can't go to bars without her, or do pretty much anything when she's not with me. I just spent half an hour in the supermarket just to find what I needed, because of this hood, and I also kept bumping into people. It's pretty much impossible to maintain any social contacts other than the people I meet with my girlfriend."

The complaints come out in a steady stream. So why does he put up with it? "Because I love that girl," Steve sighs. "Anyway, I guess everything was a bit bottled up as well, and I had to let off steam. I'm not allowed to complain about the parka. She says if I whine too much, she'll buy me the BFF down suit instead and lock me into it permanently."

I guess Steve did not quite get that his words were meant to be published in a newspaper article. Let's hope nothing too bad comes of that...

Chloë (16) and Anja (16)

But of course, although all kinds of people are wearing the BFF clothes, this article would be incomplete without showing off a pair of teenage girls who are actual best friends - then intended audience for the BFF brand, one might say. Chloë and Anja are wearing identical ankle-length bright pink down mantles. Their heads are snugly encased in the  hoods, with a thick fur ruff framing their faces. What's the catch about their mantles?

"The zipper has a magnetic lock," Chloë explains. "It can only be opened by pressing the magnetic key against it. And the key to my zipper is worked into the cuff of Anja's sleeve, and vice versa. The lock can be closed without the key, but it can only be opened by Anja's coat. So when we leave for school in the morning, or for shopping, like today, we lock ourselves in and we know we'll have to stay that way until we're together."

Has this led to any awkward situations? Anja says: "One day Chloë was ill. She had texted me to let me know but I'd seen it too late, so i was already locked in. So I sat at school all morning in my coat, with the hood up. I was very hot and sweaty but I thought of poor Chloë who had a fever so I felt a bit of suffering was fine. During lunch break I visited Chloë so she could unlock me - I needed to pee real bad by then!" Both girls laugh heartily at the anecdote.

BFF is certainly the most interesting brand we've come across in recent fashion trends, and in the end our reporter couldn't resist going into the BFF store herself. She ended up spending a full hour inside, and what do you think - she came in at the editorial office wearing a new, bright red down jacket. What sets it apart is that it has mittens attached to the sleeves. The sleeves themselves are narrow enough that you can't just pull your arms out of the sleeves without opening the jacket first. As the shop assistant has explained, if the hood is put up and tied (with non-elastic drawcords), it covers the zipper and makes it unaccessible. Because of the mittens it's impossible to get out of the hood, and thus out of the jacket.

And yes, when she arrived here she was wearing the hood - the shop assistant had politely asked her if she wanted it up, and in a daring moment she had said yes. We helped her out, of course... but only after she promised we could put her hood up again when she leaves for home tonight.

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Dear Sarah

Dear Sarah,

I'm sorry I didn't email you earlier this week. I had a very busy work at work. John was supposed to help me with the household chores, but... ah, I'll get to that later.

Please do tell me more about the developments in Peru. How was Ida's birthday? I bet she was really pleased with your present. The pictures of your new family are great. You already look so much part of that family, I hope you don't forget your other sister back in Europe! :-)

I was going to tell you about John and how difficult it is to get him to DO something. I love him in a million ways but the only thing I hate is he's. So. Lazy. As I said my work week was hell (had to run 11-hour shifts pretty much every day) so I counted on him to some work. Guess what, he didn't. The one thing that really drove me mad was that our clothes needed to be washed. Like, really badly. I was even out of fresh underwear! But John just didn't do it. Of course he doesn't refuse to do - I'm sure he totally intends to do it, it just never happens. It's always "later tonight" until eventually it's "tomorrow I'll do it, for sure".

Today I finally managed to get home earlier from work. I could've done it myself, at that point, and at first I wanted to do it. But then I got frustrated that, for the first time I got home at a decent hour all week, I'd have to do the chores that John has been postponing all week. It was his job to do this - he had promised it many times by now - and today I was gonna MAKE him do it. It's not even that much work - just take it all to the laundry (as you know, we don't have a washing machine at our appartment), put it in the machine, sit there for half an hour, and come back.

So shortly after me, he comes home. And he's all like "hi honey" but I'm having none of it. I think I made it clear that I was mad at him and that he had to do the laundry NOW. Although his first reaction started "can't I just -" but I went "NO YOU DO IT RIGHT NOW". And then he finally got that guilty look in his eyes and said "sorry Liz" and "okay okay I'll get started". But I wasn't finished with him. I said "there's something else, you're getting punished". And I swear his first thought was of something completely wrong and he looked at me with eyes full of mischief and went "punished?" like it was a game. Well I put my angry face right on and told him that it wasn't a game and that I was completely serious.

This was all right after he came home, so he was still wearing his coat - a very thick black down jacket which he bought last week. As I told you in another email, I thought it was a bit silly to buy that as he has another black down jacket that still seems fine to me, but I didn't care much. But now it had made me come up with an idea. So I told him to take off his jacket, and then handed him the old one to put on. He was all "why" but I quickly shut him up with my angry look. I had him zip it up all the way, then handed him his new jacket and made him put that on and also zip it up completely. Then I said "you'll wear these until the laundry is done, and if you take them off or even unzip them before then I'll kill you".

He started collecting all the clothes - four huge bags of them, I told you he had been postponing it for a LONG time. By the time he was ready to go, he was sweating. Then I said "come over here" and started putting up his hoods. Three of them; first a sweatshirt hood and then both very thick down hoods. I tied them all so just his face was barely showing. He looked like an arctic explorer by then! Except for the sweatdrops. He protested a bit because he was scared somebody would see him like that but I cut him off. "It's your punishment and I'm not joking about this. You'll go to the laundry like this. You can only take off your hoods once you're inside. You don't unzip your jackets. And before you leave you put your hoods up exactly like this. Understood?"

And he nooded meekly and went out the door. I stepped into the corridor and watched as he pushed the elevator button. I swear I saw his hands shake a bit and I understood why; what if someone was in the elevator when it arrived? So finally it arrives and he reaches to open it and startles! Sure enough our neighbour steps out of the elevator. He said something but I couldn't hear what. John mumbled something ("sorry" I think) and scrambles to get in the elevator with his four bags. The neighbour looks at the back of his enormous hood. I smile inwardly and quickly get inside and close the appartment door so the neighbour doesn't see me. They're a young couple who live in the appartment right next to us - I wonder if he told his girlfriend how John was dressed?

Anyway, I think my method worked. Later I passed by the laundry and looked through the window and saw him sitting there. The hoods were down but the jackets were still zipped up and the hoods were so thick they stood right behind his head. And when he got home they were up and tied exactly like before. (Would have been funny if the neighbours would just happen to leave when he arrived! But they didn't, luckily for him.) When he came in I told him to hang up all the laundry and only after he was finished he could take off his hoods. His reaction was "yes Liz"!

After he finished I took off his hoods and asked if he had learned his lesson now. And John said he knew he had deserved it. He's so cute when he says that!! :-) My mood was a lot better by then (although I wasn't really showing it to John yet) so I was kind of joking when I said "in the future if you don't do the chores, I'll dress you like that to do them. With some additions, if it keeps happening!" And he just looked at me earnestly (not realizing I was joking - I still had my Serious Face on!) and said "yes Liz, I think that's for the best, it'll make me behave better. I'm really sorry about this week." And I just embraced him and kissed him and I love him so much!

Sorry I've been rambling on about this but it was a pretty special moment and it's literally the only interesting thing to happen this week. And maybe it's crazy but I'm thinking I might actually have to do this again at some point - when his laziness takes the upper hand again. It seems like John even agrees with me on this! Maybe next time I'll make him wear my Moonboots as well - or I could put ducttape on his hood so he can't take it off while inside. There's a lot of possibilites here!

I have to end here - another long day at work tomorrow, so it's bed-time for me. John has promised to the groceries...

Love to Ida and the rest of the family,
Love you,
Your sis,
Liz





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