A Letter From A Friend

 A Letter From A Friend

(Note: I did not write this letter, it was sent to me by a writer named Joe)


Dear Alec,

Although my wife has her Masters degree in electrical engineering the recent slowdown in the job market has made it difficult for her to find work.  Since I was going to be stationed overseas for the next few months we decided that my wife should save money by getting rid of our apartment and living with my mother.

My wife wasn't too keen on the idea since she has never gotten along well with my mother.  But when my wealthy mother sweetened the pot by offering to help us out with the down payment on the house we've been saving for, the offer was too good to refuse.

I should take a moment to explain that my wife is a very pretty blonde who stands a petite 4 foot 11, while my mother stands nearly six foot and is stoutly build.  My wife has always found my mother overbearing and bossy, but since my wealthy mother is an expert money manager my wife reluctantly agreed that my paychecks should be sent directly to my mother to help us save for the house.



The friction started almost immediately.  My mother declared that my wife's stylish and fashionable clothes were way too dressy for my wife's "summer vacation" in her rural neighborhood.  She immediately had all of my wife's clothing and jewelry put into storage and marched my wife to the local Wall Mart for more "appropriate" clothing.  My petite wife was horrified when my mother marched her past the adult clothes and into the "Junior Miss" section of the store.

My wife hated the cheap midriff baring T-shirts and "day of the week" underpants my mother bought her, but my mother insisted that the clothes were a bargain and buying more expensive clothes for my "an unemployed underachiever" like my wife was simply wasteful.

My mother insisted my wife model each and every purchase for her, and soon my mother began "saving time" by leaving the dressing room curtain open and even pulling my wife's clothing off in the public store areas.  The chirpy 18-year-old store clerk who was helping them offered no assistance and was clearly amused by wife's transformation from well-dressed executive to tarty teen!

My mother rolled over my wife's objections.  "I'm paying the bills and I'll make the decisions!" my mother said as she handed my blushing wife a pair of cotton underpants emblazoned with colorful balloons and clowns, propelling her into the changing booth with a sharp slap across her posterior.  My wife's face turned crimson as she scurried into the dressing room while the bratty sales clerk tittered in amusement.

My wife's wonder bras were seized that day, and now she is forced to wear undershirts that totally flattened out her tiny chest.  When my wife complained my mother's response was devastatingly brutal.  "You simply don't have the figure for a bra, dear" she patronized.  "Maybe we'll get you a training bra in a few years!"

My mother forced my educated and highly intelligent wife into a job as a burger flipper at the mall.  Since my wife works double shifts she has no free time to look for another job.  My mother has also cancelled my wife's Internet access and she is not allowed to use the telephone without permission.  All of my wife's technical and business journals have been cancelled, and out of sheer intellectual desperation she now finds herself reading "Seventeen" and the other teenybopper magazines my mother purchases for her.

My wife finds her burger-flipping job humiliating and demeaning, and she detests her boss, a pimply faced 19-year-old geek who calls her "shortcakes".  Her boss blames her whenever anything goes wrong, and takes malicious delight in belittling her intellectual abilities and mocking her "airhead blondeness" in front of the smirking customers.

My mother has arranged for my wife to take a class in shorthand at a private school that is run by a friend of my mothers.  Unfortunately for my wife the school is a reformatory with a rather strict dress code, which means that my wife is forced to cycle across town every day in a short plaid skirt, blue blazer, white blouse, white knee high socks, and tie.

When I saw the picture my mother sent me of my wife in her new uniform I understood why my wife hated it.  My wife looks like a teenager again, especially since school regulations require her to keep her hair in pigtails.

To make matters worse, the school practices corporal punishment, and my wife has received several bare bottom paddling from her lecherous shorthand teacher.   When my wife complained my mother told her that she needed "consistent discipline, both at home and school".  The next day my mother purchased a large razor strap engraved with my wife's name and the words, "For her BARE fanny".

My mother straps my wife's bare backside for the tiniest infraction, and she has hung the strap in the entrance hallway of the house.  My mother discusses my wife's shameful bare bottom discipline with everyone who visits the house, much to my wife's chagrin.  Every time the milkman sees her, he rubs his bottom and winces before giving her knowing smile and a wink.

No one finds her situation unusual.  Since my wife is always dressed in either her school uniform, her burger flipping uniform, or the teasing tarty clothes my mother picked out for her, no one suspects that she isn't a teenager.

My wife's pimply boss realizes how old she is, since my mother showed him my wife's social security card when she got the job.  He has taken advantage of my wife's predicament by demanding sexual favors, and my wife is fondled when cornered. When my wife complained to my mother she was strapped her for "making up childish stories" and "being disrespectful to her boss"!

My mother now discusses my wife's "behavior problems" with her boss on a weekly basis.  Since an unsatisfactory progress report means a spanking, my wife has been forced to submit to the lustful teenager's demands.

My beautiful 28-year-old wife had tears in her eyes the first time she was forced to drop to her knees and service the leering 19-year-old High School drop out.  The manager openly taunts her about her "overtime" in front of the other employees, and now everyone at the burger stand calls her "BJ".

My wife finds her reduction in status and the loss in her adulthood deeply humiliating.  She recently was tossed out of a 7-11 because "there were too many kids in the store", and one night the police even picked her up for violating curfew!  Since my mother seized her purse shortly after her arrival, my wife had no way of proving that she was an adult.  My mother decided to teach my wife a lesson by forcing her to spend the night in Juvenile Hall, and has even threatened to send her back to Juvenile Hall or to enroll her in the reformatory full time if she continues to question my mother's authority.

I keep telling my wife that we've already saved enough for the house and I'll be home soon to rescue her.  But I recently found out that I am going to be stationed overseas for another year.

What should I tell my wife to do?


- ANXIOUS IN THE ARMY