Jody, The Beginning

As mentioned in my first post, I am a woman in her late 40’s who, piece by piece, handed over a substantial portion of my existence to a young woman, Jody, now in her early 20’s. I met Jody through a mutual friend, Kelly, in spring of 2004. This friend believed Jody needed an older woman to talk with since her relationship with her biological mom was less than ideal. I wasn’t too keen on the idea; I had no kids of my own, never wanted any, and didn’t think I was the right person to assume that role. But this friend insisted. Being the dutiful person I am, and not to disappoint my friend, I extended myself. Jody and I began conversations, sporadically at first, then more frequently. Our conversations were non sexual, light and bantering. I tried to focus on the standard mom-type things, trying to discern Jody’s past and her rift with her mom. I hoped to learn how I might best be of assistance, if indeed I could at all. Then about the end of 2004 or the beginning of 2005 she became more direct with me. I can remember her telling me you don’t want to be a mom to me, you want me sexually. I retorted with denial and indeed at that time I had no interest. If anything my attempts to side step issues of sexuality only increased Jody’s soft, yet persistent comments.

Our platonic conversations became more sexually oriented. I shied away, yet her brash youthful nature pecked away at me, revealing her more sinister, precocious fascinations with me. I began having a more difficult time fending off this now 18 year old vixen. I found myself becoming engaged with her presence, wondering why this girl could hold such sway over someone my age or even why she was interested at all. This girl was proving to be tenacious, unrelenting. Eventually she revealed that she was experienced with handling women my age. I cannot relate the content for that would violate a trust but the nature of her experiences left me trembling sometimes. I wanted to terminate the friendship, yet for some reason I couldn't.

"I want you to get towels, put them on the floor and pee on them for me …" I remember her saying one day. No, I replied. Why not, she pressed? I stalled, resisted for weeks as I remember. If I capitulated on one facet of her requests, I feared I was playing a loosing game, entering a realm where I could not win. The demand was repeated over and over. Despite my alleged maturity and well founded fears, a moment arrived and I finally agreed. I found myself going to the guest bathroom and grabbing towels and complying. How naive I was to think that, okay I’ll do it once and she’ll get it out of her system.

Nearly five years later, we’ve come full circle. I drafted a document giving her control and ownership of me. I am her adopted daughter, she now my mom. She makes the vast majority of my decisions... what I wear, who I see, things like that. I have become the child and yielding to her has become a way of life, one which I will continue to detail.