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TABLE TALK
By Bea
Bea's note: Just a taste of Halloween!
I could literally feel my eyes enlarge and grow round as the impact of
what she had said hit me.
"What - what- was that you said darling?" I stammered.
She gazed calmly at me from the head of the table.
"As you're perfectly aware? I'm not really happy with repeating
myself," she said softly but with a sarcastic edge to her voice.
"Are you listening now? Think you can assimilate what I'm saying?"
"Yes dear. I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Very well," I said.
"That is no way for you to speak to your mother Melissa. I think you
should apologize to her immediately."
"But my name isn't... I didn't say anything wrong to my mom..."
"Your name is now Melissa, and you may not have said anything wrong to
your mother, but your tone was very aggressive and masculine, so I want
you to apologize. Now, please?"
I shrugged helplessly and looked at my mom sitting across the table from
me. She didn't seem surprised at me being humbled in this fashion,
actually smiling pleasantly and apparently waiting for my apology.
"Sorry mom. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I said.
Before she could answer, Ruth interrupted. "Melissa!" she said sharply,
"That is NO way to apologize! First of all you will address her as
'mummy'- and that is how I wish you to address her from now onwards. You
will speak to her softly as a young lady should and? As a gesture of
respect, I want you to stand while you apologize and, though you don't
have an apron on, take the side of your pants in your hands and curtsey.
Please?"
I looked at her helplessly, subjugated beyond all belief. "Please Ruth?
Don't do this...?"
"What color of panties do you have on Melissa?" she asked, soft and
dangerous.
"Blue." I replied after a few seconds pause, staring down at the table
now.
"Light blue or dark blue?"
"Dark blue."
"Ah! That's what it is. Your panties are far too masculine. Giving you
silly ideas. For the next week? Frilled pink ones only dear.
Understand?"
"Yes."
"And look up at me when you are being spoken to please. Shyness is all
very well in a young lady, but can be carried too far at times. Don't
you agree Dora?"
"Oh yes Ruth. Absolutely!" mummy tittered. "But 'Melissa'? What a lovely
name! I'd always wanted him to be 'Pamela' but I think that your choice
is much better!"
Ruth nodded smugly. "Yes. Must admit that I'm very pleased with it
myself. Just one thing Dora? From now on? I'd like Melissa to be thought
of as a 'she'. Starting tonight, she's going to dress and act
properly..."
Mummy clapped her hands together in a picture of surprised girlish
delight. "What a lovely idea Ruth! Pretty frocks and dresses?.."
"Of course. Skirts and blouses as well.."
"Makeup?"
"Of course. And hair and nails. Going to turn my husband into the
daughter you always wanted." Ruth said confidently. "But first things
first. Melissa? The apology?"
Blushing in my humiliation, I stood up, pushing my chair back as I did
so. Then I took a hold of each pant leg at the sides of my knees and
bobbed a small curtsey. "I'm very sorry for being so naughty mummy" I
said in the little soft girlish voice that Ruth had been training me to
use. "Please forgive me."
"Of course, Melissa dear," mummy said.
I looked at Ruth then, to see if my apology had been acceptable. She
smiled openly. "Very nice Melissa. You may sit down again. But until
we're finished, speak when you're spoken to. Don't interrupt two women
when they're talking. Nod if you understand."
I nodded meekly and sat down.
Mummy was staring admiringly at Ruth. "You've done such wonders with him
- I mean 'her' of course. I always wanted to dress her properly, but she
used to get all quarrelsome and naughty every time I tried."
"But what about that all-girl party of Susan Smith's when he was a
kid?" Ruth asked. "When he wore that adorable pink party dress? Did he
volunteer for that?"
Mummy giggled. "Well, not exactly. He was about thirteen and absolutely
crazy for a bike, so I bought him a really nice one, but he refused to
use it."
"Too big for him?"
"No. I thought it was SO pretty! A lovely shade of mauve and, naturally,
a girl's bike. But the poor little dear cried and cried and stomped his
feet, so I finally agreed to negotiate with him."
"I see! He had to wear the dress and go to the party to get the bike?"
"Yes. I was friends with Susan's mother, so getting the invitation was
no problem." She paused. "I thought he was SO pretty in that dress," she
added dreamily.
Ruth smiled. "He was, Dora. Trust me. I'd been invited, but wasn't going
to go until I found out he'd be there. It was at that party when I
realized that I wanted him for myself. He was just so cute and girlish.
Did you know I kissed him there for the first time?"
Mummy laughed "I wasn't sure, but knew that something had happened. He
came home, very confused. I didn't even have any problem in keeping him
in the dress until he went to bed that night. And then I was so worried
when you became his girlfriend officially. Being such a tomboy and all.
I was scared that you'd make him all boyish."
"No fear of that" Ruth laughed. "When we played team games, I made sure
that everybody made sure to leave him for me. I used to pick him after
the girls. Always assigned her to the spots usually given to girls.
Sometimes would make him play just girl games. I wouldn't let anyone
tease him though. Beat up a couple of boys who tried. But do you mind?
I'd like to say something to Melissa?"
"Of course Ruth! Go ahead." Mummy said.
"Melissa? Did you notice that your mother and I said used terms like
'he', 'him', and his' when talking about you in that last little
discussion?"
"Yes Ruth. I did." Wondering what I'd done wrong now.
"After this? Anyone makes that mistake again? I want you to remind them
that your name is Melissa, and that you're a girl. Understand?"
"Yes Ruth."
"Well then? Let's hear you tell us."
Mummy beamed with pleasure when I informed them, in my 'girl' voice that
my name was Melissa and that I was a girl. She actually got up out of
her chair and came to me, then kissed me lightly on both cheeks.
"Oh Melissa! We're going to be SUCH friends!" she emoted.
"Yes Dora. You are!" my wife said. "I have a small surprise for you. The
reason I asked you to pack suitcases? Tomorrow I'd like you to drive her
up to a cabin I've rented in the mountains for a month. You'll have her
all to yourself for three weeks so that you can bond as mother and
daughter, and she can learn all the things a young woman should know.
I'll come up for the fourth week, and see how she's doing."
"What a wonderful idea!" mummy enthused. "Isn't it Melissa? I can show
you how to do your hair and your nails. How to walk and sit properly!
How to.."
"Don't forget makeup!" Ruth laughed. "I want her pretty! But Melissa?
You didn't answer your mother. It IS a wonderful idea, isn't it?"
I managed a weak smile. "Yes Ruth. It sounds like fun. But who'll look
after you while I'm gone?"
Ruth smiled at mummy. "You really did a wonderful job of bringing her
up. So thoughtful! So considerate!" She turned back to me. "Thank you
darling, but I'm going on a business trip starting the day after
tomorrow and will be gone for about three weeks."
"I was wondering why you were doing this on such short notice Ruth."
Mummy said.
Ruth looked puzzled. "Short notice? Oh no. I've been getting Melissa
ready for this change-over for almost a year now. Practically the month
after we were married... ."
"That was such a nice wedding! Your dress was gorgeous!" mummy
interrupted brightly.
"It was, wasn't it?" Ruth mused. "Though you've no idea how much I
wanted Melissa to wear it instead of me."
"Wish you had!" mummy laughed. "I always wanted to be 'Mother of the
Bride'."
"It was probably too early for it." Ruth explained. "I was scared that
I'd frighten her off." She paused. "But, as I was saying? I planned for
Melissa's conversion to a girl for tonight, over a year ago."
"Tonight? What's special about tonight Ruth?"
"Halloween Dora! Halloween! I've got her 'coming out' costume all picked
out for her.."
"Ooh Lovely! A sort of transition costume?"
"Well, not really. You see, I'm going to have her be my personal maid
when you're finished with her, and I had a chance to get some really
sexy uniforms - satins and taffetas - and some work uniforms of course.
I thought I'd give her the opportunity to ease into her new wardrobe,
you know?" She turned to me. "Later? When you go to your own room? That
used to be the spare? You'll find four gorgeous maid's uniforms in your
closet. You can pick any one you want to wear tonight.." she paused.
"Though there IS a dark blue one there, and if you wear it, I'll expect
you not to get too masculine?"
"How considerate you are Ruth! That is really kind. Isn't she wonderful
to you Melissa?" Mummy asked sincerely.
All I could do was gape at what Ruth was describing as what my role in
our marriage was going to be. Her icy voice brought me back to reality.
"Melissa? Dora asked you a question which you have made no attempt to
answer. That is the last time you will be rude to your mother tonight.
Go and fetch the long handled hair brush from my room. Take your
trousers and shoes off while you're there. Throw them in the trash. You
won't be needing them from now on. And don't dawdle!"
The fire in her eyes was not being communicated to her calm, modulated
voice, but I knew I was going to be spanked. Almost in tears already, I
jumped to my feet and, just remembering to excuse myself from the table,
hurried away to do her bidding.
When I returned, my face was afire. My shirt was long enough to hide the
fact that I was wearing panties, but the suspender straps holding my
stockings up were clearly visible. Mummy didn't notice though. She was
too busy listening to Ruth.
"... it wasn't too difficult then to get her into baby dolls. She cried
a couple of times, but after I started making her wear proper things
into the office when she'd been unappreciative.."
"Proper things? I don't understand." Mummy asked.
"Lingerie. Panties, bras, garter belts, stockings. That sort of thing.
Once I made her wear a lacy blouse as well, but she wore her jacket over
it so thinks that the girls didn't catch on."
"Who are the girls now?" mummy asked.
"I think you've met them all. Elsie Stevens is Melissa's secretary.
Colleen Raitt the clerk, and Joan Free the office girl."
"Not much turnover amongst them then?" mummy said.
"No. Elsie is a good boss. The girls all like her."
"Melissa's not the boss?"
"Heaven's no!" Ruth laughed. "Of course, everyone pretends she is, but
the business you established and left to him is based on solid business
practices.."
"Excuse me Ruth? My name is Melissa and I'm a girl.." I said faintly.
"Not a 'him'"
"Very good Melissa!" Ruth said quietly, smiling. "I said that on
purpose, just to see if you caught on. Now, over my knees like a good
girl. Two spanks less for you now as a reward for being such a clever
girl."
She had pushed her chair away from the table to make room for me. As I
approached her, the phone rang.
"Oh bother!" she snapped, then added. "Use the conference call on the
phone - and identify yourself properly! Then get back and go over my
knees. This is getting ridiculous! You've been begging for a paddling
all night and things just keep getting in the way!"
I switched on the conference call on the telephone. "Anderson residence.
Melissa speaking."
"Good evening Melissa. How are you?"
"Good evening Elsie." I answered politely. "I'm fine. Yourself?"
"Just wonderful Melissa. Just one thing? Please call me Miss Stevens
from now on please."
I was heading for Ruth's chair, but this command almost stopped me in my
tracks.
"Miss Stevens? I don't understand.."
As I said this, I heard some muted giggles come over the phone. I sagged
as I realized that Colleen and Joan were also in on the conference call.
"No need for understanding dear," Elsie was saying now. "I'm the new
office manager. When you return, your wife has asked me to take you on
as the office girl. I'm just calling to let you know what will be
expected of you."
"Yes Miss Stevens. Thank you." I said, gently laying face down over my
wife's knees, after handing her the long handled, silver-backed, hair
brush. I felt my shirt tail being pushed out of the way to reveal my
panties.
Elsie's voice sounded much deeper over the phone, I thought, trying to
keep my mind off the punishment that was coming. "Very good Melissa,"
she was saying "First of all, I expect good behavior from you.
Understood?"
"Yes Miss Stevens," I said as the first stinging blow landed on my
backside. I couldn't help it. Let out an 'oooh' of pain.
"What was that?" Elsie asked.
"Melissa was a little naughty. I'm taking some corrective action." Ruth
answered solemnly.
"I hope she'll stay away from being naughty for me." Elsie laughed.
"I'm sure she will!" Ruth said with a little pant as she landed the
next blow. I squealed.
Elsie started to giggle as she worked her way through the catechism of
what was expected of me, interrupted every so often by the sharp sound
the brush made on my satin clad rump, my occasional whimper, then my
soft crying.
I was to dress properly. Skirts, blouses, and dresses suitable for an
office. My hair had always to be properly neat and tidy. My makeup was
to be applied conservatively. I was NOT to spend all day gossiping with
the other girls. I was expected to run errands, make the coffee and tea
for everyone. I was to practice my typing on a special software package
which would run on the computer that was available in the cabin. I was
to be capable of at least forty-five words per minute when I started in
the office. It would also be a good idea for me to learn embroidery or
crocheting so that I could join everyone at lunch and breaks in the
office. As an afterthought, I was told that I'd be using the same rest
room as the other girls. Miss Stevens would be taking over mine.
I was still sobbing quietly, even though my spanking was over. Ruth was
softly caressing my backside with the flat of her palm using a slow
circular motion which I usually found to be very soothing. Then another
protection I thought I had established was crushed. My mother had asked
Elsie why she hadn't been surprised when I'd answered the phone as
Melissa.
"Why Dora, we've all known he was a little sissy from the word go."
Elsie said. "Coming in here with his nylon stockings showing.."
"And his suspender straps..." this from Colleen.
"And that pretty blouse with the lacy bra under it that time! I was SO
jealous!" Joan piped up.
"And I couldn't very well just whisk her away tomorrow without notifying
her co-workers now, could I?" laughed Ruth.
"Are we still all invited over tonight?" Elsie asked.
"Of course!" Ruth answered. "And Melissa will be answering the door for
all of you - in one of her pretty new uniforms!"
"OH! That reminds me!" Colleens voice came over the speakers. "Does she
have a pink one? I pretty one?"
"Yes. A satin one. All lace trim. Lots of frills and flounces." Ruth
laughed. "Why?"
"Could I ask that she wear that one?"
"Well, I had said that she could have her choice, but if you've got a
good reason...?"
"I think so." Colleen replied. "Remember last month when.. when.. she
was a he? And spoke to my Girl Guide group?"
"Yes. What did he.. she do?"
"Said that girls didn't have the same career path as men.."
"She DIDN'T!" Ruth exclaimed.
"Yes she did!" Colleen replied.
"I see what you want Colleen," Ruth said. "Want her to point out to the
girls that she chose a maid's job because it was better suited to her
than a man's job?"
"Yes, sort of. But more like saying that sex barriers are coming down.
That if a man can do a maids job? What's to stop a girl from being an
engineer or a cowboy - or anything else."
"Great idea!" Ruth said, giving my backside a sharp spank. "You'll
enjoy telling these young girls all that when they visit tonight, won't
you Melissa? Okay, up and running. Get your uniform on. Then get back
out here and your mother will help you with your makeup."
As I started to obey her instructions, mummy spoke thoughtfully. "Ruth?
You want Melissa to learn the girl things like sewing, dressmaking. That
sort of thing?"
"Yes Dora. Of course! Absolutely!"
"Well? I was just wondering? Suppose we packed your wedding gown and
took it with us? We could maybe take it in a little to fit Melissa?
Maybe have a little private ceremony when we got back? Her being the
bride this time?"
Ruth clapped her hands. "Wow! What an idea! Dora, you're a genius!"
I remembered something and spoke up quietly. "Ruth? You loaned the veil
to Joan Simmonds for her wedding. Remember? I don't think she's returned
it yet."
"That's RIGHT Melissa! How nice of you to think of that!" Ruth said,
giving me a quick kiss.
"Well, the effect would be completely lost without the veil, wouldn't
it?" I said, blushing happily.
The End
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