A sissy called Jezebel Part XXII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXI - Spanning the globe to bring you the
constant variety of sports... the thrill of victory... and the agony of
defeat... the human drama of athletic competition... This is Jezebel's
Wide World of Sports!
Once we get to the parking lot of the sports complex that my competition
is at, Mistress Valerie is waiting for us in mother's luxury sports
coupe. Mother didn't want to get "busted" driving separately, because
only mother is going to my competition with me. I pull out all my gear
for my performance from the trunk. At the last minute, Mistress V, still
in her muddy soccer gear, decides to stay and watch me compete, just to
see what 'all the fuss is about.' I'm thrilled. It shows that Mistress
V and my mother are getting more 'serious' as Valerie is included in more
family stuff, and also, Valerie never wants to admit to liking 'girly'
stuff like, well anything I do, but I see her smiling at ballet recitals;
when she lets her guard down. The big softie. Abbie now gets behind the
wheel with Auntie Eden sitting next to her, and the rest of my family
rolls out in Godzilla.
Mother is really dedicated to both signing up her children for tons of
after school activities and sports, and, in my opinion, she is really
dedicated to attending her kids' events. But I know, I am pretty low on
the pecking order. The twins would just die if their Mother wasn't there
for some recital, or school play. They're just seven for goodness sake,
so they get priority. Abigail is female, and automatically trumps my
events, ahem, usually, but not always, like if I am in the finals for
something. So Mom is often going to Abbie's equestrian events, swim
team, debate team, and (yawn) chess team. So Auntie Eden or Hepzibah may
go in her stead to one of my events, (I mean try to keep Hepzie from one
of my twirling competitions), but mother insists that they video it, and
give her a full report. (One of these days Syn's going to have ballet,
Tabby is going to be in a play, Abby will be at the jumping finals, I'll
be doing one of my gazzillion sports; and Mother's head will explode.)
Mistress V. helpfully adds, "nice fucking dress Jezzie, did a sherbert
store explode?"
I just smile. Hey Valerie zinged me on a fashion put down.
My Mother adds, "It must be the side of my family that is color blind,
although it is better than that tye-dye themed wedding from last Spring,
although .... A close second for most hideous."
I just grimace, grab my sports bag and follow my tormentors into the
sports complex.
"Although Valerie, it should be noted that MY girlfriend Valerie Van
Cleef made a joke, an actual joke, a little haha if you will, in this
parking lot. (Mother says in a loud voice like she's making an
announcement.) Breaking through that nickname the 'grim reaper',
perhaps. Maybe little missy yuck yucks back there is having an impact?
Hmmmmmm?"
Before Mistress Valerie can think of a retort, I have fallen to my knees,
both hands over my face, trying not to laugh out loud, my whole body
shaking from a case of the giggles. It takes a moment, but I do compose
myself. The look on Valerie's face, it's priceless.
I've got three events today. The aerial silks, corde lisse, and a
demonstration sport, the flexi pole. You've probably seen any of these
disciplines at cirque du soleil. It's a combination of acrobatics,
dancing and turning yourself into a yo-yo, using either two silk
streamers on a single rope. I have six competitors in each discipline
and just to make my life difficult, I see on the competition board, that
I randomly drew the first slot, so I go up first on the two "real
competitions'', so all the other gurls can take aim at my score, and I am
dead last on the flexi-pole, which the sports authority for this school
district is trying to figure out whether they can make a real competition
out of this thing.
Although for a second, I contemplate doing my routines in the
bridesmaid's dress, which would completely destroy it (which would be a
good thing), and at best deeply confuse the judges. I dismiss the idea.
Also I want to get out of this thing as soon as possible. I head towards
the locker room with my mother. My mother is by no means a 'helicopter'
mother, I am sure the locker room will be filled with mothers doing their
gurl's hair and makeup and otherwise 'hovering.' Mother would rather be
in the stands, possibly taking a wee sip from a smuggled flask, and
telling dirty jokes with her gal pals, but I simply cannot compete in the
family chastity. It isn't close to regulation, It's too heavy and I need
to be as light as a fairy. If I fall, I'm likely to dent a beloved
antique, and as much as my mother views my genitalia with complete
disdain, a fall like that could really rupture the 'plumbing.' No
grandkids if that happens. I happily strip off my dress and my slip. I
walk over to a trash can in the locker room and hold it over the
receptacle, and nod yes. Mother shakes her head. "Jezzie, someday your
friends are going to hold an ugly bridesmaid dress party and you are
definitely in contention for getting the door prize with that one.
Also," as she approaches me and grabs the dress, she whispers, "little
'Missy I getting more turned on pain' I may have to get more inventive
next time you chip the china, perhaps wearing this dress for five days
straight, might work better than the lash?"
I look at the dress mortified and nod yes, it would, and then beg her and
shake my head, "please mother not that," I whisper back, "anything but
that. I'll be so good, you won't believe how good I'll be."
Mother laughs at her joke (is it a joke?) and my reaction.
"Find your sports chastity, then sit on that bench over there and
spread-em wide."
I root around in my sports bag and find my sports chastity, then I sit
and spread my thighs for easy access. Several of the other mothers are
craning their necks in somewhat 'casual' interest, perhaps suspecting my
mother has me in a 'fancy' cage. Mother unlocks the McCarthur chastity
and shows it to the other ladies who have dropped all pretenses that
they're 'not' watching us. There are some ooohs and ahhs from the
mothers, hey it's part of the McCarthur mystique, a major clan family. I
get it. "The date on this is that it was forged in 1871, so it's one
hundred fifty years old ladies, what a fantastic legacy." All of the
ladies look at it very admiringly. Mother wraps it in a velvet pouch and
sticks it in her handbag. The show being over they return to hovering
over their kids. Mother puts the sports chastity on me, its carbon
fiber, so super light and protective, in matte black, aerated, and of
course tight, so no chafing, also mother always wants it tight. "Knock
'em dead kiddo." Pep talk over, mother strolls out.
I change into my outfit that looks like an ice skating outfit, because it
is my figure skating outfit from last year (I got booted off the ice
figure skating team this year. I was always on the fence with that team,
and two really talented Gurls showed up and I was out the door.). As I
get dressed I see my competition getting dressed in far more revealing
outfits, with lots of sashes and exposed midriffs. Good luck Gurls,
that's future rope burn or getting tangled in the equipment. I look in
the mirror. My little ice blue and frosted outfit does look very 'ice
princess.' The outfit has a very flouncy skirt that does not cover the
outfits built in panties,at all, that I made sure had just rows and rows
of lace on the butt, so I can constantly 'flash' the audience with my
undies. I braid my hair into a long ponytail. I mean, you've got to
have something to flip around when you're spinning like a top. I head
out of the changing room.
My coach has arrived, Mistress Iserman. Totally and wonderfully out to
lunch. Her hair is a curly mess, her outfit is probably yesterday's
clothes that she slept in. Lots of photos of her cats. I could have
sworn I saw her jalopy in the parking lot, did she sleep overnight there,
or had she been in the woods trying to speak with squirrels, and commune
with nature? She starts by looking at me like she's never seen me
before. It takes her a few minutes for her to get revved up and put it
together that we are here for our competition. She gives me a 'pep talk'
while I stretch out, largely about karma, the universe, and other fairly
granola type ideas. I love her!
I kind of interrupt her by asking should I do the full technical routine,
because I am going first. If I nail it, the other gurls will have to
bring it. She looks at the 'big board' with the order of the events,
clearly noticing it for the first time. Multiple ideas are definitely
running through her head, but probably not about this competition. She
holds up her hands, oh girl, she's going to commune with the 'great
spiritess', this will be good! Now, I have to be fair, Space Cadet
Iserman is a total trip, but she is a fabulous choreographer. Her crazy
ideas blended with my slightly less crazy ideas, and I have, due to her,
incredible routines that tend to blow the doors off my competition.
Let's just say, on event day, I have to be self motivated. Coach Iserman
is waving her hands a bit, but darn it, I don't get full interpretive
dance from her. She tells me that I should just follow my heart, and the
great Poobah (or something) will guide me. Perhaps, thankfully, the
intro music for my routine starts. I grab the rope, and start my
beginning pose.
I start my routine. A few high kicks and a slide from the rope to the
mat. I spin on the mat for a few moments and then climb up the rope. I
hit all my technical points, perfectly and in sync with the music.
Scissor kicks, spins, all by best tricks. I perform two drops and stop
in a perfect pose. I finish up and gracefully descend to the floor. My
coach is looking at her phone, which may or may not actually have a
screen, but I get a good cheer from the crowd and a wolf whistle from
Valerie. Mother looks very proud, several of her friends are hugging
her, and saying something nice to her presumably about me.
It is time for the results from the judges. Now this is supposed to be
the time where I await the judge's scoring with baited breath, my coach
holding my hand, looking intently at each score as it is revealed.
Although Coach Iserman is standing next to me, she spends the entire time
rummaging through her gigantic handbag, looking for...goddess only knows.
She has so much crap in her hands she hands some of it to me. I am now
on the video screen, awaiting my results, holding what appears to be a
broken hair curler (there is no way Colonel friz friz over there would
ever need a curler in a bazillion years) in one hand and something in a
slender plastic case that may be an electric toothbrush, but could also
be a vibrator in the other hand? She is still hunting away as the last of
the scores come up, which are excellent. I am trying desperately, to not
completely crack up, because this is soooooo freakin funny. I literally
guide my coach off the matt, so the next athlete can get start hir
routine. I look up and my mother is absolutely howling in laughter.
The sissy that is next, is my major competition from Sackler. Sie has
the 'eye of the tigress' look, and I know hir routine is excellent. Sie
attacks the rope, but right at her first technique, her calf spasms. You
can see it totally tighten up. Sie is suddenly just holding hirself up
only by hir arms, and is a real risk to fall. I dash to the rope and
climb up it. I climb right up to hir and tell hir put her arms around my
chest, I drop to the floor with hir hanging on to me. Sie can't put any
weight on hir leg so I lower hir to the matt. Hir calf is still
spasming. I look at hir and say, this is going to hurt like crazy, but
just for a minute. I press right on the muscle, and work it. The
Sackler gurl (I have no idea what hir name is) yells out a few
obscenities. But within a minute, hir muscle relaxes. "Wrap it, then
ice it," I tell hir coaches.
With the help of hir coach, sie limps off. I watch the rest of my
competition. Several of my competitors are at schools where they just
started an aerialist gymnastics program, so they have just started
climbing up the learning curve. They do a good job jinxing each other.
One after another it's either slipping, tripping or tangling in the
ropes. Once again, it breaks the same way, in most sissy events;
Templeton first, next Sackler, then everyone else. Unless it's womyns'
sports, then reverse Sackler, and then us, then 'the also rans' or the
'battle for third place.' The other schools hate us. Well don't get
angry kids, get even. I stay on top and take first.
We move on to the silks. I do slightly better on the rope than the
silks, but I it's just a matter of degrees. Except for getting a little
out of sync with the music, my routine is flawless. (One might think
that my coach is watching this routine, but I think she is actually
watching a pigeon flying around the rafters behind me.) we're back up
with the judges' scores. Yep, Coach Iserman is definitely still looking
at the birds. The scores are in and yep, pretty darn killer.
The other gurls look a little defeated. (Well tough titty gurls, I'm here
to win). The most remarkable incident is one of the aerialists, the one
from Stratford has so many tassels and streamers on hir skirt, sie pants
hirself when sie is performing a drop. Also one of the other gurls, in
an equally impractical outfit, decided to do hir number in heels. I know
for 98% of this event we are in the air for this, but you still got to
land. Sie, perhaps predictably, breaks a heel and goes crashing down on
hir landing. Guuuuuurrrrrllllll!! Save that look for the strip club,
chickiepoo.
I gracefully glide in for another victory. The equipment people bring in
the flexible pole. To keep my energy up, I nibble on a homemade granola
bar, really just nuts and dried fruit, and some homemade turkey jerky,
that mother at least lets me slather on the hot sauce. (My family likes
it spicy.).
The other gurls are just glaring at me. I just stay in the 'zone' and
act as though they don't exist. The pole is an interesting apparatus, as
you climb it, it begins to bend over, at some point it hits about 90
degrees, depending on your weight. So you can do all sorts of spins and
twirls at different angles. It's tricky and since this is a'
demonstration' event, most of the athletes did not train on it, at least
much. There is a lot of sliding, slipping, and falling. When we get to
my turn, I am simplifying my routine, no need to take risk here. I leap
to the pole and do a few pole dance routines before I even start climbing
up it. I do a few twirls and continue climb as the pole tilts towards
the horizontal. I perform a number of gymnastic spins, ending in a
handstand on the top of the pole and perform a split. I keep my balance
even though my body is shaking. I do some more spins and then pick up
speed for my dismount, on to a huge air mattress. I somersault in the
air and nail the landing. The audience gives me a big applause and the
scores come in and I make it a clean sweep.
We file out for the medal ceremony. The Sackler athlete walks out on
crutches, with hir leg in a compression bandage. All of us competitors,
get on our knees. And bow towards the judges. We stay kneeled as our
trophies are awarded to our coaches, and our medals are awarded to our
mothers, or other adult womyn. My mother accepts my three first place
medals but then has them placed around my neck for photographs with the
silver and bronze gurls. Perhaps suspecting that my coach's acceptance
speech might be a little off subject, the head judge hands the microphone
to my mother. "Jezzie would like to thank judges, the coaches, and the
competitors for a great tournament. I noticed a number of young sissies
in the audience and we certainly hope that this sport continues to grow."
She pauses, turns to me and winks. 'Uh oh' I think to myself. She
continues, "you know the Doctor said when I gave birth to Jezzie,
congratulations Mrs. McCarthur it's a bouncing baby spider monkey." She
looks down at me. "Also ladies, my little spawn does not have a date to
Charity ball tonight at the Green Pines country club tonight." I turn
beet red and hide my face in my hands. I am beyond mortified. "Yes
sie's 100% available, stand up dear. Give the audience a little twirl."
I comply. Although, I wish I could slip in between the cracks of the
hardwood floor. "Yes, once again, ladies you have the power to prevent
Jezebel from going 'hind' to the Harvest Moon Gala." The audience breaks
into a mixture of laughter and some cat calls. Mother leans over and
just gives me the most 'innocent' of smiles, and whispers "Gotcha."
As we exit the complex, mother does have her arm around my shoulder. I
can tell she's proud of me. But she's not done teasing me. "Now Jez, if
you just put yourself out there and shake your little moneymaker more, I
wouldn't have to resort to such desperate measures to find you a date. I
mean honestly, do you think I enjoy having to practically sell you off at
the bargain counter? I mean thank the Goddess all my other children are
just perfect, with some exceptions." She pinches my cheeks.
"I am sorry to be such a burden Mother, I don't know how you put up with
me?" I say with a smile and very dramatically.
"Well finally the truth comes out. Such a disappointment." She hugs me
a little harder.
She points at one of her friends making her way to her car in the parking
lot "Marion, sissy for sale twenty five cents or best offer."
She points at another Mother that she probably doesn't know, "you there,
defective sissy for sale, one farthing, half a hay-penny. Well just
think about it, no refunds though."
Finally, and mercifully, we get to the car.
As we get in Valerie says, "I certainly hit the right tournament, you
crushed it Jezzie."
"Also, I was very proud when you helped that Sackler sissy from falling,
although mercy is for the weak." Although Mother is saying that last part
in a joking manner, I am not completely convinced Mother is entirely
joking.
Mistress V loves driving mother's all electric sports coupe in the
'insane' mode. We tear out of the parking lot with 'mad Maxine' Valerie
behind the wheel. As we are crushed into our seats, mother is flipping
through her phone looking at the arranged dating apps for sissies. I am
allowed to find my own dates. Well that's not quite accurate, sissies
never ask anyone for a date, we are entirely passive in the dating game.
So, I am allowed to flirt, coquette, and vamp with any womyn, that I want
(with just some basic common sense limitations), and that womyn can
request permission from my mother (usually just a formality) for a date,
which mother almost always agrees to. Mother's philosophy on my dating,
is cast a wide net and see if you land any big game fish with all the
chum. But the majority of my dates are arranged by my mother. There is
a looooonnngggg tradition of arranged dating between the larger
established families, and my mother loves the game. I'm her first
victim. Francisca was interested in only dating females, and Abigail is
into boys. I'm the first child she has her hooks into and she is totally
into the give and take, the bazaar, that is the sissy dating game.
Mother is constantly going back forth, trying to find the 'suitable'
match. This, by the way , from a person who told us multiple times, that
she resented her parents making arrangements for her dating. Of course
mother is female and could express an opinion to HER parents. Me. Not
so much. I just take it as it comes. I enjoy the dates, usually.
Certainly, they are more fun than staying home and polishing the silver.
But mother has set me up with some real duds. Of course the dating game
is rigged against sissies. Some womyn are just interested exclusively in
dating other womyn, so the womyn that are interested in dating sissies,
have a 'target rich environment.' Quite frankly, if mother wants to do
all that 'fighting' for me, more power to her. I just throw on a dress,
and get ready to laugh at my date's jokes, whether they are funny or not.
Mother seems happy that her phone has 'blown up' after her 'little stunt'
at the tournament.
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