A Sissy called Jezebel Part CXXXIV
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XXIV- Jezebel seems to be having more fun at
the bowling alley than sie would have had on hir date with 'freakin'
Beth. What is up with that? Sie isn't even allowed to bowl. Duckpins,
only for sissies.
["Okay enough! Let's go bowl! Jezzie, I guess you're stuck here for a
bit, I'll duck out during a break and drop you off before the dance,
ahem, that I already paid for, starts, so you can go 'hind' still have a
good time."] says Mother.
I'm fine going hind, I know that a number of my gurlfriends that are
going, so it will be fun. No sense moping, about freaking Mistress Beth.
"Let me introduce you to the gals on the team."
"Ladies, most of you know my little spawn Jezebel, sie's going to our
slightly overdressed serving wench tonight."
They all look at me like I've just been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Mother must have explained the 'situation' to them. I give them a
curtsey. Then I say, "welcome to dumpsville, population: me." That
seems to lighten the mood.
"You probably don't remember Izabella Parker before she left for Tulsa,
you were just a toddler, but she's returned with her daughter Ismeralda.
Ismeralda is probably in her twenties and very tall, is she?, yes, she
is, the Ismeralda Parker, she was a star volleyball player in college.
'That was a while ago Joanna, I believe you were pregnant with Jezzie
when we left, the toddler was Abigail.
'You may be right."
I scrunch my fingers into an "O" and look at Mistress Parker through it.
"If I look at you like I am seeing you through my mother's belly button,
NOW you look familiar," I say with a grin.
My little joke gets a laugh from the team. Mother tolerates my humor,
barely, but she laughed at that one, she just tried to hide it.
Ismeralda looks at me and says, "I don't get it. I just don't get it.
How could anyone be so stupid as to turn you down for a date? You are
such a knockout. I mean this," she points her finger from my head to
toe, "this is amazing."
My mother hugs me, "now you are being very kind to Jezzie...."
"I am sorry Mrs. M, but I am just calling it the way it is, that other
girl must be nuts."
I smile. Hey I guess I have a fan.
"Thank you Mistress, I..."
"Oh no thank you Jezzie.'
'Oh Ismy, let's let the teams get started, I'll say one thing about my
daughter, she's not shy about her opinions," says Mistress Parker as she
kind of pulls Ismeralda away from me. As her daughter sits down, she
whispers to my mother, "but she's right, that other girl is a dingbat,"
and winks at me.
I can't help but smile, they both seem very earnest.
'Mother, I want to take orders, but the owners are going to kill me, if I
step off the carpet and onto the lanes in these." I raise my dancing
shoes. 'Mother rummages through her gym bag and finds some sneakers.
"You can fit in these, just wear them loose." The bowling alley isn't a
sissy free zone, but first; sissies only play duckpins and that's on the
basement level, and secondly; on league night, the teams really
discourage families and sissies from being present. Bowling league is a
time for womyn, to get a break from/escape their families, and just be
themselves, tell dirty jokes, scratch their butts, belch, and have fun.
Not have kids acting like, well, you know kids, or have sissies
distracting them from their bowling, with our constant flirting, or
otherwise being a 'vagina tease.' Most teams have a single sissy to be
serving wench, but many just skip it. Clearly I'm not replacing another
sissy tonight. I have been the 'wench' a few times, when it was mother's
turn and Hepzie was unavailable. I was told to turn 'my innate
coquettishness' down at notch and fly under the radar. In other words
just serve the dang drinks.
I put on mom's pink sneaks, and get the team's orders (lots of beer and
lots of tater tots, onion rings, brats, and pizza), and as I head to the
bar, mother gives me her credit card. "Oh ladies, I had a little good
news this week, financially speaking, I am going to spread it around just
a little bit, tonight, and just tonight" she glares payfully at her
teammates, "the tabs on me, just don't go completely nuts." Her friends
are very grateful, of course. They're long term friends, they know my
mother is very well off, but mother is never snooty around, well anyone.
As I bring out the orders, I realize that there is 'no flying under
Mistress Ismy's radar', at all. Sure some of the team members give my
butt cheeks a quick slap, pinch or a grope, when I bend over to serve
them, but Mistress Ismy, is totaling giving me a butt massage each time I
get within her incredible arm length, Several times she has invited me
on to her lap and basically hugged the stuffing out of me. I totally
don't mind the attention at all, if my ass is giving her such pleasure, I
just wish I was wearing a skimpy maid's uniform or a cocktail waitress
dress, so I could flash her my lacy panties, and really give her a show.
The other thing that I learn is that I am absolutely starving. My last
real meal was an early breakfast and the last thing I ate was an energy
bar that I completely burned through spinning like a top at my sporting
event. Unfortunately mother is now laser focused on her bowling game,
and her teammates with sissies or daughters who dated sissies, are busy
sharing 'war stories' about arranged dates going off the rails.
Actually, the current story would make a good movie plot, a mother had
over committed her sissy to two dates on the same night and sent her
daughter to one of the dates, dressed in sissy drag.
Perhaps my looking forlornly at the unfinished food on the plates, causes
Mistress Ismeralda (who has been completely ignoring the bowling game,
but has kept a 'laser focus' on me) to ask my mother, "do you feed your
sissy scraps?"
"Well yes, Ismeralda, but only if sie has been really good and you know,"
mother sticks out her hand and makes the universal gesture for the "just
so-so sign' waggling/tilting her outstretched hand back and forth, but
with a joking smile, "also Jezzie has to keep her figure." She looks at
me. I see the gears turning. She's thinking 'Jezebel was supposed to
eat at that pre-party, and now she's thinking chastising ceremony,
wedding, sports, chores, getting dumped. "Jezzie, I haven't fed you
since our early breakfast. Wow, I AM mother of the year," she says with
a big self-effacing smile. 'Let see if I can find hir something
nutritious on the menu. Hmmmmm. Looks kind of slim for sissy choices.
Well it is womyn's league night. Jeezzie, put in an order of vegetarian
beet and quinoa sliders for yourself, and you can have the side of the
cauliflower tots. And when Jezzie comes back, Ismeralda, I would be
delighted if you could feed hir some of those whole wheat pizza crusts,
just to tide hir over, sie must be famished."
"Thanks Mrs. M and the delight is all mine." When I return, I kneel in
front of Mistress Ismeralda, who holds each pizza crust out like she's
feeding a seal. I thrust up and sometimes, I get a bite, sometimes she
pulls it out of reach. Each time, I have to beg for my next bite.
Mistress Ismeralda is clearly having a blast, and those first few bites,
are definitely keeping me from passing out. Pizza crust has never tasted
better. When my order comes up, I excuse myself and eat at a table near
the Buxom Bomber's lane. This is an 'upscale' bowling establishment, so
all the food is very good. I don't get food like this very often, so I
am very, very happy. I'm just trying to be a proper sissy and eat with
small bites, instead of just woofing it down. Just to stir things up a
little bit, Mistress Valerie decides to share a picture of Mistress
Beth's selection, aka 'horse face', with Ismerelda. Predictably, it
really sets off our somewhat enthusiastic/expressive Ismy, "no, no
freakin way! She picked hir?, she points to Mistress V's phone, "over
hir?", pointing at me. "Over, over Jezebel?! Is this Beth womyn
lobotomized? Does she have major head trauma? I.....mean , just no
freakin way is anyone that stupid!" The team has a goodhearted laugh as
Ismy struggles with the core concept that anyone would ever make such a
choice. Mistress Valerie catches my eye, and winks at me. I just try to
demurely eat my meal, as daintily as possible, but I am grinning on the
inside.
After I finish, I serve a few more beers, but the match is clearly the
focus of the team. After the last game, my mother requests Mistress
Parker to bowl her next round, since she needs to drop me off at the
country club. Mistress Parker is clearly eager to jump in. As I exit, I
can feel Ismerelda's eyes following me out. Mother turns around to say
something to Valerie, as we continue to exit, I whisper to my mother,
'how is Mistress Ismeralda taking my departure?"
"Not well, she looks like she is waving goodbye to her wife as she's off
to fight in a foreign war. I think she's definitely going to be the
president of your little fan club."
"She's very sweet."
As we approach the door to leave, mother puts her arm around me and
basically turns me around, so we are facing back to the lanes. There's
Ismy, looking at me, with puppy dog eyes (Okay I am guessing on that
point, I am probably over seventy feet away), mother makes me wave
goodbye to my 'biggest fan' as she blows me a kiss. OMG that was sooooo
hokey, but very nice. Mother then spins me around and we exit. We both
laugh as we get to the car. Sure I've met some very direct womyn before,
but sweet Ismy really seems to have a crush on little old me. Love at
first sight? Lust at first sight? As we get in the car mother says,
"you are going on a date with Ismeralda very soon, my dear, I'll set up
with Mrs. Parker, I am just wondering if she's going to give you back?"
"Honestly, she's more my type than you know who. Matchmaker matchmaker,
make me a match, find me a catch ??" I sing very poorly to my mother as
we zoom off.
Although, mother laughs at my song, I can definitely tell she is still
upset about something. I am still getting these weird looks from her.
Is it something completely obvious? I check my makeup in the vanity
mirror. Nope, that looks good. Oh just dive in, something is clearly
up. "Mother you look, well, a little upset, this can't possibly be about
the Beth-horseface incident?"
We are at a stoplight. Mother is suddenly crying. I mean just a little.
"Mother? Should we pull over for a second?"
Mother pulls us into an empty parking lot of a closed bank. "Oh Jezebel,
the incident did set me off. And quite frankly it isn't about you.
It's
about me, being a complete shit to my parents. A big spoiled, rotten
shit. I spent so much time being angry at them, and they did a bunch of
spiteful things to me, it was a two way street, but......as you know,
they died in that horrific accident, so young, and ....I never got to
apologize for some of the bone head maneuvers I pulled on them,
and......tell them.... that I still loved them." Okay that sets me off.
I am now crying as well. We are holding each other's hands, but that's
not enough.
"Mother I think you need a hug." She nods. We both step out of the car,
and hug for a while, in an empty parking lot, with cars occasionally
whizzing by. Mother, being mother, wheels in her emotions and we get
back into the car.
She looks at me. "I've got Francica overseas in Italy, Abigail swimming
in a sea of hormones, angry at everything and everybody, the twins
sharing barely one mind between the two of them, an infant, and a sissy
spouse that is sooooo loyal to me, that sie never sees any of my numerous
flaws, and my girlfriend, who is completely out of touch with her own
emotions, and .... You, y-o-u," she pokes me in the forehead with each
letter of the word. "I don't play favorites with my children, and I
never will, and I rarely feel the need to thank a sissy for anything, but
thank you Jezebel, you might be my weirdest, quirkiest child, but you're
all mine."
"I love you too mother, .... now let's fix our makeup and get to this
bloody dance."
As we return to our route to the country club, I work on my face.
"Mother you completely left out Princess Antiope, she's a great listener
and rarely judgmental."
"Good point. So I should talking to the dog and have you flea dipped?"
I start pawing myself behind my ear and barking.
Mother laughs so hard we almost go off the shoulder. As we pull into the
country club, we race by the first of its three fabulous golf courses.
I have so many memories of caddying for Francisca, as Hepzibah caddied for
mother, both of us sissies in our pretty sundresses and sun bonnets,
hauling golf clubs, which I am pretty sure my sister had weighted down
with rocks; watching as mother tried not to throw her clubs into the
water hazard after losing, again, to her super talented daughter. Good
times.
Mother parks in a semi-legal spot and we head in, after a brief touch up
of her make up by me. I put on my mandatory shoulder length white opera
gloves and my folding fan, just a tad too formal for the good old bowling
alley, and we walk into the country club arm and arm.
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