A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A Sissy called Jezebel Part LXII - As the McCarthur family travels
through more of the 'Mystery Manor', it though even more is being
revealed about the family. Funny how that happens.
Mother leads out of the ballroom and through a series of hallways. She
stops to point out a few rooms. "This is what my folks considered to be
the 'intimate' dining room."
It's huge and looks like a set from the movies, the dining room table
seats at least eight to a side, and is in ebony. The hutch contains all
sorts of ornate crystals, and china serving dishes.
Mother leads us further down to another room. "The gentlewomyn's parlor
and gaming room. No sissies allowed, unless they were servants. And no
bratty children, ever!" Mother pinches the twins' cheeks. "My parents
referred to it as paradise." The room contained a billiard table, a
dart board, comfy upholstered chairs, and a gaming table. It also
looked like it was from a set of a historical movie.
Mother takes us to another hallway. My room is on the right, moms' room
is on the left. On the wall is a full length portrait of my
grandmothers.
There they are Drusilla, decked out in her full Scottish highlands
regalia and Hibo dressed in her native warrioress outfit as a Dahomey
amazon, including a leopard skin.
Mother looks really choked up. She simply says, "hi Moms, I brought by
the grandkids today, for a little visit." Hepzie is holding her tight,
real tight.
Syntyche says, "that's grandmas? They are so beautiful."
Mother says "you are right, Syn, they were beautiful. A very handsome
couple indeed. It was love at first sight, they said, when they met at
the Sorbonne. That's a famous university in Paris."
"Which one are we related to? They are both so pretty," asks Tabitha.
The adults smile. The seven year olds probably don't have the firmest
grasp of genetics. "The one on the left, Drusilla, is my birth mother,
and the matriarch of the McCarthur clan, but my sisters and I all had
the same sperm donor, so we would all be at least half-siblings. That's
him on the opposite side, Agust?n Zamorano. To say the least, he was a
bit of a rogue. The Zamorano family are Californios. His family traces
back to the late 1700's here in California."
There's a picture of a very confident looking gentleman, wearing a suit
and with a wonderful thick mustache and jet black hair. His smile is
devastating.
"Is he still alive?" I ask.
"Yep. When I said he was a 'bit of a rogue', I was putting it kindly,"
says mother.
"I'll leave it there mommy, but have to admit, it's one hell of a
'stache."
"It covers a multitude of sins, dear, but yes it puts Tom Sellic's to
shame."
"Well mommy, it's unanimous, grandmas were absolute 'hotties', " I say
with a grin.
"And I adore the outfits," adds Abigail.
"Hey that's my line, sis, I'm the fashionista around here." I point my
thumbs towards myself.
"You don't own it, insecure much Jezzie?" says Abby mockingly as she
nudges in the ribs.
"Kids, kids, kids you are both pretty," says mother with a grin. "Okay
family, be prepared for some bedroom envy." Mother opens the door to
her old bedroom. It's huge. Giant floor to ceiling length windows
illuminate a dazzling four poster bed with beautiful matching cherry
wood furniture. It's elegant, but a bit sterile. It certainly doesn't
scream mother. The wall art is all horses, though, of course.
"Mother, in light of this revelation, I demand that we renegotiate my
present bedroom situation , immediately," says Abigail.
"Tough toenails dear. You're living rent free. Anyhow it gets worse,
check out the closets."
We open the doors. The so-called 'closet' is about the size of our
dining room back home. Probably larger.
"Mother......I want itttttttttttttttttttt!" says Abigail in a lustful
tone.
Mother and Hapzie start hunting through the racks of clothing all in
plastic protectors.
The twins start bouncing on mother's bed. The bed cover is silk. "Take
those shoes off you two and you can sit on the bed, only!" I yell.
Wow, talking about channeling mother. It was as though her words were
coming from my mouth.
Mother and Hepzie are both rummaging through the closet, but are clearly
being sidetracked by finding clothing that invokes a certain memory. I
turn around and the twins are passed out on the bed. That's the thing
about seven year olds, they run around like a spring driven toy, but
once it unwinds, whammy, out like a light. Delilah is nodding off, I
put her in the center. Mistress V excuses herself to take Princess
Antiope out for a leak, but I know she also wants to vape.
That leaves Abby and I. "Mother, can we look around?" asks Abigail.
"Sure, if you find any pot, it isn't mine. Some friend left it there."
"Sounds legit Mommy."
Abigail and I start going through stuff, I mean why not.
I find mommy's high school yearbook. Mother is in almost every picture,
such a go-getter. Of course that all falls apart the summer between
high school and college for mommy. That's when she loses her parents.
"I found Mistress Beauregard's inscription in your yearbook, mommy, it
says 'regards' and then her name."
"That was a joke sweetie, I had left her a five page saga regarding my
deepest feelings, where I really poured out my soul to her, and that
was her smart ass response. I'm such a sucker."
Headmistress Saxon said "no one must ever know of our torrid illicit
romance my Dearest J."
"That's also a joke, see her p.s."
"Sincerely the thirdiest third wheel of all time."
"Sandy and I loved each other, but we never had the slightest, you know,
attraction to each other."
"There's a great picture of the three of us, look at the drama club
page."
I look, there's the three of them dressed as the "Three Musketeers" for
a play, they are standing in a circle touching their swords in the
famous salute. The byline is, "the triple terrors make it official,
there are now and forever, The Three Musketeers."
"That's a Great picture mommy."
We continue to flip through. Abby and I both start snickering. "Daring
fashion risk on page 54, mother."
Mother storms out of the closet looks at the picture and says, "okay,
admittedly that outfit did not stand the test of time very well." She
heads back in.
"Mother, you were chief editor of the yearbook committee?" asks Abby.
"Yes dear."
Abby and I both scream, "Nerd!"
Hepzibah starts cracking up.
'Sure thing Ms. chess team captain and you, little Missy book club
president."
"Guilty as charged, mommy."
"Mistress! paydirt!"
"That's it!"
Mother and Hepzie take out the dress.
"It's beautiful!" I gush. It's an off the shoulder, A line, above the
knee length fusiha dress, in a color that is sort of blend fuchsia and
red plum. The bodice is beaded with darker roses across the top of the
dress and plunges down the the front to the skirt. I love it.
"Can I try it on Mommy?"
"It's sort of why we are here, dear.......cancel that dear. That came
off a little sarcastic, even for me. I know you have to ask permission.
I'm just feeling a lot of emotions right now. Try it on."
I give my mommy a little peck on the cheek.
I tear off my dress and slip on the 'arrival' dress. I look at myself
in the full length mirror. (Mother's bedroom had several.) It fits!
Just a tuck and stitch, here and there. I start to tear up. That's
what we do, we sissies, we cry a lot.
Both Hepzibah and Mother are beaming. Mistress V has come back and
gives me a thumbs up. Abby is smiling, but says, "it's adequate. I
mean it's a beautiful dress, but you know the rest," she points from my
head to my toe, "kind of drags it down."
"I'll wear it with a bag over my head, sis."
"I was just thinking that would be the perfect accessory."
"That's enough from our Buddy Abbott and Louise Costello," says our
mother.
"Mother, I noticed that my riding outfit is smelling a little bit like
eau de horse, and the moth ball smell on this one is a bit much. I
think I should air them both out, it's just us here. I can walk around
in my knickers."
"Just put it one some hangers, there should be some fans by the pool, to
air it all out. Let me show you the harem, there'll probably be some
fun outfits for you to try on my little slave gurl."
I clap. My mind is filled with harem girl outfits dancing in my head.
Grace
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