02 December 2010

Table Talk

By: Bea

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 your 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, her voice soft and
dangerous now.
"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?" 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." Mummy 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 gown 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 in our relationship for that." 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.
"Shortly? 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?" 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. 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 noise?" 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 he wore 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 to be a maid 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, 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 on me would be completely lost without the veil, wouldn't it?"
I said, blushing happily.

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