Crossing Texas – Chapter Ten
Amanda returned on Friday morning. Other than the exchange with Mary, the week was uneventful. Except for Sara, all the employees were wary of me, a suspicion which was, I believe, prolonged by my addressing them as “Mistress”. All the women, including Sara, were uneasy with being in a dominant position.
I worked hard. Sara explained that the motel housed mostly businessmen during the week, and generally had few guests staying on weekend nights. Cleaning each room was not easy, but it was solo work. I enjoyed being alone, as my newfound gender confusion made me eager to withdraw. In addition to cleaning the rooms and making beds, I also washed the towels and linen, cleaned common areas, swept sidewalks, emptied trash, and at times cleaned the kitchen and washed dishes. By day’s end I was exhausted. There was no television in my room, although Sara loaned me magazines (Cosmo, Seventeen, Glamour) and Tanya lent me romance novels when she finished reading them. I would have chosen other entertainment, had I a choice. Reading such sources did give me greater insight into women’s thoughts. Also, each evening Sara required me to “do my nails,” which to females apparently means removing fingernail polish, shaping and filing the nails, and applying a new coat of polish. Sara forbid me to lock my room, which meant I had to stay in female attire at all times. Amanda had even required that I sleep wearing my pink, lacy nightgown, and the staff was allowed to peek into my room unannounced at any time to see how I was dressed.
It was just before noon on Friday when Sara found me cleaning Room 217.
“Pamela,” she said, “Amanda’s back, and she wants to see you in the office, right now.”
Distraught over once again confronting Amanda, I nonetheless sat still as Sara quickly brushed my hair and helped me “freshen up” my lipstick.
Nervously I entered Amanda’s office. She was seated at the desk, working on the computer. Amanda ignored my presence, instead addressing Sara.
“Would you please do me a favor, honey? I’ve made a doctor’s appointment for Pamela for this afternoon. Could you drive her there, please? I’m really behind on paying bills.”
Oh, sure Mandy,” Sara replied as Amanda handed her a slip of paper.
“But,” I blurted out, “but Mistress..”
Amanda quickly cut me off, saying, “That is all! Now please get Pamela changed into something pretty, and be on your way. Thank you, Sara.”
Sara grasped my hand and led me from the room.
“Come on, Pamela, don’t get Mandy angry again. It’s probably just a physical, maybe required for insurance or something.”
We went to my room where Sara selected a rose-colored dress.
“This will match your shoes, Pamela. You must match your outfit and your accessories, now that you’re a girl,” she scolded. The dress was short and stylish. Too stylish, as it had come from the Juniors department, and so short that the hem extended only midway between my groin and my knees. Quickly Sara touched up my makeup again, and we were off.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Ten.
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