Crossing Texas – Chapter Thirteen
C’mon now, dear little girl,” Sara said after parking her car, “I know you’ve had a difficult day. But you’ve got to stop by the office and check in with Amanda.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Tanya and Amanda were working on the books as we entered.
“Hi, Mandy. Hi Tanya,” Sara said.
“Everything went fine.”
“Good,” replied Amanda.
“So, Pamela, you got fitted for your new titties?”
“Yes, Mistress Amanda,” I replied. Tanya gave me a weird look as she left the office.
“Tell me, and be truthful,” Amanda asked as we sat in the lobby, “would you like real breasts? It won’t be that expensive.”
“You ask me to be honest, Mistress. No. I am a man, Mistress Amanda. Yes, maybe I deserve punishment for what I did to Mistress Sara, that’s true. But no, I won’t allow my body to be changed. No.”
“But Pamela,” Amanda countered, trying to sound reasonable, “after another week of wearing dresses you’ll wish you had breasts. Your clothes will fit better, and you’ll feel more., complete.”
“No, Mistress, no..”
“OK, Pamela, I anticipated such an initial reaction. It’s your choice.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied, greatly relieved.
“You’re welcome, young lady. Tonight., no – all weekend – you won’t be allowed to wear a bra. Maybe on Monday you’ll see things differently.”
“Sara,” she continued, “
“I’ve printed out your and Pamela’s instructions for the weekend. I demand they be followed religiously. If Pamela resists, or does not follow my instructions, even for two minutes, then I want you to contact the police immediately and report the rape. If not, you’re fired, Sara. Now please take her to her room.”
Sara took the two pages of instructions and we left. I was proud to have finally stood up to Amanda, however meekly. Once outside Sara grabbed my hand and yanked me towards my room.
“Pamela, damn it anyhow, now you’ve got me in trouble again. If I lose my job, I also lose my home. This is serious. You must follow Amanda’s instructions. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry. I’ve caused you enough trouble already, haven’t I? I’ll follow her stupid rules. After all, nothing could be worse than what I went through this afternoon!”
Sara and I entered my room. Thee boxes had been set upon the floor, one labeled “Friday”. One “Saturday”, and one “Sunday”. Sara sat down in the chair at my makeup desk as I sat upon the edge of my bed. I felt drained. She scanned Sara’s instructions, then turned to me. She looked sad.
“What is it, Mistress,” I asked.
“Amanda., I’m sorry, Pamela, but I don’t quite know how to say this. Amanda would like you to “experience” a real girlhood. That way, she says, you’ll better appreciate her offer of real female breasts. She says, “Girls anticipate puberty. Pamela should be allowed to experience and enjoy the same feeling”.”
“I don’t understand, Mistress,” I said, perplexed.
“Bottom line, Pamela, is that tonight you will dress and act like a baby girl. If and only if you accomplish that with perfection, then you’ll be allowed on Saturday to dress and act as a six year old girl. If and only if you prove successful at that, then on Sunday you’ll dress and act as a pre-pubescent, seventh grade girl.”
“But Sara!”
“Pamela, I cannot get fired because of you. I simply can’t.”
“Yes, Mistress Sara,” I replied softly.
She continued reading Amanda’s instructions: “And for the rest of this weekend, or longer if you fail at any level, you will refer to Amanda as “mommy” and to your coworkers as “auntie”.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Hey there, with a little luck and your total cooperation, this will be over by Monday,” Sara said, trying to cheer me up.
“Now don’t be so sad. Shower and dress in whatever’s in the “Friday” box. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
Sara deftly applied a touch of blush onto my cheeks. I lay upon a pink blanket set upon the floor at the far end of the lobby, directly in front of the television. I wore pink booties, a pink empire style nightgown with a matching baby’s bonnet tied securely under my chin. The skirt of my nightgown barely extended below my waist, such that the diaper I wore was visible to all.
“Coochie coo, Baby Pamela,” Sara laughed in a sing-song voice.
“My, Amanda’s new baby is so special, isn’t she, Tanya?” I sucked a pacifier as Tanya looked down at me.
Two hours must have passed, although time was difficult to judge. I hadn’t eaten all day and was becoming ill with hunger. Having read Amanda’s instructions, I knew what was required.
“Waa., waa., waaa.,” I began to cry. Sara, who had been tending the front desk, came over to me, as did Tanya and also Emily, one of the part-time schoolgirls.
“Well, what’s wrong with the little bitty baby girl,” Emily said, laughing.
Tanya, with her large Russian eyes, watched silently.
“Emily,” said Sara, “maybe baby is hungry. Her bottle is in the diaper bag.
Would you warm it in the microwave, then feed baby Pamela?”
“Sure,” exclaimed Emily, “I love taking care of babies.”
Soon I was lying upon my side in fetal position, sucking the warm milk from the bottle. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself as a man, far away in Mexico.
Another hour must have passed. As was custom on Friday evenings, the staff gathered in the lobby to pick up their paycheck and to enjoy some wine, snacks, and girl talk. I had been trying, extremely, to hold it in, but couldn’t. My face flushed as I felt my warm urine flow into my diaper. The women, who were seated in a semicircle around me, had till now largely ignored me. But my reddened face and sigh gave away my situation.
“Oh look, everyone,” Emily laughed, “baby Pamela is doing wee-wee. Oh, this is so much fun having a baby like her here!”
Again, per my instructions, I began to cry.
“Yes indeed, baby Pamela wet her diaper,” Amanda said sternly. Who wants to change her diaper?” A chorus of “no” filled the room.
Eventually they decided to draw straws, and Mary drew the short one. Taunted by her coworkers, disgusted with me, she rolled me onto my back and removed the drenched diaper, then wiped me and powdered my groin and ass, and carefully put a new diaper onto me. While Mary did this, Amanda took a number of photos, just as she had been doing all night.
Tanya asked her why she was taking them.
“Well, someday my baby girl will grow into a woman. Someday, maybe she and her husband will enjoy looking over her baby pictures.”
I felt a sensuous kiss upon my cheek. I could smell the scent of perfume mixed with baby powder. I opened my eyes to Sara, wearing a low cut blouse, kneeling down to kiss me as I slept upon the pink blanket.
“Dear Pamela,” she said softly, “I went out for the evening. I didn’t realize you were still on the floor, dear baby.” She kissed me again. I could detect alcohol on her breath.
“But it’s after midnight now, and Mandy says you passed your first test. So go to your room now, Pammy. You’re now six years old!” She kissed me once again, a lingering kiss.
“Thank you, Auntie Sara,” I said. Sara left, and I gathered my bottle, pacifier, and blanket and then went to my room and slept soundly.
“Wake up, girl!” I opened my eyes to daylight. Kimberly, the high school girl, stood in the open door to my room.
“It’s already past nine. I’ve been waiting all morning to play with my six year old niece,” she giggled.
“Your mommy wants you dressed and in the lobby, right away!” She looked at me, still wearing my diaper and bonnet, with obvious amusement, then turned and left.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Thirteen.
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