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Favorite Things

by Donna Williams

  

"We'll be dining out for Christmas dinner tomorrow, Marie. You don't need to slave over dinner this holiday."

"That sounds wonderful," I responded. I so rarely have a day off from my maid duties, since I confided my cross-dressing desires to my wife three years ago.

"Finish cleaning the kitchen, and go to bed early Marie. Santa won't come if you're awake. I

want you wear your little girl, pink, satin pajamas to bed, so when my little girl wakes, she'll look so cute opening her presents."

I loved dressing as a little girl for my wife, when I was rarely not required to wear my maids uniform. She treated me so nice, played little girl games with me and read nice stories to me, when I was her little girl. When dressed as her maid, however, she could be quite demanding to the point of being cruel when inflicting punishment.

"Yes Mam, thank you Mam," I replied.

After my chores, I went to my room to prepare for bed. I slipped out of my uniform and hung it in the wardrobe, tossed my lingerie in the hamper, rinsed my stockings in the sink and hung them on the line over the bathtub. I then took off my long blond wig, brushed it out and placed it on its Styrofoam head. Cleansed off my makeup and took a strawberry scented bubble bath.

After my bath I put on my flowered little girl panties, and the pink, satin pajamas. Then I fit the little girl wig on my head with adhesive strips so it wouldn't slip off while I slept, and tied it in two bunches on either side of my head with pink ribbons. I then brushed my teeth like a good little girl and climbed in bed.

On Christmas morning I was awakened to the sounds and aroma of breakfast being prepared. I was a little confused at first, since I was the one usually doing the preparing. Then I remembered I was to be Mommies little girl for Christmas, jumped from the bed, put on my bunny slippers and robe.

I could hear Mommy humming in the kitchen as I went to the living room. The song seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

There were a large number of presents under the tree, some too big to wrap. The first one catching my eye was a Barbie play house. I was kneeling beside it when my wife, er Mommy, came in.

"Breakfast is ready. You can open your presents and play with your doll house afterwards, Marie.

Come along now," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the kitchen. She tied a pinafore on me and sat me at the table. She started humming again as she dished out the pancakes, sausages and eggs.

"Eat up now Marie. I know my little girl is all excited about her presents, but you have to eat first."

"Yes, Mommy," I responded.

After breakfast I helped Mommy clean up. "Well, aren't we Mommies little helper?! Are you ready to open your presents now?"

"Oh yes, Mommy! I can hardly wait!" I exclaimed. I was happy to be Mommies little girl instead of the maid.

We went out to the tree, and I passed Mommy some of her presents and she passed me some of mine. I won't go into much detail on these, but I did get a bunch of toys and dolls, and quite a large collection of pretty party dresses and other little girl clothes. None of my presents were for an adult, albeit the maid or husband.

I thanked Mommy for my presents, and she thanked me for hers, mentioning that some were rather risque for a daughter to give her Mommy. She set aside a lingerie set consisting of red and white laced panties, bra and garter belt, saying, "I think I'll wear these to dinner this afternoon."

She then told me to take all my new clothes and put them away nicely. I went over and gave her a hug, and took my new clothes to my bedroom. With that done, I helped clean up the wrapping paper and boxes, and then played with some of my new toys.

The next thing I knew, Mommy was standing beside me, all dressed up, looking and smelling pretty. "Time to get dressed for dinner Marie," I was informed.

"Yes Mommy," I replied, putting my toys away like Mommy expected. I always tried to anticipate how a little girl responded to her Mommy, because I like it better when my wife was happy. She seemed quite happy today, as she kept humming that same song I heard this morning.

"Have you enjoyed the day, Marie?"

"Oh yes Mommy, I wish I could always be your little girl!"

"Come along then, Marie, and I'll help you get ready," she instructed.

I hesitated at that, wondering why she needed to help me get ready. She led me to my room, instead of her room where my male clothes were kept under lock and key.

"What's going on Donna?" I asked.

She swatted by behind, in response and said, "Little girls don't call their Mommies by their first

name Marie! We're going to get you all dressed up, nice and pretty for our Christmas dinner out!"

"But, I can't go out dressed as a little girl!"

"Of course you can, Marie! I've already made plans. Now, are we going to ruin Christmas by making a scene, or are you going to be a good little girl for Mommy?"

Scared of Donna's cruel side, I meekly replied, "I'll be a good little girl for Mommy, but I've never been out as a girl before."

"Well, consider this as another surprise present," she said.

She had me gather some of my new clothes: a pair of white patent Mary Jane's; white socks with blue fringe; a white slip/petticoat; and a white dress with a blue sash.

She was helping me dress and started singing:

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things"

 

"Mommy, you've been humming that song all day. How come?"

"Oh, I've been thinking about dinner and getting you all dressed up." She continued:

"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite things"

 

"That's the Christmas song from that Julie Andrews movie, isn't it Mommy?"

"Yes, dear" she replied, while tying the sash on my new dress. She continued singing:

"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

Silver white winters that melt into spring

These are a few of my favorite things"

 

"Oh, that matches my dress Mommy!" I exclaimed.

"That's right dear. I've been anticipating taking you out in your new white dress with the blue satin sash." She responded. "Mommy loves her little girl."

"I love being your little girl too Mommy."

"Well, come on then, put on your new fur lined white cape, matching hat and gloves, while I get my coat and purse."

I was scared to death as I soon found myself in the car with Mommy. "Where are we going Mommy?" I asked.

"It's another little surprise for my little girl. Just wait and see," she answered.

Soon, we were driving through a large gate and up a driveway to a very large house. "Who lives here Donna?" I asked, forgetting myself at the moment.

Whap, she smacked my leg. "It's Mommy, and don't forget it again." she replied. "There is someone I want you to meet. Now, no more questions."

We left the safety of the car and ascended the stairs to the large double doors. As we reached the top, one of the doors opened and a maid, dressed much like I was accustomed to, bid us hello and told us to enter.

As we entered she took our wraps, remarking on how pretty I looked. I wondered how she knew my name? She bid us to follow her into the living room, stating that dinner would be served in a few minutes.

In the living room stood a handsome gentleman of about 6'2", and slightly grayed temples. "Donna darling," he greeted my wife with a hug and kiss to the lips. I stood to the side still holding her hand, mouth wide open, wondering who, what, ...

My wife now turned towards me, and introduced us, "James, darling, I want you to finally meet my daughter Marie. Marie, this is your new Daddy." My ears were ringing, and my face hot with embarrassment.

She continued, "According to your Christmas wish, you no longer will be required to perform as my maid, as James already has a couple, and will remain as my, our daughter!"

At that moment the maid appeared at my side, grasping my hand, as she informed us, "Dinner is served Sir, Madam. Come along Marie, I will show you to your place at the table. After dinner I will show you to your new room." I could hear Mommy humming that song again.

(When the dog bites

When the bee stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favourite things

And then I don't feel so bad... )

  

  

  

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