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On Becoming a Squaw
My brief life as Pretty Maid, a woman of our people had never been richer or more fulfilling. My wife, Fair Dawn, had been able to conceive our child, even though I had stopped taking female hormones only a short time before. Now, we have a lovely daughter, Morning Mists, who is the joy of our life. Fair Dawn has again been able to provide her life-sustaining fluid to a new daughter of the tribe and she was overjoyed.
Morning Mists did not cause a change in our daily routine. Every morning, when the women of the tribe took their communal bath in the stream, one or two of our sisters would stay behind, watching Morning Mists to make sure that nothing happened to her while we were in the water. When Fair Dawn or I had finished our bath, we would dry off, put our robe on and take over watching our daughter until we were both ready to return to the cabin. After dressing in our satin lingerie, our deerskin dresses and our moccasins, we were ready to perform the tasks of the day. Also, there was always an abundance of volunteers among our sisters that would watch Morning Mists while everyone else did the daily tasks.
One two week period was particularly significant for me in my new life as Pretty Maid. Two events, one planned and one unplanned, took place during that time that were special to me.
The first occurred in the evening, after our day's work was done. Fair Dawn and I returned to our cabin, not to rest but to change our clothes. We changed from our normal satin lingerie and deerskin dresses into gorgeous dark green satin lingerie, knee-length, fitted, dark green satin dresses with matching fringe across the bodice and on the sleeves and five-inch heels. I dressed Morning Mists in a lovely lace and satin dress that would be comparable to a normal christening dress. We then set off for the ceremonial clearing where the women of the tribe were waiting.
Tonight was the Ceremony of Blessing for a new daughter of the tribe and was celebrated during the first six weeks of life of the child. The men had their own celebration over a son. As we approached, we could see the women were gathered in a circle around our female religious leader. They separated so that we could enter the center of the circle and then reformed around us. Two of the women slowly beat small drums as we stood before our religious leader.
Everything, even the attire that Fair Dawn and I wore that evening, had significance in the ceremony. As with some other tribal ceremonies, this was a women only event. In accordance with the traditions of our people, the men of the tribe, even the chief and tribal elders stayed away from the clearing during the ceremony so that no curse of the evil spirits would be brought upon the child.
The religious leader took Morning Mists in her arms and then began speaking. "The Great Spirit has heard the hearts of our sisters Pretty Maid and Fair Dawn. Through the Spirit, a new daughter of the tribe now lives and is being sustained, not only by those who present her here but also by every woman of the tribe. We gather here now to invoke the blessings of the Great Spirit upon this child that she may grow to be, like her mothers Pretty Maid and Fair Dawn, a true woman of our tribe. We ask that the Great Spirit protect and bless Morning Mists and help her to grow, not only in stature, but in her wisdom, knowledge and love of the Great Spirit and the traditions of our people. The beating of the drum signifies many things. It is the beating of the heart of this new child as well as the beating of the heart of the earth. Both now beat together in unison."
Our religious leader, clad in exquisite lavender and white satin robes, intoned prayers and chants to call upon the Great Spirit to guide, protect and nourish Morning Mists so that she would become, like all who had preceded her, a true daughter of our people. After the prayers, chants and blessings, there was a celebration with food and music. The food was a symbol of all of the good gifts the Great Spirit offers to those who follow her ways. The music was intended to act as a protective shield over Morning Mists and each woman there, so that evil spirits could not enter into any of the women of our people.
The ceremony was impressive. Morning Mists, though, slept through most of it, like the good girl she was. After the celebration, we returned to our cabin where Fair Dawn provided her life sustaining fluid first to our daughter and then to me. It was so nice to be wearing a white satin nightgown as I placed myself at Fair Dawn's breast.
A few days, we learned that our tribal lands would again be used as the backdrop for a television show. At various times over the years, both the television and filmmaking communities had used tribal lands and tribal facilities. Members of the tribe had often been in movies or included in shows shot for television on our land. This time, during the next week, America's favorite television game show would be going remote and would be using our lands and facilities to tape a week's worth of shows. Naturally, there was great excitement among all, especially the women. During our morning baths, we often chatted about many things, including the pretty hostess of this show and the lovely clothes that she got to wear. Occasionally, a woman would express a desire to wear a particular gown that the hostess had worn on a previous show or wonder aloud how she could get into a particularly tight gown. I must admit that on more than one occasion, I found myself looking at her image on the screen and wondering how I would look in the dress or gown that she was wearing. Throughout the rest of the week, the arrival of the show company was the main topic of conversation during our bath time.
On Saturday, the technical staff of the show arrived to start setting up sets, lighting, microphones, etc. The production staff arrived on Sunday and were getting everything ready when the producer receive a telephone call. When she got off the phone, she looked glum. Several of my sisters and I heard her tell the chief that there was a problem. The pretty hostess had taken a fall at her home the night before. Although her injuries were mostly minor, she would not be able to be on television for several days. She had bruises over her arms and face. The biggest concern though was that when she landed after the fall, she had broken her wrist. The producer, a woman named Laura, asked the chief if there was one of the women of the tribe that would be able to serve as a substitute for the show.
The chief, seeing the six of us standing there, summoned us over and asked her if any of these women were suitable. Laura was captivated with the natural beauty of the six of us and told the chief so. She looked each of us over carefully, saying that the woman had to be nearly the same size and stature as the hostess, since her clothes were already here and there was not enough time to bring in a substitute wardrobe. She first thanked us all for being available.
My true sister, Quiet Stream, spoke up instantly and said that she was too shy to be in such a public position. Laura smiled and thanked her for her honesty. She then looked at my former wife, White Dove, and Little Deer and apologetically told them that though they were very pretty, they were, unfortunately, too short. I was ready to withdraw as my true sister had done when Pale Moon spoke up. She said that Pretty Maid should be chosen for this honor, since she was the woman of our people who had most recently participated in the State's Fairest contest. Fair Dawn immediately echoed this suggestion, as did the other women. Even the chief was nodding in agreement.
I blushed as the producer turned to me and asked me if I were interested in filling in. I smiled at her and said that I would be honored to represent all of my sisters in the tribe. She then asked if I would have any problems walking in 4 and 5-inch heels and form fitting dresses. I told her that neither would be a problem. Her last question concerned what size dress I wore. Before I could answer, Pale Moon told the producer my dress size and that, if needed, I could go down an additional size through adjustments to my corset. Laura smiled at Pale Moon's response and then asked if I was wearing my corset even now. I assured her that I always wore my corset during the day. Fair Dawn assists me each day in putting it on. Laura then said that she would see me shortly after noon to coach me on my duties and to see how the outfits would fit me. I would also dress for the taping and be made up at that time.
After we returned to our cabin, I watched as Fair Dawn nursed our daughter, Morning Mists. I was happy that Fair Dawn allowed me to still taste her life-sustaining fluid at night after Morning Mist was asleep. It was still as enjoyable as when I served as her surrogate daughter and fulfilled the traditions of our people. This evening, though, as we put on our satin nightgowns for bed, Fair Dawn and I discussed my role as fill-in hostess for the game show. In a way, I think she was envious of the pretty things that I would get to wear. Even so, she felt that it would be a great chance for me to experience another part of my continuing feminine emergence and have the opportunity to wear some different clothes. As I settled in beside her, I agreed with her thoughts. Before I started to enjoy her life-sustaining fluid, I asked that she make sure that I was tightly laced into my satin corset. Since she wanted me to look my best, she assured me that I would be properly corseted under my buckskin dress.
The next morning, we went to the stream, as usual, for our communal bath. My sisters had already heard about the events of yesterday and my good fortune from Quiet Stream and Pale Moon. As Fair Dawn and I got into the water, the women feel silent for a brief instant and watched, as if out of admiration for my being selected as a substitute for the well-known hostess. Once we were in the water, our sisters resumed talking. Some even made a special trip over to congratulate me and give me a big hug. I was almost embarrassed by the continued and sincere affection that the women of the tribe expressed to me as their little sister.
After our bath, Fair Dawn and I dried off and put on our robes. We gathered Morning Mists from those that were watching her and returned to our cabin. I removed my robe as Fair Dawn went and got my lovely white satin corset. After wrapping it around me and fastening it, she drew the laces more tightly than ever before. It took me a few seconds to adjust my breathing so that I could withstand the tightness of my corset. My waist was an inch smaller and my breasts felt so full and firm in the cups of the corset top. Since I was laced so tightly, Fair Dawn had to assist me with the rest of my outfit. She first helped me into a pair of black seamed stockings. As it was difficult to sit, I leaned against the bed while she slid the stockings over my feet and up my legs. Before fastening the garters, she made sure that my seams were straight. Fair Dawn next helped me into a pair of white, satin panties, which she snugged around my hips after putting a pad in place and tucking what remained of my male being into place. A white satin slip, my deerskin dress and my moccasins completed my outfit. I realized that I would soon be changing into one of the hostess' gown for the taping of the show.
While Fair Dawn dressed and attended to Morning Mists, I tried to get as comfortable as possible. While it was not easy, I did find a position where I could be sitting down. It had been decided that the six of us, who were offered the opportunity to be the hostess, would go together to where the television show was being taped. My four good friends arrived just as Fair Dawn was finishing getting ready.
Pale Moon looked at me and complimented me on my further reduced figure. I smiled and thanked her for her words. We soon left our cabin, chatting softly amongst ourselves.
Laura was waiting for us when we arrived. She looked at me and asked, "Pretty Maid, may I touch your sides to know that you are wearing your corset?" Of course, I readily agreed. She not only ran her hands over the sides of my dress, feeling the firmness of my corset, she also let her hands wander briefly over my breasts and my bottom. I unintentionally sighed as her hands touched me. Quiet Stream was the only one that heard me and she smiled briefly in my direction at my reaction. Laura then asked if Pale Moon, White Dove and Little Deer would assist in selecting my gown and help to get me ready. They readily agreed and followed Laura to the temporary clothes closet.
While they were selecting my gown, Laura led me to a dressing room. As I removed my deerskin dress, slip and moccasins, I felt that her eyes were all over me. She smiled when she saw my seamed stockings and told me how nice they looked on my legs. I blushed slightly at her attention. Laura had me sit in front of a mirror and then had the makeup artist come in to do my hair and makeup. As she began her work, Lisa explained that, for working under the lights of television, my makeup would have to be heavier than what I was used to wearing in normal daylight hours. With that, she applied, foundation, powder, eye shadow, blush and mascara to my face. As she was finishing applying the lipstick to my lips, my sisters came in, carrying the gown and shoes that I would wear.
Lisa worked briefly with my hair, saying that my hair looked nice as it was. She sprayed me with some perfume on me and allowed me to get dressed. White Dove knelt down at my feet and put on a pair of bright green five-inch heels with an ankle strap across my instep to help keep them in place. I stood and felt comfortable walking in the shoes. Little Deer handed me a green satin, ankle-length full slip to put it. I loved this soft garment, both for the color and for the tons of lace at the bodice and around the hem. Pale Moon then helped me into my gown for the day. It was a skin-tight bright green satin sheath with spaghetti straps and a side slit on the one side, which enabled me to show off some leg as I walked. After I had it in place on my body, Pale Moon zipped me up. It was a good thing that Fair Dawn had laced me tighter into the corset. Otherwise I would never have gotten into this gown.
Laura came in and explained what my duties would be. Essentially, I was to stand on the set, smiling, clapping my hands for the contestants and looking pretty. I had a nominal task to perform during the show, which required that I walk back and forth on the stage at the appropriate time to reveal another clue. Laura explained that, when I walked, the camera would be set in such a way that either my breasts or my bottom would be shown off to good advantage. She also advised me to take short steps and swing my hips as I walked. I thought that, in this gown and these heels, I couldn't do anything else.
During the taping of the program, I performed flawlessly and provided the necessary visual effects that Laura desired. Fair Dawn and my sisters of the tribe watched the show from just off stage. Afterwards, I was happy to remove the heels and gown and put on my moccasins and my deerskin dress.
For the week of shows that we taped, my routine would be the same. Each morning, I would take my communal bath in the stream with the women of the tribe. Afterwards, Fair Dawn would tightly corset me before I dressed in my deerskin dress and moccasins. AT the set, I was made up very prettily for the program and then wore another beautiful gown. Each gown was lovelier than the previous one that I wore. During the shoot, I wore a strapless gold sheath that was as form-fitting as the green of the first day, a knee-length lilac satin sheath with short sleeves which allowed me to show off my seamed stockings as I walked, a red satin, sleeveless, full-skirted gown, and a blue satin blouse and black satin ball skirt. Each outfit was worn with matching five or six-inch heels.
After the taping ended, there was a party for those in the tribe that helped out with the show by handled various behind-the-scenes activities. Fair Dawn and my friends accompanied me to the party. Laura thanked me publicly for serving as an emergency stand-in for their hostess. As an added gesture of thanks, she presented gave me all of the outfits that I had worn during the show, saying that I looked pretty in each outfit. She then gave me with a big hug and some unexpected fondling of my bottom. My sisters smiled knowingly as they watched Laura's hug of me.
That night, we put on our satin nightgowns as usual and climbed into our bed. The next thing I remember is the alarm going off for the start of another day. The tribe had gone away from me for my waking hours but would return as I slept. However, I think I can still feel my ribs ache from the added tightness of the corset I had worn with Fair Dawn.
I now watch a certain game show whenever I can. I do not watch to see how the contestants do with the game. My interest is in what the pretty hostess is wearing. When she has on an outfit that appeals to me, I stop and wonder how I would look wearing the same thing. This then brings back pleasant memories of when I was able to be the substitute hostess for a wonderful dream week.
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