I arrived in the dining room to see that the breakfast table was already made.
Cousin Karen was already seated where my grandfather had once sat as if she was head of this household.
Still wearing her Blue nighty with frilly lace and her slippers, I wondered to myself what evil schemes cousin Karen had in store for me today.
Would she make me play another game of schools, where she would humiliate me for getting my arithmetic wrong and beat me.
However, I was pleasantly surprised when she greeted me with a cheerful.
“Good Morning Patricia, how are you?”
I so could not believe cousin Karen’s change of attitude toward me, it was as if she had become a new person entirely.
Nannys Mitchel’s attitude had also changed towards me much earlier whilst in the bedroom changing into my dress.
This change had been from a harsh stern tone to a more gentle one.
However, there were still twinges in her tone that were severe as if to say,
“Do not play up, or there will be consequences”.
I also believed that this rule applied to cousin Karen as well, and she knew very well how far she could push things.
As with me, cousin Karen was certainly no stranger to old fashioned spankings.
With this in mind, it may be possible that she had been warned to be nice to me today.
Cousin Karen started to make polite small talk, such as remarking on how delightful my mint green dress looked on me, how she liked the frilly lace, and how she had one similar.
At first, I was not too responsive having remembered some of the unkind things she had done to me in the past, as well as the trouble she had gotten me into on numerous occasions.
This trouble had resulted in many painful trips over Nanny Mitchel’s knee.
However, I was warming to this kinder more agreeable side of my cousin and soon I was talking to her more freely.
As Nanny Mitchel busied herself in the Kitchen, preparing breakfast, myself and cousin Karen talked about all things girly.
The subjects included such things as, skipping games, dolls houses, dresses, and a whole host of other things that were entirely new to me.
On the subject of skipping games, I had seen the girls on my council estate play them on a regular basis.
This was whilst the boys busied themselves with military-based games such as commandos and warlords
I had so wanted to join in with these skippings games but would never do so for fear of being further labeled a sissy pansy by the rough boys.
As well as this I did not know any skipping games.
Furthermore, I did not even know how to skip.
The other game I so wanted to play was hopscotch.
I would regularly see a hopscotch platform that had carefully been chalked out on the pavement.
However much the same as with the skipping games, I would dare not even suggest playing such games for fear of reprisals.
Being quite astute for her year’s cousin Karen had recognized my longing to play such games.
During our pre-breakfast small talk, she suggested that she would teach me skipping games as well as hopscotch.
As well as this she told me that as I was now in the process of sissyfication we could also play with her doll’s house.
So far it had not even been a day since my transformation had started.
It had not altogether been an easy process as I had already endured a few good smacks from Nanny Mitchel.
However, I was starting to see that there may be a point to all this.
It seemed to be that this Sissification was not only harmless but above all, it was liberating.
Maybe people listening to this story may understand and feel the same way!
It was not too long before Nanny Mitchel started to come out with a pot of tea, toast, jam, and porridge.
Whilst Nanny Mitchel was doing so something came over me that had never done so before.
This was a willingness and a wanting to help.
“Nanny”, I asked her, in a voice that also appeared to be changing to a softer girl-like tone.
“Yes Patricia”, came Nanny Mitchel’s reply.
“Would you like me to help you carry out the breakfast things?”
“What a lovely kind thought,” came Nanny Mitchel’s response.
“But it is quite alright, Nanny has her ways of doing things on her own”, she continued
“You just sit there and eat your breakfast when I bring it out”
I did now feel guilty about leaving Nanny Mitchel to do all these chores on her own.
This was something else I had never felt before, as I was used to being waited on hand and foot.
However, Nanny Mitchel was set firmly in her ways and as she said, she had her own way of doing things.
Perhaps, just maybe, she would let me help her clear up.
Both myself and cousin Karen had learned over the years that we were never allowed to start eating until Nanny Mitchel was seated.
So there we sat like hungry bears whilst Nanny Mitchel served the food.
Nanny Mitchel went to the chest of drawers where she kept all her linen such as tea towels napkins and so on.
Out of there, she produced what appeared to be something like a large baby’s bib.
It did not take me too long to realize that it was a large baby’s bib she had retrieved from the drawer and indeed I was going to be the one to wear it.
“We do not want any food spillages on your new dress Patricia, you need to wear this,” said Nanny Mitchel in a matter-of-fact tone.
Had Nanny Mitchel tried to make me wear such a thing twenty-four hours previously, I certainly may have kicked up a fuss, which invariably would have got me smacked.
However, the new me made no objection at all.
On the contrary, I not only saw the practical side of wearing the bib, I thoroughly enjoyed the prospect of wearing it.
Carefully and tenderly with her old worn hands, Nanny Mitchel tied the bib around my neck.
Not wishing to be outdone Cousin Karen also requested if she could have a bib as well.
Nanny Mitchel gave one of her rare smiles.
“Of course, you can have a bib,” came her reply.
Nanny Mitchel went back to the chest of drawers and proceeded to get a bib out for cousin Karen.
However, much to cousin Karen’s dismay, Nanny Mitchel just handed her the bib instead of putting it on for her.
However, cousin Karen accepted this and thus proceeded to put the bib on herself.
Finally, Nanny Mitchel sat down at the table and we were all tucking into our breakfast.
It had seemed that the diet I had been threatened with, the evening before had been duly forgotten about.
However, both myself and cousin Karen knew better than to be greedy, for Nanny Mitchel dispised gluttony.
Breakfast was soon over as quickly as it had begun.
It was explained to both myself and cousin Karen that we would all be going to the town today in order to get me a new pair of shoes.
Normally going shopping with anyone, be it my long-suffering mother, one of my many aunties or Nanny Mitchel was a complete drag,
However, the new sissified me was now excited by the prospect of shopping with Nanny Mitchel and cousin Karen.
Cousin Karen did not seem to mind so much that I was going to be getting new shoes and she wouldn’t.
Nanny Mitchel had a rule.
That was if she bought something for one of us she would buy something for the others.
Bearing this in mind, cousin Karen knew full well that she would also be treated, and something would be purchased for her as well as me.
I volunteered to help Nanny Mitchel clear the breakfast things away, whilst cousin Karen went upstairs to get washed and dressed, and ready for the day’s shopping trip.