Hotel Room Conversations

by Rosie

 

"Come on, I thought we agreed we'd go out tonight."

"We did Susan, but that was before Charlie got the headache."

"Funny how Charlie always gets something at times like these."

"You were the one who lost his hat, Susan. The cold wind got at him."

"Oh for Christ's sakes Beth, don't blame me if you're dating such a sissy."

"Hey!"

"Pipe down, Nancy."

"Susan, please."

"Okay, okay. Look – I'm going out, whether your coming or not."

"Fine. Have a nice time."

"Fine."

 

"You mustn't let her taunts get to you, honey."

"You keep saying that, but does she have to be this mean?"

"She doesn't really mean any of that, she's just is the way she is?"

"Well, I'm not saying she's the nicest person on the world, but once you get to know her…"

"Do we really have to share the same room in the mean time?"

"Please, if you're trying to get me angry at you too, don't. I've told you a million times there were only three bed rooms left and that we couldn't afford other hotels. You'll just have to endure this a little longer."

"Okay. I'll try."

"Good. Now come here. You know, this is the first time we are alone together…"

"Hmm. But my head still hurts, you know."

"Oh stop complaining. Take your clothes off."

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I'm shy."

"Oh come on. Look, we'll turn the lights off."

"Okay."

"Mmmm… I don't know why you're so shy. You look good."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, look at you, all slim and skinny. No fat on you at all. Now get the pants off too."

"Can we go to bed now?"

"Sure, sure. Come here, honey."

"You look beautiful, too."

"Thanks. Want to take off my bra?"

"Mhm."

"And off with your shorts. Ooh, someone's happy to see me."

"Let's… bed… please…"

"Hey, what's this?"

"Ow! You said no light."

"I know, but I just had to see this. Wow."

"Can we please go to bed now? This is embarrassing."

"You should have thought about that before you shaved off your pubic hair. And waxed your legs… Oh, come on, don't be like that. I like it, I really do. It's just that I didn't expect it, that's all."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, why not? Now turn off that light and come to bed."

 

"Really you two. Back in bed."

"Charlie was a little tired and I joined him. So?"

"Fine, I see it's the sissy's fault. I'll go to the store alone. It'll do me good to get away from you two sickening little love birds. But you'd better be up when I get back. Hear this, Charlie? If you're still in bed I'll drag you out myself, put you over my knees and give you a good spanking. Stop giggling, Beth. See you in an hour."

 

"Really, Charlie, you have to speak up to her. Otherwise she'll treat you that way forever."

"Okay, honey."

"Hey, what's this?"

"What, Beth?"

"This."

"Oh, that. You know, lying next to you…"

"Stop that. And stop that bullshit. You weren't this excited five minutes ago."

"I can't control it."

"I said stop."

"Sorry. I thought you liked that."

"I do, but not now. Seriously though, Charlie, you got a hard on when she threatened to spank you. Don't look away! Didn't you?"

"Please, Beth, this is embarrassing."

"I'll bet it is, getting turned on by being spanked. Well. I guess you really are a little sissy, aren't you?"

"Beth, please…"

"Maybe you'd like to put on a pair of nice frilly panties today?"

"Please don't…"

"Getting even harder, aren't we? Okay, out of bed, sissy."

 

"Aren't these panties a bit too thin? I'll be cold."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Here, put on my pantyhose too."

"Couldn't I just wear my own shorts instead?"

"No. And if you complain any more, you're not wearing your socks over my nylons. Wonder what Susan will call you then…"

 

"Well, well. Looks like you can get your ass in gear after all. All it takes is just the magic word: Spanking. Isn't that right, sissy?"

"Look, Susan, stop calling me that. It isn't funny anymore."

"Stop calling you what?"

"Sissy."

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

"Ooh, the sissy is getting angry."

"Just stop that, please."

"Okay. I'll stop if you prove you're not a sissy."

"Fine."

"Good. Let's do it. You and me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Wrestling, stupid sissy. If you can pin me to the floor, I'll stop calling you that."

"Oh, that. Well, let me just take a leak first."

"Didn't I just see you coming out of the bathroom?"

"Yes, but…"

"No butts, sissy. Fight."

 

"Well, well, well. I should have guessed. Wearing Beth's panties, aren't we. Beth?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you pack that blue dress of yours?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I think Sissy would look quite pretty in it, don't you?"

 

"Stop crying, honey. I know it's humiliating, but you brought this on your self."

"But you said I had to stand up to her."

"Yeah, but that was before you put on my panties. And even so, you could know better than to fight her."

"But she's smaller than me. How was I supposed to know? And she pushed me into it, anyway. What was I supposed to do?"

"Tell her you don't fight girls for example? You know, I didn't really expect you to win – she is quite wiry. But you really embarrassed me by what you call fighting. Waving your thin weak arms in the air like a girl."

"Please, Beth, do I really have to do this?"

"You bet your sweet sissy ass you do. Hold your hands out."

"But the bra? Is this really necessary?"

"The bra and the slip. You know what? Take off your pantyhose. I think the garter belt should be in here somewhere."

 

"You sit on the floor, Sissy, right by my legs. That's it, spread your skirts around you. Don't you feel more appropriate like that?"

"Answer her, Sissy."

"I guess."

"Could you bring me my purse, Beth?"

"Which one?"

"The red one, I think it's hanging on the doorknob."

"Got it."

"Thanks. Pout your lips for me, Sissy."

"That's nice. Aren't you going to thank her?"

"Thanks, Susan."

"Smile while you do it."

"Thanks, Susan."

"Better. What say we take our Sissy shopping tomorrow?"

"Sure. Can't have him borrowing your stuff all the time, can we?"

"Is that your phone, Sissy? Better get it."

"Whoa, look at her go."

"Quite fast for heels that high, huh?"

 

"Hello?"

"Hi, Charlie. How are you?"

"Oh, hi mom. I'm fine."

"How are the girls treating you?"

"Okay, I guess."

"What's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"And why are you talking like that? Are you dressing again, son?"

"They made me do it, mummy."

"Of course they did. Let me talk to Beth."

"Oh, hello Miss Farnsworth. Okay, Myra. Yeah, I guess we did, I'm sorry about that, but really, we didn't mean anything bad with it. Just games, you know. Yes. About three inch. Yes, I mean, no, sorry. One piece dress. Blue, long. Silk. The skirt is loose, but the bodice is quite tight. Puffy sleeves. Matching undies. All mine, yes. No, no, almost perfectly. I mean, even the shoes fit him. That really surprised me. Really? Did he, I mean, you did? What? You're joking, right? Full time? Wow. Did he, now? Naughty boy. Oh, sorry, naughty girl. It is quite confusing. Yes, as a matter of fact, I did mean to, but not for real. Although I said I would, I'd just be shopping for me in reality. Just make him wear the clothes for a while, but now that I know, I guess we'll be doing the real thing. You sure? That's very generous of you, Myra. Oh, don't thank me, please. Okay. Well, I'll see you when we get back. Yeah. Bye."

"What was that all about?"

"It cleared a few things out. Why our Sissy is so good in walking on high heels. And why he keeps his body hairless and smooth."

"What?"

"You want to tell her yourself, Lucy?"

"Lucy?"

"Yeah. His, or hers, I don't know, mother had him/her dress like a girl."

"Did she? All the time."

"Would you believe he finished high school as a girl? Anyway, it's only been a year since he's stopped dressing. She didn't want him to, but he put his pretty little foot down. Broke away from his mother's arms. Started dressing like a boy, got a job, moved out. Got independent."

"So why is he still hairless over his body?"

"Good question. Lucy?"

"I tried to let it grow back, but it was too itchy."

"Anyhow, the deal with his mother was that if he started dressing again, it would be for good. Or at least a long time, so it's back to skirts for you, Lucy."

"What was that about being generous?"

"Oh, that. Myra has an account open in a boutique chain that has a store nearby. After we've dressed Lucy, we can get ourselves some nice things too."

"Oh, that's nice of her. When are we going?"

"I though tomorrow, but I think we have to go today. After all, Lucy didn't pack any of her nighties."

 

The End.

  

  

  

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