On Becoming A Squaw
by: Betsygirl

 

We were a twenty first century tribe of native Americans still living pretty much as our ancestors had lived hundreds of years before. Our ways then, as our ways now, included hunting, fishing and farming. The tribe had made certain accommodations with the modern age, however. The use of prescription medicines was now allowed instead of the old tribal remedies. Even though they still wore the buckskin dresses and moccasins, the women had adopted the custom of wearing of soft lingerie and cosmetics and, as I was to find out to my dismay, the use of feminine hygiene products.

Today was a day that sent an unknown fear throughout my body. I had been summoned to appear before the tribal council of elders. This was an ominous occurrence, since you were only summoned before the council for grave and serious offenses. I entered the council hall, filled with fear and trepidation. Immediately upon my entry into the hall, I heard the chief say, "Little Bear, come forward and stand before us."

I was weak-kneed as I approached the front of the room. I lowered my eyes to the floor at my shame as I stood in front of the council. I was even more weak-kneed and shamed when I heard the chief's pronouncement. "Little Bear, you are a continuing embarrassment to the tribe as a brave and a warrior. All you seem to do is cause trouble and problems. As of today, you are no longer a brave or even a male member of this tribe. From this day on, you shall live amongst the women of the tribe as a woman yourself. From this day forward, you will be known to all as Pretty Maid."

"But this is not fair," I started to protest. The chief stopped me in mid-sentence. "This is the ruling of your elders," he said. I asked, "But how can I live as a woman when I am a man? And what will become of my wife, White Dove?" The chief looked at me sternly and said, "Little Deer and Pale Moon will help you to become a woman of the tribe. As for your wife, White Dove, she has already been given over to a real warrior." I then timidly asked who that warrior was. The chief simply replied, "Running Bear."

Being ordered to live as a woman in the tribe and then hearing that my beloved wife was being given to Running Bear, an acquaintance since childhood, was simply too much for me to take. I started crying, burying my face in my hands. For several seconds, I sobbed uncontrollably. "You are just doing this to me because I am so very small and weak and not like the other men in the tribe," I managed to sputter out through my sobs.

The chief looked at me harshly and replied, "Your size has no bearing on this decision. Your lack of manly qualities and abilities is what caused you to be banished to live as a woman. Even now, you prove us right by standing there crying just like a woman. Now go with Little Deer and Pale Moon. They are ready to make you into a woman of the tribe."

It then hit me that this sentence was final and absolute. I knew that both Little Deer and Pale Moon had been good friends with both my wife and my sister. This realization made me not want to go with them. "You will go," the chief said simply. "Your case is over." With that, the two women came to take me to the women's area of the camp. As we walked to that portion of the camp, I heard Little Deer and Pale Moon giggle repeatedly as they looked at me. At last, I yelled, "You cannot do this to me. I am a male of this tribe. I have certain rights. I will see that you are punished for your disrespect to me." Pale Moon stopped and said; "The order of the chief and the council will be obeyed. You are no longer a male of this tribe. With the council's orders, you have become a squaw. I have full authority over you in order to make you comply with this order. Now, be quiet."

I realized that I was going to be forced to be a woman. At that point, I lowered my head and started to cry again. Little Deer pointed to my tears and said, "See, the wisdom of the chiefs is already evident. You cry just like one of us." Pale Moon agreed with her. By then we had reached the area used by the unmarried women of the tribe. Pale Moon ordered me to take off all of my clothes and be prepared to be dressed as a proper woman of the tribe. I was still thinking that I could somehow overcome this adversity and I refused. With that, Pale Moon stepped up and slapped me hard on the cheek. "You are now a woman of this tribe. You must dress like a woman," she said.

Her slap brought another round of tears to my eyes. However, I started to quickly remove all of my clothes. "What will happen to these clothes?" I asked. "And where will I stay?" Pale Moon told me that my clothes would be divided among the younger male children of the tribe. I would stay in the women's cabin, doing all of the tasks that women usually did for the tribe. That my clothes were to be given to the children was a crushing blow. Hearing that I would live, work and be a woman was an even bigger blow.

I now stood before the two women naked. Little Deer produced a satin garter belt and stockings for me to wear. After fastening the garter belt around my waist, she showed me how to put on my stockings. Pale Moon stopped Little Deer from getting me dressed any further. She said that as a woman, I would have a regular monthly discomfort. Pale Moon said that today was the first day of my monthly and as such, I should be properly protected. Little Deer understood immediately and went and got a tampon, applicator and sanitary pad for me to wear. Pale Moon had me bend over while she inserted the tampon into my feminine cavity. Little Deer then helped me into a pair of satin panties, making sure to properly position the pad and tuck me in.

Pale Moon then said, "Here is the garment that truly makes you a woman. Put out your arms so that we may put your bra on you." With tears in my eyes and my face red with embarrassment, I held out my arms and let her slide the bra on. She quickly hooked the back. "It looks like the Spirit of Women has not given you what is necessary to fill your bra," Pale Moon said. She then took a pair of breast forms and properly positioned them in my bra. When I looked down, my chest was huge. "Until you can fill your bra naturally, you will wear these D-sized inserts," Pale Moon said. "When the males of the tribe see you like this, they will want to have you as their woman.

Her words caused even more tears to flow. "No," I said. "No one should know of this humiliation I am undergoing." Pale Moon looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Once the council has decided, the whole tribe knows. Put on your satin, lacy slip and then we will do your hair and makeup." Resignedly, I let the silky garment slide down my body.

Pale Moon then had me sit while she and Little Deer did my hair and makeup. I noticed that all of the women of the tribe were standing around, watching my humiliation, even my former wife and sister. Some giggled and pointed at me. Others whispered among themselves. My wife and sister tried to stay in the back, too embarrassed for me and for themselves. Although I was shame-faced about what was happening, I started to notice the softness of the garments I was wearing. I suddenly seemed to be savoring the application of each cosmetic to my face. When Pale Moon applied the lipstick to my lips, I eagerly held my face up to her as she applied several coats of the red cream to my lips. Little Deer made a very feminine hairstyle for me.

Deerskin moccasins were placed on my feet. Pale Moon then helped me into a deerskin dress that fit snugly to my body. The hem of the skirt fell to my knees. A necklace was placed around my neck. All of a sudden, I realized how nice I felt wearing these clothes. I almost felt as if I was truly a woman of the tribe.

Pale Moon had me stand and then turned to face the women of the tribe. "Sisters, today we welcome a new squaw into our midst. We welcome Pretty Maid as our new sister. She is as much a sister to any of us as we are to her. She will be treated the same as any other sister and will do the same chores that we all do. Pretty Maid will have her monthly time just like any other sister. At night, she will sleep in a nightgown with the rest of the single women. Additionally, she will take some of the modern medicine, that the doctors call hormones, to make her more like each of us. When the council decides it is time, she will be given to one of the males of the tribe as a wife. Let us all welcome our new sister into our midst."

First each of the women, starting with Pale Moon and Little Deer came up and gave me a hug. Some hugs wound up in a fondling of my bottom, which I seemingly enjoyed. Next I knelt before Pale Moon and promised that I would be and act as a sister to the other sisters in the tribe. The women formed a circle around me and chanted a prayer to the spirits that I would be a woman in every aspect of my being. After the ceremony, Pale Moon made sure that I took my first hormone pill. "It will give you curves in the proper places for a woman," she told me.

The rest of the day, I was trained in the various duties of a woman in the tribe. I was taught how to cook, wash, sew and attend to every need of the males. I was also taught the proper degree of subservience to the males of the tribe. At bedtime, I was allowed to remove all of my clothing except for my bra, to continue to hold my inserts, and panties, because it was my monthly time. I wore a white satin nightgown and slept in the small bed provided for me. The women were slow to adjust to my presence. While falling asleep, I heard some giggles and comments about the tribe's new sister. However, even though I was outwardly resisting this change, inwardly I seemed quite happy.

The next morning, the women of the tribe dressed in robes and went to the stream to bathe together. Pale Moon showed me how to remove my tampon before we left. Additionally, I took my next hormone pill. At the stream, all of the women took of their robes and got into the stream to wash. I was reluctant to join them until Little Deer and Pale Moon reminded me that I was a woman of the tribe, regardless of what my body looked like. I then removed my robe and entered the stream with Pale Moon and Little Deer. The women had grown strangely quiet until I entered the stream with them. Then conversation resumed.

During this communal bath, some of the women would take turns washing each other. I noticed on several occasions where there was intense breast fondling. Pale Moon said, "Pretty Maid, I will wash you if you will wash me. Please take extra time in washing my breasts." While she was washing me, Pale Moon said, "You are so appealing as a woman Pretty Maid. The spirits must have made a mistake when they allowed you to enter this world as a male. With the exception of breasts and genitals, you already look and act like a woman." I said nothing to her comments but inwardly I treasured her words.

When the bath was over, we all dried off, put on our robes and then returned to the cabin to get dressed. Pale Moon again inserted a tampon into my female cavity and Little Deer helped me to get dressed in my lingerie, moccasins and deerskin dress. After my makeup was done, I did my share of the chores.

While I helped serve the meal, some of the males made rude and raucous comments about my feminine appearance. Running Bear was particularly unkind saying that I was now appropriately dressed for what I was and that he had satisfied White Dove more in one night than I had in our years together. With that, he and his friends laughed heartily. I kept my control until I returned to the kitchen area. Many of the women could tell I was upset. A few came and hugged me and tried to comfort me. They said that Running Bear was very rough on White Dove and she is sore from his repeated mountings of her. White Dove had also admitted to them that, during our time, I was gentle and kind with her. Some of the women saw that as proof that I belonged with the women. A few tried to have me completely overlook the situation. In all, they just treated me like I was one of them. Their acceptance of me comforted and consoled me. Even with this assurance and support from all of my sister squaws, mealtime was a difficult time due to the continued verbal harassment from Running Bear.

After a week, Pale Moon stopped having me use a tampon and a pad, reminding me though that one week a month I would still need to use pads. I assured her that I would do as she instructed. By then, also, the routine had been firmly established. I looked forward to wearing the satin lingerie and the tight fitting deerskin dress. The women no longer giggled and stared at me when we took our communal bath. There was no more whispered chatter about my shame and about my being turned into a woman as we went to sleep at night. I took my hormones daily and continued to feel good about being with my sister squaws. Doing our laundry was such a nice experience because it allowed me to hand wash the satin intimates of my sisters. My blood sister and White Dove, originally shamed and embarrassed by my shame, have become my closest friends among the women. Maybe the chief and the council were right in forcing me to live among the women as a woman myself.

One night, I had difficulty sleeping. All of my sister squaws were in a deep sleep. I thought that maybe some fresh, night air would help me to get to sleep. Wearing my bra, panties and nightgown, I slid from the bed, put on my moccasins and went outside.

I had not strayed too far from the women's cabin when I saw a dark form in the shadows. I froze in fear, too scared to run or even scream. Suddenly the form advanced toward me. I quickly recognized the leering face of Running Bear. When he realized that it was I, he started his continuing taunts. He then grabbed me and roughly pawed my artificial breasts. This strangely excited me. After that, he forced me to my knees. "Now Pretty Maid, you are going to learn one way to satisfy the males. Prepare to take me in your mouth." He quickly lowered his buckskin breeches exposing his manhood. He grabbed my head and started to force me toward it.

Just as he was about to make me more of a woman, I awoke to the sound of the alarm to begin another day. My time as a squaw had all been a dream. I felt sad that these experiences weren't real. However, I knew that I could rejoin the tribe and my squaw sisters any time I want. As the Everly Brother said in a song, "All I have to do is dream. Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream."

I am sure that I will have many more adventures as the squaw Pretty Maid with all of my sisters. I will try to convey them to you from time to time.

 

 

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