On Becoming A Squaw                  by: Betsygirl

 

Part 3

While not everyone, especially outsiders that came into contact with us, agreed with the tribe's methods, they were nevertheless effective. I am a perfect example of the effectiveness of the tribe's methods. When the tribal council felt that I was a poor representation of the tribe as Little Bear, they decreed that I should live among the women and become Pretty Maid. While I had resisted this action at first, I have come to accept my status and now actually enjoy wearing the fringed buckskin dresses and the satin lingerie. The daily hormones have helped to feminize my voice, my appearance and my attitude also. Recently, I had been introduced to corsets and had taken to liking them immediately. Among the women of the tribe, I had developed several close friends including Little Deer, Pale Moon and my former wife White Dove. Even during the women's communal bath each morning in the river, I was, more or less, regarded the same as any other woman of the tribe. To those not of the tribe, all of this may have seemed strange; to those of us in the tribe, it all seemed perfectly logical.

The tribe, through the chief and the tribal council of elders, also tended to look out for the welfare and wellbeing of each member. We were, in a sense, one big family. Whenever the tribal council spoke, it usually involved the welfare of one or more members of the tribe. Being summoned to appear before the council was usually a concern. You were only summoned when there was a problem that involved you.

One day, the council summoned several women of the tribe including Little Deer, Pale Moon and White Dove. I was concerned because I was also summoned with my sisters to appear before the council. No one seemed to have any indication why the council had summoned us. However, every woman took great care to make sure that her appearance was impeccable, from her satin lingerie to her buckskin dress to her makeup. Little Deer and Pale Moon made sure that my feminine appearance, both inside and out, matched that of my sisters.

We all appeared together at the tribal council chambers. When we entered, we were surprised to see one of our sisters sitting near the council table. Our sister, Fair Dawn did not look at any of us as we came in and sat down. I had learned to smooth my dress under me when sitting and did so now. We sat there, in silence, waiting for some member of the council to speak. We did not have long to wait.

While the rest of the council sat at their table, the chief stood up and looked at all of us before he spoke. "Women of the tribe, thank you for coming here today. We have a special problem involving one of your sisters, Fair Dawn. As you know, Fair Dawn was expecting her first child soon. However, she recently suffered two great losses in her life. We believe that the one caused the other. Her husband, Running Buffalo, left the reservation last month to go into town for some items that the tribe desired. During his travels, he was involved in an accident with a car that killed him instantly. The subsequent shock affected Fair Dawn greatly, to the extent that she has recently lost the child she was carrying."

The women all were saddened to hear this report from the chief. Pale Moon, acting as a spokesperson for the women, asked the chief what we could do to help her. The chief, after considering her question, slowly answered. "When a woman of our tribe has lost her unborn child and her breasts are still filled with her life-giving milk, it has been our tradition that the youngest child of the tribe, regardless of his or her age, be nursed at her breasts. This is so that she will experience the joys of having her milk sustain the life of another, especially if the child she lost would have been her first." There were murmured assents and general nodding of heads at this pronouncement. Pale Moon then asked, since this was our tradition, why bring us to the council? The action was obvious to all; have the youngest member of the tribe receive Fair Dawn's milk. Again the women murmured and nodded their complete assent.

However, the chief held up his hand to silence the women. "It is not as obvious as you would think. The council has proposed a slight change in our tradition for Fair Dawn's case and we wanted your input. While Pretty Maid has spent many moons walking this land, she has spent most of them as the inept and incompetent Little Bear. For the last several months, she has walked among us in her present form. The council feels that the youngest among us is really the adult Pretty Maid. We wanted to hear what you feel about having Pretty Maid fulfill this traditional position."

The chief's statement caught all of us, especially me, by surprise. Pale Moon was the first to speak up and said, "Chief and Tribal Elders. We recognize the wisdom that you bring here today and the traditions that they represent. Your suggestion, although unusual, is in keeping with the traditions of our ancestors. Since she is the youngest, Pretty Maid should be the one nursing at Fair Dawn's breasts. Not only that, Fair Dawn should have the joys of dressing and diapering her new daughter as a little girl. I believe that my sisters and I can offer her assistance in this regard."

One by one, the women of the tribe, even my former wife White Dove, offered their concurrence both with the suggestion from the tribal council and with Pale Moon's statement. When I tried to speak on my own behalf, the chief simply looked at me and shook his head no. As each of the women spoke in favor of the suggestion, I felt that it was closer and closer to being a certainty. After every woman except Fair Dawn had spoken, the chief turned to look at the council. All merely nodded their heads.

The chief again faced the women and spoke. "The decision of the council has been made. Pretty Maid will receive the life-giving milk from Fair Dawn and will be treated as her new daughter until such time as the tribe sees fit to return things as they were. Pale Moon, Little Deer and White Dove will properly prepare your sister, Pretty Maid. Once she is properly prepared, take her to Fair Dawn's hut." The women nodded as one, indicating that they would carry out the chief's wishes. The chief then said that the matter before the council was concluded and that the women were free to leave.

Several of the women went to Fair Dawn to offer her their sympathy and understanding. My three friends came and escorted me to a building I had seen but was unaware of its contents. That was soon to change. The women led me inside and then had me undress. When I was down to my bra and panties, the women said that, since my breasts had developed so, I should continue to wear my bra to properly support them. However, the panties had to be removed. They then spread a white mat on the floor and had me lie upon it. Pale Moon took the lead and started to apply baby lotion all over my body. She had me turn over so that my back and bottom were exposed. I heard some whispered comments and then White Dove knelt beside me and applied the lotion to my back and bottom.

I tensed slightly and then relaxed as I felt her lotion covered fingers enter my bottom opening. I as surprised at how it felt and I wanted her to continue feeling her way in my bottom. My joyous expectations were short-lived however as I was again turned onto my back. Little Deer applied the baby powder and then used to adult cloth diapers to cover my bottom. She commented on my reduced size male member and said that the hormones were working well on me. I was truly going to be Fair Dawn's little baby girl. Next came a pair of plastic pants trimmed in pink and a ruffled pair of pink, lacy panties.

The women had me sit up and then they put a satin camisole on me. I stood and they put two full petticoats and a frilly pink satin baby dress on me. A pretty pink ribbon was tied in my hair. I also had a frilly pink satin baby bonnet, resembling the old-fashioned poke bonnets, tied over my hair. Even though I looked like a modern adult baby, I still wore the women's moccasins that our tribe had worn for generations. Just as we were leaving for Fair Dawn's hut, Pale Moon remembered one last thing. She placed a baby's pacifier in my mouth, between my red lips.

I was led out of the building, dressed like an adult sissy baby, sucking on my pacifier. Unfortunately, all of the members of the tribe were lining the path to watch me pass. I heard many comments spoken at me, none of which were very complimentary. My cheeks burned over this humiliation and I wanted to cry on the spot. The only thing that kept me from crying was my determination not to let the other members of the tribe see me act like a baby. We soon arrived at Fair Dawn's hut. Pale Moon went inside with me to be able to assist Fair Dawn.

Fair Dawn was lying on her bed, her buckskin dress and most of her satin lingerie neatly piled on the table. She was wearing only her white satin panties and a nursing bra. She smiled at me when I entered. Before I went to fulfill my responsibility of nursing on Fair Dawn, Pale Moon stopped me and said that a baby needs to be wearing a proper bib before she is fed. Since they couldn't find any adult sized baby bibs, the women had long since decided that plastic shampoo capes would work equally as well. Pale Moon fastened a pink one around my neck. She also removed the pacifier from my mouth.

Pale Moon then indicated that I was then ready to be fed. Fair Dawn looked at me and said, "Come to me my sweet baby Pretty Maid. Let me sustain you with the milk from my breasts. Drink deeply and well of this fluid." I proceeded to lie beside her, my head resting on her arm, my mouth only inches away from her full breast. She unsnapped the front of her nursing bra, allowing my mouth to access her breast. As I put my lips around it, she said, "My pretty baby, drink from my breast to your heart's content." As I sucked, Fair Dawn continued to squeeze her breast with one hand, making sure I drank her milk, while holding my head in place with her other hand. I completely forgot that Pale Moon was watching everything, and, as I suspected, would be reporting on what had happened here to the other women of the tribe.

At first, the thought of being treated as Fair Dawn's baby daughter did not appeal to me. However, the more I nursed her breast and felt her wonderful fluid flow into my eager mouth, the more I was enjoying the experience, even in spite of the initial humiliation I had felt. After twenty minutes of being fed, Fair Dawn stroked my hair and said, "Pretty Maid, that is enough for now. You will be able to nurse again shortly." I reluctantly removed my mouth as she refastened the nursing cup. She then had me sit up so that she could burp me. After this, she had me lie beside her as she sung me a lullaby. Quickly, I fell asleep, unconcerned that I was now Fair Dawn's baby.

When I awoke, I found that I was still nestled close to Fair Dawn. However, the pacifier had been placed in my mouth, which I blissfully sucked on while I slept. As I stirred, Fair Dawn started talking to me like a mother does with her baby. "Is my little girl waking up happy? Is she dry? We will have to check you. Would you like more of my milk, my little daughter, my Pretty Maid?" I looked up at her and nodded my head. However, before she fed me, she reached down and checked my diaper to see if I was dry. When she found that I was still dry, she smiled at me and called me her "Mommy's Good Little Girl."

I still had my bib, or rather my shampoo cape on, covering my dress. Fair Dawn smiled as she unfastened the front of her nursing bra and again offered me her breast, heavy with her milk. This time, I greedily sucked away, drinking her milk. As she stroked my head, covered by the satin baby bonnet, she said, "Pretty Maid, you do not have to drink it so fast. There is plenty of milk in my breasts for you. Just take your time." Again, when Fair Dawn felt that I had consumed my fill, she stopped me, telling me that there would be more later.

Over the next few days, the routine was established. The women, along with Fair Dawn, would be there when I awoke. They would help me into a wheeled buggy, take me to the river for my morning bath. Fair Dawn, as my substitute Mommy would bathe me in the river. After I was washed, the women would take turns in diapering and dressing me. Fair Dawn would always be the one though to apply lotion to my bottom. Each time she did, I felt her finger enter my rear feminine opening. Invariably, I would let out a sigh during Fair Dawn's probing.

While being diapered each day, I would hear a few giggles from some of them but, by now, I didn't care what anyone thought. Usually, by the time that I was dressed in my frilly dress, ruffled panties and satin poke bonnet, Fair Dawn would be ready to feed me. A mat would be spread on the ground, my bib/shampoo cape would be placed over me, Fair Dawn would unfasten her nursing bra and I would get my morning feeding. My lipstick-covered lips would hungrily seek her breast, as the women would watch with great interest.

After my feeding, I would be burped. I would be allowed to play with dolls for a while before Fair Dawn would take me back to her hut. During the rest of the day, I would be fed three or four more times, changed at least twice and take two naps. I would always wear my oversized bib or shampoo cape each time I nursed on Fair Dawn's breasts. At night, I would be put into a frilly adult-sized baby's nightgown, given my pacifier and be sung to sleep, as Fair Dawn would sing a lullaby.

After a few weeks of this routine, we were again appearing before the tribal council, with the rest of the women. I was still dressed as a baby, wearing my diapers, a frilly dress, ruffled satin panties and satin poke bonnet and sucking on my pacifier. I sat between Fair Dawn and White Dove. Pale Moon and Little Deer sat nearby.

This time the chief did not speak first. Instead, Fair Dawn arose to address the council. "Oh Chief and Tribal Elders. I recognize the wisdom of our traditions and of the elders. A month ago, you adapted a traditional behavior of the tribe to meet my special needs as well as the special needs of our youngest sister, Pretty Maid. During this time, I have come to experience, in some degree, the joys of having my life-sustaining fluid nourish another member of the tribe. Pretty Maid has been able to experience some of the joys of being the daughter of the tribe, something that she had not been able to experience until now. However, at this time, I feel that the needs of both of us have been fulfilled. I would request that the council consider returning Pretty Maid to her prior status as a woman of the tribe instead of keeping her as my surrogate daughter."

While I was surprised to hear Fair Maid speak this request, I did notice the chief and the rest of the tribal elders nodding their heads in agreement. The chief arose and addressed the women, particularly Fair Dawn and me. "Fair Dawn, the tribe continues to mourn with you over your recent dual losses. We know that nothing can replace these losses. However, we hope that, through your surrogate daughter Pretty Maid, you have been able to experience some little bit of a woman's fulfillment. In the future, I am sure you will experience your womanly fulfillment properly. And Pretty Maid, since you became a woman of the tribe in your adult years, rather than being born and raised that way, this decision of the council gave you the opportunity to experience, at least in part, what being a young daughter of the tribe would have been like. The council decrees that Fair Dawn's request is approved. Pretty Maid, you will again rejoin the women of the tribe."

As we left the council room, my four tribal sisters and I returned to Fair Dawn's hut. They removed the baby clothes from me and assisted me into my corset and satin lingerie. It certainly felt different wearing these feminine fashions after wearing the diapers and baby clothes for the last month. After I put on my buckskin dress, Pale Moon assisted me with my makeup. White Dove reminded me to start taking my hormone pills again. We then returned all of the baby things to the special building. To me, it seemed rather sad, as I was just beginning to really enjoy being Fair Dawn's daughter and receiving her life-sustaining milk from her breasts. I even savored the satin baby clothes and being diapered each day. Secretly, I would miss Fair Dawn applying the lotion to my bottom and exploring my feminine opening with her fingers.

After everything was properly returned to storage, Fair Dawn asked me if I would walk with her back to her hut. When we reached her hut, she looked at me, smiled prettily and told me that, even though I was no longer her surrogate daughter; I could still receive her milk if I wanted. I quickly nodded in acceptance of her offer. She then coyly asked me if I wanted her to continue to apply lotion to my bottom. As I thought of this, I sighed and nodded dreamily. She then indicated that her breasts were full of milk and were ready for me. I quickly followed her inside to continue my regular feedings, complete with my shampoo cape bib.

That is why, each night when I go to sleep, I wear a shampoo cape over my nightgown. That way, when I again become Pretty Maid and join the tribe, I will be ready to continue my feedings and receive the milk from Fair Dawn's breasts.

 

 

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