Persephone
06-19-2010, 03:29 AM
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mary Jane. Her friend was a mouse named Sniffles. Mary Jane had the unique ability to say her magic words and become small like Sniffles.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/MaryJaneAndSniffles.jpg
I adored Mary Jane and dreamed endlessly that there was, somewhere, somehow, a secret word that would turn me into a little girl.
There is.
Well, no longer a little girl, but there is a magic word so powerful that when someone utters it I instantly turn into a grown woman.
The magic word is "Ma'm."
If I'm en drab and someone says it, I automatically shapeshift.
It happened at the bank yesterday. I was next in line, no makeup, Dockers, a women's orange polo shirt, and my wallet jammed in my back pocket.
The lady directing traffic pointed down the row of tellers and said, "Right this way, Ma'm."
Poof! Instantly, I morphed. My femme self seized control. As she stepped in, my facial expressions and eye contact changed, my smile emerged, my voice softened, my speech pattern altered, I stood straighter, my waist indented, and I became the woman they believed they'd already seen.
So automatic, it's practically a reflex. Almost uncontrollable. If it wasn't so wonderful a feeling, it would seem downright scary.
Does the "magic word" change you?
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/MaryJaneAndSniffles.jpg
I adored Mary Jane and dreamed endlessly that there was, somewhere, somehow, a secret word that would turn me into a little girl.
There is.
Well, no longer a little girl, but there is a magic word so powerful that when someone utters it I instantly turn into a grown woman.
The magic word is "Ma'm."
If I'm en drab and someone says it, I automatically shapeshift.
It happened at the bank yesterday. I was next in line, no makeup, Dockers, a women's orange polo shirt, and my wallet jammed in my back pocket.
The lady directing traffic pointed down the row of tellers and said, "Right this way, Ma'm."
Poof! Instantly, I morphed. My femme self seized control. As she stepped in, my facial expressions and eye contact changed, my smile emerged, my voice softened, my speech pattern altered, I stood straighter, my waist indented, and I became the woman they believed they'd already seen.
So automatic, it's practically a reflex. Almost uncontrollable. If it wasn't so wonderful a feeling, it would seem downright scary.
Does the "magic word" change you?