Disappointment
Isabella stomped to her room; her temper high with her mother denying her again. When she got older, she would do what she wanted to, mother be damned! Flinging herself on her bed she wept, why did her mom have to be so old fashioned, all the girls were going on the overnight with the boys to Brunswick, GA, she was going to be the laughingstock of her school. She was a virgin and hoped to right that little thing on the weekend bash, now she was destined to be a virgin all her life long. Her phone rang, "Hey, doll, you got your bag packed with the not-so-secret condoms?" Isabella sniffled, "She won't let me go, everyone is going to laugh at me Suzanne, what am I to do?" Her friend gasped, "Oh dear, will I guess you will live just fine without going, bestie." "I just want to die before the walk of shame on Monday, I can just hear them all now, 'There goes the spinster MacDonald, she will be alone for the rest of her life! There goes Miss Goddy-Two-Shoes, too good to join us! Saving yourself girl, for who?' Snickers all around." "Oh, girlfriend, it won't be that bad, you just have to hold your head high give them that MacDonald stare down and walk on, no words necessary." Isabella sniffled again, "I guess, you have enough fun for the both of us, while I shrink away to nothingness." Suzanne chuckled, "not so girlfriend you will be the same when I come back, I will text you when I get there okay?" "Sure, see you, bestie," said Isabella wiping her tears away. I-I-I wish I had someone who loved me for me and let me do what I wanted when I wanted; I want a man who cares for me and me alone!" she screamed into the night. A twinkle in the sky above her house enlarged just enough to hear what she said, "Sisters, sisters?" "What say ye, Regan?" said Tasha. "Yes, what do you want?" said Emily. "We have a wish to grant this night and she will have to make a choice to stay or go?" "Whatever do ye mean, Regan?" they said together. "She is angry at being denied what she things is a 'right' of passage but must find out that such a right is sacred and special, not a notch in the bedpost or a line to be marked off a checklist. She needs to be tried and tested where women were sacred but had a specific place in life, ummmm, say 1753 Scotland?" "What do ye think, girls?" "That sounds positively delicious, sister dear," said Emily. "Just divine," said Tasha. "When shall we do this wish, sister?" "I believe we should wait until she sleeps let her think it is a dream and find out it is not." "How devilish ye are sister," they said again together. "How long will she be gone from this time?" "I say just over a few days, but back in 1753 let us say one month?" They both gasped, "Any number of things could happen in that time span?" "Yes, they could, couldnae they," said Regan with a twinkle in her eye. She was the matchmaker among the three, she had just the clan leader that needed a wife, Gavin MacLeod, her smile got bigger, boy were they both in for a shock.
Isabella went down for dinner with her mother; mom tried to cheer her up with her favorite, roast chicken, but it was not to be this night, her only daughter was at that stage of the game where being unruly and selfish were at the top of her list of things to fling at her mother. Margaret was at her wit's end what could she do to bring her daughter around to her thinking? "What if we go to the REnaissance Festival in Bradbury tomorrow, we can get your dress out of the bag and see if it still fits and you could go in costume?" "I guess that is better than sitting in my room." They finished dinner and then went upstairs to the spare wardrobe closet, pushing things aside they grasped the edges of the big box and pulled it forward taking it into Isabella's room and putting it on the bed. After so pushing and pulling they had the closet back in order with Margaret shutting the door. "Let's see how it looks on you now, I think there was a little grow room sewn in when we got it from great, great grandmother in Scotland. The dress was a lovely yellow, green, blue tartan with a single red line woven through the material of which the skirt was made with an undershirt of off-white with a brilliant navy-blue piping on the flouncy neckline and puffy sleeves. The vest over the shirt with puffy shoulders and long sleeves had the same solid blue in front and the same tartan int he back that tied from the top down in the front. It had an off-white underskirt with petticoats under that for width and dome shape from the waist down to the ankles. The corset was period and made of bone which would be on top of her chemise and made Isabella would look lovely like she stepped out of a history book. The shoes were a flat black with a wide heel and button buckles to fasten them on, with off-white hosiery. She had a soft blue woolen shawl to wear over it. Her mother took out the shell combs she bought to go with the dress. "What do you say we try on the outfit to see what it looks like on you?" "Sure, what else do I have to do?" she said sullenly. She kept her panties on under the bloomers, took off her bra and put on the chemise, then her hose and tied them on in the middle of her thighs; then she put on her shoes, it would be easier now than after the crinolines and petticoats went on. The more she put on the sleepier and calmer she got. Facing her mother, she held up the corset and pulled it to her chest as her mother laced it up and pulled it tight enough but not too tight, Isabella took a breath, "It's okay there, mom." Next came the crinolines and petticoats, five layers, then the underskirt was put over her head and pulled down to fall over the petticoats and tied around the back of her waist, then the undershirt lay on top of the skirt; then the tartan over skirt that tied to the side and tucked in the waist so no one could see it. Her vest was next, and her mom laced it down the front and let the long tie lay. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Isabella sat still as her mother fixed her auburn hair in an up-do with tendrils hanging down. "Before I take the picture, here is my great, great, great, great grandmother's broach to hold the shawl in place, now let me take a picture of you with your phone and mine?" "Okay," she yawned. She just wanted to go to sleep but would wait to lie down until her mom came back and took the pictures. With the pictures taken, Isabella crawled further up on the bed and lay down, "Don't you want to take it all back off before you go to bed?" "Later, all I want to do is sleep." "Okay, I will check on you later, love you bug." "Love you too, mom," she said as her eyes closed, and her breathing became steady. The breeze came in through the window along with the three fairies with their spell to give:
In the waning moon ye be, together we make the wish for thee, a lover, a friend, a husband ye shall meet; the choices to make are yers to seek, with these words, we send ye back, to become his Sassenach. Starlight bright to lead the way, words be spoken by the three, so let it be said, we mote it be.
