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I'm ancient - so have many years behind me. With any luck I've learned some sense about myself and the subject of transvestism. Have no problem in learning more. Want to, as a matter of fact.
A belated Happy 4th July to Bea’s US readers hope
you enjoyed the day.
I hadn’t realised it’s been 3 weeks or so since the last
episode. As I’ve mentioned I’ve been working on it but it’s been slow. Readers
seem to like this part of Jack’s journey and I wish I could get the episodes
published quicker but life’s just getting in the way. I’m still not sure but
suspect the next episode will conclude this part.
For Lucky Girl, I’ve contacted Bea and he’s no problem with
approving you as a contributor just has to figure out how to do it so I’ll let
you know soon.
Ok, here’s Part 3 – I’ve reviewed this a few times for typos
and my eyes ache hopefully it's ok there's a bottle of red wine looking at me so I'm off.
Hope you like it.
Quinn left Pamela took a few moments to savour the sight she and her mother had
just created. Her new plaything now delightfully dressed in his new maid’s
uniform complete with frilled cap and crisp white pinafore apron stood rooted
to the spot, the laughable expression of fear and dread on his face thrilled
her enormously. Jack’s first impulse was to try to escape but he quickly
realised what a ridiculous sight he would make running away in his new uniform,
the attention he surely would attract
immediately dissuaded him of any such notion. As he remained motionless he
became acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room and could feel his
heart beating like a college marching band under his new feminine bosom. In the
unnatural calm he thought he could hear Pamela’s laboured breathing as she
slowly approached him and without speaking a word, she circled him, afraid to
move or speak he remained quite still. She stood behind him and spoke softly in
“My, my, it’s
been quite some time since I saw you dressed in such suitable clothes, well
suitable for a servant girl but I very much doubt if you see it that way. You
probably feel a tad overdressed, a little uncomfortable perhaps, maybe your
girdle is pinching a bit, your bra too tight for your new breasts, eh?”
please …” he blurted as he turned his head around to face her.
immediately slapped his face, not with a great deal of force but sharply
nonetheless and barked
Pamela to you girl, and I don’t
recall giving you permission to turn around?”
He had not
expected such a reaction and in a shocked and faltering voice replied
better, a servant really does need to know his I mean her place, isn’t that
correct girl?” she said in a softer voice and when he failed to answer
immediately she held his ear and tugged roughly, repeating
that correct? GIRL, do you know your place?”
“Yes Miss, I
know my place” he said, his voice trembling.
good girl” she said her voice returning to its softer tone “I’m not in the
habit of repeating myself, you would do well to remember that.”
know which was worse being forced to dress as a maid or being referred to as a
girl and he hated having to address Pamela as “Miss” but knew he was between a
rock and a hard place. He was also aware that she would look for any excuse to
find fault with him and he had a good idea what that would lead to. As he didn’t
want to incur another rollicking or worse he quickly repeated the refrain
“Now for the time being” she continued “Mother
is the mistress of the house so as instructed you will address her as Madam but
that will change once we start “rehearsals”
then you will be all mine and I will be your mistress. Is that clear, girl”
he repeated meekly his eyes lowered and disgusted with himself for being so powerless
in allowing this ridiculous situation to develop. Life under Pamela would be
intolerable, domineering as Mrs Quinn was at least she appeared to like him
maybe, just maybe she would protect him from Pamela’s worst excesses. He
decided to ingratiate himself with her and please her as possible.
“As I’m sure
you are aware servant girls are subject to numerous rules and regulations” she
intoned, a cruel smile creasing her face “but don’t you worry your pretty
little head about those for the moment, we’ll have plenty of time to get you
acquainted with them later. However there is one you must learn immediately. It
is what I like to refer to as ‘The Curtsy Rule’. This means that upon entering a
room in my presence or that of any of your betters you should immediately
curtsy. You will also curtsy when spoken to, also when you have been dismissed
and given permission to leave the room. You do know how to curtsy don’t you?”
she already knew the answer to that particular question, the purpose for asking
was more for her amusement rather than to seek information. Pamela was very
well aware the admission of his ability to curtsy would contribute greatly to
knew this and hated the very word curtsy ever since he had been forced into performing
the degrading deed by Rose -his mentor in domestic servitude - and to be
compelled to admit to this to Pamela was almost as bad as the ghastly exercise
itself. Yet he had to answer quickly or risk her ire once more.
he barely whispered as he held his uniform dress between thumb and forefinger of
each hand and placing his right ankle behind his left lowered his knees and
performed the humiliating act to his tormentress.
hands excitedly Pamela was unable to conceal her delight as her new maid executed
a perfect curtsy. She quickly regained her composure and made a point of making
a little and probably unnecessary adjustment to his apron, placing her finger
under his chin she raised his head so his eyes met hers and quietly said
I’m so glad to see you are familiar with the traditional feminine method of
displaying respect to one’s superiors. Now time to put you to work.”
predicament was now entering a new phase, his curtsy despite being just another
in a long line of humiliations suddenly triggered a rising panic in Jackand the
thought of spending his weekend dressed as a maid under Pamela’s control was unbearable,
out of sheer desperation he blurted
“Will I have
to spend the whole weekend dressed like this?”
reaction was swift and for the second time in the space of a few minutes his
face felt the force of her hand.
rule is a maid never speaks unless spoken to or is given permission, is that
understood girl?” she hissed.
welled up in his eyes but he knew his answer would have to be immediate.
sorry Miss Pamela” he managed to say not forgetting to curtsy.
way to ask for permission is to say ‘May I speak Miss or Madam’ or ‘May I have
permission to speak Miss or Madam’ and the answer to your question is yes if I
have anything to do with it.” Pamela informed him “now follow me you have work
It was abundantly
clear to Jack that she would not look favourably on his continuing the
conversation and bitterly disappointed he followed her. As he followed her he became
slightly annoyed with himself discovering he could walk with a degree of
confidence in his new heels and thought that walking in heels must be like
riding a bike, you never forget. The shock of the last few hours was slowly
wearing off and he was forced to confront the reality of his situation.While following her he recalled her
phrase “if I have anything to do with it” and felt a glimmer of hope, maybe that
meant her mother would have the final say. If he could impress Mrs Quinn on her
return, show her he could master- a ridiculous word he knew under the
circumstances - his new role hopefully she would be satisfied with his efforts
and would release him from his horrible female clothing. He knew it would not
happen this evening but tomorrow morning would be acceptable he also thought it
would be a good idea to try and locate where Mrs Quinn left his clothes. The
last thing he wanted was to give Pamela an excuse to keep him dressed as a
girl. He shivered at the very thought. Following her he could feel his new
breasts rise and fall with every step and occasionally to make it fit more
comfortably he had to adjust the bra band and straps just as he had seen the
girls in his class do. The tightness of his girdle and the tugging of the
garters on his stocking tops were other mementoes albeit hidden ones of his newly
She led him
to the kitchen where he was shown how to use the various appliances, where the
vacuum and cleaning equipment were stored, and numerous other things with which
she felt her new servant ought to be made familiar. Pamela also showed him the
silver service used to serve afternoon tea and how it should be presented. He
was expecting a difficult time from her but much to his surprise she was
reasonably lenient perhaps the availability of sharp kitchen implements to her
downtrodden servant restrained her natural overbearing and aggressive instincts.
After he had completed his tasks in the kitchen she gave him a list of
instructions which included various cleaning and other menial tasks. As he
vacuumed the spacious living room Pamela for a time walked behind him pointing
out where he had missed a small section then she sat in a comfortable chair,
all the while smirking as he performed his chore. Working the vacuum throughout
the room his breasts began to jiggle and take on a life of their own within the
confines of his bra and every now and then he would have to interrupt his work
and adjust the bra to ensure they remained in place. Sitting imperiously Pamela
on the couch was perfectly placed to view these little inconveniences.
little trouble with your bra, girl?” she chuckled.
almost have preferred her address him as Elizabeth rather than “girl” which he
felt was even more demeaning but not wishing to give her an excuse to inflict
another degrading remark he replied
you look to be in slight disarray, let me help you” Pamela insisted
could object she was off the couch and fondling his breasts under the pretence
of lifting them back into their respective cups and even though he could not
feel any sensation in the breasts he felt humiliated by the experience.
mother should have gotten you a bigger cup size. Your girls here” she laughed
as her hands lingered on his new mammaries before she helped them gently into
their cups “will find it hard to remain in place but as you’ll discover it is all
part of being a girl.”
feel her hot breath on his face and couldn’t wait to get away.
thank you Miss” he blurted and made to move away but her strength kept him close,
her tongue invaded his mouth and as she drew him even closer to her body, her
hands dropped to his buttocks squeezing them gently whilst grinding her groin
into his. He tried vainly to struggle from her vice like embrace and as he
surrendered he began to enjoy it, his tongue reciprocating. Their mouths still
locked together she moved him backwards towards the couch and he collapsed
under her. Despite the intensity of the situation he was acutely aware of the
garters tugging at his stockings and the pinching of his girdle. Her mouth
never left his as she continued to grind her hips against her now willing
victim. As her hand began moving up under his dress he began to moan with pleasure
and just as she was about to reach under the open bottomed girdle to locate her
objective they both heard the front door open and Mrs Quinn call out
“Oh shit I
wasn’t expecting her home so soon, quick get up and straighten your uniform.” Pamela
whispered in an urgent voice as she dismounted from the flustered Jack.
straightened her own clothes and fixed her hair before turning her attention to
Jack. She made minor adjustments to his cap and apron and just had time to run
a tube of lipstick over his lips she heard her mother in an impatient voice
call out again.
that they were both presentable she left the room to greet her mother but not
before she snapped at him
mother in the hallway she made her excuses.
mother I was supervising Elizabeth in her cleaning duties.”
now where is he I’d like to see what headway you’ve made” her mother replied.
entered the living room Jack was busy dusting furniture trying to look as if
this was a natural daily occurrence for him. Mrs Quinn ran a finger over a
surface and called out to him
come here, girl.”
he said and curtsied.
was clearly delighted by the response of her new maid and turning to Pamela
Pamela and you too Elizabeth I’m very impressed with your progress and what a
nice curtsy I wish my own maids were as proficient.”
the way she looked at him required a response.
Madam” he said curtsying, once again eliciting a broad smile from his new
“I have left
some packages in the hall bring them to my room and leave them on the bed then
go to the kitchen and wait until we ringfor you.” Mrs Quinn said as she dismissed him with a nod.
As he turned
to leave he heard Pamela cough loudly and quickly remembered the servant girl
protocol, curtsying even lower this time he meekly said
Madam, Miss Pamela”
acknowledged his curtsy with a nod of her head which he correctly interpreted
as her dismissal gesture. He left the room and breathed a sigh of relief not
only over that nasty situation with Pamela but his slip up in not curtsying
when being dismissed could have resulted in a tongue lashing from her. Madam’s lenient
reaction reinforced his belief that he should try to ingratiate himself with
her as much as possible. He now knew it was important to remember Pamela’s
Curtsy Rule or else he could find himself in even more trouble. Climbing the
stairs with her parcels the thought suddenly struck him that he had mentally referred
to Mrs Quinn as Madam and was concerned about his curtsying. What the hell was
happening to him? He needed to get a grip.
depositing the parcels as instructed he returned to the kitchen to await their
summons, the silence in the house was only broken by the clicking of his heels
on the solid wooden floors and the faint sound of laughter from the living
room. Walking to the kitchen the thought struck him that even though he had
been wearing his uniform for only a few hours now, his true servant girl status
was now fast becoming a reality. He didn’t have long to wait in the kitchen
before he heard the ring of a bell. Although he was expecting it he was still
startled when he eventually heard the sound break the silence in the kitchen and
immediately rose from the chair and walked quickly to the living room. On his
way for some reason he became so nervous that he stopped at a mirror and
adjusted his cap, tidied his hair and straightened his apron, satisfied he was
presentable he knocked gently on the living room door.
Madam” he said as he made the obligatory curtsy.
serve tea now Elizabeth” Mrs Quinn informed him and without another word
resumed her conversation with Pamela.
he replied and although neither woman was looking at him he still performed the
act of subservience.
return he laid the tray on the coffee table and awaited further instructions.
Elizabeth” Mrs Quinn said “you may stand by the window until you are required.
Oh and keep your hands folded in front of your apron, there’s a good girl.”
“Yes Madam” he
said as he moved to his appointed place while they engaged in small talk. He
felt belittled standing there having to maintain this pose as they ignored him
and continued their conversation. His thoughts were interrupted as the phone
rang in the hall.
along girl and answer it” Pamela ordered.
he said relieved to be able to leave the room, by now he was automatically
curtsying every time he was addressed.
residence” he said lifting the receiver.
forceful mature female voice boomed down the line.
responded but because of the tone of the voice and the authority it conveyed he
decided he’d better quickly add “Madam”
certainly not my sister Emily, who is that?” the voice barked
what he was required to say and the shame rose within him as he heard his own voice
Elizabeth Madam, Mrs Quinn’s new maid.”
wondering you don’t sound like one of my maids, I’m Ms Fairfax now fetch your
Jack blurted and was so thrown by her authoritarian manner he curtsied to the
unseen presence before rushing back to
the living room to inform Mrs Quinn.
took the call he was left alone with Pamela.
“Such a pity
we were interrupted” she said as she sidled up to him and gently moved her hand
over his rear end squeezing one of his cheeks. He gasped at her touch and
sure I’ll have more opportunities to instruct you in a different form of
to her seat as she heard her mother complete the phone call.
“How is Aunt Georgina?” Pamela asked her
just her usual inquisitive and bossy self, wanted to know about my new maid and
reminded me once more about Princess” her mother replied.
that time anyway” she said and turning to Jack added “Elizabeth you may clear
the table and when you’ve loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up in the kitchen
go back to our room take off your cap, apron and heels. You will find a pair of
flats in the wardrobe put them on and report back here.”
Jack answered in his now usual manner but wondered what the hell was going on,
his concern was confirmed when he heard Pamela giggle.
this over as he made his way to the kitchen as he was walked he once again
became aware of the restricting nature of the female clothing which he had
almost forgotten about while in their presence. The stockings clung to his legs
and the contrasting sensations of his slip gently caressing his thighs while
the garters holding his stocking pinched slightly at those very same parts. As
he performed his tasks he recalled the voice of Ms Fairfax and thought she
sounded a proper battle axe, he felt sympathy for the maids she employed and
was grateful he didn’t have her as a mistress.
“Oh shit” he
thought “I’m beginning to think like a maid.”
take too long before he completed his task and when he went to his room he was
grateful to discard the emblems of the servant girl he returned to re-join the
two women. Despite still wearing what was clearly recognisable as a maid’s
uniform with its white cuffs and collar he couldn’t explain it but somehow felt
a sense of freedom without the cap and apron.
living room and after giving the obligatory curtsy Jack was puzzled when he saw
a small bundle of hair sitting between Mrs Quinn and Pamela.
“This is Princess,
Ms Fairfax’s Pekingese, unlike my sister I don’t believe in having a dog
running around the house so she’s been confined to her kennel in the garden all
day. One of my sister’s maids usually takes her for a walk about this time.”
Mrs Quinn said as she attached a lead to the dog’s collar.
swallowed hard surely they couldn’t expect him to go outside dressed like this
but was afraid to ask. Mrs Quinn rose from the couch and led the dog towards
the door, Jack was relieved she was obviously taking it for the walk herself.
the door she looked quizzically at him and he suddenly realised he was expected
to open the door. Pamela fell in behind her and she motioned him to follow
them, Jack’s felling of relief was now fast disappearing and as they stood in
the hallway the doorbell rang. The sound struck fear in Jack as he
instinctively knew that it was the maid’s duty to answer the door. This was the
first time since Rose had forced him outside with her that he would be exposed to
someone fully dressed as a female. His pulse quickened and his mouth dried up
as he opened the door.
was a girl late teens or early twenties, a little taller than him, short dark
brown hair and a round pleasant face. She was dressed in a similar style dress
as he was but hers was in lavender. Jack immediately noticed she had a Pug on a
lead. Mrs Quinn and Pamela joined him at the door. Jack retreated allowing Mrs
Quinn to advance and address the visitor
Madam” the girl announced “I’m Sally my mistress said you were expecting me”
“Ah yes Sally, your mistress suggested that as
you walk her dog at this time you would assist a fellow servant and show
Elizabeth here the ropes as it were.” Mrs Quinn said.
Madam I’d be delighted to help” Sally chirped her dog yelping at her feet.
and I are going out for a meal and should be back by eight thirty.” Mrs Quinn
recognised the look of panic in Jack’s face and immediately moved him to one
side and out of earshot as her mother engaged the maid in further conversation.
and you’ll be ok, you’ve done this before and even fooled me remember?” she
had time to answer he was handed the lead and the yapping little dog by Mrs
Quinn, Sally beckoned him to follow her as she led the way down the driveway.
his stomach tighten as he followed his new companion struggling to hold on to
the dog’s lead and was grateful he wasn’t wearing heels at least they had
allowed him that small mercy, he really would have looked ridiculous tottering
about after a dog in high heels. As they walked along the dogs settled down and
thinking that Jack was shy rather than terrified Sally began the conversation.
new to domestic service?”
nodded afraid to open his mouth.
“Well it can
take some getting used to at first” she said “this is probably all strange to you right now but all of the ladies around here demand
traditional domestic servants and everything that that entails, you know the
prim uniforms, strict etiquette rules, all that kind of thing. But they are
giving us a second chance in life and they are very generous to those girls who
are willing to accept their conditions” she said.
a clue as to what she was talking about but was amazed she hadn’t recognised
him for what he was, Pamela and Rose were obviously right about him passing as
a girl and his new “natural breasts” obviously helped. He really didn’t know
whether to be relieved or disgusted. Right now he thought it was no contest
-relief won by a mile.
The knot in his stomach loosened somewhat and
he became a little more relaxed and felt confident enough to ask
“What do you
“Oh I suppose being new you haven’t spoken to
any of the other maids. I assume you’re just like me and the rest of the girls
in service around here abandoned by family, on the streets, vulnerable, totally
on your own, probably at the mercy of strangers, you know the usual story” she
shrugged as if she was reading from a menu.
he thought apart for the being on the streets it was an accurate description of
his present circumstances. What the hell has my mother gotten me into now?
However despite being relieved at not being outed as a male he knew he now not
only had to maintain his female persona but to avoid any suspicion concoct a
story which would fit in with the background she described.
more or less me” he retorted with a feeling of empathy.
guide into the world of the domestic resumed her narrative.
“So a group
of like-minded wealthy ladies decided that they would offer girls like us a
chance to avoid the inevitable pitfalls. But I guess you know that already.”
“No, I only
started today, she said she’d explain the details tomorrow if I still wanted to
stay” he lied
don’t ever refer to your mistress as “she” or “her” it’s always “Madam or
Mistress” if you’re caught referring to them as anything else you’re in big
trouble so my advice is to constantly think of them in those terms so after a
while it will become second nature and you won’t make a mistake.”
almost doing it already and hated the very idea but remembering Pamela’s
reference to rules and regulations not to mention the face slapping he received
he thought he’d better make a mental note of it.
for the tip” he said. She continued.
we’re offered room and board, a generous salary and the ladies pay for evening
classes if we sign a four year contract to work as maidservants under their
specific conditions, like the dress code and such. It is demanding and can be
demeaning at times but once you accept your situation as a servant girl you’ll
be much happier and it’s much better than the alternative. You’d be a fool not
he was a fool not to run away the minute he arrived at the Academy. From
Sally’s point of view it was a good deal but she wasn’t a boy who was forced
into becoming a girland a maidbut there was nothing he could do about
it at this stage. He felt he had to fob Sally off with an excuse, he told her
his stay with Mrs Quinn was only a trial period for the week end and they would
discuss it at a later stage. He decided he would have to remain alert to Mrs
Quinn’s intentions, a horrible thought crossed his mind – surely his mother
would not consider this life for him, he shivered at the notion and tried to
put it out of his head. Sally chatted away asking him various questions about his
past which now thanks to her conversation he was easily able to invent a past
in keeping with his present situation. She was easy to talk to funny, friendly
and put him at ease, he felt more relaxed than he had in a long time. Walking
along the quiet neighbourhood they were soon joined by two other girls also
with small dogs, from their dress obviously maids like themselves. This seemed
to be a regular meeting for the servants he thought. He felt himself get
anxious again would these two newcomers be more observant than Sally. She introduced
them as Suzi and Angie and after taking a second to scan him from head to foot
they perceived no threat and welcomed him into the fold. It was Jack’s
experience with girls albeit limited that their antennae would immediately
detect something suspicious. Luckily for him he thought that either their
intuition was having an off day or he obviously appeared more feminine than he
considered himself to be. He never thought he’d hear himself say it but right
now he was grateful he passed as a girl, the humiliation of being exposed by
three girls in a public place would have been truly mortifying. Once the girls
had all his details they were happy enough and after they managed to get their
yapping dogs under control all four girls resumed their walk. Jack was
receiving another lesson in femininity by way of constant jabbering about hair,
make-up, shoes and although bored out of his mind thought he’d better take in
some of this in case he was asked a question. It’s like being in class he said
to himself. Although he hated to admit it he was glad Rose had forced him into
the nail bar to have his nails done and as a result was able to make a small
contribution to the conversation when asked which not only did no harm to his
credentials as a girl but raised approving nods from the other girls. That
seemed to clinch it – he was accepted.
up some more information as they walked, it was a small but exclusive gated
community of twenty or so elegant houses spaced well apart all of the houses were staffed by girls like
his walking companions. In the middle distance Jack saw another girl walking a
dog on the other side of the road he noticed she seemed to be hobbling
somewhat. He thought it strange that the other girls didn’t call to her. As she
got closer he noticed her head was bowed and she wore ankle cuffs with a tight
chain running from one ankle to the other. The lead from the dog’s collar was
attached to a collar around her own neck. He was shocked and was about to say
something when Sally cut him off.
straight ahead” she said.
passed the girl Sally explained.
she tried to leave the community without permission and her mistress is
punishing her. We’re not allowed to speak to her until she completes her
punishment. Her mistress is particularly strict on these matters.”
girls giggled as they saw Jack’s mouth remain open.
“It’s not as
bad as it seems, we all receive punishments now and then, we usually deserve it
and it’s for our own good. There is no malice on the mistresses’ part and it probably
makes us better servants. As my mistress says ‘spare the rod and spoil the
you get beaten?” he said incredulously.
in a violent way, if we break rules or are careless in our grooming for example
we are punished it depends on the offence, Jill’s mistress thought her
infraction serious enough to warrant ankle chains another mistress may have
caned or paddled her. It’s all in the rule book so once you follow the rules
you’ll be ok. We accept that sometimes a mistress has to be strict after all
you can’t have maids doing whatever they want or wearing any type of clothes
they feel they should wear. What kind of servant would that be? Don’t worry
you’ll soon get used to it.”
still getting over the shock of seeing Jill as the girls made their way into
one of the houses through the back door. He found out this was the only way
servants should enter a house unless specifically given permission to use the
front door as Sally had been given earlier when she called to Mrs Quinn’s house.
This was Angie’s mistress’s home and it was a regular occurrence for maids to
meet in one house or other after walking their mistresses’ dogs. The dogs we
left outside as Angie made tea in the large kitchen. They sat and gossiped and
only made a passing reference to Jill which amazed Jack but he remained silent
apart from the odd contribution to the conversation about fashion which he had
picked up from Rose or girls in his class in order to lend some credibility to
“Elizabeth”. Angie asked him if he’d like to see her room and he’d thought it
would look odd if Elizabeth’s natural female curiosity was not evident. The other
two remained in the kitchen while Jack accompanied her upstairs.
The room was
bright and very roomy, elegantly decorated a large bed with a pale blue satin
quilt and matching pillows dominated the room, the dressing table was antique
mahogany with matching seat. Knowing the girls background he could see why they
put up with the strict regimen.
lovely room” he said hoping it sounded girly enough.
“Come sit on
the bed and see how comfortable it is” Angie said softly.
he’d better play along, he did so.
very attractive girl” she whispered her hand rubbing his thigh through his
flustered, Pamela was different she knew what he was, it wouldn’t take Angie
too long to discover his secret. He tried to get up but her strength pushed him
back onto the bed and her hands groped his breasts.
“A big girl
for your age” she giggled as her other hand made its way up his dress.
you might get up to something” Sally’s voice hissed from the door “you never
could resist fresh meat. Madam will be back shortly, do you want Elizabeth
walking in ankle chains for the rest of the weekend?”
you’re right” Angie said a hint of regret in her voice “but don’t you go taking
her for yourself”
Sally said “we need to get back before your mistress arrives home”
feelings?” Angie said to Jack.
“No, it’s ok”
Jack lied, the hard feelings he had were tucked firmly in his girdle.
On the way
home Sally admonished herself for not warning Jack beforehand about Angie, he
was just so relieved he brushed it off telling her it was ok. When they arrived
at the back door she gave him a girly hug and before he knew it her mouth
searched out his. It only lasted a few seconds before she drew away and left
him standing there, mouth open, wanting more.
we’ll be in touch” she said as she led her dog back towards the road.
Princess in her kennel and entered the house through the back door now knowing this
was the correct protocol for servants. He sat at the kitchen table his mind in
a whirl trying to digest the events of the last few hours. He was flattered
that both Angie and Sally found him attractive even as a girl but disturbed his
masculinity was so easily disguised, no doubt these damm breasts were the major
contributing factor he thought having to adjust the bra once more . On the plus
side he got away with the deception but more importantly it was the first time
since he settled here with his mother that he had made friends. The girls, even
Angie, were really friendly and once he knew his secret wouldn’t be discovered
he enjoyed their company, talking about stupid things like fashion and make-up
was a small price to pay for making new friends. They were the complete opposite
from Pamela and her gang of bullying, sneering and arrogant rich kids. The
girls’ situation was strange but it was their choice he thought, nobody forced
them into it, they were happy and seemed to think it was a fair deal despite
the punishments which they readily accepted as part of their contract.
situation was different, he was forced into this preposterous charade and
thankfully it was only for the weekend. Imagine in this day and age getting
caned for some little infringement of a dumb rule. It was ridiculous, girls
might accept that sort of thing but he’d never would. No way, not in a million
years. The more he thought about it the more ludicrous his situation was,
dressed as a girl, being trained as a maid for a stupid play. What a nerve
these women had. He ought to storm up right now to Mrs Quinn and demand his
clothes back. Just then a new but increasingly familiar sound rang out in the
quietness of the kitchen. The servant’s bell.
be Madam or Miss Pamela” he said to himself “I’d better hurry.”