He wasn't a French maid after all; he was a plain ordinary maid and he looked real, that much I could tell at first glance. I didn't have a man in drag in front of me I had a plain looking woman wearing a traditional old fashioned maid's uniform. All my nervousness has gone and all of a sudden I felt elated. I liked what I saw. I decided to play along. I asked him to turn around slowly and I looked more carefully; blue dress and matching apron, pageboy wig, thick black pantyhose, two inch...

I had been waiting my chance. The handcuffs weren't too tight and I'd been clenching and unclenching my fist to make sure that my circulation wasn't impaired. It wasn't and if I had listened to the conversation between the three women, I'd been burning with shame and humiliation. I HAD to reaffirm my dominance over those sniggering females. I must admit that I've never been into physical violence, but they had just gone TOO far! Barbara had turned her back on me and I must admit that what I...

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It didn't take long before he was back with an apron and cap for me. "You going to give me any trouble?" She growled, twisting my earlobe some more. "Oh NO Miss Margaret!" I assured her. "Right then, get your apron and cap on!" Once I did, she had me adjust the cap a little bit then instructed me to follow her. I certainly wasn't going to argue. Must admit to feeling embarrassment as Nancy, Pearl, and James saw my humiliation as I followed behind a still-angry Margaret back to the bathroom. I...

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She held up her hand."Please don't try to snow me. I have it on first hand authority that you and your twin sister have been dressing alike since you were babies and I mean alike."Oh do tell me more!" Mr. Pristy chimed in."That was a matter of convenience," I interjected, ignoring him. "We were just kids and we had to war the hand-me-downs we were given and we had mo choice in the matter.""Ah, but that was then. This is now. Tell me that those trousers with the side ip and no packets you are...

I used Dorothy's can of hair depilatory on my thighs and legs. Didn't really think I needed it, but was surprised by the amount of hair at the bottom of the shower when I'd finished. Then I shaved under my arms. Again it wasn't an awful lot and I didn't really feel that much until I put on my panties, then the long slip. At that point I could hardly believe the sensory overload. Hurried into my kilt and heavy shirt and paraded around in front of a full mirror, sweating in fear that my...

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'Now Millie, are you sure you understood everything I said?" Miss Jennifer was addressing me in a rather condescending manner. "Yes Miss, I think I did", I answered back smiling with a slight impertinence.Her expression stiffened and her tone of voice hardened as she said, "Now listen to me Millie and listen carefully. I demand a more respectful tone of voice from a maid when she answers back, always followed by a slight curtsy. This has to become a second nature to you. Do you...

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"Oh my, aren't you just the cutest thing! Go ahead, put some on I can't wait to see how you will look." I froze. Standing in the doorway was Marcie with a big grin on her face. "I thought you would be at the mall," I squeaked in a terrified voice as I put the lipstick back. "I'm sure you did," she laughed again. "Not as easy as it looks is it?" I took off the half slip and put it back in mom's dresser. As I turned to face her she was standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face....

"Do you think he had a plan for you?" asked Katie. "Looking back, I think he did," Bobbi Jo said. "I'd told him my inner thoughts and feelings and he took advantage of that knowledge. "As Bobbi Jo, I had gone to live with Richie in his newly-built estate. He had become the CEO for the family corporation. The money flowed like oil. "My transition really went fast," Bobbi Jo continued. "When we were in Boston, Richie bought me thousands of dollars of clothes and had them shipped home. With his...

"This might be hard for you to comprehend, but Javier and Cristy are the same person, confirmed Susan. "How can that be?" questioned Dania. "I'm leaving. I don't think you are telling me the truth." Susan grabbed Dania's arm and look her right in the eyes. "Cristy's really a man, Susan stated. "Do you know what a cross dresser is? That's what she is, a man who often dresses as a woman. She's here on a special mission."

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What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn't seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually, but I still certainly didn't think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she'd appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. "I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,"  I mumbled. Didn't want to dirty my pants. "And it looks very nice too dear!" Doreen said, straight faced. "Sure...