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Dressed Into Service By Jennifer Richardson Chapter One It was one of my off duty days and I spent it lazing around the house, playing on the computer and watching television. There were dishes in the kitchen sink that I couldn't be bothered washing up and the carpets needed cleaning after I spilled a bag of peanuts over and promptly walked all over them. I couldn't find the energy for that either. I settled back on the sofa and watched some more brain dead television, drinking enough beer to give me that slight buzz whereby I didn't really care about much. The beer cans littered the floor and made things look even messier. Upstairs, the bed was unmade and I'd left a pile of clothes for the washer lying on the bedroom floor. I fell into a drunken stupor and only woke up when Lynn came in from work. To say that she was rather upset would be understating things. "You mean to tell me you've been lying there drinking beer all day and haven't moved a muscle to even tidy up!" She said, trying to bite back her anger. I admit that I hadn't been much help around the house but I was just rousing from my drunken stupor and wasn't really thinking straight. "If you want a maid then hire a bloody maid!" "Like we could afford it!" "Alright then! If you want me to be your maid get me a bloody uniform!" I snapped, storming off out of the house and out to the nearest bar. By the time I got home I was even worse for wear. Seeing the house in darkness I figured that Lynn had gone to bed. I saw that she'd tidied up, Hoovered and done the washing up so I went to bed with a smug smile of victory on my face and didn't remember anything else until I woke up a little before midday the following morning. It took a little while for the atmosphere to thaw between us. I went back to work and after two weeks it all seemed to have blown over. After three weeks I was back on my off duty period again and woke one morning to find an envelope pinned to my pillow. I slid out of bed and ignored it for the moment, first going to the bathroom. On returning to the bedroom I unpinned the note and tore open the envelope to find a note with a smaller envelope inside it. Andy, go downstairs and open the box on the table. Take the contents back up to the bedroom and then have a long soak in the bath. While you are in the bath you will shave your arms and legs, wash your hair and then dress in the clothes from the box. I can imagine your face and I can hear your thoughts, you think refusing to do as you are told will be enough. Well, fair enough, disobey me if you like, I have an e-mail set up on my computer here in my office, attached to it are copies of the contents in the second envelope. I am more than willing to send the e-mail to the entire address book I copied from your e-mail address book. All your friends and work colleagues will see how silly you look. I'll be back at lunchtime to make sure you are being good. I tossed the note to one side and ignored the second envelope for a quarter of an hour before a gnawing doubt grew in the back of my head. Firstly, what did she have that could make me look silly? Secondly would she go through with it if I didn't do as she said? To the first I wouldn't know until I opened the envelope, secondly, well, yes, once she gets something in mind she goes through with it regardless. I went back to the envelope and opened it to find three photos. I was lying on the bed dressed in a white lace bra and white panties in some shining material covered in row upon row of frills. A white suspender belt was clipped round my waist the straps were neatly attached to the top of white lace stockings. My face had been made up but there was no doubting who it was and I knew that I'd be a laughing stock should anyone see the pictures. Lynn had written on the back of one of them. See what happens when lazy boys get drunk? With dread in my heart I went down to the lounge and found the large box she'd told me would be there. I didn't open it there; I took it back upstairs to the bedroom. I put it on the bed, it didn't weigh very much but I still wasn't too happy about opening it. I looked from it to the note, to the photo's and back again. With a resigned sigh I peeled the tape from the top and opened it. The first thing I saw was a mass of frothy white net, I lifted this out and realised the mass was in fact layer and layer of underskirts. My heart sank but I continued to empty the box. A short black French maid's dress made of a soft smooth material with capped puffy sleeves. White lace trimmed the cuffs, hem and squared neckline. There was a frilly lace edged apron. The white lingerie the photos showed me wearing and in the bottom of the box a pair of high-heeled black patent leather shoes with a lace cap stuffed into one. The last things I lifted out were two balloons, about the size of a large orange, which were filled with water. Only then did I find the third envelope stuck to the inside flap of the box. Shouldn't you be running your bath by now? And when you're all nice and smooth you can get dressed and get busy with the list of chores I've left you on the kitchen bench. I couldn't think of a way out of any of it so I decided to play along until I could think of something else. The hot water in the bath was relaxing but I couldn't afford the time to enjoy it. I shaved very carefully and was thankful that I didn't cut myself once. It was difficult to shave under my arms but I managed to leave myself smooth skinned all over. It felt a little odd but not too uncomfortable, when I felt a draught of air on my legs it made me shiver. Once dry I went through to the bedroom and resignedly began to dress in the lingerie. My heart was pounding in my chest and I kept catching glimpses of myself in the mirror. The soft smooth panties slid up my legs and fitted snugly round my waist. I have to admit that they felt nice. I fumbled with both the bra fastenings and when I clipped the suspenders to the stocking tops. Again I saw my reflection in the mirror, somehow the me that I knew was disappearing, to be replaced by I don't really know what. I stepped into the underskirts and heard the soft whisper and rustle when I eased them up my legs. They had a broad elasticated waistband, which clung to me, making me shudder, when they seemed to make me look slimmer. Putting the balloons in the bra was a strange feeling; they filled the bra cups perfectly without being overly noticeable. When I moved they jiggled and their weight felt, well, almost natural. I had to put the dress on over my head, unsure if this was the right way to do it or not, perhaps it should have been the dress before the underskirts? Whatever, the soft material seemed to mock me by stroking my skin when the bodice caressed me, the skirts sitting up on the underskirts. I fastened the apron round my waist, tying it in a huge bow at the bottom of my back then settled the cap on my head. I'd thought the shoes would be too tight a fit but I was wrong, they fitted perfectly though the height of the heels made me stand straighter and walking was difficult at first, especially when I went down stairs. Thankfully all the curtains were closed so I could move about the house downstairs without being seen from outside. In the kitchen I found the list of chores, starting with the washing up then proceeding to tidying the lounge and polishing all the furniture. I was also to tidy the bedroom, clean the bathroom and put the rubbish out. I glanced out of the kitchen window and saw that the dustbin had been placed at the bottom of the garden path, twenty metres or so from the back door. This meant a walk down the path could be overlooked from the upstairs windows next door. The final line of the note told me that on her lunchtime visit I was to be seated on the kitchen stool positioned in the middle of the floor in the lounge. All the curtains were to be opened for when she came back. A glance at the kitchen clock showed me that I had two hours before Lynn would be due home for lunch, there was no way that I could get everything done by then but I decided that I'd just have to do as much as I could. Those two hours were both the longest and the shortest that I could remember, longest as my worry over Lynn seeing me dressed as a maid and what she might do next, shortest as there was so much to be done in the time available. The last ten minutes flew past too quickly; I'd only just opened the curtains when I saw her car pull up so I had to rush to position myself for her coming in. I heard the keys in the door then the lounge door opened. I was looking nervously at it and was momentarily blinded by the rapid flashes from a camera. My heart shot up into my mouth, the pictures she already had were bad enough but if she had pictures of me fully dressed in the frilly French maids uniform it was even worse. Lynn came into the room wearing a long black skirt, high heels and a white blouse. Her blonde hair was fastened on top of her head. "So my little maid, have you been working hard?" "Yes." I sniffed, embarrassed and more than a little bit shamed. "I think that should be 'Yes Madam', don't you?" "Yes Madam." "Better, now you sit there, I'll make my inspection Angela." Angela? What the hell did she mean? I caught a look in her eye that told me not to argue. Lynn started in the kitchen, I could hear her muttering to herself, then through the lounge, then upstairs until she came back down and stood looking at me with her hands behind her back. "You've not finished?" "No, I didn't have time!" I blurted. "That should have been 'No, Madam Angela', and if you hadn't lazed about in bed all morning you'd have had plenty of time to complete your chores." "Yes Madam." "So you should be punished shouldn't you Angela?" "Er, yes Madam." "Sit very still don't move an inch, if you do I'll send the e- mails." Lynn produced a makeup bag from behind her back and in next to no time I'd been lipsticked and had mascara applied to my lashes, eye shadows coloured my lids and blush was applied to my lips. She even took off my cap and quickly brushed out my shoulder length hair. "Don't move Angela!" Her voice had gone rather husky. From the cabinet behind me she took something from a drawer, dangling clip on earrings that were fitted to my ears and a fake pearl choker was fastened round my throat. "That's better Angela, now bend over the stool." I could barely believe what had already happened but when she spanked my frilled pantied bum all belief in reality was suspended. I heard he camera click and whirr again and turned just in time to be captured on film again. Lynn took more pictures until she had to go, waiting only to watch me take the rubbish out to the bin. My steps a little unsteady on the uneven path, the warm breeze soft on my stocking clad legs and rusting the underskirts. Once safely back in the house Lynn smiled. "You like this don't you Angela?" "No Madam!" I objected. "Are you saying I'm wrong?" She looked from the camera to me, and back again. "Er, no Madam." "In which case you agree with me, you do like being my French maid Angela. Caught like that I didn't have a lot of choice. "Erm, yes, Madam." "Well, back to work Angela, there's still the washing and ironing to do." "Yes Madam." "Oh, one other thing Angela, you're off until Friday morning aren't you?" I really didn't like the sound of that. "Yes, Madam." "In which case you will have plenty of time to complete your duties, and who knows what else I might think of to keep you, entertained." "That's not fair!" I protested, wishing for some reason that I hadn't. "I think I'll have a look in my e-mail when I get back to the office." "Lynn!" "Don't you mean Madam Lynn?" "Yes, Madam Lynn." "Find some nail varnish Angela, a nice pink to go with your lipstick, fingers and toes." "Lynn! Madam Lynn!" "Yes Angela?" "Erm, nothing." "Good, I'll teach you about makeup and hair styles this evening, then you can do your own from now on, okay?" "Yes Madam." "Good girl, who knows, we might have found you a new career!" Once Lynn had gone I sat on the stool for a while. Quite simply I was stunned, not only by what had happened but by what she had said. Her less than veiled threats continued to haunt me and it was with these in mind that I returned to my duties, collecting the washing and putting it through the machine whilst I turned my attention to the mountain of ironing, not only my own but Lynn's as well. I think having to carefully iron her delicate things was the most humiliating of all. Now that I had some understanding of how they felt when worn I could sort of appreciate how nice the assorted collection of lingerie was. Blouses, skirts and dresses eventually filled the hangers I'd found, I collected them and then went up to the bedroom to put them in Lynn's wardrobe. I returned to collect my pile of clothes and just stood and stared at my wardrobe. There was a padlock locked across the handles on a small chain. I could open the doors no more than an inch. Any thoughts of an escape into male clothes before Lynn returned from work that I might have been having vanished in an instant. Other than the freshly ironed clothes I had in the pile I had no access to my own clothes but concluded that Lynn would be equally as annoyed if I dressed in them as opposed to my clothes locked away in the wardrobe. I left the pile on the foot of the bed and returned to the ironing board. I was holding up a floral print teddy when Lynn came in, the time had flown so quickly and I was concentrating so hard that I was totally oblivious to her entering the house until she spoke. "Thinking about wearing it Angela?" I flinched at the sound of her voice; Lynn beckoned me back into the lounge and pointed to the stool once more. I took my place reluctantly while Lynn carried out another inspection. I was so relieved when she came back and smiled at me. "You noticed your wardrobe was locked?" "Yes, yes Madam." "It's just as well you weren't tempted to change into the clothes you've ironed I would have been very annoyed with you." "Yes Madam." "As it is I've put them away for you so you won't be tempted to revert to your normal pig headed self." So, all my male clothes were locked away and I had no way of getting to them unless Lynn handed me the key. "Right then Angela, I think the washing is ready to go out don't you?" "But Claire and Steve are in next door!" I objected. "In which case you had best be quick about it hadn't you!" The severity of her voice took me back; I fled the stool and hurried into the kitchen, collected the washing basket and peg bag and was out in the garden before I knew it. My sense of vulnerability was overwhelming, I glanced up over the fence and all I seemed to see were windows. Behind any one of which there could have been an observer. I pegged up the last garment, a silver metallic blouse and hurried to the kitchen door, which was locked. Panic and fear surfaced and I gulped in reflex, fighting to control the urge to pound on the door and shout to be let in. I knocked on it quietly. There was no response until I knocked for the third time. I heard Lynn moving over the tiles in the kitchen and then saw her in the kitchen window. She opened the side window and asked what I wanted. "I want to come in!" "Why? It's a lovely afternoon." "Lynn! For God's sake!" She was about to close the window when I blurted: "Please Madam, let me in!" I said it far too loudly for comfort. "Better Angela, try again." "Please Madam Lynn, may I come in?" "Since you put it so nicely." Lynn vanished from the window and I heard the door unlock. Hurrying to it as it opened I was faced with Lynn standing on the step. "I rather think you should curtsey Angela." My head felt as though it was going to explode, faced with having to humiliate myself further. I bobbed a shallow curtsey hoping she would see how much I was suffering. If she did notice it had no affect. "No Angela, you must get lower than that and hold the sides of your skirts when you do it. Keep your eyes fixed on my face." I curtsied again and again until I had perfected it; the final time Lynn stepped aside and upon her triggering the camera cable it caught me and the lowest point of my curtsey. "Well done Angela, straight upstairs to the dressing table if you please." What little remaining hope I had that my torment might soon be over. Sat in front of the dressing table mirror I was given what can only be described as an intensive course in makeup. I lost count of the number of times my face was cleansed and the made up again. After a while I was actually doing it myself and started to become reasonably proficient with eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. "Take your time Angela, you aren't painting a wall, you're painting your face. You want to make the best job of it that you can, transform your look, soften it, and make yourself look pretty, even sexy." The words just washed over me, I was far too intent on doing what I'd been shown. I hardly even noticed that Lynn was taking photos of me; I'd have been even more mortified if I had. Again I was told to clean my face, this time though I was led into the bathroom and made to keel with my head over the bath. The lace cap was removed and a towel placed over my shoulders and across my back. A thick pleasant smelling shampoo washed my hair, once twice, three times. Then a creamy conditioner once rinsed off some kind of fluid with a strong chemical smell was rubbed into my hair, from root to tip. "Close your eyes and sit on the edge of the bath." I did as I was told and found that the position was more than a little uncomfortable. I kept my eyes tightly closed and after a moment or two I head more than felt a pair of scissors going to work. As I say, my hair was shoulder length, I didn't have any particular reason for it being long, it wasn't from vanity or fashion, just laziness. I had no idea how much hair Lynn was cutting off, she had often told me she liked it long but it was growing into a lot of split ends and was also quite ragged. I felt a long comb being drawn through the lengths and a lot more snips from the scissors. "Nearly done Angela, now you just stay there and I'll be back shortly." I heard the bathroom door close but had no idea if Lynn was still there or not so I didn't dare open my eyes. It seemed an age until the door opened again, I'd tried counting off the seconds and minutes but kept losing track so I'd given up. Lynn moved about the bathroom and then switched on a hair dryer. Again she lavished attention on my hair, returning to the scissors on more than one occasion. At long last the dryer was switched off. "Sit very still Angela." I had no intention of moving, as it was I felt numb all over and I doubt I could have moved very quickly even had I wanted. Two sharp pains in my left ear made me flinch. "Ouch! Bloody Hell Lynn!" "Stop being such a cry baby!" She snapped her hand gripping my chin none too gently. The pain returned twice to my right ear then an unaccustomed weight hung from each ear. She'd pierced my ears! "Oh come on Lynn! This is going too far!" I objected, only for her hand to slap me sharply. My eyes shot open only for another slap to close them again. "One more word from you Angela and an e-mail will be winging its way round the world and I have far better pictures to go with it now haven't I?" "Yes Madam." She went to work on my face again until finally I felt her pinning the cap back onto my head. "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them." Lynn took my hand and guided me back into the bedroom. I heard her opening on of her wardrobe doors; I knew there was a full- length mirror on the inside of it so prepared myself for the worst. "Alright Angela, say hello to yourself." I heard her chuckle to herself and I opened my eyes. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed in shock. I was staring at a fully uniformed French maid. The uniform looked sexy and the makeup she'd painted on my face looked sensuous. Large hooped earrings decorated my ears and were twinned with large gold studs. My hair had been styled into a long bob which curled in under my chin in a layered feathered cut, what was even more startling was that my hair was ash blonde! Chapter Two I was so stunned by my transformation that I just stood there staring. I found myself turning this way and that just to see what I looked like from different angles. Again Lynn took the chance to take more photos by that time I was more concerned with what was happening inside the frilly panties I was wearing. I could barely believe what I was seeing let alone accept that I was actually getting turned on by what I was looking at. How could I be aroused by seeing my reflection? "I think it's about time for you to go and make dinner Angela, and put a bottle of wine o chill while you're at it." Lynn's voice brought me out of my daydream. I looked at her and saw her raise an eyebrow, presumably in question to me not doing as I was told. "Get on the bed Angela." "What? Why?" I asked, nervous tension reasserting itself in my stomach. "Because I told you to Angela, do as you are told and all will be revealed." I didn't like the sound of it, it sounded a little bit ominous to me but I did as I was told. "On all fours Angela." I did as instructed and felt my skirts and underskirts being lifted up over my back. Lynn spanked me six times on each cheek; the burning sensation hurt for a little while but left me feeling a warm glow spreading through me. If I'd been aroused before I was aching now. Lynn's hand reached between my legs and squeezed me, laughing to herself when she felt how hard I was. "Do you want me to touch you Angela?" Her voice held a superior mocking tone that I'd never heard before. All I could do in response was to gasp, her fingers tracing up and down over the front of the frilly panties. "You're all hot for it aren't you Angela? You're a hot and sexy little maid aren't you?" "Yes Madam!" My words came out in a soft gasping moan. "If I let you come in your panties you'll only want more you know." I knew she was teasing me but I was so desperate that I couldn't help myself. "Yes Madam, I know!" "Let's make a deal then Angela, you be my maid and I'll make you come." No! I couldn't agree to that! If I said yes I'd have to do what she wanted! "Make your mind up Angela, and don't forget that I might send the e-mail anyway!" She laughed as she spoke, her fingers working over the head of my erection. "If you come in your pretty frilly panties I'm going to take it that you accept my offer anyway." "That's not fair Lynn!" I moaned. "I know, but it's what you want isn't it Angela?" "No!" "Oh I think it is Angela, and you don't have any choice do you darling?" "No!" "You're going to say yes Angela, shall I stop?" "No! I mean, Oh God!" "That's right Angela, come for me, come in your frilly panties and accept that you are my maid!" She increased the intensity of her touch and took me to the brink, pausing and then finally took me over the edge into a huge climax. My breath exploded from my body as I soaked my panties, falling face down onto the bed, sobbing loudly. "Get yourself cleaned up and put these on." I heard her say before she left me lying there. I lay there for a long while before getting off the bed. Standing next to it I raised my skirts and pulled down my soaked panties. I stepped out of them gingerly and saw what she had told me to put on. A pair of pink satin French knickers with frilled lace trim on the legs. I was close to tears when I stepped into them, half frightened and half ashamed. I froze when Lynn's voice floated up the stairs; she must have heard me moving about. "Bring your dirty panties down with you, you can wash them in the kitchen sink!" I reluctantly went down the stairs and through the lounge into the kitchen, unable to meet Lynn's eyes. It was still sunny in the garden and I dreaded being told to go out and bring in the rest of the washing. Perhaps Lynn could read my mind as that was what she had me do, leaving my frilly panties out on the line to dry while I was set to making a light salad while Lynn sat in the lounge with a glass of wine. After serving her meal I was told to get the ironing board out again. Even more pictures were taken of me and Lynn made me pose for some of them, raising my skirts to show my panties, adjusting the suspender straps and so on. "I'm going to the spare room for a while, you stay down here until I call you up." "Yes Madam." "Put the stool in front of the window and relax Angela." How I was supposed to relax I'll never know, I was a nervous wreck, physically and emotionally. I tried to come to terms with what had happened and what was continuing to happen but couldn't get beyond the point of having to accept that seeing myself transformed into a sexy blonde maid had turned me on and that I hadn't been able to stop myself submitting to Lynn's demands. I glanced out of the window nervously, conscious of every passerby, every car that drove past, every raised voice that might have heralded somebody's arrival. Quite how long I was left there I don't know but Lynn's voice again broke into my confused thoughts. "You can come up now Angela." We'd turned our spare bedroom into a home office some while before, for Lynn's home education courses and my interest in historical research. The computer system we'd installed was high powered and fully kitted out with all the latest software and equipment including a top of the range scanner. "What do you think Angela? I'm rather pleased with it myself." She said over her shoulder as I entered the room. I couldn't see what she meant until she hit a few keys and the screen was suddenly filled with text. My jaw dropped when I read what was there. The banner headline read I've Been Maid To Serve! Below it was a short paragraph. Hi! I'm called Angela and this is the real me! I used to be a chauvinist until my girlfriend taught me the error of my ways! Now I'm her frilly French Maid and I absolutely love it! Lynn clicked an "enter" button and the screen changed to show small thumbnail pictures. She clicked over the top of one and the screen filled up with a picture of me staring into the wardrobe mirror. What was worse about it was that there was a small smile on my glossed lips. "All I have to do Angela is press one button and you'll be famous the world over!" She gave a delighted giggle when she saw the astonished embarrassed look on my face. "Just admit to me that you like wearing that sexy uniform and I'll delete it all." Again she had me trapped, admit that I liked the uniform and she wouldn't put the pages up on a website or deny it and have the shaming images available to the whole world. "I, please don't Lynn, anybody might see it!" "You know what the choices are Angela, so choose." "But I... Oh, all right! I like wearing the dress!" My exasperation with my position forced me to sob. "Good girl, now, all I have to do is..." her fingers flowed over the keyboard. "Oops! It would seem that I have accidentally pressed the wrong button Angela, nevermind I'm sure no one will find you!" The screen flickered and a series of message windows popped up until a final window said that the pages had been posted. There was a choice of two buttons, "access site" or "close". "What do you think Angela? Shall we have a look?" I didn't get the chance to reply and could only watch when the headline page came up, then picture after picture flicked up on the screen. Lynn scrolled down and I saw that there was a button for e-mail contact; she'd called it "Fe-mail the Maid." It looked like she had also linked the site to others on the web; I got brief glimpses of what they were. Sexy transformed Maids Maid to XDress Happy to Serve Put me in Frillies! There were loads more that I didn't get the chance to see, Lynn shut down the system and turned to look at me with such a triumphant look on her face. "There you are Angela, I've made you famous. I wonder if anybody you know will find it? Won't that be nice, if your friends see you dressed in that lovely dress?" "No!" "Perhaps I should prompt them to look? Send them an e-mail from your address suggesting they look at the website?" "No! Please don't Lynn!" "Then you'll do exactly what you are told won't you?" "I suppose so." I grumbled. "There's no suppose about it Angela, you will do as you are told. Now get downstairs, get the washing up done and put away. When you have finished you can come back up and go to bed." "Yes Madam." The washing and drying didn't take very long to do; when I went back upstairs I had a briefly held hope that my nightmare would soon be over. This evaporated when I saw Lynn sitting on the side of the bed, camera in hand. "All done Angela?" "Yes Madam." "Good, you make take your dress off." I knew what was going to happen when I did and sure enough the camera flashed and clicked until I stood only in the heels and the lingerie. "There's something for you under you pillow Angela, put it on and get into bed." I found a short baby doll nightie in sheer white satin. Trimmed with lace ruffles at the hem and neckline. It was also see through so that the bra, panties and suspenders were clearly visible. Suffice to say that I felt even more ashamed, the baby doll was undeniably feminine and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked softly sensual and I felt the stirrings of arousal in the pink panties. I almost leapt into bed and pulled the duvet over my head. "Now, now Angela, no need to hide yourself!" Lynn pulled the duvet back and took another picture. "You can't go to bed in your shoes Angela, take them off!" Again there were more photos taken. When I was finally allowed to get back into bed Lynn stood up and walked o the door. "I've set your alarm for seven o'clock Angela. I expect you to be up and dressed by half past, breakfast by eight. I'll leave you a list of jobs to be done tomorrow. Don't forget I have the e-mail ready to go." She switched the light off and closed the door. My mind wouldn't settle for a long while, memories of how humiliated and ashamed I had been resurfaced, along with memories of how turned on I had become and the shameful way in which I had submitted to that stupendous climax. Every time I moved in the bed the baby doll slipped and caressed me, in next to no time I felt my arousal growing. I fell asleep frustrated and confused and barely felt Lynn getting in beside me later. Her hands caressed me all over until I sobbed, she laughed and turned over. *** The next thing that I knew the alarm was going off. It seemed only five minutes since I'd finally fallen asleep. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling until Lynn stabbed a finger into my hip. In a state of intense resignation I got out of bed and padded through to the bathroom and stripped from the baby doll and the lingerie. I looked at a plastic bag on the toilet seat but ignored it until I got out of the shower and padded myself dry with a big fluffy towel then quickly dried my hair. I made up my face without really considering what I was doing and then went to the bag. There was a short note inside. Some lovely fresh lingerie for you Angela. Obviously you are to hand wash yesterdays in the kitchen sink and don't forget to hang them out to dry. You forgot to get your frillies in last night. I found the bag contained a pink satin bra matching French knickers and suspender belt. There was an unopened pack of sheer black stockings with seams for me to wear. Again I shivered at the sensation they produced when they slid up my legs. The knickers settled softly over my groin and stroked me, I felt my arousal flaring and wondered what on earth was happening to me. I was running out of time so I hurried into my dress and the heels, fitted the cap to my hair and rushed downstairs to get Lynn her breakfast. I'd only just finished squeezing some fresh orange juice when she arrived in the kitchen telling me to serve her breakfast on a tray. Once she'd eaten she told me to follow her upstairs and help her to dress. I had to pick out her garments from her drawers and wardrobe, holding them up against me for her consideration. I was mildly astonished when she settled for a very sexy bra, brief and suspender set of scarlet lace. She then chose a white blouse of sheer satin that was slightly opaque and a short, tight fitting black skirt and high-heeled sandals. Then of course I was made to dress her, which of course turned me on even more. Lynn was very aware of this and rubbed my bum through the dress and underskirts. "Such a hot little temptress aren't you Angela!" I made no reply but she prompted me, telling me she expected an answer. "I'm a hot little temptress Madam." Each word seemed to make my humiliation more complete. "A sexy maid serving her Mistress, like she loves to do." "Yes Madam." I had to kneel to fasten the buckles of the sandals. I looked up once and only briefly but long enough to see the beaming smile on Lynn's face. "You do love being a sexy maid don't you Angela?" I mumbled under my breath that I didn't but not loud enough for her to hear. "Speak up girl, I asked you a question. "Yes Madam, I do like being a sexy maid." "I knew you did, shall I let you stay dressed until you're due to go back to work?" She was asking me to ask her? "Well?" "Erm, I don't know Madam." "You don't know whether I should let you or not?" "That's not what I mean Madam, what I mean is that I don't know what you want me to do!" I spluttered in confusion. "I want you to enjoy yourself Angela and if, as you say, you love being a sexy maid I don't think I should stop you. Do you want to stay dressed or not?" "I don't want you to send any e-mails about me, or anything else. The website is bad enough!" "In which case you will want to keep me happy won't you? And if making me happy makes you happy to, then you'll just have to stay dressed won't you?" "Lynn!" I complained, "What am I supposed to do?" "You're supposed to make me happy, so you'll have to decide how best to do that won't you?" "You're happy that you've made me dress like this! You're happy to have me humiliated and ashamed of myself and now you want me to ask if I can stay this way until I go back to work!" All my worries and frustrations were building in me, it wasn't anger that was growing it was desperation. "Calm down darling, it's really quite simple. If I'm happy to have you as my maid and you're happy to make me happy you'll simply tell me that you're willing to be my maid." I was totally confused by now, whether or not she was playing mind games or was just toying with me I don't know. All I knew was that I wanted her to leave me alone so I could try to get my head straight. "Alright! I want to stay dressed, to be your maid!" "Very well Angela, you may. You can be Angela until you go back to work." She left me kneeling on the carpet. I heard her go downstairs to the lounge and five or so minutes later I heard her leave through the front door. I pulled myself together and tidied the bedroom without thinking about it. I collected my discarded lingerie and took it downstairs and through to the kitchen. Taped to the window was a piece of paper and on it were a list of jobs. The rug in the lounge needs a beating do it over the washing line. Tidy the kitchen cupboards and then dust throughout. You'll find a pair of large white sheets in the cupboard under the stairs; spread one over the bed and the other over the sofa. You are to ensure that you have washed your lingerie and hung them out after you've done the rug, you don't want to get them all dusty do you? To be honest I don't know how the morning passed quite as quickly as it did. Once I'd started work the time seemed to fly past so it was a surprise when Lynn arrived at lunchtime. "Make me a coffee Angela." She said then went to inspect the house. When she returned she told me to sit on the sofa and produced the camera again. She had me posing in all kinds of positions and then we repeated the process upstairs in the bedroom where I had to lay back on the sheet, propping myself up on one elbow, all kind of positions and poses. "Well done Angela, you've earned a reward. There are two bags in the hall you can change into the clothes in them once I've gone. Don't forget to have tea ready for me when I come in." Lynn swanned out without waiting for a reply. I could barely believe that I'd got of as lightly! Okay so I had been made the focus of the camera's attention again but I hadn't been spanked nor had I been shouted at. Perhaps she was tiring of her game? I went down to the hall and picked up the bags, taking them into the lounge. Perhaps I'd been hoping for too much, I'd been thinking Lynn might have given me a pair of jeans and perhaps a T-shirt. What I actually found was a lilac blouse with a white lace rounded collar, a tight fitting, knee length grey skirt and a broad elasticated belt with a silver buckle. There was also a smaller, less frilly apron. It seemed that I was no closer to being released from my torture so I took off the uniform and put on the blouse and skirt. Only once I was dressed did I realise that I'd changed in full view of the window. Chapter Three. "You do look smart Angela." Said Lynn when she came in from work. "Wait there until I get the camera and then I'll explain." I wondered what she meant but continued setting out a place at the table for her. By now I was so used to hearing the camera as I went about the house that I was virtually oblivious to it. So when Lynn came to the table I just stood to one side while she ate. I poured her a glass of wine when she'd finished and then cleared away the plates. "You can wash up later Angela, now, you are currently wearing your daytime uniform and it really does suit you. Obviously you will have to tone down your make up a little, you don't want to be too obvious do you?" "No Madam." "Good, well then, you are to wear the day uniform from serving breakfast to serving my lunchtime coffee. Then you will change into your evening uniform, the nice short black one that you love so much." "Yes Madam." "Bedtime is half past nine, from nine o'clock until half past you will answer any fe-mails you have received, obviously I will supervise." "Yes Madam." "Good, come along then we'll go for a walk, it's a lovely evening after all." "What!" "I said we'll go for a walk." "No way!" "Pardon Angela?" I managed to control myself. "I mean, I can't go out like this, someone might see me." "Of course they will darling, you want to be seen out and about don't you? The sooner you are used to it the better, how are you going to be able to do the shopping if you don't go out?" "But..." "Don't worry Angela, we'll take the car and find some secluded spot for your first outing." "Lynn! Please! No!" "How many times am I going to have to remind you Angela?" I knew she was talking about the e-mail she'd threatened me with. I couldn't find an immediate response but she held up a hand and went to her shoulder bag pulling out a sheet of paper. "You might want to look at this Angela, it's an updated version." I took the paper from her, my fingers trembling. I didn't think I could have been any more shocked than I already was. There were three pictures of me on the paper; one dressed normally, one of me lying on the bed in the white lingerie and the third of me after the first transformation into a sexy blonde maid. The accompanying text read: Hi all, what do you think? I've gone from this, to this, to this! I just want you all to know that I love this new me, I'm Angela you see, a sexy willingly transformed maid. It took a while to convince Lynn to accept me in my feminised form but she now has me working from dawn to dusk and I love it! If you'd like to call round to meet me please feel free, I assure you of a very warm welcome. If you'd like to see more of me check out my website! There followed the website address and a list of all the e-mail addresses of my friends and work colleagues and bosses, some of the addresses I didn't even recognise. I was horror struck. "Lynn, you wouldn't, you can't!" "I can and I will Angela, remember this morning when you asked to be my maid until you go back to work?" "Well, yes, I suppose so." I replied wondering where she was going with this. "I've written up a contract to that effect, if you sign it then we'll both know where we stand." I considered this and decided that it was hardly legally binding so I said I'd sign it. "Good, here you are." She handed me two pieces of folded paper. "I'm not signing something I haven't read." "Fair enough." She said, taking the papers from me and heading up he stairs. "Where are you going!" I suddenly blurted, tension overflowing. "To send an e-mail, where do you think!" She called from half way up the stairs. "No!" Lynn came back downstairs and waved the papers at me. "Sign them now, you won't get another chance." Her voice was level but very threatening. I took the papers and signed above my name and address then handed them back to her. "No, you keep one, I'll keep the other." She slipped her copy into an envelope, sealed it and then left the house. I wondered what she was doing but was just thankful that I wasn't going to have to go out with her. I sat on the sofa and read the contract, except it wasn't a contract at all. Dear Mister Rees. It is with some regret that I must tender my resignation with immediate effect. I realise that by not working my notice I will forgo my remaining salary and benefits but I have gained a position more suited to my skills and will be taking up the post straightaway. I would like to thank you for the fair treatment I have always received from the company and hope this will continue over the matter of my resignation. Yours sincerely, Then came my signature, one that matched the one on the sheet of paper Lynn had placed in her envelope. It suddenly dawned on me where it was that Lynn was going, the post box at the end of the road. I was out of the house and hurrying up the road in a moment. Realising that I would have take my time, as I wasn't altogether certain of the heels. Also the hem of the skirt was quite restrictive, making me take smaller steps. The warm evening air felt far too nice on my stocking legs and through the blouse. I shivered with the sensation and realised with a sudden shock that I liked it! I was half way along the road before I really knew it, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable. I began to register cars passing by, voices and noises in gardens and houses either side of me. I kept on going trying to pick out the post box that I knew was up ahead. I might as well have been wearing blinkers as there was no way I was going to risk a glance either to the left or right or for that matter behind me. It was then that I saw Lynn coming out of a house some way up to the right. She was laughing with someone, called goodbye over her shoulder and then started to walk towards me. The distance between us closed until I could see a huge smirk on her face when she saw me. "Decided on a walk after all have you Angela?" She giggled. "Lynn, what the hell have you done?" I hissed. "I haven't done anything darling, well, I have posted your letter. Do you really think resigning is the right thing to do?" "What!" "Careful dear, she warned, you don't want to attract attention do you?" I fought to control myself and felt my shoulders sag. "Now, now, keep your posture Angela, let your heels make you move, see, they gave you a lovely wiggle. No, don't try to walk too quickly, take your time and enjoy yourself." "Enjoy myself!" "That's right darling, let the clothes make you feel as you did yesterday. All soft and sexy." Lynn linked her arm with mine and slowed my pace even more. Her voice came to my ear in a honeyed whisper. "Are you getting all nice and hot darling? Like you were yesterday when you saw yourself for the first time?" I sniffed but didn't rely. The trouble was she was right, I was getting turned on. She sensed it as well and led me down a cut that led into a small stand of trees to the back of our house. Once under the canopy she led me deeper into the trees warning me to take care on the rough ground. I saw that we were hidden from the road and the cut, Lynn stepped me back, up against a broad tree trunk and her lips met mine in a long deep kiss. Her hands were suddenly all over me reaching down to lift the hem of my skirt to my waist. Her lips returned to mine and her tongue snaked into my mouth while her hands eased me out of my panties. Lynn broke the kiss and stepped back from me. "Touch your boobs Angela, touch them, feel them, love them." I could only whimper in response to her cajoling, feeling her fingers working against the head of my arousal. "I'm going to make you come Angela, feel how sexy you are, how much you love what I've done to you!" Wave after wave of heat poured through me, I groaned and grunted trying to thrust myself back and forward in her fingers. "Say please Angela!" She breathed throatily in my ear. "Please!" "Please what?" She teased. "Please Madam!" "You want me to make my sexy maid come?" Her exquisite torture eased me toward the brink. "Yes Madam, make me come!" "You are my sexy maid aren't you Angela?" "Yes Madam, I'm your sexy maid!" "Do you want me to keep you as my maid?" "Yes Madam." "You better come for me then Angela, hadn't you?" "Yes Madam!" The relief was intense and instant. Cupping my bust in my hands I glanced down when her fingers left me an instant before I hit my climax. The smile spread across her face when she saw how far gone I was, one hand on her breast the other under her skirt. Knowing what she was doing to herself only made me come all the harder. I sagged against the tree, my legs weak and trembling. Lynn fished a tissue from beneath the cuff of her blouse and wiped me clean before putting me back in the panties. "Come along Angela, you have the dishes to do." She almost had to support me on the way home. Once there she was briskly back to business and I was allowed only a short pause before I was sent to the kitchen and then made to change into the baby doll. At nine o'clock she called me upstairs and told me to sit in front of the computer. She had added more photos to the website and added a few more lines of text beneath each picture. I love the frothy underskirts! Do you like my frilly knickers? My smart sexy evening uniform! There were a whole lot more besides. "Check your fe-mails Angela." Lynn said over my shoulder. There were three, and at Lynn's prompt I opened the first. Hi Angela! I love the site and your pictures. You're one sexy looking girl. Love and kisses from Sissy. "It looks like you've got a fan darling, how sweet! Now, send them a reply. "Come on Lynn, it might be anybody!" I protested. "I'll dictate then shall I?" She took over at the keyboard and gaped at the reply she wrote. Dear Sissy, I'm so glad you like the site, if you'd like to request a pose I'll send you a personalised picture. Angela, xxx "Now you can do the other two!" Lynn said with a delighted giggle. The second was from America. Dear Angela, Wow you're one hot babe! I love the picture of you bending over showing off your pantied bum! Love from Lydia. I looked at Lynn then turned back to the keyboard and began to type. Hi Lydia, I'm glad you think I'm hot, Madam made me this way. Love Angela. "A bit short but you'll get better in time, what about the third?" The first thing that struck me was that it seemed to take an age to open. "It must be a big file, I said, shall I close it?" "Don't you dare! Someone has taken the time to send you an e-mail the least that you will do is reply." She snapped. "Yes Madam." I replied meekly. A picture began to slowly scan down the screen. Blonde hair pinned up on top of a very attractive head. As the screen filled with the image I looked up to see how Lynn was reacting. She had a smile on her face a mile wide. I turned back to the screen to see the picture had down loaded fully. The blonde looked exceedingly elegant in a long crimson evening gown. A low cut bodice revealed the swell of a full firm cleavage. What next caught my eye was the person sitting on the floor at the blonde woman's heels. Very long auburn hair in a mass of flowing curls fell down passed bare shoulders. Lace trimmed capped sleeves and a low lace trimmed bodice to a waspish waist then down to a puffed black sleek looking skirt with a snowdrift of white lace underskirts. The maid was very pretty and I felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Lynn took my place at the keyboard and after reading the text message she printed it. I'd hadn't had chance to read it and had to wait for the printer to finish. I reached for it but Lynn told me to wait. "Patience Angela. There will be more." Her fingers became a blur on the keyboard as she replied to the e-mail; the printer set off again, once it stopped Lynn smiled to herself and then began the process of shutting down the system. "Bedtime Angela, off you go." "But the message!" I protested. "I'll bring it through once you're in bed Angela." "Yes Madam." I hurried through to the bedroom, took off my shoes and slipped into bed. It was at least five minute before Lynn came in and handed me the print out. I glanced briefly at the picture and then read the text. Maid Angela: I'm rather impressed with your pictures, though you stand with your heels too far apart and your shoulders sag too much. You will be far more convincing when you work on your deportment. I also suggest that you avail yourself of a third uniform. The day uniform should be reserved for mornings, from rising to 12; the frilled lace and underskirts for evening wear, from 6 until you are allowed off duty. You will note that this leaves room for an afternoon uniform. Your makeup must match the look, light in the morning, smart and sophisticated in the afternoon reserving sexy and sensual for the evening. My own maid, Theresa lives under these conditions and has footwear to match each uniform. Court shoes for the morning, strappy high heeled sandals for the evening and spiked stilettos for the evening. The heels will aid your posture greatly as would the use of a tight fitting corset. I would also suggest you wear an ankle chain of eighteen inches; this will obviously enforce shorter steps. In addition a wrist chain that allows one foot of movement forward, the chain should go round your back from one wrist to the other. This will restrict your movement and also ensure your movements are more feminine. You have my permission to reply to me. Mistress Jade Lynn had sat on the side of the bed while I was reading the message and smiled at me when I put it down. "Interesting isn't it Angela?" "Yes." I could sense an undercurrent and was awaiting a further mind numbing verbal run around. "About being more convincing I mean." "Yes Madam." "Would you like that Angela, to be more convincing?" I weighed up my response, if, as I presumed, she was going to make me go out shopping I'd need to be as convincing as possible to get away with it. On the other hand by saying I wanted to look more convincing I would be agreeing to the whole dressing up thing. "I don't know." I replied, hoping to stall for time. "The more convincing you are, it would the less likely for you to be caught." "I suppose so." "On the other hand, if you got caught there would be the police, newspapers, all sorts of embarrassment." "What would it matter? If I've resigned then there's nobody to find out!" The words shot out of my mouth unbidden. "There are still your friends though, I was thinking we might have them over for a party this weekend?" "No!" "We could call it fancy dress?" "Please Lynn, don't!" Her hand snaked under the duvet and eased the baby doll up over my stocking tops onto my panties. "You like this don't you Angela?" My physical response was enough of an answer. "You'd like to be more convincing wouldn't you?" Her caressing fingers made me moan in reply. "Shall I read your reply?" I sighed when she pulled the panties down and stroked me. Dear Mistress Jade. May I humbly thank you for writing to me and all of the very instructive and constructive advice. I shall ask Madam Lynn about a third uniform, the shoes and of course the corset and chains which will force me to become as convincingly feminine as possible. I was reluctant to be me at first but I now accept that Madam is right, I need to serve as her maid and can only thank her for allowing me become a better person. I shall send you some pictures of me in my third uniform in my corrected posture. Theresa is very pretty and I wish that perhaps when I am more convincing I might serve Madam Lynn and yourself with her. Yours submissively, Angela I hardly heard the last as I was going through an intensely devastating climax. "I'll leave you to think it over Angela!" Lynn laughed and left the room. *** I woke before the alarm went off and got up and got ready. I served Lynn her breakfast at the dining room table then returned to the kitchen. She barely acknowledged me but for calling me through to clear up when she'd finished, then called me up to dress her. A black silk teddy, stockings, cream blouse and black pencil skirt. I held her feet to slip her shoes on feeling her eyes on the back of my head. "You'll find a present for you in the cabinet downstairs. Be careful and I'll see you at lunchtime." She went off to work and I went down to the lounge to find my present. It was a set of false nails glossed in a dark red and a small tube of adhesive. There was a small pad, which I had to use to rough the surface of my own nails before applying the adhesive. It was a little bit fiddly but I managed then had to wait until they were glued hard. Working in them took a little getting used to, they seemed to get in the way a lot and I thought they might come off when I did the washing up and then washed and hung out my lingerie from the previous day. The post arrived which I put on the dining room table, nothing addressed to me though there was one addressed to Miss A, instead of Mister. I put this to one side to look over later; perhaps it should have been to Miss L for Lynn. Chapter Four I had the coffee ready for Lynn's arrival; again she toured the house first before telling me to fetch the bag from the hall. My heart was pounding in my chest, after hoping that there would be male clothing in yesterday's bags I knew better than to hope today would be any different. My heart sank when I found the high-necked white blouse with its ruffled collar and the ankle length black skirt. There was a box in the bottom, which I looked at but didn't open. Taking the bag into the lounge I say Lynn sitting on the sofa holding two lengths of chain a thin strap at the end of each. "Take your blouse and skirt off Angela." Lynn stood up and walked behind me when I began to strip. I was down to my bra, suspenders and panties when she told me to stand still. She took the balloons from my bra cups and tossed them onto the sofa. "Close your eyes and hold still." I did as I was told and felt something sliding on my skin, cool and jelly like. First one cup and then the other. "Hold your boobs Angela and keep your eyes closed." I felt the straps being fitted to my ankles, the straps buckled tightly but not painful. Lynn then left the house and went to the car. I heard the car door close and then she came back in. My shoes were taken off and then replaced with a pair that had higher heels. My legs were still adjusting to the new height when she told me to put my hands down at my sides. I did so and felt something soft slither over my tummy from just above my hips to just below my bra. It wrapped round me until a sudden jerk made me gasp. "Take a deep breath Angela and hold it until I tell you." There were a series of tugs behind me and I was close to bursting before Lynn allowed me to breathe out. "Again Angela, another deep breath and hold." I felt the tugs rising to the middle of my back, the third breath was as deep as I could make it but I found that it was much more shallow than I expected. "Breathe out Angela... Now, how's that?" I tried to breathe normally but found I couldn't, I was forced by the constraint of the garment to take longer more careful breaths. I felt Lynn unfasten my bra and automatically raised my hands to stop the balloons from falling before remembering that Lynn had already removed them. My hands met the smooth rounded shape of a pair of breasts. "What!" I gasped. "Have a look Angela, I think they look perfect." My eyes saw perfectly shaped and weighted breasts, they began to warm under my fingers. I stroked them, cupped them and then squeezed them, watching as they pulled my skin so I could almost believe I was feeling the movement n a real pair of breasts. I lowered my hands and waited for them to fall off, they didn't. "How?" "A very special glue, waterproof so they won't come off even if you were to go swimming. They won't come off unless you use a special cleanser and as we don't have any you're stuck with them." The breasts and the ivory satin corset completely changed my figure; I now had curves where there had been none before. Lynn put me in the blouse and then the skirt, which was of a very heavy velvet. I noticed the shoes for the first time; high heeled opened toed sandals through which I could see the glossy pink varnish on my nails. A broad leather belt wound round my waist and fastened tightly, emphasising my trimmed waist, broadened hips and swelling bust. The straps were fitted to my wrists, the chain cool on my skin through the blouse. "You have this afternoon to get used to your improvements. I want to have a set of perfect pictures to send to Mistress Jade and Theresa." Lynn got her stuff together after flicking through the post. "This one is for you Angela." She handed it to me just as the phone rang. Lynn answered, and then a smile rose on her lips. She covered the mouthpiece and held it out to me. "A Mister Rees for you Angela." I took the phone and stared nervously at it. "Hello?" "Andy? What the hell is this letter I'm looking at?" My mind blazed, knowing I'd reached a defining moment. Lynn poked a finger in my side then went upstairs. "It's my resignation Mister Rees." I said, my voice came out softened and at a higher pitch than usual, it sounded, girlish. "Are you alright? You sound like you've got a cold?" It didn't sound like that to me at all; it was another piece of a puzzle falling into place. From my initial transformation, to my enforced posture change and now my altered voice. "I'm fine Mister Rees, I'm sorry this is all a bit sudden." "Sudden! You've dropped me right in it, I take it you are actually serious?" There was a click on the line so I presumed Lynn was listening on the upstairs extension. "Yes, I'm sorry if you're going to have problems but my new position, well, it is impossible to turn down." "Well I hope to God you're not going to need a reference from me! I'll do my best to give you the worst send off this company has ever given anybody!" The line went dead; I looked at the phone for a second and then put it back in its cradle. Lynn came into the room and had me pose for pictures; Mistress Jade had been right about the chains restricting me in my movement. Lynn realised she had been over long for her lunch and gathered her things together. She kissed my cheek told me not to forget tea and then called out from the door: "Aren't you going to open your post?" The door closed behind her and I went carefully over to the table and picked up the large white envelope. Inside it was a smaller envelope with a post box number on it. Inside the smaller envelope was a single sheet of paper along with a twenty pound note. I looked at both the note and the letter in puzzlement before actually beginning to read the letter itself. Dear Angela, I would love to have a sexy photo of you and the sexy scenario you have in mind for us. Also I'd love a pair of your panties. You look very pretty in your advert, I'd love to see more of you. Love from Graham. There was an address underneath for somewhere in the South East of England. I found just how restrictive the chains were when I went out to get the washing in. Thankfully it was another warm sunny day and my things were nicely dry. Once inside I set to ironing them and then took them upstairs to put on the hangers, glancing once at the padlock on my wardrobe. I went over to Lynn's wardrobe and opened the door so I could see my full-length reflection. I looked rather like an Edwardian or Victorian housemaid or perhaps a governess, no; no governess would wear ankle and wrist chains. Not that you could see much of the ankle chain as it was largely hidden by the long full skirt. The skirt itself did enough to restrict my movement but with the addition of the chains I was really made to move more slowly, especially up or down the stairs. What made my do it I don't know but I turned to the top of Lynn's bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. I found what I was looking for straight away, a large oval broach with a shining polished black stone mounted on it. I pinned it to the high collar on the front of my throat; it set off the blouse beautifully. I turned my attention to my hair, brushing it up from my neck and pinning it on top of my head in a neat Victorian style then returned downstairs to the lounge. I had an evening meal ready for Lynn's return, I had almost lost my appetite but took up Lynn's suggestion that I should have a salad even though I'd only nibbled on lettuce leaves for what seemed like forever. After I'd cleared the plates away Lynn had me take off the blouse and skirt to photograph me in the corset and chains, then as I dressed in them again and brought in the washing. I also posed in the garden at the end of the path on the wooden bench. If next door looked out of their upstairs window I'd be plainly on show. Once back indoors Lynn told me to change into the evening uniform and again took pictures. If she'd been taking the film to a processor it would have been costing a fortune to have them all develop. From the financial side of things at least her being able to down load them to the computer straight from the camera. I was just about to step back into the high-heeled sandals w