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He brought in the mail. As he looked through it there were 3 identical envelopes. One addressed to Josh, one to Mike, and his. The return address was just a symbol. He set the other two on the kitchen table for Josh & Mike, and opened his. Inside was an invitation to a Halloween party called "The French Maid Ball". Also, there was a credit voucher for a place called The Pleasure Pit. He had never heard of it. He looked back at the invitation again. The address of the party was in a very nice hotel, in the penthouse. He wondered if the others got the same thing. There was a smaller envelope in the packet. He opened it. He opened the small note. It read, "You are cordially invited to a costume party - The French Maid Ball. The credit voucher is not limited. You may buy anything available in this transformation store or anything that they can order for you. You may create a persona of your choice. A judge will, at the ring of the last chime of midnight, announce the winner of the best costume presentation. The winner will receive a tax paid endowment of $1,000,000. This is your chance to let your creativity soar." He reread it several times. What kind of a nut would give a million for a best costume? Well, there was no way to turn it down. He truly wondered how Josh or Mike could possibly compete. They were both large boned with wide shoulders, large heads, and strong manly hands. At least, he thought he had a chance because he was 5' 5" tall, slight of build, and had a baby face. He wondered if Josh and Mike would even try. But, for a million, he thought they might. Who would offer such a prize, and why French maids? Boy, he wondered if it was really a joke on him. He set his invitation on his desk and decided to talk to "the boys" when they came home. Meanwhile, he had home work to do. Josh was the first home. He read the invitation. He was quiet for a while. Then he went into Al's room. "Al, did you get one of these invitations?" "Yes, I did. Did you read it through, even the little note?" "Yes, this is the craziest thing I ever heard of. Who could be behind this, and what's this symbol on the return address?" Al found that he hadn't gotten anything done on his studying. He just couldn't get his head around the invitation. So, he suggested to Josh that they go into the living room and wait for Mike. While they waited, they speculated on what the motive could possibly be to give that much money away. And what was with this 'maid's costume' thing? Mike came in and saw Josh an Al looking at him silently. They both had their invitations in their hands. Al nodded toward the counter. Mike saw the envelope, picked it up and opened it. His mouth opened when he read the million number. He looked up at them. Josh shrugged and Al just stood there. Mike said, "Okay is this a joke?" They, then, had a long conversation speculating about all the possibilities, even several not possibles. Finally, they all looked at one another and decided that since it was only 4:00 PM, they would all go to this Pleasure Pit to see what it was. Mike was skeptical that there was even a Pleasure Pit. Josh's car was a junker, but it ran well. They got to the warehouse district, parked and walked in through the bright pink door. They were met by a tall woman in very high heels, wearing an Elvira dress, showing darn near everything. The dress was made out of a shiny, flimsy material. You could very clearly see the lacing on her corset through the fabric, when she turned around. She took Al's certificate in her hand. He watched as she opened it with the tips of her long, bright red fingernails. They were long and thick, almost like claws. "Oh, yes, the ball." she rasped. Her voice was breathy and contralto; she spoke with a lisp. She had long black hair, which he was sure must have been a wig, but it looked pretty natural when she moved. She said, "Follow me." As they neared a counter, Josh immediately piped up, "Please, we were just interested in whether this was for real. It seems like a rather odd thing to do and do you think there really is a $1,000,000, at the end of this tunnel?" She looked at him for a minute. It was incredibly quiet. "Yes, it is legitimate. Are you planning to participate, or not?" Josh looked into her well made up slutty eyes, "I don't see how anyone in their right mind would turn down a chance at that kind of money. This certificate is only good here, are you the only place we can go for this stuff?" She leaned forward into his body bubble space and breathed, in a distinctly male voice, "You may do anything you wish, but we have an incredible selection of the things you will need if you plan to seriously compete for that kind of money." Then, back in the feminine, contralto. "All our stuff is real, high quality. Do you like what I'm wearing? We sell everything I have on. I could make you an Elvira look alike, a Madonna look alike, even Dolly Parton, except you're rather big. She's extremely small, you know, well, except for... well, you know what I mean." It was the first time she had even smiled. Josh asked, "Do you, uh, have breast forms?" "Oh, these? No, well, yes, but these are real." She upturned her hand and waved it down her bodice, from her shoulder to her hip, and struck a pose very similar to one used by Elvira. "But, we also have a range of 'temporary' solutions to this problem. You may glue on breast forms that mimic the natural movement of the feminine breasts, or we have some creams, and injected chemicals, that are temporary in nature, that I recommend to get the full effect of the experience. Take mine, for example, I injected our special fluid early this morning. I like it so much the better, because, as you can see, the result is the same, but, I can actually feel any touch, and can feel the clothing I have on as I move. It's really quite a turn on." As she finished, she reached down to pick up Josh's hand and placed it on her bust between those large wonders. "You see, I can feel everything you do, when you touch me." Josh quickly retracted his hand, blushed, and stammered. "That's okay I g-g-get the idea!" After a minute, he continued, "So, those are real, but temporary?" Elvira smiled again, she apparently like talking about herself. "Yes, dearie. I injected the fluid into the center of my nipples, you know, the little hole that would be used for milk, if I were a nursing mother." She pealed off the edge of her dress to show the exact spot, and pointed with one hand, as she pinched her nipple with her other hand and pointed it up, as if to show the exact spot more clearly. "The fluid is preheated and is made out of a protein base, which lasts for about 48 hours, then begins to be absorbed by the body. Once the fluid is inside, and cools to normal body temperature, the fluid takes on the consistency of fatty tissue. It's truly amazing! And the best part, like I say, is it's your real skin. You can feel everything. It's not like those phony breast forms. Oh, they look totally real, but, you can't feel anything. I once bumped the frame of a door trying to squeeze through past some people, and damn near knocked one loose. I had to go into the ladies room and touch up the make up so you couldn't see the seam." Josh, Al and Mike were just about at the end of their endurance and Josh, again, said, "I think we understand. We will probably plan to come in and go over our plan tomorrow. It's Thursday, and tomorrow we can get stuff to try out over the weekend. What are your hours?" Elvira frowned. It was as if they had just taken away a toy. "We are open until 9 PM tomorrow and 9 AM to 6 PM on Saturday. But, let me warn you. You are all males and will need extra time and training to pull off the effect of being a woman. You can't pass without learning some tricks and practicing the walk, talk and mannerisms. If you don't prepare properly, you'll never have a chance at the prize." The boys left. They almost hurried out. When they got into the car, they all started to laugh. It was a very nervous laugh. The whole way home was consumed with mocking and imitations of Elvira. It had been obvious that she was a male. They wondered if he still had "it". They mocked the way she walked, talked, and, mostly, they gave Josh a really hard time asking what she felt like. "Com'on, she grabbed me I didn't grab her. It felt real enough to me, and warm." That did it, and the other two hooted and hollered about him liking it and did he want to go back. They could leave him and come back, later, when he was finished. It was thick until they got home and parted to their respective rooms to focus on studying for tomorrow's school schedule. Al was home first, then Josh, then Mike. Mike had the latest class. When Mike came in Al and Josh were sitting in the living room looking at him as he walked in the door. "Ya, I know, did either of you think about anything but the Pleasure Pit? Honest I still can't get Elvira out of my mind. Does someone really think we are going to become like her?" Josh then spoke, "I know I'd do almost anything for $1,000,000. This is a toughie. I didn't sleep well last night, and when I finally did, I had a very scary dream. I don't want to have anything to do with this, but $1,000,000." He paused. "I can sure think of a lot of things I can do with $1,000,000." The others nodded. They sat in silence for a while contemplating the enormity of the situation. They were normal males, interested in females for sex, companionship, and maybe, a life together. It was a real stretch to think along these lines. What they would have to do is not what a male should do. But, $1,000,000. Al was very quiet as he said, "Well, I'm in. $1,000,000 is just too much to give up on. This is going to be a very short episode in our lives. We can even, some day, look back and laugh about it." He looked at the face of, first Josh, then Mike. More silence. Mike opened up, "I'm in. But do you realize," looking at Al, now, "that there is only one winner? I don't know if I want to go through this if I can't win the money. It's a lot to ask, even if it is 'temporary'." Josh shook his head, "Boy, it's really a conundrum." He smiled at the use of his big word. "I think we should make a pact. Rather than being cut throat competitors, why can't we make a deal. Let's say, the winner gets $800,000, the other 2 get $100,000 each. What do you think?" Al and Mike looked at each other, then at Josh. They thought. They agonized. They agreed. Josh said, "Okay. Let's go. I think we are going to need some personal attention. Let's see if they have consultants that can give individualized advice." As they went in. Elvira was nowhere to be found. There were several gaudily dressed ladies chatting in various places in the store. They walked up to the counter and all the women looked in their direction. The blonde haired girl behind the counter was dressed in a double breasted pinstripe heavily tailored suit with a mini skirt. You could see a very sheer, see through, blouse that came up to ruffles around the collar. The blouse was white. The boys could clearly see large cleavage. This blonde, immediately said, "Oh, hi guys. I see you have come back. Are you planning to attend the ball, then?" Josh asked, "Elvira?" "Yes, I was Elvira last night. Tonight, I'm Melanie Griffith, the working girl. Do you like it?" Mike broke the silence. "Well, Melanie, we have decided to go for it. How can we proceed? We were wondering if you have some consultants or something who can help us in our individual efforts? We really don't know what to do. All this is paid for by these certificates, right? So, where do we go from here?" Josh and Al nodded. Elvira/Melanie smiled. She waved to a couple of other girls toward the back of the store. When the girls walked up, Melanie said, "Mary, this is Mike. Shelly, this is Al. And Josh, you're mine. Do you each have your certificates?" They each handed forward their certificates. The scramble began. After about 3 hours, the store had closed, but the boys were still finishing up. During the process, hair removal, body contouring, sizing for clothes, and make up had all been taken care of. Josh, Al, and Mike all met at the counter. They looked each other up and down. Josh, had a bright red satin maid's uniform on. He had red stockings with a black seam down the back. He had on 3" high heels that buckled with a triple buckle around the ankle. The satin skirt had a pink lace trim and a white satin underlayer, again, with pink lace trim. You could see the tops of his stockings. The bodice zipped up the back, and the front satin went all the way to his neck to a band with lace at the top. The sleeves were a bell fluff, again, with pink lace around the lower edge. He had shiny pink nails on his fingers that matched the pink lace trim. He had a wig that was pulled up in back and had ring curls hanging down from a bun at the top of the back of his head, and full bangs almost down to the eyebrow. Around the bun was a pink lace band that hooked at the top and had a lace cluster with a pink ribbon that hung down on each side of his head. His earrings were dangly pink plastic shaped like a drop with a little lacy tassel at the bottom. His lipstick was bright pink, to match his nails. Mike had a black leather uniform that laced like a corset in the back. It had a bodice that showed off an endowment to rival Elvira's last night. He had breast forms glued on and make up hid the edges where they met his skin. The shoulder straps had white lace on either side. The inside of the straps continued down to border the neckline and cleavage. It, also, had the same lace around the edge of the skirt. A crinoline slip held the skirt up to a 45 degree angle. He had black seamed stockings. The garters showed. His high heels were 3" black patent pumps. He had black lace trimmed cuffs that clipped on with hasp clasp. His wig was black, long and hung down his back. He had pierced ears with black rose shaped studs. He looked at Josh, then Al. Al had a very thin waist. When he breathed, his chest heaved with effort. His black satin uniform had a low neckline that dipped down between his boobs. His breasts were at least "C" size and stuck out very pointed and looked like he would fall forward. His coach, Shelly, had explained that his skin had to stretch some to be able to have a larger size and that he had the best chance to win the prize. With the carefully done make up and the right costume he would capture everyone's heart. He had a very pretty face when made up. His lips were thick and defined, and very enticing when painted bright red with lipstick. He was naturally 5' 5" tall and because of this he could wear higher heels and still not appear too tall. The bodice of his uniform was tight and you could see the boning of his corset through the shiny material. In back, tiny buttons, every half inch, went from his waist to the top of the neck line. A steel 2" band was locked around his waist with a larger black padlock. The skirt was short and held up and outward by a delicate nylon layered slip. There were 4 layers of soft and sheer chiffon with small edging of the tiniest rose lace. The main slips were a bright white. The lace edging was deep black. His apron was bright white satin with black edging. The uniform had long sleeves with a lace trim and black edging. The cuff of the sleeve was attached to a thick black leather cuff and the cuff locked with a black lacquered hasp clip. Tiny black padlocks held the cuffs on. He had a neck collar that was black leather with lace trim on the top and bottom. It, also, had the hasp and black pad lock. The stockings he had on were so sheer that they had a sheen that glint in the light. The seam was so straight it looked like a line drawn on the back of his leg. His heels were 5 1/2 inch steel spikes. The shoes were black pumps. They had no straps. A steel chain with rings on each end, was wrapped around his ankle, across the front of his foot and under the arch of the shoe. One of the rings was looped over the stiletto and the other was padlocked to it. This gave a decorative appearance and a practical way to lock the shoe tight to the foot. His wig was black, human hair, cut in a page boy cut that was short in the back but hung down to points in the front. The bangs were about 1/2" above the eyebrows, and were thick and very evenly cut. His eyebrows were delicately arched and dye darkened. His eyes were accented with a black shadow very carefully and lightly applied. Since his eyes were a very bright blue, the make up drew them out and made his eyes appear large and enticing. False eyelashes were glued on. He was literally beautiful, sexy and appeared very feminine. Both Josh and Mike looked him up and down and their mouths dropped open. Shelly smiled at this reaction as a vindication of her first impression. She looked around the circle of people. It was obvious that everyone had picked him as the one most likely to succeed. Elvira/Melanie pursed her lips, held up her index finger to them, and looked very pensive. "A very nice choice to combine the bondage aspects." She said it in her male voice very quietly, then put her hand over her mouth and said, "Oops." Shelly snickered and said, "I have never heard Jerry make a mistake staying in character." Apparently, Elvira's real name was Jerry. Al looked around to the astonished stares of all who were surrounding him. "These heels are really uncomfortable and the bondage makes me feel, well, worried. Are you all sure that this is worth it?" Heavy silence was finally broken by Josh. "Al, you take my breath away. If you were a real woman, I'd climb a mountain to, well, I, er..." They all laughed. Al did not. He turned beat red and looked down at the floor. As he did, he couldn't help but guess that they were all as affected as Josh. Jerry said that they should take home all the things that had turned them into the maids they appeared to be. The coaches each brought out large cases and set them in front of each of the boys. They picked up their cases and went toward the door. They all looked back at the same time. Jerry and the other coaches laughed. "It's okay you will attract attention if you don't keep a low profile. Just get in the car and go straight back to your home and, you'll see, it'll be okay." They walked out the door and walked as fast as they could in the high heels. Al was having a bit more trouble than the others because of the height of his heels. They hopped into the car and Josh drove. He couldn't use the gas and brake peddles, so he slipped off the heels on his right foot to drive. When they got to the parking lot, they could not get a very close spot. Al was the first to speak. "This is awkward. So, what do you think we ought to do? Someone will see us." Josh shrugged and said, "Well, we can't sit in the car and we can't change. So, I guess, there's no time like the present." He slipped the right shoe back on and opened the door to get out. The others followed suit. And the strangest parade imaginable wiggled its way across the lot. When they got into the apartment. Al was the last in and, as he shut the door, he leaned with his back to the closed door and took a deep breath. The other two turned around and laughed. Josh and Mike, both, started in unison. Mike stopped and Josh continued. "You are really gorgeous. If I didn't know you were a guy... wow, looking at you now, Al you're hot. I don't believe it. I know you're a guy and I just can't understand how I can feel so attracted..... Man, I just can't." He turned and took his case into his room. Mike looked at Al in the same way, nodded, and went to his room. Al watched them go. He had to admit, to himself, that he liked the feel of the clothes he had on, but, wow, he was scared by the reaction of his room mates. He looked down at his bust. What a turn on. He knew that he had the injection method of having breasts. He could feel every move. The sheer bra cups of his corset were nylon and gently rubbed his nipples. It was strange that he would notice at all, except that just having them was keeping him excited. His coach, Shelly, had given him a thong that was very thick and held his manhood up against his abdomen. They were black and made out of silk jacquard. Even they were sexy. The stockings felt really exciting when his legs rubbed together, and they rubbed together once every few steps, depending on how he walked. Shelly had taught him to walk with his feet one in front of the other. This caused him to sway his hips back and forth and his thighs occasionally rubbed. He reached his hands on to his waist. The corset kept his waist very trim. It was uncomfortable, and yet, it was very exciting. The layered slip was exciting. He noticed he was getting into a rut. The whole outfit made him excited. He wondered how real women stood it. Well, maybe, they didn't very well. Maybe that's why the word seduce came into being. He picked up his case and walked into his room. As he opened it and pulled out his shirt, pants, and underwear, he wondered where this was all going. He knew that from now on he would want to wear clothes like this. He felt his chest and slid his hands down his waist then down onto the skirt fluffed up by the slip. He felt his hands continue down the garters and onto the stockings. They were incredible. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and bolted upright. Everything he had on was padlocked and he didn't know where the keys were. Shelly had them. He knew it was Friday night and now it looked like he would have to wait until tomorrow to get out of these clothes. He ran out to the hall and knocked on Mike's door. "Ya." Mike answered. Al said, "Mike, all my clothes are locked on and I don't know where the keys are." He heard Mike rustle around. Mike opened his door and still had on his outfit. "You don't know where the keys are?" he repeated with a smile. "You let them make you a bondage maid and you don't know where the keys are? That's the first thing I would have kept track of." Suddenly, Josh came out of his room. "Did I just hear that you don't have the keys?" Al looked from Mike to Josh. "Yeah, okay, so I'm an idiot. But what am I going to do?" Josh smiled. "I guess you are going to stay in those sexy clothes and be a maid until you can get the keys. Why don't you do some cleaning while you're stuck? The bathroom needs a little attention." "Ha, ha." He turned and walked into the living room. The boys watched his ass as he walked. "Boy, you even have the sexiest walk, Al, is that really you? Or, are you really a female stand in?" Al turned around. He had fear in his eyes. He had to get out of these clothes. He went into the living room and sat on the couch. At first, he sat like a man, then he looked at his legs and thought, "I'd better close my legs. What am I going to do if Josh and Mike start getting ideas?" He got up and went to the phone. He dialed up the Pleasure Pit. It rang and rang until, finally, an answering machine came on. He started his message, "This is Al... ah, this is your bondage maid. I guess I forgot to ask for the keys. Is there any way you could call me as soon as possible, I need to get out of these clothes. Ah, thanks, oh, my number is xxx-xxxx." He hung up and stood for a minute. He looked into the hallway and saw Mike and Josh standing there looking at him. He blushed. He, immediately, walked into his room and shut the door. All he could do is lay down on his bed and go to sleep. The day's activity weighed heavy on him and soon he was asleep. Al woke up to a new day at about 7 AM. His feet were tired of being in the same shape. His back and around his waist felt uncomfortable, because of the compression lasting all night. He had to go to the bathroom. As he got up, he almost fell forward because of the heels. He went to open his door. He peeked out into the hall. He was still afraid of his roommates. He just looked too good. He saw no one and rushed as fast as he could across the hall to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror as he walked over to the toilet. He pulled the thong out of his butt crack and pushed it down. He tried to sit and found it was difficult due to the heels. The last few inches he dropped to the seat. His knees stuck up and he felt his legs in the nylons. This did not make it easy to let loose, but his need was great. He finished and pulled his thong back up, and worked at standing up. When he opened the door a crack, he saw Josh and Mike looking back at him from the other side of the door. He slammed it shut. Mike knocked. "Hey Ally, com'on out. We won't mess with you. Don't worry." He said, "Move away from the door." Then he slowly opened it. They were gone, but as he came out they were at the end of the hallway looking at him. "Okay. Com'on now!" Josh looked at Mike and smiled. "Ally we just want to see you again. How about a runway show. We promise we won't do anything, OKAY?" He came down the hall walking with his wiggle. When he reached the end of the hall, he bent forward and put his hands on his knees showing a lot of cleavage, and mouthed an exaggerated kiss. As he watched their faces, he saw them both blush. "God, you're hot! I can't believe you're a guy. Go back into your room. I am getting pretty hot." He stopped what he was doing and turned to walk back to his room. As he went through the door, he heard Josh hoot, and thought "oh boy, this is trouble." Once he had shut the door he heard the phone ring. Mike picked it up and said, "It's for you Ally." He had to come out to take his call. He came out, took the phone from Mike and started talking to Shelly, who said that she had stuck the keys in a side pocket in the case he had brought home. She, also, said that she had put in a hot pink bra, and a hot pink waist cincher and a frilly black see through blouse, and a black leather mini skirt. She suggested that he keep the corset on, or switch to the hot pink cincher, to get his waist trained so he would not be so uncomfortable. It would, also, keep him from eating a lot. He should also walk in the shoes as much as possible. With the ball the next weekend, he only had 7 days to be comfortable in the costume. She was sure he would win, if he prepared well. He hung up the phone and turned to go to his room. Right in front of him were Josh and Mike. "Please, I'm just Al who is trying to win a $1,000,000." Josh moved to the side to let him pass. "Yea, we know and if you don't win, you always have a place here cleaning for us." Josh and Mike both sniggered at the joke, but Al was having a tough time not being afraid of them. Here they were in their jeans and t-shirt, barefoot, and he was very aware that they were both bigger and stronger than he. As he passed going to his room, he looked at them out of the corner of his eye. Josh reached out and put the palm of his hand on the small of his back and slid it down his butt. He could feel it through the layers of the slip. It was really sexy feeling. He twisted to get away and almost stumbled as he rushed to his room. Once inside, he quickly opened the case and grabbed the keys out of the side pocket. He suddenly realized that he couldn't change back. Josh and Mike had chosen the breast forms, so, they just had to apply the neutralizer and they came off. He still had the fluid that would last another day. "Well," he thought, "I guess I put on the other outfit." He struggled to get all the buttons undone. It was really a challenge. He had to do most of them then he slipped his arms out of the sleeves and rotated the uniform around his waist to unbutton the rest. He reached around to the laces of his corset. He had a terrible time because Shelly had a habit of double knotting the laces to prevent them coming loose. He finally got the knots out and pulled on the laces. The relief was instant. He could breathe. He dropped the straps and unhooked the garters and threw the corset on the bed. His stockings slid down his legs to bunch up at his ankles. He got out of the shoes and took them off. He felt his smooth hairless legs. He unlocked the collar. He reached up to remove the wig, but stopped, He could not get rid of the boobs. He had better leave the wig on until he could so he could pass. He decided not to remove the make up, either. He carefully folded the maid's uniform and put it and the other items he had worn in the case. He put on the hot pink cincher, lacing it reasonably tight. He had to admit, he liked the constricted feeling. Then, the bra, it was a half cup demi cup and pushed him up and out. When he finished, he could see through the blouse to the hot pink bra and cincher. The mini skirt was awkward because it just covered his stocking tops. He still had his thong on. His nails were still bright red. He dug into the side pockets and found that Shelly had put some pink polish in the case. He put it on and waited until it was dry. His stomach growled and he realized that he was really hungry. He found pink lipstick, put it on and put the case, with his maid's outfit, in his closet. He went out of his room and casually walked in towards the kitchen. As he went through the living room, Josh and Mike, who were talking, suddenly went quiet. He looked over at them. They had been having a sandwich and stopped in mid-bite. "Holy cow, Al, you, ah, have got to be kidding me. You are gorgeous. What's with the outfit?" Al stopped, pulled his hands together in front of him, and told them, "I chose the injections, so I can't take these off. I have to wear something." He waved his hands down, palm up, to indicate his body. Josh looked at Mike. Mike looked at Josh. Mike asked. "Do you have any idea what you look like? You are really a cock-tease. It's going to be very hard on us if you continue to dress in those sexy clothes. I suppose you are going to stay in today? You know, I bet you could go the Bezerk tonight and no one would ever guess who you are." "I'd have to have my head examined if I went out like this. I'm just wearing this because, well, I have to stay female because of these, but I, ah, kinda like how these clothes feel. Besides, Shelly suggested that I would be able pass if I spent a lot of time practicing this week. It will help me be ready for next Saturday. She thinks I stand a really good chance of winning. I was just getting some lunch. I haven't eaten since yesterday and lunch. I'm really hungry, but if I don't keep my waist constricted I will eat too much. So, I thought I might, at least look the part." Mike put his plate down on the coffee table and responded, "I don't think you have any idea how hot you look. You look more like a sexy woman than any real woman I ever seen. Yah, maybe, I've seen actresses that looked better, but that was with a lot of help. We are going to have to keep saying over and over to ourselves, 'This is Al; this is Al'. Josh, can you keep your hands off him, er, her?" "Yes I can. I know its Al. But I sure like looking. Really, Al, you could totally pass for a beautiful girl. I bet, if we went to Bezerk tonight, you would get hit on at least 30 times." Al stood for a moment then went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he walked out with a sandwich, and sat down on the side chair to eat with his buddies. They stared as he sat. He had to bend over and put the sandwich down on the coffee table, then, he slowly lowered himself, keeping his legs tight together, and holding the skirt down as long as he could, which was not very much. The mini was short enough to show just a hint of the welt of his stockings. Once seated, as he reached for his plate, he noticed them both staring at his chest. As he bent over, the demi bra allowed a sexy flash at his boobs. "Com'on guys. It's me, Al." Josh looked over at Mike. "He just doesn't believe us, does he. Honest, Al you are a sex pot, tease. I bet you $100 that we could go the Bezerk tonight and you will get hit on by at least 30 different guys. What d'ya say. Let's go tonight and see if I'm right. It's worth $100 to ya, if I'm wrong." Al looked from Mike to Josh, to Mike again. "Mike, you agree?" "Absolutely, Al. You could never spend less than 3 hours without getting every guy there to hit on you. They will watch everything you do, also. You're just too sexy. You, also, have nothing else to wear, so you can't dress down. I think you'll loose if you take that bet." Al had to find out. "You're on Josh. We'll go to Bezerk. I have to know if you're right. I'll be ready at 7 PM. But I have some requirements. 1. I'll sit alone at a table, and one of you has to come up whenever a guy hits, and say 'Is this guy bothering you, honey?' 2. I must have your promises that you will get me home, here, unharmed in any way. OKAY?" Al spent the afternoon working on studying. At 6 PM, he started to get ready for the night out. This was going to be very different. He was a little scared, and was enjoying the adrenaline rush. It was very exciting. He noticed that he really felt alive. Big things were happening. He still had on the pink underwear, see through blouse, and mini skirt. He had kept them on all afternoon so that he could become used to the way he had to move, and the way they felt. He, also, had to admit that he just plain liked the way it felt. Josh had been gone for a while. He came back about 6:30 and had a small package with him. He sat on the couch and waited for Al to come out. Al was fussing over his make up. He checked his nails, perfect. He put a fresh coat of lipstick, hot pink. He was a vision. He had to admit he even turned himself on. He went out to the living room. Josh stood up and gave him the bag he had. Al looked into his eyes to try and discern what this was about. "I noticed one thing you were missing and bought it for you. You get to choose your fragrance, then Mike and I will choose." Al looked in the bag and found a perfume called 'Nightshade' that he liked the most. He sprayed all the special spots. Mike came out of his room and they left for Bezerk. Mike drove. Josh opened the door for Al, who got in the front passenger seat. Josh, then, got into the back seat. When they arrived at Bezerk, this process reversed. Mike dropped them off at the entrance, and went to park the car. At the front door, the bouncer told Al that she could go in with no cover, but the guys had to pay. Al smiled at them as he went in to find a table. When the guys got in they headed for a separate table. Josh and Ally walked through to the back of the club. Al noticed, or rather, felt many eyes all over him. He heard his heels as he walked and so did all the men in the place. They watched Ally sip her white wine, and kept track of the guys that hit on her. This went on for two hours, and the count was 23. Each time a guy hung around Ally for a few minutes, Josh would go over and chase them away. After the 23rd, Josh, went to her table, leaned over, looking down Ally's bra, and said, "You're at 23. 7 more to go and I win." Al looked up at him and said, "I'm up here." An obvious reference to the fact that Josh was staring down at his chest. Joshed blushed and went back to the table with Mike. The night was looking like a shoo-in for the boys. As the time neared the 3rd hour, Ally was beginning to waver. Not from the possibility that he might lose, but from the 6 glasses of wine he had put down. Josh and Mike had been drinking beer and were, now, taking frequent trips to the men's room. At 5 minutes to the deadline, it so happened that a tall guy with a blond crew cut and a t-shirt, that showed off about a million muscles, came over to Ally's table. He pulled up a chair and asked, "So, is this seat taken?" He stared at Ally all over. Ally was immediately scared stiff. He looked over to the table where Josh and Mike were supposed to be, and saw no one. "Yes, my boy friend is in the men's room." "Okay, how about I just sit here and wait for him and enjoy the scenery? You from around here?" "Yes, I mean, sort of, I'm visiting my boy friend for the week." He kept scanning the bar for his room mates, thinking, "Where are those lousy bastards?" "Can I buy you a drink?" The stud muffin was, apparently, not going to give up. "No, I don't think that would be appropriate, do you?" "Well, where is this knight in shining armor? You and I are going to have a really great time if he doesn't show up soon. I think you'll like everything about me." He winked and leaned in to say. "I've never had a complaint." He took a gulp of his beer. Suddenly, from behind him, Al heard, "Hi there." Then he looked at Al's upturned face. "Are you ready to go, honey?" Al was never more glad to see anyone in his life. "Sorry, I hope you find someone." "Yea, okay, better luck next time." said the hulk. Al sat in the front seat of the car and shook. "What happened to you guys? I almost got nailed by that guy. He wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer." Josh smiled and pushed Mike's shoulder. "We had to go so bad. And when we left no one was around. That guy must've really seen a babe that he wanted to boink, really bad. Huh, Mike?" Al just sat and fumed. His nerves were flying a mile a minute. Back in the apartment, Al immediately ran to his room. He almost fell from the 5" spikes he had on and the wine he had. He sat on his bed and almost started to cry. "What were they thinking?" he thought. He took off his blouse and mini, and, of course, the heels. He sure was looking forward to getting back to normal. He took off all but the waist cincher. If he was going to go through all this, he was going to win. When he woke up the next morning, Al was on his back and rolled over to get out of bed. The large obstruction on his chest puzzled him for a moment until he remembered. He carefully avoided squashing his breast and went into the bathroom. He was the first up. As he looked into the mirror, he thought, "They were right when they said it would last 2 days." He stared at the mounds as they seemed to stare back at him. His nipples and areolas were still manish, but no one was gonna see them when he was in costume, so he wasn't concerned. He hefted them. He squeezed the nipples. "Boy, that sure feels good. Now, now, don't get too attached to them. You're going right back after Halloween. Right, Al, old buddy?" He felt his waist through the waist cincher. It was a shiny silk material that he, also, liked the feel of. "Oh, boy, Al you better watch what you're thinking!!" He watched as Mike came into the kitchen. He had eggs and juice, and was still hungry, but was not going to eat any more. He wanted that million. Mike looked at him. "Wow." As he stood there, Al could see the lump project out from his bathrobe. "You have to wear that outfit, I suppose. Yea, I guess its either that or the maid's uniform. It's sure going to get hard to have to look at you and keep hand's off, you know." He turned and started making some breakfast. Al decided to leave cause he knew he was a real problem for the boys. He grabbed the only purse Shelly had given him, and walked out the door and down to the street. They lived on the 2nd floor and he had to walk down the stairs again. He was getting used to the heels, but he still had to concentrate hard to walk. He decided to walk the way Shelly had suggested. He carefully put his foot directly in front for each step. As he walked, after a while, he became more and more comfortable with it. He didn't notice the guys at the windows of the buildings that he passed, watching him pass. He had developed a slow sway from the natural positioning of his walk. His hips slowly swayed back and forth. He went 3 blocks and noticed his feet were beginning to hurt a little. He turned and backtracked. As he came through the door to their apartment. both Josh and Mike were there waiting for him. "See." said Mike. "He is going to get himself raped or something." Josh looked at his room mate. "You know, you really are taking chances going out alone looking like that in broad day light, So to speak." Al looked from one to the other. "I can't just stay cooped up in here, today. These knockers don't go away until tomorrow. I can't dress any other way, cause I would look like a man with tits. I need to practice on these heels all week. I've finished all my homework. Sunday TV? Are you nuts?" Josh shook his head. "Ally," he said, "you are truly a bonehead. If I looked like you do I would either hide until after Halloween, or I'd plan on getting boinked a lot. You look so good that Mike and I are wandering around here permanently hard. You can have the place to yourself, because we don't dare stay or we may be tempted to...well, ah, we just can't stay. Will you please get to your room and stay there while we are here? We are going to leave and be gone all day. When we get back, it would be really great if you could get back into your room again until tomorrow. This is the only way I think we can keep our hands off of you. Is that OKAY with you?" "Sure, guys, I can't see how attractive I must be. I appreciate what you're doing for me. If I'm here you might get a glimpse of me, but I'll try to get to my room as fast as I can." They made it through the day with this plan. The next morning, Al woke up expecting to be flat again. He was disappointed. He still had breasts. "Oh, no!!" he thought. He felt them and tried to push them back into his chest. No go. "Oh, boy, what do I do now." He thought about his classes. How was he going to get to class? He thought about why they weren't going away. Then, he remembered, Jerry had said the protein would 'begin' to be absorbed into the body after two full days. That meant it was just beginning. He never said how long it would take. "Well, it sure doesn't seem to be going very fast." he thought. He got up and put on his male clothes. The tits were sticking out too much. He washed and cleaned up and went to the kitchen for some food. He saw Mike. Mike looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God. You're back to normal, whoops. Hey man, you still got 'em." "Yea, I remember Jerry said that they begin to dissolve after 2 days. But, he never said how long it would take." "Wow, you can't go to class with those." "Yea, I guess I cut class until they go. I sure hope it's quick." He grabbed an apple and went back to his room. He stared out the window at the students walking to class. "Boy this is sure costing me. I'd better win!" He was able to go to class by his 1 PM. He had to wrap the, now, probably, A cup lumps on his chest to try to flatten them. On Thursday, Al went to the Pleasure Pit. When he walked in he met a beautiful redhead with breasts spilling out of a bright red corset. She had red seamed stockingsand a pleated red cheer leader skirt. Her heels were at least 5" bright red patent pumps. "Jerry?" he said. "Aw, now I knew you were going to remember. Yea, it's me. Com'on I'll take you in to see Shelly." He met with Shelly and arranged for the three of them to come in Saturday morning. Josh, Mike, and Al were, now, nervous. They went in and got the full treatment until 1 PM. When they were finished, they met at the front counter again. Josh and Mike looked really sexy, but Al, was just beautiful. His make up was perfect gentle purple. His bright red lips were full and luscious, matching his long finger nails. His black hair glinted in the light of the fluorescent tubes, except for the black hat that sat on the top of his head. His hair smelled fresh with a hint of rose scent. His beautiful black satin maid's uniform shone and laid softly on the fluff of his petticoat. The tight laces of his corset could be clearly seen through the thin material. The steel band was a little loose because he had dieted the whole week and this allowed the corset to be tightened tighter than last weekend. His bust was visibly larger. Shelly had injected enough formula to boost his breasts to a D cup size. They looked great because his skin had stretched enough. He had walked in the apartment all week in the 5 1/2" stilettos and the shiny black shoes chained to his feet were not that uncomfortable. His stockings were so sheer that if he touched them together they felt delicious. The cuffs were locked on and a thin smooth chain attached to each wrist and ran through a ring on the back of the steel belt, down to attach to the chain around his ankles. When he was standing, his hands were pulled back behind his back. If he squatted, the chains pulled through the ring at his back to allow him to bring his arms around in front of him. He had black shiny dangling earrings that looked like little chandeliers with lots of fine detail. The thong he had worn before effectively held him up against his abdomen like before. Josh and Mike were dressed like before, and had requested the same of everything. They were ready. They had 4 hours until they had to arrive at the ball. Shelly suggested they stay and model for anyone coming to shop. Shelly was so sure Al would win that she put on a maid's uniform and decided to crash the ball. She had to see how Al did. The four hours went by fairly quickly. The limousine pulled up to a back entrance of the hotel and they took the express elevator up to the penthouse. The four of them peeked out through the elevator doors as they walked into the penthouse. They were in a large living room. The place was full of French maids. There were pink uniforms, red uniforms, purple uniforms, and mostly black uniforms. There were many, many styles, even thin nylon, see through, uniforms. The smell of perfumes wafted everywhere. There was a buffet, but only the peanuts and little pink mints were being eaten, probably because of the high number of corsets in the room. Josh, Mike, Shelly, and Al stood together in a group, talking about all the different costumes. As Al looked around he saw no other bondage maids. He was unique in that aspect. He wondered and asked Shelly, "What made you put me in bondage like this? I don't see anyone else locked up." Shelly smiled. "I just guessed, but you are so truly beautiful I thought this was the only thing I could do to make you just that little bit extra special. I think its going to do it. If you look around, I only see that maid over by the picture window that is as good looking as you are. This bondage may be just the thing to make the difference." She held up crossed fingers with long black polished nails. An MC wearing a bright deep blue satin uniform stood on a small platform, held up a cordless microphone. He spoke in a baritone voice. "Thank you for coming to the first annual French Maid's Ball. (Applause) Our benefactor has requested that everyone file through the arch over in the dining area. This will allow the judging to take place. Remember to strike your sexiest pose, smile and show off what you have planned as the unique part of your presentation. After everyone has passed, I will announce the winner and 2 runner ups. The winner will receive $1,000,000 deposited in the bank of their choice. This will be tax free with the taxes paid for by our benefactor. The runners up will each receive $100,000. The runners up will be required to remain on call to serve in the Head French Maids position should the winner be unable to continue her reign. Every year the coveted maid's cap will be passed on to the successor. The duties of the Head French Maid will include scheduled appearances at the annual FetCon, International Fetish Convention and the BondCon, International Bondage and Fetish Convention. Other events may be added as our benefactor decides may be appropriate. Now, ladies, you there, in the mint green uniform, start the procession. Don't worry, ladies, there is no advantage to your position in line, so please be polite and move through the arch as time permits. If anyone wants to leave, please do so now." Josh, Mike and Al looked from one to the other. Mike said, "What have we gotten ourselves into? International BondCon?" Shelly frowned. "You guys are in for the ride of your life. It looks like a life altering experience, to me. I would be very excited to win this contest. There must be over 200 people here." She looked around the room and maneuvered them all into the line. They were towards the back. It took nearly 2 more hours for them to approach the front of the line. Josh went first. He struck the pose that Al had in their apartment, putting his hands on his knees and leaning forward to show his cleavage. He shook his shoulders back and forth causing his boobs to jiggle back and forth. He heard the comment, "Very sexy, next." Mike strutted up and did several side poses. "Next." Shelly stepped up and looked shy looking through the top of his eyes and batted her eyelashes. "Next." Al walked under the arch. "Can I see your hands?" He squatted down and pulled his hands up in front of him. "Are those chains?" "Yes." "Turn around." He turned, bent over, thrusting his butt outward, and wiggled his fingers. "Interesting. Okay, next." It took about 50 minutes after the last one went through the arch. They were trying to be patient, but occasional grumbles were heard around the room. Finally, the maid in the blue came back and said, "The two runners up are ..." and they were brought up to stand near the buffet table. Then, "And the Head French Maid is Ally! Com'on up Ally." When Al got to the front the spot light shone on him. He smiled as the MC said, "So, how does it feel to win the Head Maid's position?" "Well," he said in his best falsetto, "My friends and I were invited here and it shocked us, but we couldn't turn down the chance." Then MC looked around the room and smiled. "So, can I hand you your check?" "Ah, er, yea, I guess so." He squatted, flashing the crowd a glimpse at his thing, and held his hands up. The MC put the $1,000,000 check into his hand. He, then, stood up and his hands retracted behind him. "You see, ladies and, er, ladies. This is our new Head bondage French Maid!" (applause) Josh and Mike cheered the loudest and hooted. Shelly beamed. Music started to play and the crowd started to party and dance. The MC took Ally around the waist and slowly walked her out of the room and softly pushed her through a door. He found himself alone. He turned around and the door would not open. He walked slowly down the hall. At the other end of the hall, was an open door. He walked through the opening. A bright spacious room was equiped with a bank of TV monitors along one wall and a woman was seated in a padded chair. She looked up at him and smiled. "Can I unlock your locks?" Ally got a shocked look in her face. "Oh my, Shelly has the keys, I forgot all about them." She turned to go and the benefactor said, "I can send for her. Come and sit." and she motioned toward a chair. "You are absolutely beautiful. I'm very happy you came tonight. Is there anything I can explain?" Ally walked toward the chair and sat on the edge. It was too uncomfortable to sit with your hands behind you. You, also, feel self conscious, hell, you feel self conscious being in bondage in a strange place. "What is expected of me? These conventions, do I have to, er, do anything?" She laughed, "Well, I'd like to offer you the opportunity to make a guest appearance on my web sites. Other than that, you can make your own rules. You have to go to the two conventions and maybe a European affair that is in the planning stages." He asked her to please get Shelly, so, he could get unlocked. After they got the keys he sat with Alissa and talked about his life, so far, and what he felt like in drag. He acknowledged that he was rather excited being 'adored'. He still couldn't believe he was that gorgeous. He made an appointment to meet with her again on Sunday. He then went home with Shelly and the boys. Here were 4 French maids driving across town. When they got home, Shelly wanted to talk to Al. They went into his room and Shelly sat on the bed. "I have to confess to you. I've done something that you may not like." Al looked her in the eye. "Yes, and what would that be?" "Well, I, ah, when I gave you the shots for your boobs, I used a permanent chemical. And your make up is permanent, too." Al opened his mouth and closed it. "You, what?" "Honest, Ally, I thought, well, you are so beautiful. You are just too good to waste. I'm so sorry, Ally, I am happy for you. I just knew I was right. You are something I've never seen before. Most of us dress as best we can, but we know we can't really pass. You can, don't you see? You can." She dropped over on his bed crying and sobbing. "I'm sorry." Al sat there in shock. "What do you mean permanent? These tits are 'permanent'? This make up? You think I'm beautiful? What gave you the right?" Shelly raised her head, but still looked down at the pillow. "You don't understand. I've been trying to look like a woman for years, and you show up and are more beautiful than 99 percent of the female population. I was so jealous, but, also, I wanted, for you, what I could not ever get myself." Al felt bad for him/her, but it wasn't his fault. "What do you mean, permanent?" "Well, I injected a solution of 'encapsulated' protein. It doesn't dissolve. The body can't absorb it. Once it is in the body it bonds with the surrounding tissue. It, also, is interlaced with estrogenic hormones of a very potent kind. There is, also, a biologic that entices nerve and blood vessel growth. Your tits are now real. The hormones are coursing through your body and by tomorrow your nipples will begin to itch. That's how you know you're growing." She sighed. "As the blood vessels grow into the tissue it will pick up more and more of the estrogenic. It should be enough to round out your hips and soften your skin. Oh, Ally, I am sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Al watched as Shelly sobbed. "Boy, I sure didn't expect this. What about the make up?" "The make up is really a skin dye. It's not really permanent. It will slowly fade, but it will take from 3 to 5 years." She looked up. "You look so beautiful." "That sounds pretty permanent to me." Al was in shock. He was a man. He was heterosexual. Now he was the object of his own desire. "You just made me a lesbian." Shelly looked up. "You what?" Her voice trailed off. "I said, you made me a lesbian. I am attracted to women. I'm not gay. If I'm stuck looking like a woman, I have no choice but to be a lesbian." Shelly began to chuckle. "I would never have thought of that." Soon they were both giggling. "I don't blame you, but I don't agree with what you did. You have taken away many choices I may have made with my life. Yea, I know I must look good or my roommates would not have warned me so many times to hide away from them cause I was too much of a temptation. I guess I need to get some milder clothes. The sexpot stuff you have me in is just going to get me in trouble." Shelly said, "You are just as beautiful inside as you are outside. I would be so happy to help you in any way I can." It was suddenly Sunday and he was meeting with Alissa, 'the benefactor'. They met in the penthouse and had a light lunch of egg salad sandwich on rye. A gentle white wine was the beverage. "You say this Shelly made permanent changes to you. You can't go back to being a man?" "Yes, I believe so. I will check with a doctor tomorrow. But, that doesn't mean that I want to go back on our deal. I can't explain it, but I am enjoying the feel of these clothes. I, somewhere deep inside, like being a cock tease. I see the effect I have on men and it excites me. Not that I want to be with them in any way. I think its a control thing. I can be something I can never be as a man. As a man I'm not big enough. I'm not very masculine looking, big or muscled. My facial hair is not heavy. I guess what I'm saying is that if the doctor says its irreversible, I'll be okay with that. If he can reverse it I'm going to have to decide. Either way, I'm probably never going to give up impersonating a woman." "Well, you now have the resources to do as you choose and the opportunity to earn more as a woman than you probably could have as the man you were. I call that a wondrous thing. I have an additional offer for you. You have impressed me with your compassion and understanding. I would like to offer you a place to live here with me. I don't use all this space. I do have house guests from time to time. There are 8 bedrooms on this floor. Two used to be in a separate part of the complex. Funny, though, it used to be the servants quarters. Don't think my offer has anything to do with your maid's look. Although, it might be funny to have a bondage maid wait on a few of the dinners I may have." She chuckled. Ally appreciated the humor and the offer. "Let me think about it. This afternoon, I'm going to go shopping for female clothes with Shelly." "Are you and Shelly, a.... thing?" "Oh heavens no. I am heterosexual. I am interested in women. I am not interested in men in a sexual way." "Well, I guess that rules out 'us'." "You're kidding. You look so real." "Trust me. So do you. I made my money in the stock market. When I got out the DOW was 8,000 and I had quadrupled my money. I pulled out a little soon, but I'm very happy I did. I had enough. Then I found out I liked dressing as a woman. One day I was with a woman, and, on a lark, I put on some of her clothes. She finished dressing me and we found out that I was a real looker just like you. It was shocking; I'm sure you know the feeling. As time went by, I made connections and found a whole hidden culture. This Ball was an attempt to open the mystery. The BondCon and FetishCon have made some difference. Society is changing." Ally smiled and said, "I would never have thought of any of this. You opened my eyes. But, if you did this on a national scale, you'd turn the population upside down. I would never have tried on a woman's clothes. Now, my life has changed irreparably. Do you think this would happen if you systematically dressed every man as a female for a day or two?" "No, I just want to be myself, and continue to bring out the sub-culture to more respectability. We should be able to live as who we are. There are so many who are stigmatized by the labels. I have the money to enjoy my hobby, but so many others don't. I hope to open up the public somehow." Ally nodded. "I know what you mean and now I'm with you. That's why I almost hope that the doctor says he can't do anything about these." He waved his hands past his large and sexy boobs. It was 50 days later. Al... Ally put on his corset. It had little grommets at each hole that closed and locked as you pulled the strings. He pulled each string from the top by reaching behind his back. He pulled until it was very tight until he got to the middle and then started on the bottom and worked to the middle. He didn't have to tie off the strings because of the locking grommets. Of course, the only way to remove the corset was to cut the strings. Then, the corset could be re-strung for the next use. You, also, had to cut off the loose ends or they would drag along behind you when you walked. The one advantage was that the person putting on the corset could tighten it almost as tight as a second person pulling it. It was a shiny black jacquard. It pulled his waist to 24 inches. He had been dieting and wearing corsets to reduce his waist and now wanted to stop. When he was dressed as a man, he wore a padded corset that filled in the indentation so no one would notice the smallness of his waist. He rolled up the silky sheer black nylon stockings and hooked the garters. Between the hormones injected three months ago and the various creams he used nightly, his skin was very soft and sensitive. He loved the feel of the nylon on the bare skin of his legs. He put on the 6" stilettos and wrapped the chains onto the spike, around his ankle and arch and padlocked the rings together. The chain was shiny and chrome colored. The pad lock was shiny black. The shoes were black patent, with a silver spike. The noise they made on a hard floor was delicious. The thong was a strong black material that hooked at the hips on the corset with steel rings and a black padlocks. He safely held his 'package' in check even if he was aroused. It had steel cord lining the edges so that it could not be removed without unlocking the padlocks. It made him tingle to be unable to remove the clothing and be dependant on someone else, whoever had the keys. He put on his organza, chiffon petticoat, bright white with delicate black rose lace trim. It was from his very first costume and he wore it for sentimental reasons. He slipped the maid's uniform over his head and straightened the skirt out over the petticoat. The satin edge had white lace. The bodice fit tightly around his small waist, and tightened as he buttoned the tiny buttons up the back. He had become very limber at reaching behind his back. It was very difficult between his shoulder blades, but he had become able to do it. The bodice had long sleeves sewn to tough black leather cuffs, and it was sewn to the bottom of his high leather collar. The collar and cuffs locked with little black locks. The collar had delicate white rose lace around the top that tickled his chin. In front, an opening dropped from his collar, went wide, and edged around his chest in a heart shape. His DD cup breasts had grown to this size because of the estrogenic hormones in the fluid that Shelly had injected. The cups showed almost to the nipple. The satin of his bodice had the small point of the heart pointed in between his breasts. He had begun wearing his hair stuffed up through a partial mask over his head that left his hair looking like a horse's mane from his forehead to the back of his neck and trailing down his back. It covered his forehead, but not his eyebrows which were darkened a black delicate feminine arch. It rounded his cheeks and left the triangle of his eyes to his mouth uncovered. His eyes were deep and penetrating with the red and black eye shadow and eye liner. His lashes were supplemented with a thick glued on false set. His bright red lips matched his 3/4 inch long nails. There was a shiny chrome waist band that was locked on in back. It had a widened place in the front with a cameo head that pictured a head with a French Maid's hat. He stood at the curtain and as it opened he casually walked, with one foot in front of the other, out into the flood of spot lights. He walked confidently down the runway of the Bondage Convention as the Head French Maid.