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Being Andrea I was finished with school. Now the only problem was to find a job. That was going to be a problem. I hadn't exactly excelled at school, in fact I had pretty much hated it. The result of that was that I didn't have much in the way of qualifications. I had been told all that - many times - and that just made me even madder. Whose fault did they think it was? I know, I know, I was quick-tempered and apt to say things that I shouldn't, but the school was what our dear leader, Mister Blair, calls a bog-standard comprehensive, and that really got to me. I don't think I really felt much differently from the weary and despondent teachers who tried to control us all. But enough of my moans. What was I going to do? Work at the local supermarket? The depression on the faces of the staff there was even more evident than that on the faces of the school-teachers. Oh, there was always a call-centre which had recently opened. That would be worse still. I called at the Job Centre. That was a complete waste. So I wasn't really that different from any of the other 17-year olds who hung around the streets every day. Getting bored. As I wandered around, I inspected the boards in newsagents' windows which seemed to be full only of adverts from plumbers and other handymen, not any actual jobs, apart from desperate housewives searching for cleaners. But the pressure was on. I had to find something. It was in one of those boards that I saw an intriguing advert: "Required - young man to undertake gardening and other domestic tasks. Full-time post for a suitable candidate." At least it was a full-time job, and it looked as if I'd been able to work at my own space outside. I was sure it wouldn't be the best job in the world, but it would do for starters. So I phoned up, and the call was answered by a woman with a posh accent. She asked me why I wanted the job and what experience I had, so I lied. What would some posh woman know? She asked some strange questions, however. Not just my age, but she wanted to know my height (5'7") and my weight (135lbs). I began to dream that she might rather fancy a toy-boy, and I didn't think I would mind that at all. Well, what boy would? I had to catch a bus to Mrs Roberts' house, for it was on the other side of town. Just walking up to the driveway I was more than impressed. The only word I could think of the describe my feelings then was "gobsmacked". I suppose I had always known that the houses there were "posh", but this was amazing. A two-stored building, perhaps 75 years old but immaculate with a flowing lawn boarded by a vast variety of blooms and shrubs, leading round to a double-fronted Tudor entrance. I was overwhelmed and scared. Should I go now? This was out of my class. I couldn't go further because the grounds were locked and I had to buzz on a machine to be allowed any further. The gates opened silently and I made my way up the drive. The feeling that I was out of my depth was confirmed when I tremblingly rang the doorbell, which was answered by a tall elegant woman in black leather trousers and a glistening top, topped by straight blonde hair, with high-heeled strappy sandals. "You must be Andy. Come in." I was led into a side room. She walked across the room and sat down before a leather study table. There was no other chair in the room so I was obliged to stand before her at the table like a naughty schoolboy. I felt like that too. It was, I was to realise, entirely deliberate. The inquisition started. My school history, my friends, my skills, why I wanted the job. I answered as well as could, which wasn't very well at all. I found myself beginning to stutter my responses under the stony face which Mrs Roberts had put on. "Well, young man, I am not sure that are sufficiently well-qualified to be a member of my staff. I am not fully convinced by your answers, or by your manners. I expect the very highest standards from whose you take into service." "Oh please, Miss Roberts, I will try my very best, I promise you that. Please let me try." "I suppose that I could give you a trial. But you have to understand several points. I you accept all these points, then the trial can begin." It looked as if this might work after all. A rich middle-aged woman - I guess that she was at least twice my age - would no doubt pay well. And who knows, but since there was no sign of a man around the place, maybe, if I played my cards right I would graduate to being her toy-boy. Well, that's what I was thinking. "Firstly, I require all my staff to live in." That would be no hardship, this house was marvellous, my mother would glad to be shot of me, and it sounded to me as if Mrs Roberts was indeed in need of a toy boy. "I will supply your uniform, for I do expect all of my staff to dress properly." I had hated school uniform, but this wouldn't be as bad, I reckoned, so again I agreed. "Despite your stories I don't expect you would have any clue about how to maintain a garden, and in any case I have a perfectly good part-time gardener. So your duties would be domestic and secretarial, since you probably can manage with a computer and so." That sounded perfect to me. "Right, you start tomorrow. I expect you to arrive promptly at 8 a.m. Come to the side entrance, for that is servants' entrance. Danielle, my cook, will be waiting for you." ***** So it was that at 8 o'clock the next morning I presented myself at the side entrance with my suitcase. I was a little surprised when Danielle opened the door. I hadn't expected an oldish woman with greying, small but sturdily-build. Nor had I expected someone wearing what looked to be like a Victorian maid's outfit, complete with mob cap and that seemed to be grey woollen stockings. "You must be Andy. Right, come in and I'll show you to your room." I picked up my suitcase. "Leave that there. The Mistress has supplied you with all the clothes you will need. Don't you remember?" The gruff voice and hostile stare put me off. Perhaps it would be better if I left immediately. But then I remembered the goodies that might be mine if I stayed. Danielle led me all the way upstairs to what was clearly an attic floor. She opened a door and showed me into a room totally dominated by pink. How horrible, I thought, but I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, as far as I could tell, the only people that lived here were women. I guessed that that meant I had to take the rough with the smooth. "There is a wardrobe over and the chest of drawers contains all the other clothes you will need. So I will leave you here to get changed. I expect you downstairs by 9 o'clock prompt to help serve Mistress's breakfast," She left and I looked around. There were good points, for the room was much larger than I had been used to. Heavens, there was even a double bed. My luck was holding, I could tell. I looked in the wardrobe. There appeared to be a suit, several pairs of black trousers and white shirts, together with glossy buckled black shoes at the bottom. I wondered if the shoes would fit, so I tried a pair on. They fitted perfectly, which amazed me. But I was also amazed because they actually seemed to have a definite heel to them, a bit like what girls called mary janes. Perhaps they were some kind of formal shoe, at least in the eyes of Mrs Roberts, who probably didn't know what boys wore, other than trainers, which, I guessed, I would never be allowed. When I picked up one of the shirts I discovered that, far from being a plain cotton shirt, it was made of silk, and the breast pocket was embroidered the monogram AR Was that Mrs R first name - Amanda? I looked forward to calling her that when I slipped into her bed to pleasure her, Amanda. But there were more surprised when I look in the drawers. There were underpants and socks, yes, but I was used to boxers and here were brief briefs, yet again silken like the shirt, and the plain black socks seemed to be of silk as well. There was a peach sink unit, and when I look into its cabinet, there were yet more surprises. There was a shaving kit, but it included only one of those women's razors. It was a good job that I rarely had to shave, for that meant there would be time to get a proper razor before I needed to use one. There was deodorant, but again it was feminine deodorant. In fact everything seemed to be feminine, including some heavily perfumed soap. And the only hairbrush was a woman's hairbrush. It was obvious what had happened. Mrs Roberts had simply had no time to buy the proper things. Perhaps, well actually, definitely, I should have realised there was something going on, but, in my defence, I was now in a rush to get ready to go downstairs. I stripped down to my socks and underpants, and pulled on soft smooth shirt. I got rather a surprise when I put on the trousers, for there were no pockets, they seemed to have been sewn up. Even worse, there was only a notional zip, which stretched at most an inch down from the waist, of no use to anyone. I would have to point out all these mistakes to the silly woman. But now I had to dash downstairs to the kitchen and the clock started to chime just as arrived. "You must learn to keep proper time," said Danielle. "Now follow me and take that tray into the Mistress." I did as I was told. When we entered the breakfast room Danielle curtseyed and kicked me into a stumbling bow. "Thank you, Danielle. You may go." She turned to me. "I hope you have found everything you need." "Thank you, Mrs Roberts, but..." "Don't you address me in that fashion. Now that you are in my employ you must always address me as 'Mistress'." "Yes, Mistress," almost choking. "I have found the clothes that were in the bedroom, but there were one or two problems. For instance, the trousers have no pockets." "Of course not. Don't you realise you a have a darling figure. We can't have that figure spoiled by handkerchiefs or keys or anything. And I suppose that you have noticed that the zip is rather short. I simply won't have my staff dirtying the place, so that means that toilet seats must always remain down. That is an absolute rule that the short zip will remind you of. I hope you don't have any other groundless complaints!" At least I had the sense not to complain about anything else. I realised that I was going to have to tread carefully. "Now Andy, there is one more point before I send you back to Danielle. You do realise that I am taking a great risk in employing you. So I have to make sure that you don't abscond. Therefore I have decided that I have to take steps to know where you are at all times. So slip off your right shoe and sock," Puzzled, I did as I was told. Mrs Roberts brought a leather band out of a drawer and fastened it around my ankle. I could see there was a small padlock on the belt and Mrs Roberts locked it and removed the key. "I hope, dear, that this will be a temporary measure, but it contains a homing device which will be activated if you stray from the house. Just a little security for me." I didn't see how I could object. Except, of course, at the fact that the leather band was edged with, of all things, pink fur. Not exactly me, I thought. ***** There was so much to learn that first week. Cleaning wasn't too bad, although hard work, and I enjoyed serving my Mistress at table. Also the basic secretarial work at the computer was really easy, and I learned how to make it last so that I could avoid other tasks. On the other hand there seemed to be endless washing up and I had to take care of the laundry. I really hadn't expect to have to hand wash my Mistress's lingerie and I had to be taught how to iron clothes. I was getting used to my own room now, in all its pinkness, and I was resigned to all its girlishness. Did I mention that the duvet was covered with patterns of roses? And every morning I had to freshen the vases of flowers which stood on every surface. There was absolute no sign of the clothes that I had brought with me, but I was beginning to get used to silk clothes which had replaced them. One day Mrs Roberts's hairdresser came. "I would rather like you do something with my servant's hair. It is really far too untidy and unkempt." "I see exactly what you mean. I will see what I can do." I had to confess to myself that they were quite right. My hair was very long and certain in need of a cut, something that I had not had the time to fix before arriving. Perhaps what I needed was a short back and sides. At least that was what I expected. But that was not what happened. My hair was washed and shampooed, and then neat little scissors snipped away at loose ends. There was a lot of shaping, and remarks about needing to build up some body. "Now lets dry that hair of yours, dear." A drying hood was placed over me. Wasn't that only for women? I didn't dare ask or complain. Not even at the heat which enveloped me. When it was decided that I was dry there was yet more combing and brushing. I realised that my hair was fuller than before and when I looked in the mirror I thought what I could see was a shaped head of hair far more like a woman's than mine. And it's length was scarcely shorter than it had been before. "Is that satisfactory, Mrs Roberts." "Yes, Sharon, I think that will do very well for the moment." For the moment, what did that mean? I was even shocked by Sharon's next comment. "Yes, Mrs Roberts, thank you. I will see what I can do with her over the next few weeks. I think there's something to work with there." What on earth did Sharon mean by her? I supposed, however, that it was a slip of the tongue which comes from working in an all-female environment all the time. So I silently forgave her. Then one morning I was ordered to attend Mrs Roberts in her study. No problem there, I thought. All that meant was that she had some other job for me to do. And I was used, by now, to bowing as I entered and to standing before her at her desk. "How are fitting in here, Andy? Does the post suit you? Do you find the feminine company all the time acceptable?" This sounded promising. So I answered as positively as I could. "I thought as much. It's the way to explain your behaviour. Danielle has discovered your naughty little habit. I think I shall have to dismiss you." "But please, Mistress, I haven't done anything wrong, I assure you. I can't think what Danielle has imagined, but I am sure that she's made a mistake." "Are you now? And you want to stay in my service?" "Yes Mistress, I do." "Well I need you to sign this form, which will be a formal contract. I need to be sure that you will not break our agreement, because I do have my worries. I am sure you understand that." I nodded my agreement and she took from a desk drawer a pink-ribboned document, which she passed to me. Apart from the title page saying this was Indenture between Mistress Roberts and Her Servant Andrew, I couldn't decipher or understand the long document which was written in a Gothic script which puzzled me all the more. Mistress Roberts explained a few points and how the document simply stated the obligations on each of us. For my part I was still confused by the fancy word "Indenture". But Mistress Roberts assured me that it meant no more than an agreement between two people. "Here, I've signed it, will you do the same? Then we know where we each stand." You will have to forgive my ignorance and my silliness at signing it, but what more would you expect of a seventeen-year old boy?" Danielle was called in to witness the document, as was the gardener, who was working there that day. "I'll lock that away for safety, it will always be there as a reminder of our agreement. But I am surprised at you, because you have not mentioned your naughty little habit, the one that brought this on you." I blushed madly. It was true that I had found myself sending myself to sleep at nights with boyish dreams of my Mistress. Surely she didn't know about that? "Confess it! Dianne has remarked on some interesting stains. And if that were not enough, she found these in your room." And she produced two pairs of panties. "You have been stealing my panties!" I couldn't deny the stains, but I protested that I didn't know how the panties had got there. And that was true. But I decided I must have mixed them up with my own silk clothes, so I couldn't protest too much. It didn't actually strike me that no such thing had ever happened, so I couldn't do anything other than accept all the blame. "I will forgive you, my dear. It must have been a shock for you to come into this environment, and of course you have also found the delights of silk and other feminine features. So I have asked Danielle to make some changes in your situation. Now you must go upstairs with her and she will instruct you." I followed Danielle upstairs. "So you like Mistress's clothes, do you? Well she has decided that you must be taught a lesson. Take off the clothes you are wearing and put these on." I protested, both at the embarrassment of the scene, and at the pink panties she offered me. "Who do you think you are? Remember that your are Mistress's servant. If she catches you with her panties hidden away then she is entitled to punish you for that. So just get on with it - at once!" I tried to hide away in a corner as I removed my clothes and pulled on the panties, which did feel soft and gentle, although I hardly noticed that at first, more worried by Danielle's unblinking stare. "Oh, you do look rather sweet, just as Mistress told me you would. But panties require proper stockings, so I will unlock your ankle bracelet and you must put on these tights." Again I protested, but Danielle ignored my remarks and merely instructed me on how to wear the tights, pulling them gently and carefully up my legs. The new sensation was, I had to confess to myself, rather pleasant, with the nylon clinging to my legs and then my thighs. "Now put on this shirt." It was a sand-coloured floral shirt but I had difficulties with it for the buttons were on the wrong side, and there was a wide collar open at the neck. It wasn't really a shirt at all, in my eyes, it was actually a blouse, which hugged and shaped me. "Yes, Mistress was right. You do look quite girly. But you can put the same trousers on as before. I'm sure you worked out already that those are women's trousers. Perhaps that's why you wanted Mistress's panties, to match the trousers. Then slip back on your mary janes and we'll see what Mistress thinks." I had been really stupid, I could work that out. I'd refused to let myself admit that I was wearing mary janes and those trousers, well all the signs had been there, it was just that I hadn't wanted to see them. "Here she is, Mistress." "Thank you, Danielle. Yes, that is an improvement. Come here and let me see you. Only one more thing for the moment, I think." Mistress produced a black choker with a little bow tie at the front which was edged in pink and three rings. She then padlocked. "We can't have you running away, can we?" "I think she looks quite adorable, Danielle, don't you? Not at all like an Andy. Let's re-name her as Andrea, altogether nicer, I think. Andrea, how do you like yourself?" The truth is, I simply didn't know. Here I was being dressed up for some woman's pleasure and that was totally humiliating. On the other hand, I too felt some pleasure from the feel of such soft clothes pressed against my body. At least I knew it was only a small punishment for my mistake with the panties. So, knowing that the punishment would only be temporary I was prepared to live with it for the day. ***** It was a rude surprise, then, that when I went to bed that evening that all I could find to wear in my room was a red satin nightdress with a pretty ruffled hem. All the other clothes had disappeared. But that would be ok, I decided. It must been that I was to get my own clothes back the next morning. In any case there was no opportunity for me to work any more out, for the smoothness of the nightdress sent me to sleep almost immediately. Someone, presumably Danielle, had sneaked in while I was asleep, for when I awoke I found a bag filled with clothes at the foot of my bed. I opened the bag eagerly to recover my own clothes. At the top was a pair of lilac panties, followed by a new pair of black tights. Next came an ivory blouse with short ruffled sleeves. To accompany these was a pair of slate trousers which widened as they fell from the knees to my ankles. And finally, was I really supposed to wear those bright pink kitten heels? The door opened and Danielle inquired why I wasn't dressed yet. "Do get a move on, Andrea, Mistress will be calling for her breakfast. And make sure that when you serve her that you curtsey. No more of that bowing nonsense." There was no sense in arguing with Danielle. I just had to get dressed and serve my Mistress her breakfast. I would have to summon up my courage and ask her how long this charade was to go on. But for the moment I had to accept my fate, no matter how dreadful it was, for it would soon be over. Bringing my Mistress her breakfast I did attempt a clumsy curtsey. "Oh, Andrea, you are going to have to practice that curtsey, I can tell." "But Mistress, surely this can't go on for very long. When can I get my own clothes back?" "I don't know what you are talking about. You signed that Indenture, didn't you? Surely you know what that means?" "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't follow it closely." "That was silly of you. It states quite clearly that you are my property until I release you. And that I have the right to hold you to all its terms. Which includes what you will wear. So you will simply have to get used to that. In any case I can tell that you rather like those clothes. No wonder, they suit you, they make you feel so feminine, don't they?" What could I say? She was right that I did like the feminine feeling. Yet I had been stupid about that form. Still I began to have the feeling that she would always have right on her side. But I did wish I had some way of escaping from this plight. Perhaps some solution would come into my head, although I had no idea how that would happen. I stood before my Mistress in silence. "Good. Now there is lot which needs to be done today, I have some friends coming this evening. So go off and get on with your work." That was another shock. But perhaps I should look on the bright side. There was no way I could wear these clothes this evening. That would be just as embarrassing for my Mistress as for me. I was rushed off my feet all day, as I had been warned. My Mistress's guests would be here in an hour. "Off you go, Andrea, go and get changed. My guests will be here soon." I was eager to back to my bedroom to recover my clothes, but when I arrived there I discovered that my ordeal was by no means over. There on my bed was a new outfit, but it was a maid's uniform. Not even any trousers, just a skimpy pvc outfit which scarcely reached my thighs. And a pair of fishnet stockings. And a pair of red platform shoes. So I was wrong again, in fact things were even worse. I struggled with the maid's outfit, but somehow I managed it. And the shoes were surprisingly comfortable even if they were higher than I had been forced to wear before. Nothing was said when I re-emerged downstairs. Instead more orders. "You will be required to welcome my guests, look after their coats and make sure they are given whatever they wish to drink. And if they require anything else then you must ensure that they receive it. And you must address each of them as Madame and I hope you have been practising your curtseys, for you must curtsey before each of them. Finally you will be totally silent except if you are asked a question. Understood?" The orders where completed just before the doorbell rang. "Go and answer the door, Andrea, and make sure you open the door wide. Each of my ladies has a chauffeur and I do want every chauffeur to have the delight of being able to see my new maid for himself." No, I had never been as humiliated as I was now. Everything that had happened so far had been dreadful, but now there were men who were going to see this boy standing before them in a maid's outfit. It was grotesque. But inevitable. On the other hand, I stood there looking at my Mistress in her silver halter neck dress with its plunging neckline which showed just the right amount of breast and I felt a twinge of jealousy. What was the matter with me? No matter, I had to open the door and curtsey before my Mistress's first guest. My Mistress made sure that the door was left open for ages to that the chauffeur's eyes almost popped out when he saw me. Mt Mistress and her friend then exchanged kisses. "Andrea, to take care of Miriam's coat and then fetch her a glass of wine." I returned with the glass, curtseyed and handed it to the guest I was ordered to stay there and to await the next guest. "Well, Miriam, what do you think of my new maid?" "She is rather sweet, isn't she? Have you had her long?" "No, she's very new, and she has so much still to learn." "And so far to go!" I was a bit offended by the way they talked about me as if I weren't there, and puzzled about what that last remark meant. But the doorbell was ringing and I had to answer it. In all five of my Mistress's friends arrived over the next five minutes. I was overwhelmed both by heady mist of perfume which filled the room and by the dashing around that I had to do. I soon realised that the main purpose of the evening was the showing off of the new maid. My every move was commented on, I was examined from head to toe, my bottom was patted, my hair-do noted. The supreme embarrassment came when my Mistress ordered me to lift up my skirt. "Show my friends your panties and tell them how much you wanted to wear them." "Please, Mistress, don't make me do that." I tried to hide myself but I was surrounded. "Don't be such a shy little thing, all my friends want to see your panties." There was a chorus of squeals and I was forced to lift up my skirt. The squeals turned into giggles and I realised that my panties were bulging. I pulled my skirt down again, only to see it raised again by my Mistress. "Oh look," said one of the women, Jilly, "the dear little thing is getting excited." I felt a set of red-fingered talons squeeze my panties and grow larger. I was trying to stop my excitement but it was so difficult to manage that. "Be careful, Jilly, my little slutty maid has not proved that she deserves such favours." But as soon as Jilly let go each of my Mistress's friends took their turn each of them caused my panties to bulge even more. I felt so flustered and I could feel my cheeks turning red. And my poor clitty was aching for completion. Oh! What on earth was happening to me and what was this about a clitty? I didn't have a clitty, I had some totally different. Yet that wasn't it how it felt. It felt as if I did have a clitty and at that moment I did truly want one. My little dream scene was broken into. "Andrea, come here! We need some girl-time, so you must go and stand in the corner. You must not be naughty or you will be punished severely." My Mistress produced a long pink satin ribbon which she attached to the rings on my choker, led my to the corner and tied the ribbon to the central heating pipe. I had to stand there and watch as my Mistress and her friends kissed and cuddled and eventually began to moan. My clitty wanted to join in and it was agony trying to stop it, but I knew I had to, whatever happened. Eventually they all seemed to collapse on the long sofa, smiling and happy faces, whereas I stood there frustrated but beribboned. My Mistress slowly unrolled herself from her friends and came across to me. "Well, Andrea, you have been a good girl." She inspected the bump in my panties which had begun to get small but now was changing its mind. "There will be a great deal for you to clean up after my friends leave, but you do deserve a treat. So there will be something special for you tomorrow. But now all my friends need their drinks refilled, so get on with that!" And she undid my ribbons. ***** I was totally exhausted by the time I got to bed, and I fell asleep immediately. But I struggled out of bed and took Mistress her breakfast, wondering what the something special was. I had wait until after she had finished her breakfast. "Danielle, bring her to my study, and undress her but leave her in her panties." I seemed to be getting used to this humiliation. Certainly I didn't object. "Right, I have a treat for you, something to wear to match your panties. Danielle will help you with it, but first she will rub some cream on you, which you must learn to use every day." I let myself be rubbed over on my breasts and my hips but didn't think to ask what it was about. Then came the surprise. She produced a matching bra. "It is time you started to wear a bra all the time. Here, Danielle will show you how to wear it." "Must I, Mistress?" "Of course you must! As you grow up you will need to, so it is good for you to learn now." I had to admit, as the bra enclosed by flat breasts it felt super, even although there was nothing to fill its satin and lace. "And, young miss, your deportment needs to be improved greatly, so Danielle will help you with this." What Danielle did was place a garment around my waist. She told me it was a basque but truly it was a boned corset. She began to thread the ribbons through the eyelets and then I felt her tug and I began to feel the air being pushed out of me. She began pushing hard into the middle of my back as she pulled the ribbons tighter and tighter. "Oh please, Mistress, tell Danielle to stop." What is the matter with you? You will soon be pleased with the results. So carry on, Danielle, don't pay any attention to that little sissy." So the pain increased until both my Mistress and Danielle were satisfied. "Look at yourself in the mirror, child. What do you see?" What I saw was someone with thin waist, slightly broader hips and even just a hint of breasts. It was almost as if it wasn't me. And how did that make me feel? I could still just about sense that it should have made me feel ashamed, as well, of course, as uncomfortable. But there were those other feelings too, those that made happy about how I looked, even proud. This was all too confusing for me. And I summoned up the courage to say so. "Poor Andrea. It must be a little of shock for you to come to terms with your true self. Having to accept that you are a sissy. It was easy for me to see that from the first moment. But I will help you achieve your destiny. But now go off and dress fully and get on with your work." Back in my bedroom I found what I was to wear that day. There was something new. Yes, there was a pretty lilac blouse, but instead of trousers there was a frilly little skirt to match the blouse. When I returned downstairs my Mistress told me that in future I was always to wear a skirt or a dress, and that trousers weren't allowed unless she decided otherwise. Gradually I got used to my corset, although it was a very strange feeling being so bound in. On the other hand every time I caught a glance of myself in a mirror I felt so pleased with my shape. And I was beginning to come to terms with my situation, just as my Mistress said, although it was still confusing. I couldn't work out who I was. But every time I asked myself a question the first answer was always in the same direction. Did I like being a maid? Yes. Did I prefer to be called Andy or Andrea? Andrea. Did I prefer men's clothes or women's clothes? Women's. Did I want to look like an ordinary boy or a sissy? A sissy. Did I prefer boxers or pink panties? Pink panties. Did I prefer my original shape or being in a corset? In a corset. Did I prefer my breasts to be free and flat or enclosed in a bra? In a bra. Oh dear! What a state I was in! To be continued