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Chapter 45 Orange maroon clouds, coaxed a glowingly changing ball from the sky as it gingerly inched its way over the horizon. The cars quiet hum had been the only sound as Sebastian watched the sunset out the window, lost in his own thoughts. Charles cleared his throat at his back, sitting in the drivers' seat. Sebastian turned in the passengers' seat giving him a knowing smile. "What is on your mind Charles?" Sebastian asked in his rich friendly tone. "I was just thinking you usually are not this quiet when we drop off the lady," Charles replied rubbing his moustache to hide his grin. Sebastian adopted the grin he knew Charles was hiding. "What are you implying?" "Nothing I was just noting a difference with this one," Charles answered dropping his hand to display his equal grin. "Oh and what would be different from all the others?" Sebastian asked in good humor. "You would have been complaining as soon as the car was rolling," Charles stated confidently. They both shared a friendly laugh at the truth of that statement. It was usually that way, after they got away from his grand mother, the girl's true colors came out so to speak and Sebastian usually couldn't wait to get away from them. His next two dates would both be dreadful affairs he had to grudgingly drag himself through, if for no other reason than his grandmother's sake. "So why no complaining this time?" Charles took his turn to ask. Sebastian sighed "She is beautiful, smart, funny, and seems to be a decent person, what is there to complain about?" "Well you better come up with something, because you know as soon as I return, your grandmother will be grilling me for details," Charles added chortling. "Tell grandmother the truth, I may actually enjoy this summer formal," Sebastian answered. "Do I detect a hint of feelings for the lady?" Charles asked with a questioning eyebrow. Sebastian spared him a full smile. "You know me better than that, I know who I am and I will continue to remain true to myself. I must admit though, I am oddly at ease around her." "What if she turns out to be the genuine article? Will you tell her then?" Charles inquired. "If it comes to that I may have to," Sebastian replied. "You know, people with large amounts of money can have friends?" Charles asked grinning again. Sebastian just grinned back. "I know, I am sitting in the car with one." Chapter 46 I awoke in my bed again with the sun crawling up my wall in waves of color. The soft cushy warmness of my comforter and pillows urging me for one more push of the snooze bar. I declined to imagined groans and pouty lips. I stretched on the luxuriant feel of everything around me, afterwards pulling the covers back and getting up on my feet. I rubbed my hands all over the night gown, across my breasts, down my panty wrapped crotch and ass. Making my way over to the makeup stand I leaned on the chair back, starring at myself in the mirror. "Good morning girl, time to start living as who we really are," I winked at myself. After yesterday's thoughts of how people see themselves, I had decided to start my days remembering the girl I was now. The feel of the clothing I was wearing and my reflection in the mirror, both reminders of my chosen path. That little task finished I quickly made my bed and started getting ready for Lidia's arrival. A white bra and panties were retrieved from the dresser with a pair of tan pantyhose. All of which I sat on the bed. Next I opened the closet to decide on the dress. Inside against the wall was the three section hamper we had put together last night. One section for dresses, one for hose, stockings or anything delicate and the last one for everything else. Each section had its own mesh bag with my room number clearly written on a tag. I currently had three bags of laundry down in the laundry room, which I could expect back sometime this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest. Everyone had a different laundry day so as not to overwhelm the place. Mine just happened to be Sunday. Powder blue was my decision on the dress and the black pumps. I recognized the workman like color scheme that I associated with today, as a new beginning and my readiness to get started. I hung it on the back of the open door and sat the shoes by the bed. I grabbed my robe, wrapping it around myself as I made my way back over to the make up desk to imagine colors I might want to wear for the day. Lidia arrived shortly and I grabbed my stuff as we headed down to the shower room. It was a quick shower as I didn't have to shave again after shaving so close the day before. Feeling clean and refreshed we headed back to my room. We had made small greetings and idle chat throughout not really talking about anything important. Returning to my room I sat about getting ready as Lidia left to do the same. Removing the robe I started with my pantyhose, making sure to put them on straight and not twisting them, leaving my legs the illusion of divined smoothness. Next the dress, tenderly arranged around me as I vaguely felt over clothed in comparison to yesterday. Lastly I slipped in the pumps, nestling my feet in them. I did indeed feel like I was wearing so much more than yesterday and consequently I felt less vulnerable. I took comfort in that feeling as I sat down to do my makeup. Starting with my base of foundation, conservative use of concealer and liberal use of powder. I drew fine lines of eyeliner above and below my eye, nothing dramatic. Next I had decided on a cr?me eye shadow all over my eye, with a hint of brown at the corner. Nothing thick enough to stand out, but enough to be seen upon closer inspection. Followed by some mascara, I had a nice conservative look to my eyes. A nice neutral lipstick with a lip liner were next. I was tempted to do pink, but pink just didn't go with everything. Besides I was trying to present a business conservative image, that and I wanted to be taking seriously. A light tan blush thinned my face and finished the process. I added some silver hoops and a silver watch before recovering the wig for today's transformation. Brushing it out I placed it on my head, setting it and fishing out the remaining tangles. Next I grabbed a clear hair clip from my bag, holding it while I grouped the long locks in back. I gathered them a ways down, twisting and pulling them back up against my head. I clipped them in place, leaving just enough slack to create gentle curves of hair on the sides of my face. Not long enough to hide my hoops, but long enough to hide the signs of a wig. A few bangs were pulled out and one long thin strand that contoured my face. "Not to shabby, cutie," I said to the mirror examining my handy work. I returned my makeup to the desk, switching the powder, lipstick and lip liner to the black clutch. Then I remembered to get the white clutch and take the stuff out of it before returning it to the closet. Lidia had returned in this time, reminding me to not to forget my books and homework from the weekend. I placed my purse over my shoulder and cradled the books in my arm. Interlocking Lidia's arm in mine, I turned her around to face the room from the door. "This is my room and I am a lady, body and mind. For real this time," I repeated softly smiling at Lidia. "Yes you are girl and I am very happy for you," she replied giving me a little hug on my arm. We left the room arm in arm, off to a day full of classes. I had not idea at the time how full my day would be. Chapter 47 Deanna sat down at her desk, finally glad to be done with the mornings disasters. Mondays were always fun on their own, without throwing in the bevy of random things that were included today. Like the formal dress catalogs that had arrived in mass, with no where to store them. They occupied one wall of the once clean office, until they could be passed out. The key broken off in the lock of a class room storage closet, by an over eager and equally over apologetic student. That would require a locksmith to be called as the screws for the lock itself were on the inside of the door. A broken water heater in one professor's apartment had required her full attention once the repair man had arrived. She wouldn't leave the man alone on the grounds given there was no mistaking him as anything but a large burly man. His attraction to her was obvious as he couldn't keep his eyes off her and finally she had to stand out of sight just so he would finish. Leaving his personnel number "just in case anything would require further attention," No she wouldn't call day or night, or ever for that matter. He even smelled, not the sweaty odor from work, which in the end he did, but the distinctive rough smell of a man. His scent underlying on his body as he passed by, or spoke to her. She could just imagine the repulsive feel of his calloused hands, rough skin, all that body hair or worse his unshaven face. Even a clean shaven man, tended to have a rough feel to him. All things that just turned her off, nothing like the wonderful swell of Kelly's curvaceous ass. Even just the smooth trace down her bare arm was so distinctly different. Her sweet flowery smell or soft gentle kiss, blissful reminders of how lucky she truly felt to have found her. Thoughts of Kelly reminded her how well she had done holding down the fort as it were, while she was gone. Even handling that delivery truck of food, which arrived on schedule but had to be counted before it could be unloaded. Jumping right in along side the cafeteria staff to see the job finished. She was really a great employee, he own bias set aside. As if summoned by thought, Kelly entered the office then, carrying a stack of papers. Deanna still thought she looked beautiful in her standard navy blue skirt suit with her hair down and straightened. The cr?me colored blouse brought out her color, while the suntan hose and two inch pumps did nothing to hide her great legs. Deanna felt sexy in her own black skirt suit today, with her hair up again. The ivory blouse took away some of the darkness of the suit, as did her silver dangling earrings and watch. Of course the real reason she felt sexy was for the barely tan stockings she wore, with the black garter belt and matching bra hidden beneath her skirt suit, adding in the black matching thong and the feel of her four inch pumps on her feet. The topper was Kelly knew what she wore as well, as she had dressed her in it this morning. Deanna thought that was one of the great perks of having a girlfriend, having them dress you. She idly thought it was something Bridget and her probably shared in common, besides their girlfriend. "Here is the list of the classes and number of catalogs each one receives, I imagine later we can have some girls transport them over there?" Kelly asked sitting the stack down on the desk. Deanna just smiled at her. "You're beautiful," she barely whispered. Kelly smiled despite herself. "So are you, now stop teasing while we are at work," she whispered back adding a kiss to the air. "If we keep getting this busy we are going to need an assistant around here," Deanna said idly flipping through the papers. Kelly laughed lightly "You know dang well Bridget would love that. She would be at the front of the volunteer's line," she replied Deanna stopped, looking at Kelly with a sparkle in her eye. "We should dress her up in one of your uniforms the next time she comes over," she whispered again, smiling brightly. Kelly laughed. "She would love it, but I don't think it would stay on very long," Kelly whispered back. Deanna stifled a chuckle and fanned herself with the folder in her hand. "It's getting a little warm in here," she said aloud. "You should be really cool, given what you're wearing," Kelly confided in a hushed whisper. "Now who's teasing?" Deana replied with a grin in an equal whisper. "I wish I could spend more time with her," Kelly said low, losing her mirth. Deanna felt for her, as she knew how much she cared for Bridget. "She will get more free time once she no longer needs a mentor," she softly assured. "Great but how long will that be? Will my heart make it, I just don't know? I am going to get back to work," Kelly said turning and leaving, her heart heavy. Deanna watched her go with out really having a good answer. She sat the pen and folder down that were in her hands, putting her elbows on the desk, folding her hands together in front of her mouth. Her dainty foot twitched idly from her crossed legs as her mind worked furiously. "You only live once," she whispered to herself. Chapter 48 Someone had clearly informed all the professors that the kid gloves had come off. I had more homework today than I had all of last week. I sat in every class all day watching it pile up, one right after the other. Mathematics, English, fashion and even beauty class had all seen it necessary that I make up the lost time, that my mid semester arrival had caused. Lidia reminded me that I wanted to be one of the actual students. So the proper steps would be taken to put me on course with the other girls. That started with making up what I had missed and I could count on it being like this for the rest of the week or more. I was not a happy homework carrying girl. Ok that wasn't totally the truth, I loved me the girl, the homework I could do without. All day I would catch glimpses of myself and get little jolts of joy, or I would start smiling, just thinking of how I was dressed and where I was, not being able to stop myself. Lidia just smiled at me as I was sure she knew why I was acting goofy. "Should we stop in the room so you can take in all your glory?" she asked teasing me so. "No, you're stealing my glory looking just like me," I teased her back with a smile. She just stopped putting her hand on her hip and standing with one foot out. "Excuse me!" she replied almost breaking into a laugh. "Oh please, stop standing like that," I begged her. "It reminds me of the matching blue bra and panty set you wore," I whispered, fanning myself with my book. She stifled a laugh behind her hand, before she grabbed me by the arm and hustled me down the hallway, giggling. I matched her giggle as I couldn't help it, she really did look great in that set. I didn't lust after Lidia the way I had after many women in the past, I really wasn't attracted to her still and it takes more than a nice body to have an attraction. In all though I knew she was a good looking girl, she just didn't fit my type. This was a great match considering I needed her for a mentor. It didn't take long and we had arrived at the study hall for some dedicated work time. I piled my books on a desk next to Lidia's neat little stack. Her small stack was given to the fact it was more of a review for her as opposed to mine being the first time around. I sat down smoothing my skirt under me and crossing my hose covered legs. A smile crept across my face at the realization that I hadn't consciously thought to do that, small victories deserve celebration, even if it is just to ourselves. I dove in losing myself to the task and some time as well. My head planted in my English book, idly flipping the pen in my hand and my foot twitching in time, I missed the first few words of our new arrival. Lidia was saying something in return when I raised my head to find out who she was talking too. The gradual languid curve of her eye almost appeared as if an s had lazily lain down on its side. I knew it was a trick with her mascara, but its look was soothing and appealing, right along with the gentle arch of her delicate eyebrows. The soft browns of her makeup blended seamlessly with her touchable skin, framed by her straight dark brown hair, its sheen and sway hinting at the apparent lightness. Lips covered in burnt red parted in a deliberately easy smile, expressing a charm that many wished to wield. Her blue mock two piece dress was a match to mine and Lidia's. However I felt like a stiff manikin wrapped in burlap, watching her dress glide gently with the fluid supple movements of her long toned body as she extended her arm. Freshly manicured nails on a hand covered in creamy soft skin I almost dared not touch, dangled greetings in front of me. I took her hand and closed my mouth to kiss it as I would greet any lady, before I caught what I was doing. Lucky I hadn't leaned over yet when I came to my senses, shaking my head and laughing a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, loads of homework and all," I covered quickly, who said I wasn't light on my feet? She laughed effortlessly. "I'm Megan it is nice to meet you. I remember my first few weeks too. You will catch up eventually." Her smile grew just a tad, hinting approval. I couldn't figure out if she was consciously being seductive or if it just came off her naturally. I pictured a long line of boys sitting in the nurse's office, bearing various injuries caused by collisions with large inanimate objects, all within close proximity of Megan. The image caused me to smile back at her in my own amusement, which she apparently took as friendly, then I finally remembered to let go of her hand. I mentally sighed at my slip and knew why Lidia had not introduced her earlier. I like many, had lost my mind. So I rallied the intellectual troops for some competent thought. "I'm Bridget, it's nice to meet you too. So what brings you here today?" I asked in a friendly tone, mentally high fiving myself for putting together two complete sentences. "I seen Lidia and had to stop by to say hi, I can't thank my old mentor enough," she smiled cordially. Lidia returned her friendly smile. "You don't have to thank me, you had it in you all along and I just helped guide it to the surface." "For that, I will forever be grateful," Megan replied with genuine appreciation. "Would you care to join us?" I asked, thinking it the friendly thing to do, my intellect regained. "I don't want to interrupt your studying, I still remember how focused I had to be to finish everything they threw at me. You will need all the quiet time you can get. Perhaps this weekend we could hang out, at the recreation room if you all are going?" Megan suggested so offhandedly. I looked at Lidia who regarded Megan as if she were simply anyone else. I knew right then there was no way Lidia was anything but heterosexual. Anything that liked women couldn't honestly not be drawn to her, she personified attraction. "Yeah you should join us. I'm sure Teresa, Cheryl and the others wouldn't mind adding one more to the party," Lidia responded. "Ok sounds like a date, I will catch you all later in the week to make sure you are still going, if I don't I will just meet you down there," Megan casually remarked. Lidia and I agreed as Megan spared us another subtly appreciative smile and finger wave goodbye. We both watched her walk away in a wonderfully precise sway right down to her carefully placed sling backed heels. I could imagine rose petals of perfection drifting in her wake, as I am sure every man or lesbian could. I suddenly felt a painful jolt in my hip, I jumped looking down to find Lidia's pinching fingers to be the culprit. "Earth to dream girl. Tell me, do you still want her, or do you want to be her?" Lidia asked with a very teasing smile. "Both," I answered in simple truth. "Just because I chose to live this way, doesn't mean I have had a sudden change in sexual appetite," I added. "Oh so you won't need the escort of a certain boy anymore, I will just go in your place, to keep such a burden from you and all," Lidia replied blushing at the thought of him. "You can't even say his name, can you?" I asked while a large smile spread across my face. I lowered my head towards her, looking through my upper eyelashes. "Sebastian," I said with a very naughty smile on my face. I watched her nipples harden in her shirt as she blushed a good crimson and smiled at whatever dirty thought spread through her head. She quickly crossed her arms over her breasts, laughing and promising a truce, her foot twitching nervously. I agreed chuckling, it was a wonder to watch her fall to pieces at the mere thought of him, and nice to know I wasn't the only one affected so by someone. Lidia and I returned to the homework at hand, pushing the attractive people out of our minds. Trudging through the torments of proper English and the comprehensiveness its mastery demanded, followed by the hindrance that mathematics precision presented, in repetitive detail. For what ever reason I always had an easier time with math than English. Perhaps it was the challenge and victory of finding the solution for math or maybe it was the mysterious rules that proliferated the English language, as if they were created during some college binge drinking game. Silent letters, certain letters before others except during exceptions, or the multitude of ways one could pronounce the same word, with no clear indication of the correct way, until you knew for sure, certainly after at least one incorrect attempt. Fashion and beauty classes should have paled in comparison yet the subtly of their mastery was no less a dance along tightropes. Makeup was a myriad of colors, separated by shades, groups and contrasts, all important things to apply with their upmost advantage. Clothes being equally diverse along the same lines, with cuts and fabrics adding to an already jumbled list of its own rules. Combine the two and now your possibilities were seemingly endless, right next to your waiting pitfalls. Both of these classes required me to locate different examples of the days topics. Which wasn't all that difficult given the wonderful power of the internet, yet still requiring an investment in time. After some three hours later I had finally finished everything, with Lidia's competent input a resource all its own. Chapter 49 "Lets drop your books off, then we will go and get it over with," Lidia asked with a long pause, sparing me a small smile. I knew to what she was referring. "I guess so," I said gathering my books and slipping my purse over my shoulder. Walking down the hall again arm in arm, our timed footfalls had slowed to a leisurely pace in returning to my room. I drew comfort from the way I was dressed, the familiarity of my clothing bearing some conformation in which I saw myself. Lidia playfully bumped her hip into mine as I became to quiet. I returned her bump and grin, but I still didn't feel like talking. She evidently had other ideas. "You know why Ann is making you do it don't you?" She posed, giving me a small comforting arm hug as we walked. "Not really, I don't see how it's going to make any difference where my clothes are stored," I replied, grateful for her hug. "It's making a clean break. If your clothes were to stay there, whenever you came over, you would only have to walk in and change. No trouble to slip back into how you were. You made your decision and this is one way to reinforce that decision. No hiding, no temptation to be what you once were. It one of the reasons we are given uniforms when we get here," Lidia explained lifting me up slightly to straighten my poster. "I can see the point, I guess," I grudgingly admitted walking a little straighter, confident in my choice. "Besides do you think you are the only one with stuff in storage? All my stuff is down there too," she replied opening the door to my room. We came in dropping my load of books off on the makeup slash catch all desk. A quick damage check in the mirror, a touch of powder, a bit of lipstick and I was ready to go. I readjusted my purse on my shoulder, holding my arm out for Lidia to wrap in hers, which she readily did. We headed out the door continuing our leisurely walk over to the administration building. "They say when you open the box after you finish your time here, you can hardly relate to the person you used to be. I sometimes look in the mirror and can't see the girl I was. She seems so different, I only see the better girl I am now," Lidia said, her past clearly on her mind. "I hope someday I can say the same," I replied giving her a small smile. She returned my smile warmly. "You will if you stay with it and this challenge will be like many you will face, something you overcame." I gave her an arm hug and a smile, because I hoped she would be right. I knew what I wanted, but I was also smart enough to know I still didn't know every challenge I would face. We arrived at the administration building and headed up stairs. I never could find the proper way to walk up stairs in heels, put your foot flat, or just use the ball of your foot. Asking Lidia had only garnered an answer that it was a personal preference. The decision came for me to use the full foot, being mindful of my heel not slipping off the back of the stairs and me tumbling backwards, a mess all its own. Some where I knew I would face a thousand little decisions like these, that me, the girl would face for the first time. Each one would only make me smile though, as I knew it added something to the final version of that girl, coming one step closer. Chapter 50 My apartment door stood before us again, my old apartment I reminded myself. Lidia made me knock to reinforce the fact that I wasn't living there anymore. It was a hard thing to do that first knock, a mental conformation of a lot of things. Only a few seconds passed and Deanna answered the door looking very nice in a black skirt suit, ivory blouse and black pumps. "Good evening Lidia, Bridget, what can I do for you?" she said standing in the doorway. Lidia and I were somewhat confused, because we knew that Deanna was there when Ann instructed Lidia to drop me off to help pack my things. Lidia spoke up first. "We are here so Bridget can help Kelly pack Brian's things," she answered carefully. "I am aware of why you are here Ms Reynolds, but Bridget must ask herself to enter and help Ms Montgomery," Deanna replied emphasizing Kelly's last name. I sighed and looked down just a second as I couldn't believe Deanna was going to be so strict, she wasn't going to make this easy for me. The thought made me think of what I had made her do and that perhaps this was in return for that. When I looked back up to ask, I caught a small smile quickly drop from Deanna's face as she returned to a neutral appearance and I noticed Lidia was hiding a smile by biting her lip again. I wondered what I had missed. I thought I should tread carefully, as I was really the one who had put myself in this position in the first place. "May I enter to help Ms Montgomery put my things away?" I asked Deanna as steady as I could manage. "Not quite correct. How about, Ms Dunterbaum, may I enter to aide Ms Montgomery in putting away her former boyfriend's things? Now you try it," she said to me raising a questioning eyebrow at me. I was taken back a little at how particular she was being but decided to do as I was instructed. "Ms Dunterbaum, may I enter to aide Ms Montgomery in putting away her former boyfriend's things?" I repeated. I hated saying former boyfriend, made it sound like we broke up, when we all knew that wasn't the truth. I felt like it was just another in a long line of things driving home my choice. In a way I almost felt like they were challenging me to stick with it, doubting my earnestness. My stubborn streak burned at that thought and I stood up straighter, determined to give them the girl I saw myself as. "You may turn in for the evening Ms Reynolds, I will see Bridget returned to her room when she is finished here," Deanna said to Lidia in a milder tone. "Thank you Ms Dunterbaum," Lidia replied somewhat cheerily. "You're welcome Ms Reynolds," Deanna answered easily. Lidia turned giving me a girly hug, winking at me with the eye Deanna couldn't see before she walked off down the hall. I clearly missed something I shouldn't have or maybe it was just for reassurance. I was banking on the missed part. Deanna stepped aside in the doorway, indicating for me to enter. So I did, after which she closed the door coming around to stand in front of me. "I expect you to mind your manners while you are here and not to forget our proper names. Remember to reply with yes and thank you when spoken to. Is that clear?" She said still giving me a blank face. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied still not understanding why she was acting this way. "Good. Now follow me to the bedroom Bridget so you may get started," Deanna said taking two steps then stopping to turn around and give me a hard eye. I quickly got the message and answered. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum." She nodded, heading for the bedroom once again as I followed in tow. "That is a lovely outfit you are wearing today, Bridget," she said idly as we passed through the living room. "Thank you, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, not adding anything else as I thought it best to just be quiet at this point, till I could figure out what the hell was going on. "However it is not appropriate attire for the job at hand," she added as we entered the bedroom, where she stopped turning to face me. There was a blue skirt suit with a cr?me colored blouse underneath the jacket, on a hanger on the doorknob. Across from it on the dresser sat a pair of blue two inch pumps. A decorative dish with a pair of pearl earrings, necklace, bracelet and silver watch inside sat next to the pumps. "You will change into this more acceptable attire, including everything in the dish. Be mindful to hang up your dress and place your other things on the dresser," she instructed once more with a flat stare, while handing me the skirt suit on the hanger. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I understood, holding it in my hand and moving into the room. "Good. Come get me when you are finished and hurry up, girl," she stated adding an eyebrow arch waiting for my response. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied, to which she nodded and firmly shut the bedroom door. I began to see where this was going. I would be replying yes, and thank you all night to the simplest requests. Which I guess was supposed to irk me, or reinforce how I wasn't male anymore, I was merely a girl. Which did make me mad really, to the point I firmly decided I wouldn't let it get to me. She could have all the, yes Ms Dunterbaum, no Ms Dunterbaum, thank you Ms Dunterbaum, she could handle. Hell I'd curtsy to her just to annoy her if I thought it would do any good, at least she hadn't made me call her mame yet. I idly wondered if Kelly would make me do the same, somewhere I feared she would. I guess I deserved as much for not really letting her know what I had decided before Ann had me drop the bomb so to speak. Maybe she was mad at me and this was her way of showing me her disapproval. I hadn't really intended for things to work out that way, they just kind of did. So I set about changing clothes, pulling off my heels and jewelry, placing the latter in the dish on the desk. Then I removed the wig which would have to be reset to my head. Luckily this was our bedroom and I knew there was a brush in the dresser, or there used to be. I took the skirt suit from the hanger, setting each piece on the bed, and then carefully removing and placing my dress back on it. I put the cr?me blouse on first, buttoning it up, straightening the collar and cuffs. Next I gently slid the skirt up my hose cover legs, tucking the blouse in and zipping up the back in the mirror. It fit pretty well, but was just a tad loose around the waist, not having hips I guess. Next came the jacket, which was much like the blouse, too snug in the shoulders and the arms could be just a little longer for my liking. Finally I set about changing all my jewelry, earrings first, the pearl necklace next, the bracelet was tricky, as was the watch. I never had been big on pearls but I didn't think they would look bad with the outfit. A loud knock came at the door as Ms Dunterbaum called loudly to me from the other side. "Hurry up girl, you should be done by now," she growled. I growled myself as I quickly fished out a brush from the top dresser drawer and set about fixing my wig. Brushing it out, then gathering it back and flipping it up, clipping it into place like I had earlier. Leaving gentle curves of hair on each side of my head, I made sure that they were short enough to show the pearl earrings so I wouldn't catch crap for covering them up. Finally I picked out a thin lock of hair in front to contour my face and replaced the brush, before quickly slipping into the two inch pumps. I opened the door to a waiting and unhappy looking Ms Dunterbaum. "Do you think we have all night to be primping ourselves?" she asked sternly "No, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, growling in my head. "Do you think you can manage to help Ms Montgomery this evening?" She asked with her hands on her hips. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied, resisting an urge to curtsy out of spite. "We shall see. You can start by retrieving the boxes by the entryway and bringing them into the bedroom," she instructed arms crossed over her chest. I made it two steps before she cleared her throat, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around to her finger pointing at the spot I was standing. I mentally sighed and walked back to stand in the spot. All she did was raise a pretty eyebrow at me. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, suppressing a bigger urge to curtsy and stick out my tongue. She shook her head and swayed into the bedroom, turning to watch me. I wondered why she didn't have me grab them on the way in, as I made my way back over to the door. They sat just out of site, behind the door when I had come in. I figured then she had probably done it on purpose to make me walk around more, which really wasn't hard at all given the short heels, I discovered I could scoot pretty well in them. So I picked up the boxes in my arms despite the restrictive jacket and carried them back over to the bedroom. Carefully bending at the knees to place them in the spot Deanna indicated with only her pointing finger. "I supposed you didn't bother to bring the tape and tape gun from the table with you?" She asked with a sigh. I almost moved to get them, then replied, "No, Ms Dunterbaum." She dismissed me with a wave of her hand, with the other hand still on her hip, waist cocked to one side and her feet spread slightly apart, a very arrogant stance. So I stubbornly cringed as I made my way back over to the table. I heard a couple noises from behind the closed bathroom door as I passed by and figured that was where Kelly was, sounded like she had plugged something into an outlet. I let it go as sure enough, I found the tape gun and a roll of tape on the dinning room table, retrieving both I made my way back to the bedroom and a waiting Deanna. "Perhaps we could make you a blond? Would you like to be a blond?" She asked suddenly excited and equally as quickly dropping into sarcasm. "No, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied, not letting the comment get to me. "Well then perhaps you could put the tape on the gun?" She instructed with flat stare. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, putting the roll on the gun and starting it. She sighed heavily looking up. "I supposed you didn't think to look for the black magic marker? Perhaps you will be able to pick your box out of a hundred other brown boxes?" She said to the ceiling. "No, Ms Dunterbaum. No, Ms Dunterbaum," I responded to each question, before heading back out of the bedroom. A few minutes scouring the dinning room, kitchen and living room, landed me the black magic marker in a cup on the kitchen counter. I returned with it in my hands to an impatiently foot tapping Deanna. She posed as if thinking to herself. "Bridget isn't a very good name for a blond. How about Bubbles? I like Bubbles, do you like Bubbles?" She asked with a look of delight on her beautiful face. "No, Ms Dunterbaum," I acknowledged, I was really getting tired of this crap. She changed to a flat stare again. "Too bad because I do, but I suppose we still need the blond wig, and a name tag, oh yes you will need a name tag to go with your uniform," she stated as if she liked it all. "Until you become bubbles the blond office girl, perhaps you could start taping up some boxes and writing Bridget on them? At least until we can change them to Bubbles later," she indicated as if it was a question. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied, gathering a box and folding it up, my face red with annoyance. In no time I had three strips of tape on the bottom as she sat idly watching me on the bed. This wasn't the first time I had used a tape gun or made boxes. I was sitting on my hip with my skirt under me, and my legs folded up on one side. I was writing my name in big block letters on the box when I hadn't noticed she had moved to whisper right in my ear. "I'm sorry I had to be mean to you, it's no more inconsideration than you showed to our girlfriend, by not telling her your decision before you told everyone else. Girls consider others feelings in their actions, a lesson you need to learn if you are to become one. The next time you leave her crying all night in my arms, I'm going to paddle you panty clad bottom red. Now if you keep playing my game you might get a surprise, you might even enjoy it," she elaborated in a hushed relaxed tone, ending in her walking out of the bedroom. I didn't move, I had frozen when she whispered I'm sorry. I sat there not moving trying to digest everything she had just said. She was getting back at me for not telling Kelly ahead of time about my decision to be a girl? I guess she was right, it was inconsiderate, but I didn't mean for it to happen that way. Apparently Kelly had cried all night about it too. I sighed out loud, hating when I was an asshole and I didn't mean too be. I needed to apologize for not telling her and making her cry, though why she had cried I wasn't sure. You could say I had actually separated us, even though I hadn't meant to. Ann's closet cleaning only drove the point home. Another sigh escaped me, damn I was a big asshole. I knew I wasn't leaving Kelly, hell she knew it to, but my choice had put her under a lot of stress and I didn't even bother to talk to her about it. Amends would have to be made to her somehow, to really show her I didn't mean to. I smiled a little at the realization that Deanna was sticking up for Kelly, she really did love her. The last part of Deanna's statement ran through my mind then. Game? We were playing a game? I understood then, I was going to be answering the yes and thank you al night, but it was a game. They were sure one I should be more than willing to play given my previous indiscretion. Surprises might be given, depending on how willing I was to play the game, I might even enjoy it. Oh the carrot on the stick never cut so deep. Sighing once more and smiling to myself. They could bring on whatever tortuous plans they had in mind, I would play along. She knew I would too. I had to admire Deanna then, she was a smarter cookie than I had given her credit for and I had forgotten how devious she could be as well. Point well made I thought, mentally tipping my hat to her. I returned to my box and finished my name, making a few more up, knowing that I would need them. Standing up and opening the closet I started with my shirts. Taking them off the hangers and folding them gently on the bed, before stacking them neatly in the box. Which wasn't too hard, but the restrictive jacket and blouse did add to the difficulty. I made it through half my side of the closet and was on my second box when Deanna came back in to check on me. She had changed her outfit and I had to say I approved. Her hair was still up and the silvery earrings still dangled from her ears. However her white crop top dress shirt covered only her breasts and above. Short sleeves that ended in cuffs at her elbows and a button up front with a flared collar insinuated a professional imagine. But her smooth bare stomach with its cute silver stud in her belly button told the truth. A tight black pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee, caused her to sway when she walked. Light hose covered her legs that ended in a pair of five inch oxford shoes rounding out the naughty teacher. Dynamically defined green eye shadow drew me to her hazel eyes, even behind the pair of glasses on her beautifully made up face with its shiny red lipstick. "Oh I see we managed to find some self motivation after all?" she asked with a crooked little smile. I knew my role in this. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied sweetly. "Well that's better, it seems your attitude has improved as well, but your posture could use some work," she observed, swaying as she made her way over to me. "Stand with your hands folded in front of you when you are addressed, ok?" She instructed, moving my fingers to fold neatly together just below my stomach, raising my chin a tad. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, adopting the demure yet attentive posture. "That's a good girl," she said patting my butt. "Now you get back to work and when you have finished, you report to Ms Montgomery and I. We will be working in the dining room," she added swaying her way out of the room. I just had to smile to myself and wonder what in the world they did alone. Deanna had a knock out body and she was Kelly's girlfriend. Some girls had all the luck. I went back to my task thinking I could expect all kinds of interruptions now. It wasn't long and I was down on my hands and knees getting my shoes out of the closet when I heard someone clear their throat. I pulled my head back out to Kelly's hose covered legs standing very close to me. She looked ravishing in her outfit. Her hair was straight, just how I liked it, down both shoulders. Her smoky dark eyes peeked from just under her bangs with a touch of blush on her cheeks and a cherry lipstick to define her face. Gold earrings sparkled when they could be seen, right along with her gold bracelet and watch on her wrists. She wore a soft white short sleeved stretch top that was barely see through, showing her black bra against her skin underneath. A black miniskirt that was just long enough to give a hint at the tops of her black thigh high hose while black five inch velvet pumps cradled her feet. I loved the view staring up her long luscious legs, I suppressed an urge to run my tongue up them, barely. "I can see your making some progress, Bridget. Does the uniform suit you?" she asked calmly tilting her curving hips slightly to one side. "Yes, Ms Montgomery," I replied gently. She arched an eyebrow at me. "Did Ms Dunterbaum not instruct you in the proper way to respond when being addressed?" She inquired sternly. I immediately stood up, smoothing my skirt and placing my hands folded in front of me. "Yes, Ms Montgomery," I answered her. "That's better," she stated, her tone softening as she smoothed her skirt with one hand, lightly brushing the hose on her leg. She took a moment to inspect my work in the empty closet, making a point to stand very near to me as she did it. Then she walked over to the dresser, opening my two drawers that held my t-shirts and the other one which held my socks and underwear. Making sure to bend at the waist as she opened each, giving me a wonderful view of how the miniskirt clung to her shapely ass. "Be sure to remove these as well Bridget and leave them open when you are finished. The only thing that should be in this dresser from now on is bras, panties, stockings, hose and nightgowns," she instructed to me in an even tone, making her way back over to me. "Yes, Ms Montgomery," I assured her. "You know all about those things I'm sure," she added patting my cheek. Picking at my clothes she stood very close to me but I dared not move, I knew I wasn't supposed to. She pretended to inspect my clothes as she slowly circled me, picking at the jacket and smoothing it down my back. Her hand rested on my ass as she whispered in my ear from behind. "Don't move, I still love you very much and I have not intention of tossing you away, but you have been a very bad girl," she breathily cooed in my ear. "Don't you think it is inconsiderate of a boyfriend to decide something without talking to his girlfriend first when it affects them both?" She asked me rather loudly. "Yes it is, Ms Montgomery," I answered sorrowfully. The sting on my ass was only momentarily broken as the sound of the muffled crack registered in my ears. She rubbed her hand around to take some of the sting out of my butt. I was surprised by the spanking, but I didn't turn around. I would have suffered a thousand blows to spare her the hurt if I could, but we can't undo the past. "Don't you think it is very inconsiderate for a boyfriend to make his girlfriend cry all night?" She asked loudly again. I cringed just a bit as I knew it was coming. "Yes it is, Ms Montgomery," I replied gently bracing for it. The crack was much louder and the sting hurt enough to bring a squeak from my lips. Again she rubbed my hinny to sooth the pain. Then she hugged me from behind wrapping her arms around my waist and laying her head on my shoulder. "I love you so much, but don't you ever make me feel like you are leaving me again," she whispered to me with sadness in her voice. I covered her arms with mine and laid my head against hers. "I love you too, honey I am so sorry I hurt you, I never meant too," I whispered to her. She broke from her hug, gently turning me around to face her, tenderly taking my face in her hands. "I know you didn't," she whispered staring into my eyes. I rested my hands on her hips as she met my lips in a blissful lovingly slow kiss. I lost myself in the feel of her soft lips touching mine, the smell of her lipstick, coupled with the tender caresses of her hands guiding my mouth to hers. We parted staring only inches from each other. A small smile crept across her face. "You can make it up to me by playing our game, starting now," she replied he smile growing with each word. Another good smack on my ass landed just after she said now. I jumped, looking around rather angrily to find Deanna staring at me with a very mischievous smile on her face. Her hand was still caressing my ass as she tired to fake a gasp that almost turned into a laugh. Carrying on in what should have been a mock scandalous tone, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face or amusement out of her voice. "Ms Montgomery! What are you doing? That's very inappropriate behavior, fondling a student. You will have to be reprimanded," she managed to finish. She pulled Kelly away from me into her own embrace on her side. Wrapping her hand around the small of Kelly's back, resting just on the side of her butt with her fingers touching her leg. Kelly seductively rubbed her hand across Deanna's bare stomach. "I just couldn't help myself," she replied with a little smile of her own. "I know, but you must try to restrain yourself around all these pretty girls," Deanna informed her as their colored lips met for a loving kiss. Their slow embrace caused their tits to brush against each other and I watched Deanna's nipples harden in her shirt as she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Deanna spared me a brilliant smile as she saw me watching them. I knew right then she liked the fact that I was watching. I thought Deanna was a very naughty girl indeed and I liked her even more for it. Some girls defiantly had all the luck. "Why don't you return to your duties Ms Honeysett, I will see to it that Ms Montgomery is properly dealt with," Deanna spoke to me tracing her other hand down Kelly's face over her breast to her hands. My mouth had gone dry watching them so I had to clear my throat before I could reply. "Yes Ms Dunterbaum." I retrieved an empty box, sitting it on the dresser as I went to fill it from the two drawers. I thought they would leave, but I watched in the mirror as Deanna only sat down on the bed holding Kelley's hand. She crossed her legs in the pencil skirt setting them right between Kelly's legs, causing them to part and ending with each of Kelly's legs on both sides of Deanna's. "Fondling the students is very bad behavior, its time for you to be corrected. Bend over," Deanna instructed somewhat forcefully, but the smile never left her face. "I hope this won't reflect poorly on my record," Kelly said sultrily. She bent over at her waist, placing her hands on the bed to support herself on the far side of Deanna. Leaving me only the view of her hair and her face behind Deanna and a great view of her bent over ass in front of Deanna. "I am sure we can come to some mutually satisfactory arrangement," Deanna replied seductively, putting her far hand on Kelly's leg to steady her. Then Deanna ran her other hand up Kelly's leg, pushing up her miniskirt to reveal her bare ass cheek. Deanna spread out her hand, caressing that cheek and running it up to Kelly's lower back. Kelly's skirt rode up in the middle to reveal a black thong splitting her bottom. Deanna's spread out hand lovingly traced back down that thong ending in a small massaging circle over Kelly's crotch. Rubbing up the other cheek, firm enough to spread Kelly's ass a bit. I also got to watch Kelly tilt her head back as the enjoyment of that hand's playing showed on her face. Biting her bottom lip as Deanna spread her rounded cheeks. I had completely stopped what I was doing, transfixed as I watched them play in the mirror. Deanna cast a sideways glace at me and gave me a crooked little smile just before she smacked Kelly hard on her nearest cheek, bringing a short gasp from her. Then Deanna looked right at me as she pursed her lips into a little silent oooh face. Her eyes half closed as she enjoyed rubbing in the sting of Kelly's red handed cheek. A sigh of delight escaped Kelly's lips as she closed her eyes. Deanna flashed me another wicked smile, winking at me right before she smacked Kelly's other curvy cheek, this brought a vocal pant from Kelly's mouth, leaving her lips parted and open. A smile spread across those lips as Deanna caressed that now reddened cheek with her spread out hand. Deanna firmly rubbed her hand down the middle of Kelly's bottom, till she once again found her panty cover crotch. Slowly grinding her hand over Kelly's crotch she asked. "Does that satisfy you?" with the grin still on her face. Kelly let out a small moan as she replied breathily, "Yes." "Me too," Deanna added with a throaty laugh. I became aware of just how hard my penis had gotten when it touched the drawer I was standing in front of. I was seriously tenting my panties and my skirt, but I couldn't stop watching them. She ground her hand back up Kelly's split bottom, to grasp her skirt and slowly pull it down over each side of Kelly's rump. She caressed Kelly's ass in her skirt with both her hands, letting those hands gently trail down to her thighs as Kelly stood back up. Kelly leaned over to Deanna's face with Deanna's hands still on her thighs. "Now you are corrected," Deanna informed her, with a sultry smirk. They exchanged a slow tender kiss. "Thank you," Kelly replied unable to keep the big grin off her face. "We should let Bridget finish her work," Deanna said as Kelly helped her to her feet. Kelly wrapped her arm around Deanna's exposed waist as Deanna did the same to Kelly. "Now be a good girl and finish your work, then you can come attend to Ms Dunterbaum and I," Kelly stated to me, as they both sauntered arm in arm out of the bedroom. "Yes, Ms Montgomery," I said quietly. Chapter 51 I took a few seconds to swallow a few times and try to calm my racing heart. The scene was wonderful and I had to chuckle to myself at my own predicament. They knew damn well they were putting on a show to tease me and I could only approve. Some short slow breaths in and out helped me focus on what I was supposed to be doing as well as aiding in easing my raging hard on. A short time later and I had filled up eight boxes with shirts, pants, coats, a suit, underwear, socks and even a few shoes. Making sure to leave the drawers open that Kelly had told me to and the closet open for good measure. When I had finished I went out to find Deanna and Kelly sitting across from each other at the dining room table. Each with their legs crossed, pens in hand and paper work out in front of them. I stopped by the table where they both could see me, remembering to stand with my hands together in front of me. "I am all finished with the bedroom Ms Montgomery. What would you have me do now?" I eagerly asked, thinking of the question in the bedroom as a good one, game wise. I watched both their faces come up at my arrival, then Deanna's eyes grow a bit and a smile spread across her lips at the question. The smile apparently was contagious as it quickly spread to Kelly's face as well. "That is an excellent question Bridget. Ms Montgomery?" Deanna redirected, taking her glasses off and setting them on the table. "I could use some coffee, how about you honey?" Kelly replied her smile growing. "Oh yes, coffee would be very welcome, dearest," Deanna answered with her own grin. "Bridget we require some coffee, be a dear and fetch us some. You will have to make a pot, I am sure you are capable of finding everything?" Kelly instructed me, her smile had a wily hint to it. "Right away Ms Montgomery," I affirmed, resisting the urge to curtsy, knowing full well if I put that idea in their head I would be doing it all night. I made my way over to the open kitchen. Retrieving the coffee from the cabinet I knew she kept it in. Tossing the old filter and grains in the trash, I put in a fresh filter and seven scoops of coffee. Then I turned the water on and let it get hot first. You didn't have to, but if you did the coffee brewed faster. Only a few seconds later I filled the pot with water, then poured it into the coffee machine. Replacing the pot underneath I turned it on, to pop and hiss its coffee magic at us. "You know Bridget, since her boyfriend is no longer here to help, I'm sure Ms Montgomery would find it very considerate of you to straighten up the kitchen a bit while we are waiting," Deanna suggested. "I will get on it right away, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied, looking around the kitchen. I noticed there were dishes from dinner stacked in the sink, along with a couple coffee mugs, glasses and two pots. So I set about undoing the jacket cuffs, followed by the blouses cuffs then rolling them both back on each arm. I plugged up one side of the sink starting the hot water, squirting in some dish liquid and replacing it on the sink. "There are some rubber gloves under the sink you may use, I wouldn't want you messing up your pretty nails or getting anything nasty under them," Kelly informed me. "Thank you, Ms Montgomery," I replied, fishing the gloves out from under the sink and pulling them over my hands. I noticed they were watching me now, as I set about carefully washing the first few dishes. I made sure to get every bit clean, before rinsing each and placing it in the drainer. After a couple more they went back to their work content to leave me to my own. I was on the glasses when they started talking again. "You know dear, with your boyfriend no longer around now, surely you could use some help keeping things in order. Wouldn't it be very considerate of Bridget to come over once a week and help you straighten up?" Deanna recommended. "That would be very considerate of her, honey. You wouldn't mind helping me once a week would you Bridget?" Kelly asked "I wouldn't mind, Ms Montgomery," I answered, moving on to the coffee mugs. I figured any excuse I could use to spend more time with Kelly was a welcome one. That and I didn't want her to feel like I had abandoned her, I wanted her to know I was still willing to help her however I could. I still wanted to be a part of her life in whatever way I could find. So a few cleaning chores was a small burden to bear considering the stress my absence would cause. "We should make a list of all the chores that she could do, in the place of your boyfriend," Deanna added. "That is a great idea sweetie. We could call it Bridget's considerations and leave it out so she can check them off as she goes," Kelly agreed. "Wonderful we can start making out the list right now," Deanna said excitedly opening her laptop and firing it up. "Lets see, obviously you can do dishes Bridget. What about wiping down the counters and running a mop over the floor?" She asked me with that coy grin still on her face. "I think I can handle that, Ms Montgomery," I replied as I was cleaning out the pots. "Well then, What about running the sweeper and straightening up the living room?" Kelly carried on. "Yes that too, Ms Montgomery," I answered finishing the last pot and moving on to wiping down the counter. "Good, oh and dusting as well, my boyfriend never liked to do that, so I am sure you wont mind and be sure to start with that first," she added, I noted it wasn't a question. Deanna was quickly adding the items to an excel sheet she was rapidly constructing on the laptop. I had finished with the counter and removed my rubber gloves, laying them over the sink edge to dry. "Perhaps we should just break it down by room, dearest. It would be much easier that way," Deanna offered clearly enjoying her little game. "Of course sweetie, there is so much to do in all the rooms, the bed could be made, along with dusting and sweeping in there as well. The bathroom mirror always needs wiped down and the counter constantly needs wiped off, not to mention the toilet needs tending and the bathtub, as well as a once over with the mop on the floor," Kelly easily rattled off, while Deanna typed furiously. I had moved to making their coffee and I was beginning to wonder if there would be any time left during these days to spend with Kelly. Not to mention I was suddenly beginning to feel like the maid or slave. "All good things to know how to do, for when she gets her own man in her life," Deanna commented still altering the document on her laptop. I had poured both cups of fresh coffee and brought them to each of them. Returning to retrieve the cr?me and sugar as I knew Kelly liked both. "Oh yes, her boyfriend wont be that much help, even when he becomes her husband," Kelly commented back, "Speaking of husband material, who was that dashing young man on your arm the other day?" Deanna asked me, as I sat down the cr?me and sugar. "His name is Sebastian, Ms Dunterbaum," I responded, returning to my attentive stance and knowing damn well she knew that already. "You are one lucky girl to have such a good looking boyfriend," Kelly added idly flipping through her papers. "Sebastian is not my boyfriend, Ms Montgomery," I interjected, knowing Kelly was only teasing me, she knew how much I loved women and I didn't have an attraction to men. "Oh by the way he kissed your hand the other day, I just assumed you two were a couple," Deanna continued, still editing her document. "Sebastian and I, are not a couple either, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied. They both wore innocent faces, but I knew that was a lie. They were giving me crap about Sebastian, simple because they knew they could. Like girls teasing each other, I half expected them to break out in the kissing song. Sebastian and Bridget sitting in a tree... yeah so not going to happen. "Then whatever were you doing on his arm?" Kelly asked so politely. "He was returning me from brunch with Ms Sherrim, Ms Montgomery," I answered thinking that would stop them, wrong, so very wrong. "Oh then you two are just dating?" Deanna asked with a coy grin. I thought to answer no, but it suddenly clicked, he was taking me to the summer formal and he did call next week a date. Damn it. I had to grudgingly admit one might see that as dating. "Well, Ms Dunterbaum, we are not technically, I mean to say, that is..," I stuttered trying to find some logical explanation to define why it wasn't dating. They both just grinned from ear to ear at my discomfort and squirming. Kelly patted my butt as she said. "Don't worry girl you keep chasing him, you will catch him eventually, you can tell he has taken to you." I tried to reply I wasn't chasing him, but I never got the chance before Deanna interrupted. "Then she is only one quick trip down the isle from a husband, a house with a white picket fence and chasing two kids around," Deanna interrupted with a giant smile on her face. They both lost it then, laughing so hard they had to wipe the starts of tears out of their eyes, with their finger tips. I could only stand there and try not to laugh as well, it was infectious to begin with and the whole idea was preposterous. Once they were able to speak again, they also noticed I had nothing to do. "Bridget dear, I gathered my boyfriend's things into a box in the bathroom. Why don't you bring it out here and set it next to the door. Be sure to close it up securely as well," Kelly instructed me. "Yes, Ms Montgomery," I responded having recovered from my near laughing fit. A short trip to the bathroom found me the box. I picked it up, taking it into the bedroom to tape it shut and bringing it back out to sit next to the door. They were both looking over the list on Deanna's laptop when I sat it down. "You know Bridget, why don't you bring out the rest of the boxes and set them there as well," Deanna instructed absently. "Yes, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered, making my way to the bedroom to begin. On my trip back out I noticed Deanna whisper something in Kelly's ear, who returned a nod cheerfully at Deanna. I walked back to the bedroom with Kelly following me, until she turned to go in to the bathroom and shut the door. I made a few trips when she returned to the table just before my last trip. I didn't notice anything different on my way back, so I didn't think much as I was sitting down the last box. Deanna and Kelly were watching me intently with considering looks on their faces when I stood up from that last box. I returned to them to stand attentively, I didn't get a chance to say anything. "Her uniform doesn't fit correctly, dearest," Deanna commented raising up from the table to come over to me. "I was noticing that as well, sweetie," Kelly answered, standing and coming over as well to pick at my skirt suit. "She needs to be properly fitted," Deanna confirmed, with her stretching my garments this way and that. "I will grab a pen and a pad of paper," Kelly carried on grabbing just what she had said. "Follow me Bridget" Deanna commanded, as she headed for the bedroom once more. Chapter 52 I followed in tow with Kelly trailing me. Deanna grabbed the stool from the other side of the bed placing down at the foot of it. Retrieving a tailors measuring tape off of the dresser, which I am sure she had set there earlier with this all in mind. "Take off your heels and stand up here," Deanna said indicating to the foot stool. So I took off my heels and got up on the foot stool with a steadying hand from Deanna, while Kelly sat down on the bed, crossing her legs with her pen and pad at the ready. I was instructed to lift up my arms straight out which I did, but my eyes were drawn to the display of Kelly's fantastic legs. Then Deanna began taking all kinds of measurements while rattling them off to Kelly who dutifully wrote them down. My arm lengths, shoulder width, collar size, chest circumference, waist size, length of my skirt, hip fit even my shoes size and a few other things that I didn'