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Have you seen my bra? Part IV
Mother and Miss Robins dropped us off at 8:00 in front of Miss Johnson's
School for Girls. Jack and I were both dressed in our maids dresses with
white tights. We each carried a pink school bag with required items.
Mother informed me that she'd be dropping off the pink prom dress, swim
suits, leotards and tights later in the morning. Miss Robins told Jack
pretty much the same thing. We were to enter the school with our 'cute
girly' school bags filled with makeup, jewelry, feminine hygiene
products, and incidentals. Mother told me I had enough panties and bras
to make it through the morning.
Miss Johnson greeted us at the door. There were a bunch of girls
entering at the same time, all staring at Jack and me as it was rather
obvious we were both boys dressed as maids. There were a number of
giggles, but Miss Johnson told the girls to be quiet and allow us to
enter. We followed the girls and Miss Johnson into the school. We were
taught quickly to line up and remain silent as we walked to the dressing
room. We weren't sure to follow the girls in but Miss Johnson made it
clear that we belonged there. Jack and I had been instructed where our
lockers and lingerie drawers were so we proceeded immediately to our
dressing tables. The girls all seemed to be looking at us, like they
wanted to kill us if we even peeked at them as they were undressing and
preparing for the day. Jack and I just sat at our makeup tables waiting
for Miss Johnson to give us some instructions.
Miss Johnson was soon standing over us and requesting that we empty our
pink book bags so she could determine which items we might be missing.
We both had all the small things and we told Miss Johnson that Mother
and Miss Robins would be bringing required clothing items this very
morning. Miss Johnson told us she was informed of the morning schedule.
She called Suzie over to help us with our makeup and some of the other
girls enjoyed watching and offering advice. We had to explain to the
girls why Jack and I were at the school and all of the girls seemed
thrilled to be able to help a couple of sissy maids learn their trade.
To make matters worse, Miss Johnson came out with some bobby pins and
the most outlandish hair ornaments and helped us to place these floral
tiaras on our heads. This was to accentuate our short hair, as Miss
Johnson put it. We were not real girls and she wanted everyone to know
it. Some of the girls in the dressing area were changing into swimsuits,
others into prom dresses. Miss Johnson asked us if we'd brought our
dancewear and we looked at each other like we had no clue what she was
talking about. She looked in our book bags and confirmed that the bags
were emptied. All the makeup and things were placed on the vanity.
Feminine products were placed properly in a drawer in the dresser. I
brought a few bras and panties and these were placed (folded) in the top
drawer.
Miss Johnson was looking for tights and leotards, and since neither Jack
nor I had come prepared, she asked some of the girls if we might borrow
some things for the morning. They seemed only too happy to lend Jack and
me tights and leotards. It's funny but the only colors offered were pink
leotards and pink seamed tights. Some of the girls had ballet slippers
and Suzie (who helped me with my makeup) offered 'an adorable' pink
tutu. She told me she just felt ultimately femmy in it and said she knew
I would too. I was actually kind of glad to have at least something to
cover that unsightly little bulge in my leotard in exactly the wrong
place for anyone who wears a leotard would know what I was talking
about. Jack couldn't hide his unfeminine bulge and asked if anyone might
have another tutu he might be able to borrow.
Suzie asked me to at least keep my panties on as it wasn't very healthy
to wear another girl's tights without some kind of feminine protection.
Miss Johnson informed her that I at least brought napkins and asked that
Suzie help me with dressing properly. Talk about total embarrassment. I
survived though and I did watch as Jack got some help from one of the
other girls in getting ready for our 'ballet' class.
There were five girls in the class. Well, okay - three girls, Jack and
me. Miss Johnson turned out to be a very strict, but wonderfully
talented ballet instructor. We moved about the dance hall as
'butterflies' and Miss Johnson spent a lot of time teaching Jack and I
how to walk about quietly as a maid should do while working in our
homes. She stressed the importance of feminine arm movement and graceful
entrance and exits from a room. The girls seemed to understand quickly
what she was getting at but Jack and I moved like boys. The girls
laughed and Miss Johnson informed us both that we'd have it down by the
end of the week. She even gave us homework assignments to practice
graceful movements throughout the house. She informed us that we'd be
dressed as ballerinas during this time.
Mother and Miss Robins arrived while we were in the dance class. I
didn't see them as they looked through the window, but Jack told me that
they stood there for a good five minutes before they left. When we left
the dance room, our dresses, swimsuits, dancewear, and loads of lingerie
waited both Jack and I. Miss Johnson asked the girls to help us with our
uniform items. They all seemed happy to help us put our new clothes away
properly. Suzie seemed really interested in helping me. She helped me
remove the leotard and tights and made me stand at my locker in just my
panties and a training bra. She told me she was going to wear the
leotard and tights in her next class so not to worry about washing them.
She held out the prom dress and told me to step into it. It fit well,
and she found a half-slip that I was to step into as well and she helped
me to pull it up and make sure it wasn't showing or dragging on the
floor. I got undressed and watched as Suzie put on the tights and
leotard. She didn't wear her bra and panties with her dancewear. That
was the first time I've ever seen a girl naked before. I mean, she sat
there right in front of me, took off her panties and bra and pulled up
the tights, stepped into the leotard, slid on her tutu and put her
ballet flats on in less than a minute. It was so cool to watch. I hung
the prom dress in my locker and started putting on my swimsuit. Suzie
informed me that I couldn't wear my panties under the bikini so I was
going to have to get naked in front of her.
I took off my training bra first and she just smirked. "What do you need
a bra for when you don't have anything to hold up?" she asked. It was
worse when I stepped out of my panties and she said "No wonder you wear
panties, James. You certainly don't have anything big enough down there
to hide with men's underpants." There were a number of girls still in
the dressing area that heard her say that to me. Jack was getting some
help from one of the other girls in the room. We both had to put on two-
piece swimsuits. Of course Mother selected the most girlish pink skirted
flutter bikini with a halter top. Jack got a blue floral high-cut brief
that seemed to hold him in a little better that mine. His bikini top was
also a halter-style but with nothing to hold in the bra cups, we both
looked a bit silly. Especially with the girly hair ornaments that Miss
Johnson provided us. Suzie left to go to her dance class and Jack and I
walked with the other swimmers to the pool.
Jack and I figured we'd be in the pool with the girls, but Miss Johnson
had other ideas. Jack and I were to provide service to the girls. We
were to hand towels, get drinks, put lotion on them, get reading
materials, or pretty much whatever they asked for. Miss Johnson informed
us that maids didn't get a lot of time to enjoy the pool. We might be
dressed for fun in the sun but were there to be trained as service
girls. I must admit that I did enjoy putting lotion on some of the
girls, especially around their sexy bottoms. Some of the girls let us
put lotion on them quite near their breasts. One of the girls requested
that I do her nails as she required both a pedicure and a manicure. I
informed her that I'd not been trained to perform that function, but she
walked me through it anyway. She was really nice about it.
After about an hour, we were to go back to the dressing room and prepare
for a 'deportment' class. We were to put on our prom dresses and bring
our makeup and jewelry to the main classroom. The classroom is designed
like a woman's lingerie store with mannequins all around dressed in only
their lingerie. This is the room where the chime goes off every thirty
minutes and all the girls rush to a mirror to check their makeup and
make sure the seams on their tights or stockings are straight. I thought
the dance class was hard, but this class turned out to be the most
difficult. Miss Johnson expected both Jack and me to help the girls with
anything they needed as well as to make sure we were appropriately
attired. She said that as maids, our main function would be to help our
mothers dress and prepare for their activities. It might be some formal
affair or maybe a dance class. We were to be prepared to do nails, help
with makeup, hold panties out, zip or unzip dresses, hook clasps on bras
or corsets, whatever a superior requires. This was the first that anyone
informed us that our Mothers were superior. As a matter of fact, Miss
Johnson made it plain that all the girls and teachers at her school were
superiors. A maid is a lowly position and we were to be treated as such.
Mothers expect maids to wash the clothes, cook the meals, clean the
home, and be prepared for whatever is required to keep that house
running smoothly.
If we were lucky, Jack or I might have one afternoon off each week.
Usually that would be a Sunday, but if Mother or Miss Robins had guests
or some event that required maid service, then we'd lose that privilege
for the week. Jack and I looked at each other like we'd never heard of
such nonsense. It turns out that Miss Johnson was speaking the truth. We
sat at our desks for the hour, learning about ankle bracelets and
makeup. Luckily Mother provided me a large assortment of cosmetics as we
were required to attempt different 'looks' depending on the time of day
or based on the outfit we were wearing. I never noticed that girls are
not to wear dark red lipstick while wearing a swimsuit. We spent a lot
of time comparing lipsticks, trying to find the perfect match with our
prom dresses. Miss Johnson requested that we try matching our panties
with lipsticks as 'boys' like that kind of thing. Jack and I looked at
each other and smiled when she said that.
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