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Maid for the Job Chapter Six I woke feeling excited about the new day, and had grown so accustomed to my situation that I didn't even think about the oddity of what I was doing as I stepped into the corset and tightened it around my waist. The various actions of sliding stockings up my legs and clipping them on to suspender belts, clipping a bra behind my back and applying mascara and lipstick seemed to come naturally. Actions that were so obviously feminine and a scant two weeks ago were completely alien to me, were now becoming almost second nature, and I was keen to go to school to learn more. =#= As I arrived at school, the trepidation I had felt the previous week was gone, mainly because I was so keen to see Fran?oise again. As I got out of the car I almost forgot about the overnight bag and had started towards the building when my boss called me back and asked if I had forgotten anything! Aunt Mary was surprised when I turned up with a suitcase, but was pleased when I told here why. "Oh I am so glad you made friends with one of the other girls," she said with a smile on her face. "I'm sure you'll have so much fun tonight." It was an indication of how engrossed I was with the situation that the comment 'other girls' didn't even register, I was just keen to see Fran?oise. She was already in the classroom and smiled at me as I walked in. I started to say something to her, but she motioned not to, we were in school to learn, not to socialize apparently, and the first lesson was about to begin. Today's beauty lesson was focused around manicures. We were paired up, and each had to take it in turns to give each other a manicure including washing the hands, cleaning and shaping the nails, and finally painting them. I was disappointed that I would be losing the lovely Miracle Mauve nails I had, but not as disappointed as I was about the fact that I was paired with Richard and not Fran?oise. My first thought, bizarrely, was 'he's a boy; he'll know nothing about nails'! I offered to do his first and as I did so the pain in his eyes was evident. He was obviously not as easily swayed into this lifestyle as I was and was dreading every moment of it. I did think about letting him in on my secret in the hope that it might make him feel a little better, but I realised that we were in such different situations it wouldn't help. I tried to be kind to him and gave him a boyish manicure with a coat of the lightest varnish they had provided. Unfortunately, once his nails were set it was his turn to do mine. He made a complete mess of it and I went into break time distressed by the lumpy nail varnish that had been poorly applied to make my hands look like talons. I was not allowed to do anything about it in school and was upset by the fact that I would have to stay like that until I got home. Fran?oise was a gem, and as she sat next to me in the lounge, she held my hands and quietly whispered that the first thing we would do when we got back to her place would be to sort out my nails. That brought a smile to my face. As the second lesson was due to start, Fran?oise and I followed the rest of the students out of the lounge towards the classroom, but Angela, the maid, stopped us. "You two did such a good job last week on lunch, that Aunt Mary wants you to prepare the meal again today." We were overjoyed as it meant we could spend more time together just the two of us, and we missed on a lesson about maintaining upholstery! Lunch was again a major success with Spanish omelette and a souffl?. The only disappointing thing was that we were told we would definitely not be working on lunch together the following week as we had proven ourselves now and would not need to be tested again. I was just hoping next week's housekeeping task would be as much fun as cooking! After lunch I started to head towards the classroom with the other girls for the deportment lesson, but was once again told I had to follow Angela. Suspecting I was in for the same treatment as before, I followed meekly, and when she led me into the treatment room, I did not have to be told to remove my outer garments. A short time later, Aunt Mary entered the room to finding me sitting on the bed in corset, knickers and stockings as before. Once again I was required to stand up and parade around before her so that she could inspect me. As I did so, I could feel the weight of the breasts pulling on the skin of my chest and I was relieved to know that in a moment that weight would be gone, even if just for a short while. Aunt Mary seemed pleased with what she saw. She noticed that the corset was tighter than the previous week and mentioned it to me, praising me. This alarmed me somewhat as I had not consciously done it up any tighter than I had the previous week. I figured I must have been losing weight by not eating enough. Before I lay back down on the bed, she tightened it even further for me. At this rate, I thought to myself, I may need a new school dress! As before she injected the local an?sthetic under the edges of the breast forms to prevent any pain when removing them, and then started swabbing around the edges of the forms with the release agent. As she did so she chatted along, asking how the week had gone and how I was settling in. I gave pretty simple, monosyllabic answers as the awkwardness of the situation distracted me. She seemed disappointed but perhaps she understood. After a short while she was ready to remove the breast forms, and with a slight tug they came away, first one and then the other. "Oh my," she said, looking startled. "I didn't expect that." Alarmed, I said "What?", and following her gaze I looked down at my chest. Quite clearly, where the breast forms had been, there were two small, budding breasts, or at least what looked like breasts. "What?" I cried again, and this time she seemed to pick up on the alarm in my voice. "Well, it appears your skin has reacted to the moisturiser I used to clean your breast area last week." "Is it permanent?" I asked, with a hint of panic in my voice. "I shouldn't think so," she responded. "I'll just have to make sure I use a different moisturiser this week, and you'll have to take some medication to keep the swelling down." Putting the breast forms to one side, she cleaned around the area with a moisturiser. This time it didn't tingle like before, but as she wiped around the breast area, particularly the nipples, I could feel something I had not felt in that area before. Not sure what it was, I shut my mind to the feelings. Once she had cleaned the area, she decided that she couldn't put the same breast forms back on, and had to pick a different set that, although they were the same size, had hollowed out areas in the back, 'to release pressure on the inflamed area' she said. These forms had a different, firmer feel to my previous ones. Even so, once she had fixed them in place, she handed me my bra. Putting that back on, I looked down at my chest, and realised the only person who could tell the difference would be me because of the way they felt, they looked fine. As I was putting my blouse and dress back on, she reached onto a shelf and picked up a bottle of pills. "Now Stephanie," she said, handing the bottle to me. "You will need to take one of these with each meal to try to reduce the swelling. There should be enough for you until you come back here next week at three per day. If you feel any side effects, please contact me, but hopefully these will do something." Thanking her for her kindness, I finished buckling up my shoes and took the bottle from her. "It's probably best to put that in your handbag as soon as you get downstairs and you should start taking them tonight," she added. Once again, I returned to an empty lounge to await the end of the third lesson, and once again Fran?oise was the first in there asking what had happened. Just as before, before I could answer someone else walked in, this time Richard. After the break had finished we moved through to the classroom for our fashion lesson. This entailed watching videos of fashion parades, commenting on what we thought about what we had seen, and then starting what would be a long term project, planning our own Christmas themed collection. Our first task was to construct a mood board of different images that might help inspire us. We were given a large pile of magazines, some about fashion and other about Christmas, scissors, glue sticks and scrap books. I sat there happily going about the task, chatting to Clare and totally lost focus on the time, so when we were given the instruction to pack up, I couldn't believe the day had already come to an end. As we were packing up, Fran?oise brushed past me and smiled. Looking up into her eyes I smiled back, really looking forward to spending the night at hers. =#= Fifteen minutes later we were in her car heading home. She again asked me what had happened after lunch. All I said was that when I was receiving my 'medical', Aunt Mary had noticed some swelling and had given me some anti- inflammatory pills that I had to take with meals. She seemed to accept that explanation with no problems. Fran?oise lived in a large detached house, set back from the road with a U shaped drive. When we arrived there was no one at home so she took me straight up to her room. "Okay, what shall we do first; change out of our school gear or re-do your nails?" I suggested that if we changed first we could do the nails afterwards and she seemed happy with that explanation, and started undressing. "Where shall I change?" I asked, nervously. "Why here of course," she responded incredulously. Thankful that I had remembered to put on my support thong, I started to undress until both Fran?oise and I were standing there in our underwear, me in my corset and she in a beautifully matching bra and panty set in orange. She caught me looking at her underwear. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Yes," I responded, "It's beautiful." "I've got another set in peach. Would you like to borrow them? We need to get you out of that corset. You must relax now you're not at school or work." Without a hesitation, she went round behind me and started undoing my laces. I thanked her and then sat down on the edge of the bed to unclip my stockings. As I did so, she went over to her drawers, and turning around, held up the matching underwear set. "So, do you want to wear this set?" she repeated. I stammered a response, "No... I don't need to... I've brought spare underwear." "Nonsense," she responded. "You wear these and we'll be matching. You look like you're about the same size as me." I smiled back at her and caught the underwear she had thrown at me. I then realised I would have to remove the panties and bra I was currently wearing and she would surely notice the thong and false breasts. The fear inside me abated when she said she was going to the bathroom in her ensuite. That gave me just the time I need to swap underwear. Both her panties and bra fitted, although the bra was a little tight. When she returned, she came over and gave me a big hug and kiss. "Turn round." I did so, and so a reflection of two attractive young women standing side by side in matching underwear. I felt beautiful, she was beautiful, and at that moment, I felt I had made a real friend. But real friends tell each other their secrets. What would she say if I told her mine? Before I could think any further on this, she told me we need to get dressed as her mother would be returning shortly. I went to my bag and picked out the pink dress. Slipping it over my head, I did up the belt and turned to ask Fran?oise what she thought about it. She must have sneaked a look in my bag at school to find out what clothes I had packed, because when I turned round, she was standing there wearing exactly the same dress in a slightly different colour. Once again there was the excitement of 'being like sisters' but then she admonished me. "Didn't you're mother tell to always wearing stockings with a dress?" "No," I replied honestly. She frowned, then after rummaging through her drawers, she passed me a pair of nude hold ups that she had only worn once. As I sat down on the edge of her bed to roll them up my soft, smooth legs, she was reminded about the nail varnish disaster and no sooner had I finished, than she was kneeling in front of me with pads and remover at the ready. She didn't have 'Miracle Mauve' so she chose something completely different instead. As she knelt there applying the pink varnish, to match my dress, she told me a bit about her family. Her mother ran the clothing boutique that she worked in four days a week and her father was the French ambassador. They had moved over six months previously when her father had been given the job. I was thankful at this point that I had chosen to study French and not German at school. At least I might understand some of the conversation over dinner. =#= Dinner turned out to be a three course meal cooked by the family's resident home help. She came in during the afternoons and early evenings during the week to clean the house and prepare dinner. She was an excellent cook and the food was delightful. I needn't have been worried about conversing with Fran?oise's parents as both of them spoke excellent English. However, I was able to slip in a bit of French and I think that impressed them. After dinner, Fran?oise and I sat up with her parent's chatting while watching something on TV in their lounge until I was unable to stifle a yawn. "Oh dear, ma cherie," her mother asked, "are you a little tired?" "Oh I am sorry," I responded apologetically, "Yes I am a little tired. It was a busy weekend and has been a busy day. I'm sorry to be rude, but I think I'd like to turn in if I may." "But of course," she replied, at which point Fran?oise said she too was tired and would take me up to bed. I followed Fran?oise back to her room and went to pick up my bag. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Taking my bag to my room," I responded, having assumed that I would be staying in a guest room. "Oh no, no, don't be silly. You shall stay in here with me." As she said this, she waved her hand towards her king sized bed, and I had to agree that there was more than enough room for both of us. I also thought about how excited I was that she had suggested this, but tried not to display my excitement. Fran?oise stripped down to her underwear and headed off to the bathroom. I took off my dress, hold-ups and bra and slipped into the pyjamas I had brought with me. By the time I had finished, Fran?oise was out of the bathroom, ready for me to go in. She seemed to look slightly disappointed when she saw me, perhaps because I was wearing the pyjamas. Should I have gone for the nightdress? As I finished in the bathroom, making sure I took my first pill and removed my make-up fully, I turned the light off behind me and headed back into the bedroom. Fran?oise had turned all the lights to the room off, except the bedside lights, and was waiting in the bed with the duvet turned back motioning for me to get in. I slid into the bed beside her, incredibly self-consciously, and pulled the duvet over myself. "Are you okay," she said, looking at me quizzically. "Yes," I lied, "It's just that I've never been to a sleepover like this before." "Oh don't worry about that," she said, sliding towards me, "I couldn't have you sleeping on the floor, and why mess up another bed, when mine has already been used. Plus the fact," she added, holding my hand, "It will give us the chance to get to know each other." And with that she leaned towards me and kissed me. It was a short kiss to start with and she pulled away, but there wasn't much of a gap before she was back again. How could I refuse?! I returned the kiss. She leant back and smiled. "There we are. How does that feel?" I couldn't stop a smile coming to my face. If you had offered me the chance to be in this position at any point in my past, I would have bitten your hand off. I wouldn't have been so sure about the part where I had to be dressed as a woman, but right now I didn't mind. As these thoughts went through my head, Fran?oise stroked my cheek and held my gaze. "Are you happy with this?" she asked. I nodded and she leant in again, this time there were tongues. As our kisses became stronger, we slid down so we were both lying down and able to hold each other. For the second time that evening I was thankful I was wearing the support thong, although I could feel my thingy straining at the fabric. We started to caress each other's bodies through our nightwear. Fran?oise was wearing a beautiful black nightdress with white lacing around the cups. We played a game where one of us stroked the other in a particular way. If the other liked it, they stroked the first person back. Fran?oise started by stroking my back. When I responded, she moved on to my arm, then buttocks, squeezing and caressing all the time as she kissed me. As I caressed her buttocks, I could feel that she had taken her panties off. The caresses continued, breasts, belly, and inner thigh. It was only when she started to place her hand under my pyjama jacket that I flinched. She must have felt it because she sat back. "Too far?" she asked, looking disappointed. "Yes and no," I replied, and when she looked confused, I added, "you might just not find what you are expecting." She looked at me quizzically, but slowly slid her hand up inside my jacket again. We held each other's eyes, and as soon as she touched my 'breasts' she stopped. "They're fake?" "Yes," I responded. "Oh right," she said, and then continued with a comment that I never saw coming, "that's nothing to be ashamed of. I know lots of people who are flat-chested and need to wear falsies." She carried on stroking my breast and then looked at me mischievously before adding, "but mine aren't." I didn't need to be invited twice, and I slipped the strap of her nightdress off her shoulder to expose her breast, warm and soft to the touch. We continued exploring each others bodies, constantly kissing and caressing, but always avoiding the key area, until Fran?oise pulled back and turned away from me. Seconds later she turned back and said to me, "Have you ever used one of these before?" In her hand she held a vibrator. I was shocked and surprised and shook my head. "Don't worry, I have two," she added, and reaching over she picked up another, slightly larger one. "Which one do you want?" I stammered and stuttered and couldn't answer. "If you've never used one before, I guess you should have the smaller one," she said, passing it to me. Without thinking I reached out to take it from her and held this foreign item as if it were a bomb about to go off. "Don't worry," she said, "They're very easy to use. Just put a little lube on the top, lie back and enjoy it while you rub it on your clitoris." She could obviously see the look of shock on my face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Have I over stepped the mark? My mother did say English people were famously sexually repressed." I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't have her thinking it was her fault not after how nice she had been to me. "No, you haven't over stepped the mark, I have." "How so?" she asked. "By abusing your hospitality and leading you on." "How have you done that?" I was now in a position where there was only one possible way forward, no matter how uncomfortable. "Well, to be honest, the reason I cannot use this is because I don't have a clitoris." That surprised her into speechlessness. "And the reason I have fake breasts is not to improve my meagre bust, but because I don't have breasts." This next bit was going to be the hardest. "And the reason for both of these things is... because I am not a real girl, I'm a boy." I stopped, waiting for the shock, horror and revulsion, what I got was laughter! This really hurt and I turned away, as if to get out of bed and leave. "No, no, don't go," she said reaching out to grab my arm, "I know." I sat down, and glared at her, "What do you mean you know?" "I know, or have at least suspected as much since I first met you. I just wanted to force the issue into the open and the only way I could think of doing so was to suggest using a vibrator." "Why did you want to force the issue, to humiliate me?" "No, because I like you and I don't want to have secrets between us." "Doesn't it bother you that I'm a boy dressed as a girl?" "Not really, although I'm keen to know why, but firstly I want to see you naked." I felt nervous again and it obviously showed. "What's the problem? You've told me the big secret. I know what to expect." So I got out of bed and took off the pyjama jacket. Even though the breasts were fake she was impressed with their realism. I then removed my pyjama trousers and the panties she leant me to reveal the thong I was wearing. I looked towards her nervously and she nodded. With all the stress, my thingy had gone flaccid, but the situation had now changed and there was a certain frisson that was arousing my member, and as I dropped the thong, it sprang clear and there I was standing in front of her, naked other than the fake breasts, feeling ashamed. She climbed out of bed and walked over to me. Giving me and big hug and kiss, she said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Now get dressed and back into bed, and not the pyjamas, I saw that lovely nightdress in your bag." So slipping the nightdress over my head, I got back into bed with her and she snuggled up to me while I explained the whole story so far, not including the sexual bits as I thought that might be a step too far. When I had finished, she sat quietly for a while, absent mindedly stroking my tummy. "So, do you want to be a girl?" "Well, this is only meant to be for another two weeks. My initial contract was to work for a month. I can leave any time after that," I replied. "That's not what I asked. Do you want to be a girl? Do you enjoy all of this?" she said, waving her hand across my body from my hair do, past my breasts to my painted nails. I thought for a while before responding. "To tell you the truth, I was appalled to begin with, but I have become accustomed to the experience now. It doesn't seem odd that I have to put on a bra in the morning or wear make up. I am used to doing up buttons the wrong way. I'm even getting used to walking in heals." "You still haven't answered the question. Do you want to be a girl?" Again I thought for a while. Not only was this a question for Fran?oise, it was a question for me, one that I hadn't really asked myself. "Every one I have met since my change has accepted me. My boss and Aunt Mary have obviously forced the issue. My mother embraced her new daughter fully," and then looking straight at her, "and perhaps most importantly for me at the moment, you have accepted me. You, a beautiful woman who as I boy I would only have been able to dream about sharing a bed with, has accepted me as a girl, even though you knew, or suspected, that all was not as it seemed. Compared to Richard in our class, I feel lucky. When we were doing each other's nails earlier today, I even thought of him as a poor boy and not one of the girls, including myself as a girl. But do I want to be a girl, full time? That's a big question. I wonder what my father would think." "At the moment, what your father thinks is not the most important thing, it is what you think. Just answer me these simple questions. Do you enjoy wearing these pretty clothes?" "Yes, most of the time, the corset can get a bit uncomfortable." "Do you enjoy it when people pay attention to you like at the hair salon?" "Yes, it makes me feel special." "When you wake up in the morning, do you think, 'This is an odd thing to be doing', or do you naturally go about your day without a thought?" "Most days I don't even think about it." "And do you like making yourself look pretty for other people?" "Yes. It is nice to get positive comments." "Well it seems to me that you are increasingly comfortable with what is happening, and as you haven't handed in your notice yet, you still have a month to work for your boss, not two weeks like you said. I would say that whether or not you want to be a girl full time, at the moment you're enjoying it, so why stop." I reflected on her wisdom, but still, at the back of my head, was the question about what my father might think. "If it helps at all," she continued, "I am completely comfortable with the fact that you are not a real girl, but you can be assured that I will always treat you as a real girl." This snapped me back to the present, and I turned to face her. "Thank you," I said, looking her in the eye. "That means so much to me." As I said this, she leant towards me and kissed me again, and we lay down and explored each other's bodies freely this time, stroking and caressing without concern for any hidden secrets, and I felt more accepted than I had ever done before. As we held and caressed each other, the moment was gentle and peaceful, but I could feel the passion rising. Where was it going to end? Moments later, Fran?oise pulled back. "I'm feeling really horny, how about you?" I could only nod in response, not sure where she was going with this. After she said had said she would treat me as a girl, she was hardly going to have sex with me. "Mummy and daddy say I am not allow to have boys in my room, I guess they don't want me to get pregnant early, but girls aren't an issue," then, after she realised how that sounded, she added shyly, "not that there have been any other girls. So I ask you again, which of these do you want to use, the small one?" she said, holding up the vibrators again. I look confused, "But I don't have a vagina, I have a 'thingy'." "That's not the only hole you could use," she said smiling, and as I took the vibrator in my hand, she squirted a blob on lube on the top. "Now lie back and do what I do." We both lie on our backs and spread our legs wide, exposing our naked posteriors to the air. "Now, flick the switch at the end to turn it on, and in your own time insert it and find your spot. I know you don't have a G spot, but you do have a P spot which I hear can be quite as effective." And with that she fell silent. All I could hear was the sound of her vibrator until she started to moan as she hit the spot and caressed her own breasts, tweaking her nipples. I didn't feel I had a choice about what to do next. In a completely supportive and genuine way she was forcing me to do something I had never even dreamed of. Like yesterday morning's experience, I felt this was a threshold I was about to step over, and step over I did. Laying back and focusing on myself rather than what Fran?oise was doing, I flicked the switch at the end of the vibrator, and held it against the edge of my hole. The sensation caused an involuntary twitch, and the smooth shape of the vibrator slid easily into me. As the lube eased its progress, I could feel the shaft inside of me, and as it was not much wider than the tampons my boss had given me, it didn't feel uncomfortable. Pushing it in further, I suddenly hit what Fran?oise must have called the P spot and felt a shudder run through me. I then gave myself over to the moment embracing the experience, and as I manipulated the vibrator inside me, my other hand explored the rest of my body. I was completely lost to the outside world. I didn't hear Fran?oise come to climax. I didn't see her watching me. It was only when I felt her mouth close around my thingy that I remembered her being there. As I penetrated myself with the vibrator, she stroked my testicles and continued to suck on my thingy until I couldn't stop myself climaxing. Whether she had planned to or not, she took a full mouthful of my juices. When I had finished, I relaxed, and switching the vibrator off I left it in my hole. Fran?oise for her part moved up the bed next to me, and finding my mouth, shared my juices with me. As we lay there holding each other, she said "Now how was that." I just smiled. =#= I woke up curled up next to Fran?oise and realised the smile was still on my face. She totally accepted me and that meant so much to me. At that moment, I felt more feminine, and more loved, than I had ever done before. I lay there watching her until she awoke and I kissed her fully on the lips. She smiled back at me. Unfortunately, we could not laze about as she had to drop me off before she herself went to work. We showed together and then she dressed in some work clothes, while I put on my denim skirt and blouse, knowing that I would have to change into my day uniform when I got back to work. Over breakfast I felt we were getting some strange looks from her mother, but perhaps that was just me feeling nervous. Fran?oise had to remind me to take my medication, and then it was time to leave. As she pulled up it the drive of my house, I felt sorrow that the time we had had together was ending. Fran?oise, on the other hand, was full of joy. She looked at me and smiled, and reassured me that it would not be long until we could be together again, and that she would pick me up on Friday morning so we could go shopping together. She also pressed a small package into my hand and told me not to open it until I got back to my room. After waving goodbye to her, I let myself into the house. No one was around so I went up to my room to unpack my bag and get changed into my uniform. When I got there, I sat on the edge of the bed to look at the small package she had given me. It was a drawstring bag. I opened it up and tipped the contents onto the bed, out fell the vibrator I had used the night before, a tube of lubricant and a small piece of card with a smile drawn on it and a lipstick kiss. I held the card to my mouth and smiled. =#= After the recent excitement, the day turned out to be quite mundane. I cleaned the kitchen, placed the groceries order and prepared a menu for the rest of the week. My boss had left a note that she was planning a cocktail evening for the Saturday so I had to make sure I included everything needed for that in my planning. At lunchtime I remembered to take my pill, and I was ready with a cup of tea when my boss returned at four. She was very excited to her about what had happened at school and in the sleepover, although I did not go into full details. Once I had tidied up after dinner and all my chores were done, I decided to go to bed early because I was tired, or at least that's what I told my boss, really I wanted to play with my new toy. As I got ready for bed and took my third pill of the day, I realised that I felt a bit odd. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I put it down to feeling tired. By the time I got into bed, any thoughts of playing with the vibrator were long gone. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. =#= The following morning I awoke early feeling the full benefit of the long night's sleep and started the day with a luxuriant bath. My skin tingled all over as I slip into the hot, lavender scented water and the relief as the water carried my breasts was palpable. I hadn't realised that there was any pain there before, but now it was relieved, I realised there had been a dull ache. When I got out of the bath, I felt a real glow of femininity, and rather than wear my usual cotton bra and briefs, I decided to go for something a little slinkier. Even though I would be wearing my normal day uniform, there was no reason for a girl not to feel feminine beneath. At breakfast my boss seemed please with my appearance and demeanour and before she left for work, she checked that I had everything planned for the week. I asked if it would be alright for me to go shopping with Fran?oise on the Friday, and she agreed, as long as I kept my appointment to get my nails done and spent a girly evening with her on Thursday night. Wondering what she had planned for Thursday I agreed. After all, it was that or miss out on spending time with Fran?oise. She also asked about the pill that she saw me taking, and I reassured her that it was something Aunt Mary had 'prescribed' to reduce swelling. She asked me if everything was alright said and said she'd check with Aunt Mary. =#= As before, Darren rang the bell promptly at 10.00am. As I opened the door, he looked pleased to see me and complimented me on how I looked. I remembered what Fran?oise had said about getting positive comments. As before, I made him a cup of tea while he brought the items in, and I unpacked them while he drank his tea and, I'm sure, ogled me behind my back. This time it was me who broke of the conversation. "How are you for time? Haven't you got to be elsewhere for another appointment?" "Oh, not this week. I've manage to give myself double time to do your drop off because of the bigger load." "Oh," I responded, thinking this must be some kind of ruse. "Would you like another cup of tea?" He accepted the offer of the tea, and I suggested we go and sit in the lounge if he was going to be here longer. I handed him his tea and showed him to the lounge where I sat at one end of the sofa. I fully expected him to sit on the other side of the room, but he didn't, preferring to sit next to me instead. I felt nervous, but realised it was my fault; I shouldn't have suggested we move into the lounge. We continued to chat, getting to know each other until he said, "Is there something different about you from last week?" "Um no," I responded, then realising I had been to the salon, I added, "apart from my new hairstyle." "Maybe that's it," he continued, "I don't know. All I know is that you look even better than you did last week." And then he realised what he had said and started digging, "Not that you looked bad last week, it's just..." Without thinking about what I was doing, I shushed him, holding out my manicured finger to his lips, at which point he reached up and held my hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. An obvious look of shock must have crossed my face as he let go of my hand. "Sorry." "There's no need to be sorry," I replied, holding his hands, thinking what was I doing. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It was his turn to look shocked, and he quickly checked his watch, mumbled something about filling the van up and was out of the door like a flash. Part of me was disappointed; didn't he enjoy the kiss? The other part was pleased as I didn't now have to worry about where that kiss might have lead to. =#= The rest of the day passed uneventfully. After dinner my boss and I sat down to discuss the plans for Saturday's cocktail party, and as I headed off to bed, she complimented me. "Stephanie, I'm really impressed with how you're getting on both here and at school. Aunt Mary tells me you're doing really well. I can't wait to see what you come up with in your Christmas project." I thanked her and headed to bed thinking, 'Christmas is three months away, I wont be here then'. I had been working hard during the day and decided I needed a shower so I stripped off, including my satin underwear, and stepped under the hot water from the shower, making sure not to get my hair wet. The hot water tingled as it hit my body, particularly around the breast area where it seemed quite sensitive. Drying myself I slipped into a nightdress and lay back on the bed, looking at the vibrator on the bedside table. I thought of Fran?oise, and reaching over, I squirted a small amount of lube on the end then turned it one. With my knees up I could see my reflection in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe and as I brought the vibrator close to my hole, I could see my thingy getting harder. I watched myself push the buzzing vibrator into my hole until it hit my P spot and then I closed my eyes. The movement inside me was intensely arousing, and I couldn't help myself from closing my hand around my thingy and stroking it as it grew larger. I continued stroking as I lost myself in the moment, faster and faster as I moved the vibrator inside of me. Then, before I could do anything to prevent it, I shot my load, all the way up my nightdress onto my neck and chin and face. I continued stroking until my thingy had stopped gushing, and lay back, holding the still buzzing vibrator in my hole. Slowly I moved my hand to my mouth and licked the cum from my fingers. Once they were clean I explored with my tongue to see how much more I could get reach. Eventually I turned off the vibrator and sat up, carefully removing the soiled nightdress. Walking into the bathroom I cleaned both myself and the vibrator. Back in the bedroom, I left the vibrator on my bedside table, slipped into some clean nightclothes and jumped back into back. I was beginning to really enjoy this femininity and the taste of cum. =#= Thursday was girly night, and after the chores of the day, I was looking forward to changing into some more glamorous clothing as my boss had said I could choose anything from her 'spare' wardrobe. I kept my underwear plain during the day as I really wanted to relish the difference between being treated as a servant and a glamorous friend. Before my bath, I choose a long green satin dress with narrow straps rather than sleeves. It was only when I got back to my room that I realised I would have to wear the dress without a bra as the straps on all my bras were too wide and I didn't have a strapless bra. Laying back in the bath, I again relished the relief on my breasts, and thought ahead to what the evening might hold. I knew we were having Thai food, but after that. Would she want to be 'filled' again like last week? Would she want to 'fill' me with her dildo? What would that be like? These thoughts alarmed me to begin with, but then I reasoned to myself that I did enjoy the vibrator, so how different would a dildo be, not that I was going to suggest it. I dressed in black, satin suspender belt and panties before stepping into the dress and pulling it up my body. Slipping the straps over my shoulders and doing the side zipper up, I realised that this was the first time I had dressed as a woman without a bra. It felt strange but not unpleasant. At least my falsies were firm enough not to sag. My boss, or Martha as I was allowed to call her on these evenings, was very impressed with my choice of attire and instructed me to sit in the lounge as she prepared me a G&T. This time I had less of the nervousness of last week, but I still waited for her to make the first move. As we sat next to each other watching some drivel on the box, I felt her hand on my thigh, rubbing one of the clasps of my suspender belt. I reached over with my free hand to stroke her thigh, and noticed that she too was wearing suspenders and stockings. As I reached over, I put my glass down and went to plant a kiss on her lips. She met the kiss and then pulled back. "My, my, you're not shy in coming forward are you? Where's the hesitant girl from last week? Is this all down to Fran?oise?" I blushed and sat back. "Oh, don't worry yourself. As I said last week, we are just two glamorous girls enjoying their time together. If you want to kiss me go ahead. I'm just pleased that you seem to be embracing the situation more fully." As my blush receded, I smiled a little. "Well, go on then," she continued, "what are you waiting for?" I need no second invitation as I leant in closer and parted her lips with my tongue. She was keen to respond. The kiss was interrupted by the arrival of dinner, which turned out to be fantastic. After dinner, we continued to watch TV for a bit, sitting close to each other on the sofa. Although she had said I could kiss her, I was not going to suggest anything else, and it was sometime later, after a little more kissing and stroking that she suggested moving up to my room. I offered to tidy up the dishes, and she said see would meet me in there. When I arrived in my room, she was sat on the edge of my bed wearing a baby doll nightdress with matching French knickers. She looked stunning. But it was not her who caught my eye, it was what she was holding in her hand; the vibrator. "What's this then, do we have a new toy?" I gulped and then explained that Fran?oise had leant it to me. "Have you used it?" she asked. Blushing again, I admitted I had. "Did you enjoy it?" I slowly nodded, and then in a panic looked around for evidence of the dildo. There was none! As a pang of relief shot through me she stood up and came over to me. "Well that changes my plans a little for tonight," and saying that she grabbed my head and kissed me full on the mouth. "Now, let's get you out of this dress before it get's crumpled." She undid the zip and I let the dress fall to the floor before climbing out of it and hanging it up. As I stood there wearing only stockings, suspender belt and panties, she came over to me again and pulled me closer to her. Giving me another kiss, she knelt down and pulled down my panties, giving my thingy a little kiss as it sprung clear. As she stood up again, it became clear that I was expected to repay the favour, and knelt down to remove her knickers, placing a gentle kiss on her mound as I did so. "Now, on the bed," she said. When I was lying on my back, she lubed the vibrator and passed it to me. "Now show me how you use it." I switched it on and slowly inserted it. A large smile crept over her face as she watched me as I clearly enjoyed it. "Now you stay exactly where you are and let's see if you can multi-task. Can you pleasure yourself and me at the same time?" I wasn't sure what she meant until she climbed onto the bed and sat astride me. Looking up I could see right up her baby doll, past her mound to her breasts, but it was her mound that I was to be interested in. She lowered herself slowly onto my mouth and then I had no choice but to use my tongue to pleasure her. To begin with I forgot to continue pleasuring myself and she obviously noticed as she pointed it out. In all fairness, it was difficult to do both things at the same time, and before long I was in a rhythm that was bringing moans of pleasure from Martha and enjoyment for myself. Eventually I felt her bucking on me as I brought her to a climax. Seconds later, I felt myself reach climax, and I could feel my semen spurting all over my stomach, and probably her back as well. As we both relaxed, she climbed off me and removed her baby doll. Standing there naked, she watched me, waiting for me to start cleaning myself up. I turned off and removed the vibrator and licked my hand clean. Satisfied, she put her knickers back on and picked up her night dress. Looking at me with a strange smile she said, "Interesting," and then a moment later, she bid me goodnight. Not entirely sure what she meant by 'interesting', I finished cleaning myself and then got back in bed, already looking forward to a day with Fran?oise. To be continued...