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Chapter Five - Where Do I Stand? Or, My Week Of Longing The morning after my embarrassing ordeal serving as maid to Grace and her lover, Carl, I awoke, showered for work, and as I did so, I washed the soiled yellow panties. I washed them because I wanted them to be clean for the next day. There was no doubt that I was going to wear the pink pair under my trousers that day. No doubt. Wearing Grace's panties made me think of her - think of the pleasure she permitted me to bring to her. There was something naughty and forbidden about me wearing her panties - that she gave me to wear - "just in case." Just in case I wanted to, she'd suggested. She knew I would. She'd be in touch. Throughout the day I constantly thought of Grace. Each time I did, I remembered that I was wearing her panties. Each time I remembered I was wearing her panties I'd twitch and get a little hard. I felt the dampness from the steady leakage caused by my near constant state of arousal. Around 3 p.m. Monday, I couldn't stand it any longer. I called her on her cell phone. I got her answering message. I left a stupid message, "Hi, just thinking of you. Call me." Yes - I was just thinking of her. Just thinking of her because I was wearing her pretty pink panties that she gave me to wear. Just thinking of her because all I could think of was my tongue inside of her beautiful pussy. But she didn't call me back. I tried to keep my mind on my work, but it was difficult. I went home and took off my clothes, except Grace's panties. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I noticed the stubble on my legs. It felt weird. I stripped the panties off and went to my bathroom. Turning the shower on hot, I stepped inside and lathered up, cleansing myself and letting some of the stress of the day melt away. As I washed my legs I felt the stubble again. I don't know why, but I made a decision. I stepped out to my vanity and grabbed my razor and shaving cream. I stepped back inside of the shower and stood just out of the water and lathered my legs. I then carefully shaved them smooth again. Next, I did the same thing to my underarms. I loved the smooth feeling. I then rinsed and turned off the shower. I put the pink panties back on, wearing only a tight-fitting t-shirt. I then went about my evening, constantly checking my reflection in the mirror every chance I got, getting turned on by my legs stretching out below my snug t-shirt. I slept dressed that way. In the morning, I washed the pink panties and put the yellow pair on. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except I didn't call Grace. I'd called her once. She was either going to call me, or she wasn't. Wednesday was the same. As was Thursday. And each evening, when I got home from work, my routine was the same. All I did was think of Grace - of pleasing Grace. And I put myself in the mood to think of her by wearing her panties and doing what I knew she'd like me to do - keep myself looking smooth and - and, well, feminine. By mid-day Friday I'd given up hope of hearing from Grace. She was obviously disappointed in how I'd behaved Sunday, and she was moving on. I'd failed to measure up for the most intoxicating woman I'd ever been with. I was sitting in a meeting with my firm team when my Blackberry vibrated. I snuck a peek and my heart nearly stopped. It was an email from Grace. "Are you wearing them?" the message read. Hiding my Blackberry in my lap, I carefully responded, "Yes." Vibration - "Which color?" "Pink." Vibration - "Oooh! I like that! You?" "Yes." Vibration - "Have you been thinking of me?" "Yes." Vibration - "Want to see me?" "Yes." Vibration - "Tonight?" "Yes." Vibration - "Meet me at Rinaldi's? Eight?" "Okay." Vibration - "See you then baby." "Okay." Wow! I was so excited I could barely pay attention to the meeting. Thankfully it didn't last much longer. As soon as the meeting broke, I returned to my office and started wrapping things up. I hurried home to take a shower and get ready for my date with Grace. My date with Grace that she'd asked me out on. She wasn't done with me yet! When I walked up to my house, a package addressed to me was on my doorstep. There was no indication who had sent the package. I took it inside and tore off the wrapping. When I opened the box, there was a note lying on top of the pink, scented tissue paper covering the contents of the box. The note read simply, "For tonight. You may wear your clothes, but no socks." When I pulled back the tissue I discovered several items of women's lingerie. I knew what Grace expected of me. Would I do it? You're damned right I'd do it. All I could think of was pleasuring her and I wasn't about to do anything to make her angry or disappointed in me. I went to my bedroom and laid the matching items and accessories out on the bed. I then got in the shower and washed, including a fresh, close shave, all over. After drying off I went back in my room and surveyed the lingerie Grace had sent for me. First, I pulled the red, lacy thong up my legs and nestled my penis inside. Then, I pulled the pink and red, open-bottomed girdle up my legs and worked it up until it fit smoothly and snugly around my waist. It felt tight, but I supposed girdles were supposed to feel that way. I then picked up the matching bra and fastened it in front and turned it around, slipping my arms under the straps. Next came the stockings - red with a seam up the back. I gathered the first one into a bunch and fit my toe inside, carefully pulling it up my thigh, making certain that the seam was straight. I then clipped the top to the six suspender clips dangling from the girdle. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking. Last came the pink slip. When it settled over my shoulders I got goose bumps from the lightweight, satiny nylon. My cock twitched, although it didn't move much due to the constriction of the girdle. I selected a pair of grey trousers and a black mock turtle neck to go over the feminine attire. I slipped on a pair of black loafers and a Harris tweed sports coat. I stood before my mirror to see if I could see the outline of lingerie under my clothes. I didn't think anyone would be able to tell at the restaurant. Rinaldi's was a fairly dark place. I hoped no one would be able to see my ankles and realize I was wearing red stockings. I left in plenty of time to not be late. In fact, this time, I was early. I was sipping on a glass of red wine when Grace walked in. She had reserved us a private table on the far side of the restaurant, so I got to watch her approach the table. And I got to see all of the male patrons' heads turn, some carefully so their girlfriends wouldn't notice them staring, but they all were getting a look at Grace. And who could blame them? She was a goddess! She was wearing a dazzling dress that hugged her curves. The fabric was sewn from blue and silver metallic thread, causing her to sparkle in the light as she approached me. She was wearing tall high heels, making her tower over everyone around her. Forgetting that by standing, I was demonstrating how Grace towered over me in heels, I nonetheless stood as she approached, proud for everyone in the restaurant to know she was dressed as she was for me - that she was my date. I also didn't even think about the fact that, as I stood, I was wearing a full set of women's lingerie under my clothing. Grace leaned in to me and gave me a firm, lingering, kiss on my lips. When she broke, I felt as though my lips were covered in lipstick. I went to wipe it off and she gave a quick shake of her head, signaling for me to leave it. And so I did. I held her chair as she sat. She ordered a glass of chardonnay and then smiled at me. We said nothing for a few minutes. As we sat looking at each other, I suddenly felt her toes slipping up my pant legs. Her stocking covered toe rubbing against my calf was extremely sensuous. Grace smiled and said, "Very good Danni. You passed your first test." My first test? "Er, ah, I'm gl, glad. What test was that?" Ignoring my question, she asked, "Do you feel pretty Danni?" "Pr, pre, pretty?" I asked, trying to pretend I didn't know what she meant. She smiled slyly. "Yes sweetie. Pretty. In your undies." "I, I, gu, guess so," I stuttered, hating myself for not protesting her suggestion. "I can't wait to see you in them," she teased. "I'm going to fuck your lights out tonight Danni," she said calmly and nonchalantly. "What do you think of that?" My cock was trying to stir inside of the tight girdle Grace had me wearing. "Er, ah, th, that sounds really nice?" I managed to get out, embarrassed at how forward she was behaving in public. The waiter interrupted her teasing to take our order. Dinner was delicious, although it was difficult for me to focus as Grace maintained a steady undertone of sexual tension in the air, with little double entendres and by constantly rubbing her toe up my stocking-clad calf. When the waiter brought our bill, Grace quickly snatched it, "I've got this Danni. You can pay me back later," she added with a wicked grin, and an even more wicked tone. When we rose to leave, I immediately felt embarrassed as she towered over me by a few inches. I knew I was going to have to walk past everyone in the restaurant, looking small next to Grace. As she walked out, she whispered to me, as if she could read my mind, "If you were wearing heels, I wouldn't be taller than you." I couldn't think of a quick response and so I just laughed nervously. "Don't worry though Danni," she added as an aside. "You'll be wearing heels soon enough." Again, I could not speak. I was beginning to develop a sense of dread about the rest of the evening. I was worried about what she had in mind. But, then again, she had promised that she was going to, what was it she'd said? 'I'm going to fuck your lights out tonight Danni.' That was it. So I tried to just prepare myself to go with whatever she had in mind. When we got inside of her apartment, she immediately grabbed me and began kissing me with an intensity that outstripped any I'd ever experienced. She then turned her back to me and told me to help her out of her dress. I didn't hesitate as I grabbed her zipper and pulled it down. I then pulled the sleeves off of her shoulder and helped her step out. She was wearing black lace panties and a matching push-up bra that lifted her large breasts invitingly upward. Grace then turned her attention to me, slipping my jacket off of my shoulders. She pulled my shirt over my head and smiled hungrily as she revealed my pink slip. She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants, dropping them to the floor. I stood before her, now clad only in lingerie - lingerie that she'd picked out especially for me. "It's a little cool Danni. I'm going to get a robe," she said as she walked into her bedroom. A moment later, her hand appeared out of her door. Dangling from her fingers was a pair of black, spiked high heels. She dropped them and then her hand disappeared inside of her room. Needing no further explanation, I picked them up and slipped them on my feet. It had been a week since I'd worn heels. I can't explain it, but somehow, putting them on felt natural - almost second nature. I immediately felt sexier. Grace had been right earlier when she'd said I'd soon be in heels. When Grace reappeared, she was wearing a sheer, white robe that barely covered her ass. She approached me and pulled out my bra cups, deftly slipping a pair of breast forms inside each one. She then went out to the patio and laid back on a recliner. I followed her, standing over her in my lingerie. Grace smiled and let her legs fall apart. She beckoned me with her finger. Without speaking, she made clear what she expected of me. She may have promised to 'fuck my lights out,' but it appeared that I was going to have to pay her back for dinner first. That was all right though. I didn't mind. I willingly kneeled between her thighs and kissed her softly. I set about making her feel better than she'd ever felt. I was going to do everything I could to win back her affection and make her forget the way I'd behaved the last time we were together. I licked her slit with a long, soft, wet tongue stroke. She tensed up and squeezed my head between her thighs. She began letting out soft moans and sighs. I drove my tongue deep inside of her. As I increased the tension, she became more vocal. "Oh Danni!" she sighed. "Yes! Yes! Suck my pussy my sweet little sissy!" I stopped when she said it. She'd used that word again. She called me a sissy. She grabbed my head and pulled me back. "Don't stop!" she ordered. "Make me cum honey. Make me cum!" She forcefully held my face against her crotch, now driving her furry muff against my mouth. She was humping me and just then I felt the rush of liquid as she let loose a torrent of girl juice all over my face. "Suck it Danni. Swallow my cum sissy! Suck my juice!" I was lapping her succulent slit with all my might, doing my best to swallow all of her cum. I didn't realize that a woman could have such a wet orgasm. Her release this time was much thinner than the previous week, but it was flowing freely nonetheless. I couldn't wait for my opportunity to make love to her tonight. My penis was throbbing with arousal. This time I was determined to make it something special - something she would want to do again and again. Hopefully, I'd satisfy her as much as Carl had last Sunday. Finally, Grace relaxed, spent from her exertion. She let loose the pressure she was exerting upon my head. She smiled at me. "Oh my God! That was very good Danni," she sighed. I smiled, happy that she was pleased. "Are you ready for me to fuck you now?" Still on my knees, my face between her thighs, I looked upward and grinned. "Oh yeah," I answered, anxious to be on the receiving end of pleasure. "I'm ready." Teasing me she asked, "Are you really ready Danni? Because I'm really going to fuck you tonight. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Are you sure you're ready?" I was becoming more accustomed to Grace's aggressive nature. And I was beginning to like it. When we were alone, it was easier to accept the subservient role she seemed to want me to occupy. It was nice not having to be in charge. And I was really ready. I was sooo ready. I honestly don't think I'd ever been as hard as I was right then. Still, it was with some trepidation and worry that I replied. "I, I'm re, ready," I answered. "Okay then. I want you to listen to me closely. Go into my bedroom, take off your slip, and lie down on my bed and wait for me. I'll be there in a few moments. And Danni?" she added. "There is a blindfold next to the bed. Put it on." Blindfold? She wasn't going to let me look at her while we made love? I was disappointed, but I wasn't going to question her now. At each step we took, Grace had a way of making me worry about what she was up to. Her sex play was beyond anything I'd ever experienced or contemplated. When I entered her room I found that she had done some preliminary preparations. There were candles everywhere, the light flickering on the walls and ceiling - reflecting in the mirror. Next to the bed was a dark red, satin sleeping mask. I removed my slip, put the mask on, and then laid back on the satin pillow and waited. And waited. It seemed like forever before I heard Grace enter the room. By the time she arrived, my erection had subsided. I could sense her standing over me. "Danni?" she called out to me softly. "Yes?" I replied meekly. "Are you ready for me to fuck you my love?" "Yes," I answered. "I have some questions that I need to ask you before we begin tonight? Okay?" "O, o, okay," I responded nervously. "Will you trust me tonight Danni? Will you give yourself to me willingly?" I didn't know why she was asking me that, but I was so hot for her that I would do anything she asked, so I answered, "Y, ye, yes Grace. I trust you. I'll give myself to you willingly." "Very well," she whispered. "No more speaking from you, unless I ask a question or tell you to speak. Understand?" "Ye, yes," I replied. "Very good. All I want from you tonight Danni is for you to submit. Just trust and submit." As she whispered "submit" the last time, she grabbed my right wrist and pulled it over my head. Suddenly, I felt her slipping it inside of a loop and pulling it snug. She then took my left hand and secured it. She asked me if the binds hurt. In a trembling voice I told her no. I felt her climb onto the bed next to me. I could feel her breathing over me just before she kissed me. The kiss was soft, yet firm, and sensuous. As she kissed me, sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth, she grabbed my breasts, massaging the false mounds she'd made me wear. I could actually feel her rubbing and squeezing them, almost as if they were real. And I liked it. Relaxing under her touch - submitting - I sighed. "You like that, don't you sissy?" she whispered firmly. Sissy. That word again. "I'm not a sissy," I protested. "Not a sissy?" she challenged me. "That's funny," she said. "Tell me Danni - what are you wearing?" I was suddenly uncomfortable with her game. "You made me wear these clothes," I protested. "We'll get to that," she said. "But tell me sweetie, what are you wearing?" She continued to massage my breasts while I began to talk. "Yo, you know what I, I'm we, wearing." I was not going to cave in on this. I was not what she said I was. "I want to hear you describe it for me luv. Go on - tell me." I wanted to make love to her so badly, but I didn't want to go along with this. Why was she making me do this? She was silent. Finally, I spoke. "I'm wearing lingerie." Silence. "I'm wearing lingerie you bought for me." Silence. She was making me work it out on my own - what I had to say. "I'm wearing a red, lacy thong. And a pink and red, open-bottomed girdle and red stockings attached to garter clips. And a red lacy bra." "Very good," she finally spoke again. "Are those boys clothes?" "N, no," I admitted. "What kind of clothes are they?" she asked. "Gi, gir, girls'," I stuttered. "That's right!" she exclaimed, as though an amazing breakthrough in understanding had been reached between us. "They are not men's clothes! And yet, here you are, a male, wearing girls' underthings. And looking very pretty I might add. Don't you think they are pretty?" I knew what she expected me to say, but I resisted. "Hmmm," she contemplated. "Perhaps you should take them off. And go home. Is that what you want? To take off your pretty girls' clothes and to go home - alone?" she asked, as she reached down and stroked my penis through the thin nylon thong. I immediately protested, "No! I don't want to leave!" "So you want to wear the pretty girly underwear?" "Ye, yes," I relented. Anything to make love to her. Anything! "And is anyone making you wear the pretty lingerie?" "N, no," I told her. I knew that was what she wanted to hear. "No." "So you want to dress in pretty girly underclothes?" "Yes," I answered, desperate for her to continue. "I need you to convince me Danni. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to do anything," she said teasingly. Grace was really playing hardball. My penis was throbbing with desire. I wanted her so badly. I couldn't resist her. I gave in. I admitted how I felt to her. I told her that I loved wearing panties. That I loved wearing high heels. That I loved the feeling of huge breasts weighing upon my chest. I loved the pull of stockings tugging at my garter clips. I told her that I wanted to be her girl. And to wear whatever she wanted me to wear. Anything to make her happy. When I finished, an odd quietness settled upon the room. Though I wore a blindfold, I could almost see Grace looking down at me, lovingly, fondly, admiring her sweet little sissy girl. I knew it then, though I didn't want to believe it. But I knew then I was her sissy girl. The next thing that happened was she kissed me on my forehead. Then she kissed me on my cheeks. Then my mouth. Finally, she spoke. "Okay, Danni," she whispered in my ear as she nibbled on my lobe. "You've convinced me. I hope there will be no further protests. Will there?" "N, no," I promised. "There better not be," she added, with emphasis on "better." She stroked her fingernails along my cock again through the nylon thong I wore. I immediately responded to her touch. "You like that too, don't you? "Yes. I do." "And you want more?" "Yes!" I urgently begged. "Then you'll follow the rules?" "Rules?" "Yes. Rules. Tonight, you have to be my little sissy. At least, you do if you want me to fuck your lights out. Can you follow the rules? Do you want me to fuck your lights out?" I thought about it. I was so hard I thought I was going to explode. Finally, I caved. "Okay," I said, committing to her game. "I'll follow the rules." "Good," she declared. "Let's start over then." "Okay," I replied. "Oh, and Danni?" "Yes?" "No more words unless I ask you a question. And then, consider your response. The wrong response could mean the end. Do you understand?" "Yes," I replied. "Can you say, 'Yes ma'am?'" "Yes ma'am." "Very good Danni." She continued to gently stroke my penis through the nylon thong with her fingernails. I twitched under her gentle touch. She kissed me gently. "Mmmm," she sighed. "You are such a sweet kisser Danni," she whispered. "Just like a girl. Like a sissy girl. Did you know that you kiss like a girl Danni?" "No ma'am." "Well you do. I want you to be my little girl. Will you be my little sissy girl tonight?" I thought about what she was asking. It was just a game. It was just a game. I wasn't really a sissy. It was just a game. "Yes ma'am," I replied, my erection controlling my mind. "Good answer Danni," she approved. I felt her release my penis from the confines of the thong. Then I felt her lips wrap softly around the head. She sucked me deep inside of her mouth. She pulled off and asked, "Do you like having your cock sucked?" "Yes ma'am?" "So you like sucking cocks?" "N, no ma'am," I answered insistently. Where did that come from? Why did she ask me that? "Oh? All girls suck cock Danni. You're my girl aren't you? My sissy girl all dressed in pretty, sexy lingerie?" I hesitated. Why was she making me say these things? "Well?" she asked. "Are you my little sissy girl tonight? Who I'm going to give the fuck of her life tonight?" Well, when she put it that way, I answered, "Yes ma'am." "So you want to suck cock?" "Er, ah, y, yes ma'am," I replied, starting to understand the rules of her game. "Tell me then." "Ma'am?" "Tell me Danni. Tell me you want to suck cock." "I, I wa, want to, to su, suck c, co, cock." "Oooh, really?" she exclaimed. "Then you need to ask sweetie!" What was she talking about? I didn't respond. She slipped her mouth over my cock again. When she withdrew she insisted, "Ask me Danni." "M, may I su, suck c, cock?" "Hmm," she whispered. "You need to do better than that. I want you to convince me. I'm not sure you really mean it," she laughed mockingly. She sucked my penis down her throat, all of the way. It felt incredible. No woman had ever done that to me before. Without thinking I said, "Pl, please, Grace, I want to suck cock." She lifted off of me. "More Danni! Beg!" she ordered. "Please, please Grace!" I begged with conviction as she went back down on me. "Please let me suck cock. I need cock! I want to suck a dick!" I couldn't believe I'd said it so forcefully, but I did. I meant it. She had me so aroused at that point I'd have said anything for her to keep doing what she was doing. Instead, she stopped sucking me. "Okay then Danni. Here's your chance lover." I felt her climbing up my chest and toward my face and then I felt it hit me on the cheek. Something solid and soft brushed against my lips. "Suck my dick sissy," Grace whispered. "Suck my fat cock my sweet little sissy girl," she said as she pressed the thick head of a rubber cock against my lips. I resisted at first. This wasn't what I wanted. I was just playing her game. I held my lips together. She pushed harder. "Suck my dick Danni!" she hissed. "Suck it!" I opened my mouth to protest and as I did she rammed it inside. I had a cock in my mouth and she wasn't going to take it out. In an effort to breath, I sucked on it. And then, as if a hidden instinct suddenly emerged, I began sucking it. In earnest. I began sucking on that cock as if I was born to suck cock. As I became swept away in the eroticism of having a large phallus shoved down my throat, Grace began encouraging me. "Yes sissy! Yes! Suck my dick! Suck it my little cock whore!" The more she urged me, the more I sucked it. Grace began driving in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth. I was completely absorbed in the act of sucking dick. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then, Grace spoke to me again. "Mmmm," she sighed. "I bet you wish it were a real cock, don't you?" I was so lost in the act I could only nod my head in agreement as I continued to suck her dildo. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait for you to suck a real dick Danni! To watch you swallow a real man's seed. Won't you love that?" What was she saying? She didn't really mean for me to suck a real cock?! To be a qu, qu, queer? I shook my head no. But I kept sucking the cock. Suddenly, she stopped fucking my mouth. She stopped with the cock halfway in my mouth, so I couldn't speak, could only breath through my nose, and said to me, "Do you want me to stop?" I considered her question. And her tone. I shook my head no. "Soooo," she said, and then went silent. I lay underneath her, my mouth stuffed with a dildo, and mumbled, "I waunnnttt to succkkk a rreewall ccooock." She was silent again. I could feel her glaring down at me. When she spoke, in a measured, deliberate tone, she said, "It sounds like you might be a sissy. What do you think?" I didn't want to answer. I said nothing. I wanted her to fuck me, but I didn't want to admit what she was asking. "Are you?" she asked. No response. She gave a little jab down my throat with the cock as she asked, "Are you a sissy cocksucker Danni?" I felt my eyes tearing up as I began to silently cry. Thank goodness for the blindfold. I nodded my head and mumbled, "Yeeaff. Uh mm." "You are what?" she asked, as she momentarily pulled the dick from my mouth. Damn her! Damn her! "I am, a si, si, sissy co, co, cocksucker," I blurted it out. "And?" she encouraged me to continue. "And, I wa, want to suck a re, real di, dick," I cried. She drove the large, thick, cock back down my throat. "Well, I'll have to see what I can do about that," she said. "I want to make you happy Danni. I really do. But for now, I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand?" Fuck me? How? Then it hit me. She was going to fuck me! When she'd said earlier she was going to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before, she meant it literally. I couldn't speak with my mouth stuffed with dick. A renewed sense of panic swept over me. But I felt helpless - and I did understand - so I nodded yes. "Okay," she said, and I could almost feel her smiling her approval. She pulled the cock out of my mouth. I lay there helpless, my jaw sore from having the large dildo spreading my mouth wide, arms tied over my head. She lifted my legs over my head, holding them out wide, and pulled the thong out of my ass crack. I felt her press the wet cock - the cock that I'd made wet - against my rosebud and begin slowly, but deliberately, pushing it forward until I felt it break past my opening. When she did, I moaned involuntarily. "Did you like that sissy?" Grace asked. "Mmmm," was all I could muster. It hurt. "Tell me then." I was lost in the fantasy by then. I know, it wasn't a fantasy. It was really happening, but it was just a sex game - a kinky sex game I was going along with solely to please Grace. "Fuck me Grace. Please fuck me with your big fat dick," I told her what I knew she wanted to hear. She didn't have to walk me through it any longer. I understood her rules. Grace drove it deeper inside of me and then slowly pulled back until I begged her to fuck me more. She then slid it in even deeper. She went back and forth until she had managed to get the entire cock completely inside of me. Then she stopped, holding it inside of me. "Danni?" she asked quietly. "Yes ma'am?" I answered. "I'm going to remove your blindfold." I felt a sudden panic. No! Then she'd be able to see my eyes! Then she'd be able to see how I was responding to her! She'd know for sure then that, that, that I wasn't just going along. That I was really enjoying what she was doing. I shook my head no. "Yes," she insisted. "I am. I want you to watch me fuck you - your first time." My first time?! She reached down and pulled the blindfold off, returning me to the tongues of light flickering from the candles in her room. I didn't want to look her in the eye. I was embarrassed - lying on my back in lingerie, my legs spread wide and my butt stuffed full with a huge, synthetic cock. But Grace wasn't going to let me off easy. "Danni," she said. "Look at me Danni. Look me in the eye while I fuck you." Slowly, feeling like a beaten, well, sissy, I turned my eyes to hers. I felt so ashamed for her to see me like this. I know that sounds strange, given that she made me that way. But I knew that I could have walked away before things got this far - and I didn't. And I knew why too. That's why I was ashamed. Part of me enjoyed what was happening. How else could the erection I boasted be explained? She then began fucking me - slowly at first. She plunged deep inside of me two times, taking long, slow strokes. As she did, my body tensed, absorbing the energy from having my insides filled with her cock. "Do you like that sissy?" she asked. "That's what a real cock feels like. Not like a tiny little sissy penis. Right?" 'No!' I thought. I didn't have a tiny little penis. I refused to admit that! Grace saw my resistance and persisted. "Is your little penis - the one I could barely feel inside of me - as big as the one I'm fucking you with Danni?" "N, no," I conceded. But hers was fake! "You should see Carl's," she said with a dreamy tone. I didn't respond. "Maybe you will," she threatened. I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. What I wanted, and I raised my pelvis a little to coax her onward, was for her to fuck me. "Oh my!" she giggled. "Little sissy wants it?" "Yes!" I pleaded. "I want it!" "Who has a tiny little penis?" Fuck! "Me!" "Who has a big cock?" "You!" "Do you want a tiny little penis no one can feel? Or a nice thick cock that a woman can wrap her lips and pussy around?" God! I couldn't believe the words were escaping my lips. "I want a big, fat cock, like yours - not a tiny little penis like mine." "Oh Danni, when you talk dirty, it gets me so horny," she said as she began fucking me harder. Suddenly, I felt myself getting ready to erupt. I was going to cum from being fucked! Grace wasn't even touching my penis and I could feel it getting ready to erupt. I began moaning and begging for Grace to fuck me harder. I became lost in the moment. We were gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Grace looked at me with a savage stare that told me she was in total control. I looked back at her with a loving sense of fulfillment at her domination of me. I lost track of how long she fucked me. I only knew that I was screaming in pleasure and submission to her force. Suddenly, I felt it release and I began cumming like I never had before. Grace caught it in her hand and before I knew what was happening she was forcing her hand inside of my mouth, making me suck my sperm off of her fingers. And I didn't resist. I sucked her sperm-covered fingers voraciously as she continued to fuck me until she had her own orgasm. When she was satisfied, she pulled out of me and released my legs, allowing them to rest on the bed, her lying on my chest, between my thighs. Grace reached over my head and released my hands from their bindings. We held each other in a loving embrace. Soon, we both fell off to sleep, Grace nuzzled against me from behind, her large synthetic cock pressed between my thighs.. When I awoke the next morning I was, once again, alone in Grace's bed. It took me a few moments to flash back on the previous night, and what Grace had done to me. My reaction was complicated. On one hand, I was embarrassed and ashamed, but on the other, I still felt a tingly sense of fulfillment. I wondered where Grace was. I rolled over and saw, lying on the nightstand by the bed, the culprit from the night before, still attached to its' harness. It was then that I saw that it was double ended. One end was a large, fat, lifelike cock - the end that I'd sucked and that had filled my ass. The other end was a curved cock- shaped extension that fit into the pussy of the wearer. Now I understood how Grace was getting so much pleasure from fucking me. All the force she applied to me caused a corresponding compression of pleasure for herself. My jaw hurt, and I felt sore down there. Grace had really done it to me. I stood to go to the bathroom and when I did, I found myself walking a little bowlegged. With the girdle on, I had trouble getting my penis out to pee standing up, so I squatted on the toilet. I couldn't shake off my penis in this position, so I pulled off a section of toilet paper and wiped the tip of my penis, so I wouldn't drip. I noticed a sheer black robe that Grace had left on the back of her bathroom door. I put it on so I would be somewhat covered to walk into the main living area to find Grace. It felt light and cool, and didn't really hide what I was wearing. In any event, it didn't matter, as I was dressed in women's lingerie for Grace. Grace was on her balcony, sipping coffee, and talking on her cell phone. She was already dressed, wearing a light blue jumper and modest matching heels, with no stockings. When I opened the door, she turned toward me and quickly hung up the phone. Smiling warmly, she greeted me, "Good morning Sleepy Head. My, my! Don't you look sexy!" she said, commenting upon the robe. I was uncomfortable with the compliment, but was unable to verbalize a response that would have made any sense, given the circumstance. After all, I was wearing the sexy under garments from the evening before, covered only by a sheer black robe. "Good morning," was all I could muster. Grace offered me coffee, and invited me to sit. She smiled at me, examining me as we silently sipped our coffee. She broke the silence as she stood up. "I have a few errands I need to run today Danni. Can you stay and wait for me?" she asked, although it didn't really sound like a question - more an expectation that I would. I thought back to the last few times she left me at her apartment while she went off. I was becoming more and more unsure of myself with her. What could I say, or ask her, that would not upset her. Still, I dared to ask, "How long will you be?" Patiently, she replied, "Not long I shouldn't think. Why? Do you have someplace you have to be?" "Ah, no, I don't have any plans. I was ju, just wondering if you were going to be long." "Hmm, like I said, I don't think so. But if you'd rather leave, I suppose it's up to you. I was hoping we could spend the weekend with each other. I'd love for you to stay. But I have to run these errands today. Otherwise, I'd stay." She then looked at me as if to say, 'Well, make up your mind.' I was so messed up in my head at this point. I hated that I was letting her control me as she was. And yet, I would do anything just to be in her company. "I'll stay," I said. She immediately beamed. "Excellent! I'm so glad!" She walked toward her desk and began gathering her keys and purse to leave. She dropped her cell phone into her purse and walked toward the elevator. "I'll call if I get held up. Oh, and Danni?" she asked. "Would you be a dear and, you know...?" she swept her hand around, indicating without words that she wanted me to straighten up. Caught in her trap, I assented. "Sure," I answered. "Thank you so much. You're such a sweetie. You know where your clothes are, right?" My clothes? I didn't figure it out right away. Seeing my look of confusion, Grace added, "I mean your uniform Danni. You should wear your uniform when you clean," she explained as she glanced toward the guest room where I'd left it last weekend. She meant the maid's outfit. "Oh!" I replied. "Yes ma'am. I understand." Grace boarded the elevator and left me alone in her apartment. I stood there for a moment, reflecting on how I had gotten myself into this. Deciding that there was nothing to do about it for now, at least not as long as I wanted to be with Grace, I went to change. I gathered the maid's outfit from the guest room and carried it into Grace's room and laid it out on the bed. I then removed the lingerie I was wearing and went to her bathroom to shower. I relaxed in the hot and steamy water for a while, before washing off and shaving myself completely to ensure that I was smooth for Grace. It didn't even strike me as odd that I so easily fell into the act of shaving. I stood before Grace's full-length mirror as I donned my uniform. The act of dressing in sexy lingerie was beginning to feel normal to me. I expertly clipped the stockings to the garter clips. I pulled on the lacy panties and shimmied into the petticoat. I actually liked the feeling of the fluffy ruffles encircling my waist. When I filled my bra cups with the large breast forms, I felt satisfied to feel the weight of them pulling on my cups. After I pulled the dress over my head, I tied the apron around my waist, then stepped into the heels and admired myself in the mirror. I turned to look at myself from several angles. Something seemed missing. What was it? I know it sounds strange, but as I tried to figure out what was missing, I pursed my lips. That's when it hit me. I was missing makeup. There was no reason for me to care, but I couldn't resist the draw to go to Grace's vanity and to apply makeup. Never having done it before, it was awkward trying to get the colors right. It took me a few tries, but I finally got it almost right - not as good as Grace had done - but passable. I, at least, looked a little more, well, girly? It seemed more appropriate, dressed as I was, that I look more feminine. I concluded by applying bright red lipstick. I liked the feeling of my lips coated with the shiny coating. I then placed the maid's cap upon my head and examined my reflection. Not quite a woman. But definitely not a man. I wasn't going to use the other word. I was only that for fantasy play with Grace. But I wasn't really. I then set about my chores, as I had the previous Sunday. I removed the sheets from the bed, gathered the dirty towels, and all of her non- delicate clothes and started a load of laundry. I then began washing her delicates. I picked the first pair of panties off of the pile. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of Grace was the most intoxicating aroma I'd ever experienced. She had a strong, almost rank, odor in her panty crotch. There was more than the hint of urine. There was a pungent, female, sexual fragrance that I couldn't get enough of. I washed the panties carefully, but thoroughly, making certain to remove all trace of stains. I repeated the sniffing procedure with each pair of panties. Once everything was clean, I hung them to dry and put the other clothes in the dryer. I went into her bedroom and began placing clean sheets on her bed and setting out clean towels in the bathroom. I did a quick vacuum and made sure all of the dishes were done. I still had time before the clothes would be dry. I walked around trying to see if there was anything else I could do. I noticed her toilet was a little dirty, so I found some rubber gloves in her laundry room and set about scrubbing her toilet. Once that was done, I went out on the patio and sat down to rest. It was a beautiful day. I wondered what Grace was doing right then. I was feeling more comfortable with the idea of being alone in her apartment, performing services for my girlfriend. At least I wanted to think of her as my girlfriend, even if it didn't always seem that the feeling was mutual. I checked the clothes, and they were dry. I began carefully folding everything, taking special care with her lingerie. As I was doing so, my cell phone rang. I quickly strutted into the den to answer it. It was Grace! Yes! I was excited to be hearing from her. Hopefully she was calling to let me know she would soon be home. "Danni?" she greeted me when I answered. "Yes ma'am," I replied. "Hi honey! How are you?" "I'm fine. How are you?" "I'm good darling. Thank you for asking. Have you finished everything?" she asked. "Uh, er, almost." "Really? What's left? You haven't been sitting around have you?" she asked inquisitorially. What was up with that? Nervously, I lied, "Uh, n, no. I had to wait for your clothes to dry. I'm folding them now." "Oh! Okay. Good girl!" she added, reminding me how she viewed me. "Be careful with my panties." "Yes ma'am," I answered. "Er, ah, Gr, I me, mean, Miss Andrews? Will you be home soon?" "That's why I called Danni. I've gotten a little, well, let's just say I've gotten a little detained. But I'll be home for dinner. I'd like you to fix us something light. I feel like we could each stand to lose a little weight. Will you be a dear, and do that for me?" Crap! Here we go again. But did I dare challenge her? Nope. "Ye, yes ma'am. I can do that." "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "And there is just one tiny other little thing Danni, if you wouldn't mind." "Yes ma'am," I replied with trepidation. "I'd like you to look pretty for me tonight when I get home. Can you do that for me?" Pretty? I wasn't sure exactly what she meant. "I, I'm not su, sure what you mean. I, I'm dressed up like you like now, aren't I?" "Silly!" she laughed. "I don't want to have dinner with my maid! I want to have dinner with my pretty little girlfriend. I want you to dress pretty for dinner Danni. Just go into my closet and pick whatever you'd like to wear. Surprise me. Will you do that for me?" I wouldn't have said no to her for anything. At least it sounded like there wasn't going to be a repeat of last Sunday, when she brought another man to the apartment for the dinner I thought I'd prepared for us. The thing that bothered me most was the twitch I felt in my penis when I thought of dressing in Grace's clothes. "Yes ma'am. I'll do that for you. Please don't be long. Okay?" "I'll be there when I can Danni. Just be ready when I get there. Bye now," she said, and hung up before I could say anything else. I wondered what it was that had 'detained' her. When she left this morning, she said she only had a few errands to run. She didn't think she'd be long. Now, she was unavoidably, 'detained.' I didn't want to think the worst, but I couldn't help it. I worried that she was with another man. And, as I worried that she was, my penis twitched. Why did that happen every time I thought of Grace with another guy? That wasn't normal. At least it wasn't normal for a guy. And I was a guy. A guy dressed up as a maid. A guy about to dress up 'pretty' for his girlfriend. In her clothes. There was that twitch again. I was excited to be dressing in Grace's clothes - with her permission. No - at her request. I decided not to dally. I went into her room, finished folding her intimates, and carefully placed each in the correct drawer. I then went into her closet and scanned her racks of dresses, skirts and blouses. She had so many clothes! I knew that, on her, they would look beautiful. I had my doubts that any would look good on me. But I had to try to please her. I finally picked a dress that I liked. I then scanned her racks of shoes to find a pair that I thought would go with the dress. I carried my selections into her room and laid them out on the bed. Next, I had to decide upon under garments. I opened her drawers and began sorting through her many options in lingerie. The dress I'd selected was not the sexiest dress she had in her closet, although I thought it was very pretty. I hoped Grace would like my selection. I picked out the sexiest lingerie possible to wear underneath, as a surprise for later when - I hoped - we'd get around to making love. When I'd decided upon what to wear under the dress, I removed the clothes I had on and went to take a shower. Freshly shaved, I applied some of Grace's body lotion. The flowery fresh smell reminded me of her. I twitched at the thought of pleasing her. The real challenge was next. I needed to paint my toenails and fingernails, and then apply makeup. I picked out a light shade of yellow to match my lingerie, a hint of what was going to be concealed by the dress I'd picked out. That was not too difficult, although it took longer than I thought it would. I had to wait for my nails to dry before applying makeup. I decided to go into the kitchen to get a head start on dinner and setting the table, being careful not to mess up my nails. I threw on a black, sheer cover-up hanging on Grace's bathroom door. By the time I'd gotten things organized for dinner, my nails were dry, so I decided to give the makeup a try. I didn't want to overdo it. I was going for something simple, to match the party dress I'd selected to wear. It took me a while to get the look I was going for. I was beginning to more fully appreciate the effort women went through to look pretty for men. I was getting swept away in my effort to please Grace - so much so, that I didn't give much thought to the fact that I was a man - a man doing his best to look pretty for his girlfriend. Finally, I didn't think I would be able to do any better. Once again, I looked, well, effeminate was the only word I could come up with - since I didn't look like a girl, with my short hair, and yet I definitely did not look manly in any way. It didn't take long to get dressed. The lingerie I'd selected was a matching bra, garter and panty set, all yellow pastel in a delicate lace. Once I'd filled the bra cups with the breast forms, I secured the nude hose I'd picked out to the garter clips, and then pulled the panties on over the straps. My penis showed through the crotch of the panties, though I did my best to conceal it between my legs. The final touch was the heels and dress. The heels were light blue, open-toed, and only three inches tall. The dress I'd chosen was one that, although not overtly sexy, was a style I always found to be a real turn-on, as much in how pretty it was, as in what it suggested underneath, leaving the imagination to fill in the details. I stepped in and shimmied it up my body, settling it over my large breast forms, sliding my arms beneath the straps. It took some doing, but I was, in a contortionist move, able to grasp the rear zipper and pull it up snuggly. I spun, and actually felt myself twitch, as the skirt twirled out wide. If I were a girl, I'd have been pleased with the final result. The sky blue, chiffon over satin flared dress, came to just below my knees. The ruched bodice was approximately three inches wide, accentuating my breast forms. It reminded me of the dresses girls used to wear to my high school proms. I wished my hair were longer. That was the only drawback to the effect I was after. I wished I looked more like a girl, than an effeminate or gay male wearing women's clothing. I returned to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner. The sun was beginning to set by the time I was ready. Grace was taking longer than I'd thought she would. I began to worry again that she was going to pull another stunt like last Sunday when she brought Carl home. That would be awful - to be caught again by her male lover dressed up like a prissy sissy. My mind began to run away with such dreadful thoughts. I opened the wine and poured a glass. I sat on the balcony and watched the sun as it slowly settled over Arlington across the Potomac. Just as the sun was nearing the horizon, the elevator door chime rang. Finally! She was home. Afraid to look, out of fear that she may have brought company, I continued to watch the sunset. I heard her step onto the balcony. "Danni?" she called my name. "Is that you luv?" I stood, and turned to face her. Her arms were loaded down with packages. She really had gone shopping! Plus, she was alone! Thank goodness! The look on her face when she saw me was worth all of the worry and spoke more than any compliment she could have given. She was clearly happy with what I'd done to myself. Her broad, warm smile was exactly what I needed at that moment. "Hi honey," I greeted her, the sound of my male voice incongruous with my attire. "Welcome home. How was your day?" She giggled. "It was busy dear. My, my, don't you look lovely. I bought you a few things, one of which I think you are going to just love. It will go perfectly with your dress!" She held me at arm's length, admiring me. "You've done a very good job with your makeup Danni. I love the dress you picked out. That's always been one of my favorites." I was intrigued at what she may have bought for me, especially since she said it would go with my dress. I found myself anxious to open the packages. Instead, she told me to wait while she changed. She went to her bedroom and took all of the packages with her. In a few minutes she called out, "Close your eyes Danni. I have a surprise for you. Don't open them until I tell you to." I obeyed her direction and waited with my eyes closed. It wasn't long before she returned and I felt her pulling something over my head, securing it with clips. I knew what it had to be before I saw it. My stomach fluttered as I anticipated how I'd look with a wig on. I felt her combing and brushing it out. The hair fell down my back, so I knew that it had some length. Grace took my hand and led me off of the balcony and into the apartment. She stopped me, turned me, and said, "Okay Danni. You can open your eyes now sweetheart." At first, I was afraid to look - afraid that I'd look even more gay and effeminate. On the other hand, I also desperately wanted to see, so I finally opened my eyes and looked. I barely recognized the image gazing back at me. With the addition of one simple item, Grace had completely transformed my countenance. I no longer looked like a sissy boy. No! I looked like a girl! The long auburn wig made me look just like a girl. A pretty girl in fact. I was amazed. Turning to face Grace, I caught her smiling warmly. "What do you think sweetie? Pretty?" "Ye, ye, yeah," I stuttered nervously. "H, ho, how about you? Do you like it?" She pulled me close and, holding me in her arms, she kissed me full and square on my lips, sliding her tongue inside of my mouth. She kissed me gently and sensuously for at least a minute. When she pulled away she asked, "Does that answer your question?" Blushing, I nodded. I can't exactly describe the feeling that was coursing through me at that moment. I should have hated it - being made to look like a woman. I was, after all, a man! But I was actually proud of how pretty I was. And I liked being pretty, especially for Grace. "I have something else for you," she said. "Turn around." I felt her reach around my neck. She draped a strand of pearls around my neck and clasped them behind me. They were beautiful - simple and elegant. She turned me to face her and reached out to first one, and then the other ear, clipping a pair of dangling pearl earrings onto each of my ears. When I faced the mirror again I involuntarily gasped, I was so taken by the beautiful female form I observed. "Wh, wh, where did you get the wig Grace?" I asked appreciatively. Smiling at my joy, she answered, "I bought it for you today sweetie. I'm so glad you seem to like it. You are sooo pretty in your dress." I didn't know whether to be happy, or disturbed that she had purchased a wig for me while she was out. She must have fully intended on making me wear it - without even consulting with me. I was to have no choice in the matter. And yet, now that she'd done it, I was oddly pleased with the result. "And the other packages?" I inquired. "For you also, although I may find some use for a few of them," she added cryptically. Changing subjects, she said, "Why don't you pour us each a glass of wine and set out some appetizers while I go change into something more appropriate to what you are wearing?" "Okay," I replied, completely swept away by my newly discovered appearance. Looking more like a girl, and less like an effeminate sissified man, I felt unexplainably more comfortable. I went to the kitchen to do as I was asked. I carried everything out onto the balcony and sat to wait for Grace. When she returned, she had transformed herself. She had dressed up in another of her party dresses. Hers was a shiny nylon champagne colored halter dress. She wore higher heels than mine, probably a subtle attempt on her part to dominate me. I stood as she entered the balcony. She approached me with the most adoring gaze. We stood there together, at the rail, and she gently moved a piece of my hair that had fallen across my eyes, and then stroked me on the cheek. "My beautiful angel," she whispered. "You have exceeded my wildest hopes for you." Her hopes for me? What did she mean by that? Had this been her plan? What?! She sat down and I handed her a glass of wine. She raised her glass to mine, "To my beautiful, new girlfriend." Girlfriend? I wanted to be her boyfriend! What was happening here? I was confused beyond measure. Perhaps I shouldn't have been. I was, after all, dressed as a girl. I looked like a girl. But I'd only done it to please Grace, and because I wanted her so badly. Nonetheless, I raised my glass and clinked it to hers. Grace then motioned me to the floor of the balcony. I was, as in so many other instances, being relegated to a subservient position. Grace dangled her heels before me. "My feet are so sore from walking all day Danni," was all she had to say. I knew what that meant. I sank to my knees, my blue chiffon dress billowing out to the sides, and took her right foot in my hands and began massaging it. As she relaxed, Grace leaned back and let her legs fall apart. After I'd worked on her feet a while, she lifted the hem of her dress, inviting me to go higher. I moved to her calves. "Ohhh Danni," she exhaled in pleasure. "I could get so used to coming home to this every night." As if I would become her loving and adoring servant. This was not exactly what I had in mind, but I was getting turned on, the higher up her leg she allowed me to go. When I reached her thighs, she hiked her dress up to her lap, revealing her panties, which I noticed were soaked through with excitement. I looked upward. When our eyes met, she glanced toward the middle of her legs, indicating what she expected. I leaned in closer and licked the outside of her shiny, wet underwear. Her taste and aroma always aroused me. She had not showered since she'd been home, so her odor was strong. "Suck on them Danni," she directed me. I looked at her questioning, not certain what she meant. "Suck my panties Danni," she was more explicit. I put my mouth up against her wet gusset and gently sucked. The moist residue that soaked the cotton lined nylon filled my mouth. God! She was intoxicating! She continued to amaze me with the variant of taste that she excreted. I sucked again, harder this time, pulling the fabric of her soaked panty crotch, and her pussy lips as well, into my mouth, holding them there and sucking the full flavor, a slightly bitter, salty, rank and yet, glorious, flavor. "Oh God!" Grace exclaimed. "Take them off of me Danni! Take them off and suck me lover! Hurry!" she exhorted me. "Hurry! Off!!!" Now, as caught up in the eroticism of the act as she was, I quickly reached up and pulled her panties off of her. I turned my attention to her beautiful nest. She was glistening wet - oozing a thick, gel-like emission. I'd never seen a woman have such an orgasm. Grace was flexing her muscles there and I was amazed to see her continue to ejaculate such a flow of thick girl juice. "Danni!" she urged me. "Do it! Please! Suck me honey! Suck me now!" I stuck my tongue out to lick her. A large dollop of her cum coated my tongue. It had an amazing flavor and texture. I went back for more and as I did, she reached down and pulled my mouth tightly to her sweet, full pussy. "Suck it Danni! Suck it!" And I did. As I created a vacuum on her, a virtual flood began pouring out of Grace's opening, filling my mouth. Locked tight as I was, I had no choice except to swallow it all. As I brought her to orgasm, Grace went wild. "Oh my fucking God Danni! You are such an amazing cum sucking slut! I can't believe the way you sucked all of that sperm out of me!" I was really going at it when she lost it. Sperm? She said sperm! No! She couldn't have meant that literally. She was only caught up in the moment. Of course! That was it. I kept at it until she finally relaxed her grip on my head with her hands and her legs. We were both breathing heavily - her from the exhaustion of such a long, nearly uninterrupted orgasm, and me from barely being able to breath while locked between her thighs. My face was coated with her excretions. "Danni!" she exclaimed. "That was fucking amazing! I can't believe how good you are at that. I almost forget how good it feels to be well fucked when you do that." Huh? What does that mean? I don't think I've ever fucked her to her satisfaction. Am I a substitute for fucking? What? I was totally confused, and yet, strangely, pleased that I satisfied her in some way. She was looking at me funny. "Wh, what?" I asked. "I think you need to go fix your makeup luv. You look a bit used," she giggled. I didn't like the way she was teasing me. "O, okay," I said. I stood to go the rest room to clean up. As I left, she said, "Hurry dear! I'm famished!" I was torn up that she was objectifying me so. I felt I was only useful to her if I could satisfy her immediate needs or wants. Still, I said nothing - merely complied. When I looked in the mirror, I saw what Grace had meant. I did look used. My face, all around my mouth and chin, was coated with a thick, shiny glaze. There was a large drip of Grace's excretion clinging on my cheek. Without a thought, I wiped it onto my finger and stuck it in my mouth, sucking it off. It was thick and slimy, salty even. But it was Grace, and so, I loved it, and lapped it up. After washing my face, I went to her vanity and refreshed my makeup. It wasn't too difficult as I recalled what I'd done earlier. I finished by carefully reapplying a thick coating of lipstick. I was enthralled with the act of coating my lips just so, and liked the way they glistened. I brushed out my hair, privately admiring how pretty I looked. I then returned to the kitchen to put dinner on the table. Grace was still relaxing on the balcony, content to allow me to wait on her. But did I say or do anything? No. My response was to dutifully carry out her instructions to prepare dinner and to serve her. Most of the dinner preparations had been completed earlier. I simply had to heat a few things up and then set them on the table. I poured us each a glass of chardonnay, and then lit candles, dimmed the lights and went to the balcony to announce that dinner was served. "Wonderful," she said enthusiastically as she rose to join me. Slipping on her heels, she stood over me by a few inches. I noted how athletically and gracefully she moved in her heels. I continued to labor with balance from time to time, although I definitely was improving. Grace oohed and aahhed over the meal and how I'd set the table. I enjoyed the fuss she made over my efforts. We sat down together, returning to our roles as companions, rather than master/servant. What was odd was how quickly we seemed to go back and forth between the two identities. One minute I was serving Grace. The next I was enjoying her company on equal footing - well, at least as equal as it seemed it was going to get. When we ate meals together, we seemed to be such easy companions. I loved talking to her about her work, and she seemed genuinely equally fascinated with what I did. I forgot that I was dressed as a woman - or at least I wasn't as focused upon that. I served strawberries and cream for desert, along with coffee. As we chatted, Grace commented, "You know Danni, I bet if you tried to talk a little bit softer, and slower, you might be able to sound a little more, well, you know, maybe, more fitting with how you are dressed." I looked back with a blank look in my eye. Did she just ask me to try to talk like a girl? Seeing my perplexed expression, she added, "Not that it matters really, if you don't feel uncomfortable with your male voice. I just thought you might feel more, like it was normal, if your voice matched your appearance." I hadn't really thought about it. It was a little out of kilter though. Responding, I said in an almost whisper, "How's this?" trying to sound as feminine as I could, although I think I just sounded gay. "Hmmm," she replied. "Maybe with some practice." Practice? She expected me to continue to try to talk like a girl? Smiling over her coffee cup, Grace said, "So Danni, I bought you a few other presents today." "Really," I gushed. "Like what?" "I left them in the bedroom, for later. Do you want to clean up now, or wait until tomorrow, and just go see what I bought?" So, the cleanup was definitely going to be done by me. I had been working for Grace nearly all day. I was tired. Plus, I was curious as to what she may have bought for me. "I think I'll leave the dishes for the morning. What did you buy me?" "I left the packages on the bed. I tell you what - you've worked so hard today - why don't you go open your presents, and I'll clean up here real quick. Then I'll come join you. How does that sound?" That sounded great! Wow! Grace was going to do the dishes! "Okay!" I jumped at her offer. "Alrighty then," she said. "You go open your presents and get ready for bed. I'll be in there when I'm done." This was a pleasantly surprising switch in roles. I wasn't expected to wait on Grace hand and foot. I swished off to her bedroom to find out what she'd bought for me. Why I was so excited, I don't really know. I suspected that, whatever it was, it was girly. I just didn't realize how girlie it was. Lying on her bed were five items, all of which, when worn, would be as frilly, and as girly an outfit as Grace had required me to wear thus far. I knew without even getting dressed how I would look once I'd put these on. And yet, I was going to do it, without protest or question. I began with the pink lace garter belt, clipping it in front, and then turning it around