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Sleep 4:
I was standing in the middle of the street outside my office, a formerly
straight heterosexual man, DRESSed as a French maid. I put the stress
on "dress" as I felt humiliated as everyone at work now thought I chose
to dress this way and no-one realised how Lorraine had coerced me to
explore my inner "Phyllis".
I saw men walking by me in the street furtively looking me over from my
black court shoes past my anklet up my fishnet encased legs to the top
of my stockings and the garter belts.
I, the man who would usually be doing the ogling of anyone dressed like
me, was watching as other men ogled me. Would they would get beyond my
arse to my breasts? What would happen if we got to eye contact? I, now
the object of the furtive male gaze, would try to make these men feel
ashamed of looking at me in this way and the wolf whistles that they had
started making at me.
I looked confidently towards some of the men looking at me. I called
home to try to get Lorraine to come to pick me up. There was no answer.
I started to leave a message on the answerphone.
"Hi,Lorraine, it's me, Phyllis. I have had a bit of a wardrobe
malfunction and I have been sent home from work. Could you come to pick
me up?"
As I was saying this, I suddenly realised why a short French maids skirt
was not the ideal type of dress on a windy day. The wind had not just
blown my skirt up enough to reveal the top of my fishnet stockings but
sufficiently beyond my garterbelts that it had presented the men
opposite me with a full view of the lacy black panties I was wearing.
I tried to hold my skirt down as I finished leaving the message but the
wind had other ideas. I noticed that the wolf-whistling had stopped and
some of the men were discretely pointing mobile phones at me.
Great! Sent home from work because of my choice of attire and my panties
and I were about to become stars on youtube! How embarrassing!
How did a real woman deal with this sort of humiliation? Look like she
was enjoying it? Ok I could hold my skirt down in front of me but the
wind would then, like the man I would like to have been faced with a
lady dressed like me, lift my skirt above my arse and reveal my panties
from behind. I would then quickly move my hands round, as if
coquettishly refusing my man, to cover my behind only for the wind to
playfully expose my panties in front again and then to be exposed from
behind again.
At this point my boss called me on my mobile. I resigned myself to
becoming the French maid version of Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven Year
Itch" and the wind did not disappoint the onlookers.
"Listen Phillip or whatever you are calling yourself now could you not
please go home as I am struggling to get the men at work away from the
window watching you trying to keep your skirt down?"
"It's Phyllis," I said.
"Well Phyllis?"
"I've called home and I am waiting for Lorraine to call me back to pick
me up. I can't walk home like this."
At this point it dawned on me that I was as ashamed of the men watching
me as I was of Lorraine seeing me in my underwear. The shame came from
the fact that appearing in my underwear before a clothed person in the
manner in which I did was a submissive act. And it struck me that it
was for this reason that Lorraine had me dressed as a French Maid
wearing a necklace and anklet. Furthermore the dominant person would
undress the submissive person and the submissive person would allow
herself to be undressed.
"Ok Phyllis, come round to the back door and I will let you in."
I went round to the back door.
My boss opened the door. "Look, Phyllis you look gorgeous but I can't
have you in the main office dressed like this as no-one will do any
work, just as I can't have you waiting outside. Take a vacuum and
duster and go clean out the conference room."
"Thank you," I said kissing her on the cheek as it seemed to be the
natural thing for a French maid like me to do. What was I thinking? A
man dressed as a French maid kissing his female employer? Or was I no
longer male but a female employee kissing a colleague?
She slapped my arse.
"Not many men would make such a beautiful French maid. I wonder if this
should be the new dress code at work?"
"I don't think the other men in the office would be very happy with the
idea," I said as I pushed the vacuum around the room.
At that point I turned round and noticed that my boss was filming me as
I vacuumed the room.
I wasn't happy with the idea. However I appreciated being brought
inside away from the gaze of the men in the street and my other work
colleagues so I smiled at the camera as I worked. Then I picked up the
feather duster and dusted around the shelving.
I did not know then what my boss was up to but she was preparing an e-
mail to the office stating that as a result of my petitioning my boss
for transvestite and transsexual rights to be recognised all employees
would be expected to wear the same outfit as I was modelling in the
attached videos once a year when preparing for our annual audit and
cleaning their offices.
Shortly after I had finished cleaning Lorraine texted me to say that she
was waiting outside but expected me to move like Marilyn Monroe in the
"Seven Year Itch" as I walked towards the car or I would be walking
home.
So I walked as femininely as I could towards the car and submissively
once more allowed the wind to undress me.
As we drove home I took off my necklace and told Lorraine about my new
theory.
"Very good, Phillip, so you have finally figured it out," she said.
I took off my necklace and gave it to her.
"Hold on though, let's get undressed."
I stood before the open curtain undressing aware that the world might be
watching. We made love.
I put on my boxer shorts in front of the open curtains aware that I had
now been cured of my modesty and asked Lorraine for the solvent remover
to take off my false breasts and for make-up remover.
"Listen Phillip sometimes one of us will have to be submissive and wear
that French Maids outfit. Sometimes that might be you and you will have
to work hard to get me into it. Will you wear it to work again?"
I smiled. "Not likely! But just because I am Phillip right now doesn't
mean I did not enjoy being Phyllis."
I had this feeling that Lorraine knew something I did not.
I left for work. I discovered when I got there about my boss's e-mail.
I had not planned to come to work as Phyllis again so soon and the guys
at work were not pleased at the idea of dressing as French maids.
The thing about my boss's e-mail which was that in one masterstroke she
had got what she obviously wanted the men of the office to do and pinned
it firmly on me. I could protest all I wanted but no-one would believe
me. Furthermore she was relying on the fact that all of the men of the
office would be so keen to film all of their sexy French Maid
colleagues, particularly the sexiest ones, meant that they would all
grudgingly come to work dressed in their new uniforms.
From now on I was going to be known as the Queen of the office. Was
this a mark of respect as to how good I looked as a French Maid or how I
had got them all dressed as Maids like me.
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