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Maid for the Job Chapter Seven The first thing I did the next day was take my pill as instructed and I set myself a little reminder note in the bathroom so I didn't forget. At least if I forgot to take the lunch time one, I thought, I could always take two before bed. =#= At 11 o'clock the following morning I was ready by the door in the tight fitting jeans and the white cotton blouse I had bought the previous week. I was just slipping my feet into the canvas pumps as Fran?oise rang the door bell, ready to pick me up. As I opened the door, she sprang though and gave me a huge hug and a kiss. As she did so, I saw my boss' reflection in the mirror, and she had a big smile on her face, obviously pleased that I had made friends. We were soon at the salon but didn't stay long as my hair just needed resetting while we got our feet and hands done. This all seemed the most natural thing in the world thanks to the way Fran?oise made me feel so comfortable. Over lunch Fran?oise kept giving me furtive glances so much so that eventually I said, "What?" When she protested innocence I continued, "You keep giving me funny looks." "I'm sorry, it's just," and she hushed her voice to a whisper, "I can't believe you're not really a girl. All morning we've just been hanging out and I've not really thought about it." "Ssh!" I said, looking around. "Don't worry," she said, reaching out her hand to calm me, "Nobody suspects a thing." She then gave me another funny look. "What now?" "Have you...you know...used the thing I leant you?" I blushed and then, looking in to her eyes, nodded. A big smile came across her face. "How was it?" I just grinned. I didn't want her to find out about my boss forcing me to use it, but I did use it voluntarily and, no matter how strange it was, I had enjoyed it. I couldn't hide that fact. What that meant though, and where that might lead, I didn't really want to think about. Leaning forward, Fran?oise took my hands. "I'm glad. Perhaps we might be able to enjoy the moment together again soon. Now, however, I fancy doing some shopping, and now we have no secrets, I've got just the idea." A few minutes later we were in a discreet ladies' outfitters that dealt solely in lingerie. "Why are we here?" I asked quietly. "I love lingerie, and I've got a sneaking suspicion you do too," Fran?oise responded, "and I think it would be lovely if we bought something matching. Don't worry, these people are very discreet and, anyway, no one would suspect that all is not what it seems." The boutique was an Aladdin's cave of beautiful lingerie. I couldn't see a hint of cotton; everything was silk, satin or lace. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be cascades of ivory, white and pastels. Beautiful nightgowns, matching sets of bras, panties and deep, boned suspender belts and it was to these that my eye was drawn, partly because of the deep purple colouring with bold, red flowers. Fran?oise obviously saw where I was looking and instantly smiled. She seemed to agree with my thoughts and lead me over there by the hand. "Why these?" she asked. "I don't really know. Perhaps the colour, or may be the style. Whatever the reason, I really like that set," I responded. "Like it so much you want it? Can you picture me and you wearing this together?" she asked, suggestively with a smile on her face. Before I could respond, the assistant approached. "Good afternoon ladies. How may I help you?" "My friend Stephanie here and I," Fran?oise answered before I could open my mouth. "Would like to try on some of the items from this set." "An excellent choice madam. What particular items do you have in mind? The set includes push-up bra, standard under-wired bra, the suspender belt as you can see, and two types of panties, a shortie style, and a thong style." Again Fran?oise beat me to it, "Could we try on the push-up and the suspender belt please. We can make the decision about panties later." "Are you both planning on purchasing the same thing, that is a matching set?" She smiled as we nodded, and after we gave our sizes she showed us to the dressing room. "I afraid we only have one dressing room operating at the moment due to redecorating." "That's not a problem, we will go in together," Fran?oise responded. Again smiling, the assistant held back the curtain for us. Once inside we giggled as we took off our tops and bras. Standing there seeing Fran?oise's beautiful chest, all I wanted to do was stroke and kiss her breasts. As I reached out, she tutted and patted my hand away. "Later my dear." The bras fitted fine, so we then had to try on the suspender belt. Once again this involved taking clothes off and we were soon standing there in just our bras and panties. Helping each other put the belts on I had to stop myself from becoming too aroused because with the tight jeans I was wearing, a bulge would be noticeable. Again the suspender belts fitted perfectly and we got dressed again. "Was everything to your liking ladies," the assistant greeted us as we left the dressing room. "They are a lovely set," Fran?oise responded, "and we have decided to take one each of the short and the thong please." Have we, I thought to myself, but wasn't likely to complain. The assistant collected our items, ran them through the till and put them in two beautiful matching bags which gave no disguise to the type of product we would be carrying along the street. As we stepped outside Fran?oise turned to me and gave me a huge kiss. "Promise me you won't try the whole set on until we are together." "I promise," I responded before adding, "Thank you." =#= When we got back to the house, Mrs. Smith was there as the previous week to check we got back alright. Once again she wanted to know what we had got up to, and although we didn't give her all the details, she did want to see the underwear that we had bought. She was very impressed with the choice and I knew, from the look she gave me, that she would be expecting to see what it looked like on me at some point, although not right now. "Now Stephanie, go and be a good girl and get your evening uniform on. There is something I need to discuss with Miss Fran?oise." Once again the quick change from friend to boss took me by surprise. But I did as I was commanded, and shortly later I returned to the lounge in my evening outfit of black skirt and white blouse. My boss was obviously pleased with how quickly, and well, I had responded. "So Stephanie, as you know, tomorrow night I am hosting a cocktail party and I expect you to be serving drinks and canap?s to the guest. Now I know this is going to be a busy day for you as you will be spending all day making the canap?s, so I thought you would be pleased to know that Miss Fran?oise has agreed to help you out in the evening, when she finishes her own work." I looked from one woman to the other, first confused and then delighted. "I rang my mother, and she has agreed, especially as Mrs. Smith has been kind enough to invite both mother and father over to the party as well." "Thank you madam, and Fran?oise, I was worried about how I might cope. However, what will Fran?oise do about an appropriate uniform? Do you have a black skirt and white blouse?" "Of course she does, Stephanie, but you forget, as this is a cocktail party and guests will be here, you will be expected to wear the lilac French Maids uniform I bought for you. I have not seen you in it yet." A look of shock spread across my face. I had forgotten about that. "Don't worry, ma cherie," Fran?oise said, grasping my hand, "I shall be with you, and Mrs. Smith said she thinks I might be able to fit in your black and white dress, you are only slightly larger than me. It also means I will have to stay the night with you, and both mother and Mrs. Smith have said that will be fine. I hope you'll let me?" she added, biting her lower lip. "Let you?" I responded in a bit of a daze, "of course I'll let you." Then, snapping out of it I added, "I'm sure we'll have great fun." With that settled, Fran?oise took her leave and I escorted her to the front door, kissing her goodbye. "See you tomorrow." "I can't wait," I responded. After closing the door, I took my new lingerie up to my room before making preparations for Mr. and Mrs. Smith's dinner, all the while looking forward to being with Fran?oise again. I had a thought that I might be falling in love with her, and that thought began to over-ride all other thoughts, so any concerns I might have had about the oddity of my situation, the pills I was taking, having to wear an outrageous dress in front of so many strangers and any other aspect of what was going on in my life, went straight to the background becoming almost insignificant. Did I love Fran?oise and did she love me? =#= Saturday was hard work as I spent the whole day making canap?s for the evening and doing other preparations for the cocktail party. It was only when the doorbell went at about five o'clock to signal Fran?oise's arrival that I realised what the time was. As I showed her up to my room, we chatted about how exciting this was going to be to work together again after our experience at school. Before we got too involved, however, I realised that now would be a good time to get changed and so I opened the wardrobe to get out the two dresses. This meant getting undressed, and the temptation to undress each other, taking time over it was almost too great. Pretty soon we were both standing there completely naked as I handed her the frilly panties she would have to wear. Just as I was about to put mine on, I remembered something and turned towards the bathroom saying, "Give me a moment." I didn't really want her to know what I was about to do, but I remembered the advice of my boss last time a guest was over and decided I should use a tampon. Despite the instruction from Mrs. Smith last time to insert a new one once I had removed the old one, I hadn't bothered, so this was the first time doing it myself. Opening the box, I pull out one of the yellow tubes and tried to open it quietly. Remembering the pain from when Mrs. Smith had done it decided to put a spot of body lotion on the tip before inserting it into my hole. Once I had popped it in, I pressed down on the applicator and could feel the tampon moving slowly into the waiting cavity. Slightly dismayed by what I had just done to myself voluntarily, I disposed of the evidence and then, realising I had left them in the bedroom, I went to put my panties on. One returning to the bedroom I found Fran?oise had already donned a black bra, had borrowed my black suspender belt and was just attaching the last garter to a black of sheer black stockings. "Where have you been," she asked. She had obviously thought I had gone to the loo but clearly hadn't heard the flush. "Oh nothing," I said, embarrassed to bring it up. "Come on," she said sternly, "No secrets." Realising she was right, but not wanting to actually say what I had done, I simply turned around and bent over so she could see the string. As I stood up again and turned round, she could see I was blushing and feeling embarrassed and she came over and stroked my cheek. "Why have you done that, you clearly can't be bleeding there?" "Mrs. Smith suggested it would be a good idea when male guests are around so if any try to be 'amorous' they will find it and think it's my time of the month." I responded shyly. "That's an odd idea I had never thought of, but it makes sense. One of these would work just as well," she said turning to her bag and rummaging around. Eventually she turned round with a sanitary towel in her hand. "At least with one of these you don't have to wait until someone is inside your knickers before they find out. Do you want to use one?" 'Did I want to use a sanitary towel?' What kind of a question was that? Of course I didn't! However, I also didn't want the discovery and the humiliation that would go with it, so I took it. "If it helps, I'll use one as well," Fran?oise added, pulling her knickers down and showing me how to place the pad inside. After I put on a tight thong, I followed her suit, placing my pad inside my knickers. Then Fran?oise helped dress my, tightening my corset and fixing my stockings to my suspenders. We were both then ready in our underwear to put the French Maids dresses on. The black one, as suspected, was a little big on Fran?oise but didn't look too ridiculous. The lilac one was a perfect fit on me, which was a little surprising as when I was fitted for it, it was tight. I must have lost some weight! Stepping into our shoes we looked in the wardrobe mirrors, and aside from the colours of the dresses, we looked like a matching pair. "Right then," I said between slightly gritted teeth. "On with the show." =#= A couple of hours later after several panics from Mrs. Smith of 'Have you done this?', 'Where's that?' and others, all of which Fran?oise and I were able to respond to helpfully, the doorbell rang as the first guest arrived. Unsurprisingly it was Aunt Mary. As Fran?oise and I answered the door, she was so impressed to see us both looking the part that she gave us both a peck on the cheek and suggested that she might try to 'hire' us for one of her own events. As other guests arrived, I took on door opening duties while Fran?oise took round the canap?s as Mr. Smith ran the bar. Many of the people I had met over the past couple of weeks arrived, including Mrs. Stewart, along with some new faces. The one I really wasn't pleased to see was Mr. Land. "Well hello young Stephanie," he said as I opened the door. "What a pleasure it is to see you again. I have such fond memories of our last meeting." I couldn't help myself and I looked down at his crotch. "Oh yes. Obviously fond memories for both of us then," he sniggered, handing me his coat. "See you later," he added as he left, patting me on my panty covered rear. My first thought was about whether or not he would have felt the pad. My concern about Mr. Land's arrival was nothing compared to the next guests. When the door bell rang, I opened the door to see my parents, both of them! I tried to disguise the look of shock that spread up on to my face, and I am sure they noticed the colour draining from my skin because my father's brow furrowed in a frown. Remembering myself, I held the door open, "Good evening Mr. and Mrs...?" I said, questioningly. My father gave the surname and my mother gave me a wink. As we got inside and I took their coats, my mother asked if I could show her where the ladies' room was as she needed to touch up her make up before entering the party. At that moment Fran?oise walked past with a full tray of food. "Fran?oise," I called out. "Would you be able to show this gentleman to the main room? I will bring his wife along later." My father followed Fran?oise while I walked off with my mother. "What are you doing bringing dad here?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot. "Lovely to see you too dear," my mother responded peevishly. "We were both invited and we both came. He vaguely knows Mr. Smith through the golf club so it is not like he is a complete stranger. Anyway, what are you worried about, it's not like he will guess anything. You look fantastic, and not at all how he would expect to see his son. It'll be fine, just try not to spend too much time near him." As she turned to leave, she stopped and looked back at me. "You really do look fantastic. It's almost as if this is what you should always have been like." With that she turned and made her way to the main room, leaving me to deal with what she had just said and how I was going to deal with my father being here! =#= The evening passed so quickly as we were constantly going too and from the kitchen getting new trays of food, and taking over bar duties once Mr. Smith had had too much to drink. All evening both Fran?oise and I got loads of comments about how cute we looked, and were we for hire. I had the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Smith was gloating all the time and quite keen to 'provide' our services for her friends. Any option that this might not work because Fran?oise's parents might not be keen on her working as a maid were blown out of the water when they arrived fashionably late and were overjoyed to see their daughter and her new friend attired so. I couldn't help feeling that my father would have been anything but 'overjoyed' if he had realised the girl in the lilac dress who kept serving him canap?s all night was really his son! I tried not to go near him but couldn't avoid him totally. I also hadn't had time to tell Fran?oise who he was as that might have made it easier to deal with him. As the night wore on, a couple of late-comers arrived and then people started leaving. As each guest left, Fran?oise or I would show them out, picking up their coats on the way. Most were in couples and quite easy to deal with, although a couple needed help down to the waiting taxis we had called for them. Being outside on a cool night in the ridiculous dress was quite and experience, especially with the taxi drivers gawking at me. I couldn't resist a quick flick of my skirt a couple of times showing them my frilly-clad posterior. I stopped when Fran?oise spotted me and accused me, in a mocking way, of flirting! Soon, the only people left were Mr. Land, my parents and Fran?oise's parents along with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The men were all talking about golf and the women about how the men were always talking about golf. Fran?oise and I tried to carefully tidy up around them. It was then that I managed to tell Fran?oise the news about my father for the first time. "Mon dieu," she responded, slipping out a little French. "How are you?" "Fine, I think. He hasn't said anything and my mother said that if she didn't know she wouldn't have either. The one I'm really worried about is Mr. Land?" "Why?" I couldn't really tell her the truth about what had happened. I know we had promised to have no secrets, but that was one I didn't want to admit to myself, let alone the woman I was falling in love with. "He's been here before. He's a bit of an old letch," was what I said. Not a lie, but not the whole truth. "Leave him to me," she said helpfully. "That's just it though; I reckon he's angling for a bed for the night." "Oh well," Fran?oise said, "He'll be better in the morning when he is not so drunk." 'That's what I am worried about' I said to myself. Sure enough, about quarter of an hour later, my parents left with Fran?oise's parents. They seemed to be getting on like a house on fire. We had a slightly bizarre moment where Fran?oise's mother gave both Fran?oise and me a kiss on each cheek. My mother started to move towards me to do the same, but something in the look on my face stopped her, and thankfully she realised how odd that would look. Stephanie had, of course, stayed as a guest with Fran?oise's parents, but my parents, at least as far as my father was concerned, had never met her, and why would you give the hired help a kiss anyway?! My mother did look a little disappointed, but I was sure she was thinking of another way to spend some girl time with me. That just left Mr. Land, and despite Mrs. Smith's faint protest, looking over at me as she did so, Mr. Smith insisted that he stay the night. "Stephanie," he said to me, "can you show James to the room he stayed in the other night." "Of course, sir," I responded as Mr. Land smiled at me. I groaned inwardly. Before Mr. Land could even get up from his chair, Fran?oise spoke up. "If that will be all for the night, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I would like to retire to bed as well." "Oh absolutely, my dear," said Mrs. Smith. "Thank you so much for your help tonight, I am sure Stephanie has really enjoyed having you around. Yes take yourself to bed. Stephanie will do the finishing touches tonight once she has taken James to his room and then will the finish the rest tomorrow. Goodnight." I wasn't pleased with the thought of having to do more work tonight, but I knew what Fran?oise had done. By being relieved of her duties for the night, she could help me with Mr. Land. He wasn't actually that bad, he was too far gone to do any great harm, and despite squeezing our bums a lot, we got him to his room, walked him over to the bed where he collapsed, and left him to it. "There, that wasn't so bad," Fran?oise said as I closed the door behind us. "Yes, but he'll be sober in the morning," I retorted. "What's the problem?" "I'll explain later, but for the time being I need to get back down stairs and tidy up. I know it would be quicker with two," I continued, holding my hand up to her protest, "but you've already said you're going to bed. Go and get yourself ready, I'll be as quick as I can," and giving her a quick kiss, I said thank you and went back downstairs. =#= Mrs. Smith was already in the kitchen tidying up when I got there. "Don't worry about this too much tonight, dear," she said. "As long as you can prepare and serve breakfast in the morning the rest can wait." "Thank you, ma'am," I responded, "And thank you for suggesting Miss Fran?oise came to help. I don't know that I could have done it without her." "No, I am sure you would have found it more difficult. She was very good. Perhaps the two of you should hire yourselves out," she added jokingly, but I wondered how many deals had already been done. Tidying up only took about fifteen minutes because Fran?oise and I had done so much earlier, and before too long, I was closing my bedroom door behind me to see Fran?oise already in bed, wearing my deep purple chemise, the matching nightdress was laid out on the bed beside her. As I closed the door, she jumped out of bed and came to help me get undressed. After being trussed up in the corset for so much of the day, it was a relief to be out of it all, and after I was fully undressed and had cleaned off my make up and brushed my teeth, I put on a pair of simple cotton briefs before slipping into my nightdress and jumping into to bed. I huddled up close to Fran?oise, revelling in the fact that we were wearing matching night clothes. "Thank you so much for your help tonight," I said, giving her a big kiss. "Anytime my dear, I kind of enjoyed it," she responded, returning my kiss with interest. "Now, tell me what you're so worried about with this James chap." I couldn't lie to a direct question like that so I told her the whole story. To my surprise, she didn't look shocked or horrified, just slightly bemused. "So what you're telling me is that all your concerns are because you gave him a blow job last time he was here." "Yes, and he might want me to do it again." "So?" she asked, "it's not like he's unattractive." "I know," I said, realising I had kind of admitted to finding him attractive, "but it was a blow job." "What's wrong with blow jobs? Didn't you like the one I gave you on Monday night?" "Yes of course I did. It's not that." "What is it then," she pushed me further. "I shouldn't be giving blow jobs," I protested. "Why not?" "Because...because I'm a boy." That was the wrong thing to say. "Oh right, so only girls should give blow jobs. Is that it? It is a girl's job to give blow jobs," Fran?oise responded in anger. "That's not what I meant and you know it. But I'm not a girl." "You look like one." "Because that's how my boss wants me to look." "You're dressed like one." "Because that's how my boss wants me to dress." "She tells you what to wear in bed? She tells you to choose lovely lingerie sets so you and your girlfriend can wear matching outfits?" That really floored me. How much of my situation was of my choosing, but more importantly, Fran?oise had just said she was my girlfriend. I wanted to pursue that, but I felt this wasn't the time. "It's just that I was forced to do it." "Were you, really? Did someone stand there and make you do it?" I had to think about this, and then admit to myself that actually no; no-one had forced me to do it. I had reached out to grab his penis. I had opened my mouth to receive it. I had made the decision to swallow his seed. "No," I answered quietly, "no-one forced me." Admitting this to myself was a big deal. I could have backed out at any point but I didn't. Was this what I wanted? "Okay. Now the next question is, did you enjoy it?" I thought for a while about how to answer this, wondering what impact it would have on our future relationship. "I did find it a little arousing," I said after a while, then followed with, "is that disgusting?" "Do you think I was disgusted when I gave you a blow job the other day, then collected your semen in my mouth before sharing it with you?" she asked. "No, I guess not. But did you find it arousing?" "Yes." "And you're not appalled by what I did last time he was here?" "No. I still know that you'd rather be with me and that it was basically part of your job." I relaxed for a moment, then tensed again. "But what about tomorrow morning?" "What about it? If, when you go to give him breakfast tomorrow morning a situation arises whereby giving him a blow job seems to be the only course of action, then do it. Unless..." "Unless what?" I asked. "Unless we both go to take him his breakfast." I giggled, "We would have to wear our maids dresses." "But of course," she responded. "It wouldn't be exciting if we didn't!" With that I cuddled into her and gave her a huge kiss. "You realise you just said that you are my girlfriend." "Yes, of course, silly. Why do you say that?" "Well, it got me thinking. What am I to you?" "You're my girlfriend too," She responded, holding me close, then pulled back and looked slightly worried. "Is that okay?" My hesitation wasn't meant to upset her, but it did. "Of course it is okay, but if I am your girlfriend, can I also be your boyfriend?" "My dear cherie, we have been over this already. You look nothing like a boy at the moment, and whether you chose this path or not, you have adapted to it remarkably well. Besides, I have never met the boy you, I don't even know his name. It is Stephanie I have fallen for and it is Stephanie I want." She looked at me expecting a response. Clearly this was decision time. If I wanted to remain in a relationship with Fran?oise, it had to be as Stephanie, not as Simon. Could I commit to this? Did I want to make this decision about my life? I knew it would make Fran?oise, Mrs. Smith and mother happy, but what about me? Nothing that had happened since I first met Mrs. Smith had fitted in with what I had planned in life, but my life now was better than it had been before. How far was I prepared to go with this? How far did Fran?oise want me to go? "I need to think about this," I responded eventually. "I understand," was her simple answer. "Now we really must sleep." Leaning in to me, she gave me a gentle kiss, "I love you," she whispered, "Goodnight," and with that she turned off the light and within moments was asleep, leaving me with thoughts flying around inside my head. =#= Thankfully the following morning Mr. Land was quite well behaved. Perhaps the sight of two glamorous housemaids fondling each other as they brought in his breakfast was too much for him. In any event, he didn't have much to say as he sat up in bed with his eyes and mouth agape. We left him to his own devices and finished off the tidying up. =#= Later on in the morning when we had finished all the tidying up from the night before, we were called to bring coffee for three into the drawing room. I had, for some reason, assumed it would be for Mrs. Smith, Fran?oise and myself. However when we got into the sitting room, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were sitting there so it was clear that the coffee would not be for us. "Thank you girls," Mrs. Smith said, motioning for us to place the tray in the middle of the room. As I did so, Fran?oise came over holding the coffee and started pouring. I could not help but notice the two men staring at her, one looking down her cleavage and the other up her skirt. I felt anger inside as they were looking at 'my girl' in this way. However, I reminded myself that this was only something I had done many times before myself. Did that make it right? As Fran?oise poured I added cream and sugar to order and passed around the cups. While I did this, Mrs. Smith started talking. "Now girls, since you did such a wonderful job last night and everyone was made to feel so welcome, we feel you deserve a reward and thought that it might be nice for Stephanie to have the rest of the day off so you could spend the day together. If your parents are agreeable Fran?oise, I am even happy for Stephanie to stay at your house tonight. What do you think?" Fran?oise and I look at each other with a mix of excitement and I with a little confusion. My boss was uncharacteristically generous with me in maid role, allowing such an amount of time off and freedom. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew I was safe with Fran?oise, and I mean safe as in I wouldn't run away. It must have been clear to here that Fran?oise clearly felt something for me and wouldn't allow me to run off and become a boy again quickly. I turned back to my boss "Yes please, but what about lunch and dinner." "Mr. Smith and I have taken up Mr. Land's offer of lunch at the club and then a round of golf afterwards as the weather is so god. I dare say we will return quite late as well because we have quite a few discussions to have, you two certainly made quite a stir." Fran?oise and I looked at each other again, this time with a little fear as we were not sure of the implications of her comment. Not really knowing what to say other than thank you, the two of us curtsied and left. Returning our aprons to the kitchen we made our way back up stairs. "What do you think that was about?" I asked. "Search me," Fran?oise responded, "Perhaps they like the way the two of us worked together so well that they had offers of employment for us at other parties." "That's what I am worried about it. What do you think?" "It's not so much what do I think, but what would my parents think. I am not sure they would like me to do such a thing on a regular basis." "Is that all," I retorted, 'What about all the times we had people touching us under our skirts and all the letchy old men? Did you enjoy that?" "Well, some of it was not so good, but it wasn't all bad," Fran?oise responded closing my bedroom door behind her, "And it did mean I got to spend a lot of time with you," she added holding my hands and giving them a squeeze. "Plus the fact, if they do want to hire out our services, we would need to be paid and I would expect a uniform allowance. Much as I like this dress, it is a little large on me. Can you undo me please," she finished, turning round so I could undo her dress for her. We continued undressing each other slowly, caressing and kissing each other until we were standing there in stocking, knickers and bras, surrounded by a pool of satin and lace. The sight of each other dressed, or rather undressed, in such a way was overwhelming and we were soon on the bed entinwed with each other exploring each other's bodies in the knowledge that there was no-one there to disturb us. Eventually we were completely naked, lying in each other's arms. "Doesn't any of this bother you at all," I asked. "What?" Fran?oise replied. "Me being a boy pretending to be a girl, lying here with fake breasts and a willy," I responded thinking it incredulous that she shouldn't know what I was talking about. "Thingy," she corrected me. "What's ridiculous? If you looked like a boy pretending to be a girl that would be ridiculous, but you don't, you look like a girl, quite a sexy girl I might add," she said with a cheeky smile on her face. "I'm not sure what kind of boy you were, but you're a great girl, and you're my girl." "Does that make you a lesbian," I asked. "Lesbian, straight, bisexual, it doesn't really matter to me if I love someone." "But don't you ever, you know, want to have a thingy in you?" I continued. "Do you," she said with a smile on her face, then, to save my embarrassment, "Whether or not I have a thingy in me is largely irrelevant. I can feel the same sense of sexual satisfaction without any penetration, and if I do want penetration, I always have my vibrator. She must have caught the slight look of disappointment on my face. "Oh, I am sorry my love. Did you want to put your thingy in me?" again continuing before I could start, "I promised you I would always treat you as a girl. If I let you put this," she said, stroking my thingy, "inside me, it would just confuse things and confuse you. You would be a boy with fake breasts making love to a real girl. How odd would that be? Is it really something you want to do?" Looking away from here and reflecting, I asked myself whether this was something I really wanted. Was it worth risking our relationship over something like this? Did it really make a difference whether or not I penetrated her with my thingy? "No, not really," I answered. "I am just trying to work out where we are and what or who I am." "We are friends and lovers," Fran?oise added, "and you are you. You are beautiful, intelligent and lovely as you are. As I said last night, I have fallen for Stephanie and Stephanie is who I want. Do you want this to change?" she finished, pulling back slightly. Honestly, searching my heart, I didn't want things to change. For the first time in my live someone had totally accepted me as I am, even though that wasn't necessarily who I had originally planned on being. If I said yes, I did want this to change, it meant possibly losing everything with Fran?oise and upsetting my mother. If I said no, I didn't want this to change, I was making the decision to live as a woman, at least for the time being, and reject the boy in my life. This meant continuing to be with Fran?oise and the only major downside was the possible rejection from my father, but that wouldn't be anything new. The only question I had was, what if Fran?oise left me. It was all very well and good now, but who else would want an inbetweener? My thought process was clearly taking a long time as Fran?oise was beginning to look concern. "Well," she said, biting her lip, "What is it to be?" "Do you love me? Do you really want to be with me? I mean we've only really just met. This is a big decision to make for me if what we have now is just a short term thing." "I love you," she responded. "For the first time in my life I feel totally comfortable with someone." "But what about your parents, don't they want you to get married and have children?" "Honestly, I just think they want me to be happy," she answered. "My brother has done the children thing so they can be happy grandparents and I can be the thoughtful aunt. If I told them I wanted to be with you, I think they would just be happy for me, as I think would your mother. You never know, your father might surprise you as well!" I suppose in many ways that made the decision for me. What did I have to lose, apart obviously from my masculinity? My life hadn't been going anywhere, and now it was. Maybe living as girl for a while wouldn't be so bad. I wasn't sure I wanted this to be something permanent, but right now it seemed like a good place to be. "Okay." "What does okay mean?" Fran?oise asked peevishly. "It means," I responded, "Okay, let's give this a go." "Really," she asked. "Really," I said, "Just like you, you are the first person I have ever felt truly comfortable with. If it means being with you as a girl, then so be it. I wasn't very good as a boy anyway, perhaps this is who I was meant to be. Honestly I can't see too far into the future, but what's so bad about living in the now." Fran?oise smiled, gave me a hug and said, "Let's get dressed." "Why?" "We need to go out and celebrate, and I have just the thing to wear." Standing up she went over to her bag and held up the lingerie we had bought together a couple of days before. "I think it's time we wear this," she smiled. Without any hesitation I jumped off the bed and got my own set out of the chest of drawers and soon enough the two of us were standing in front of the mirrors wearing our matching lingerie. I couldn't keep my hands off Fran?oise, but she did point out that if we weren't careful we wouldn't end up doing anything with our afternoon together. Getting dressed in my floral dress, I packed my bag with my school uniform so I could stay with Fran?oise over night. She hadn't checked with her parents but didn't think it would be a problem. After tidying up my room and putting the French Maids dresses in the wardrobe, we were ready to go. Walking out of the front door I felt free, happy and comfortable. Almost skipping along to her car, the reality of wearing satin lingerie, a dress and high heels with a feminine hair cut and false breasts, which three weeks ago would have been abhorrent to me, was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to spend time with Fran?oise. Her plan was to spend the afternoon wandering around a local art gallery. Hand in hand we wandered from room to room, ignoring any looks we got from other visitors. Our heels clicking on the wooden floor, we skipped into hidden corners every now and then, holding each other close, feeling our breasts pushing in to each other and feeling the beautiful lingerie we both knew we were wearing underneath. We stopped in the gallery's tea room for afternoon tea and sat there drinking tea and eating scones until the distraction of Fran?oise rubbing my stocking clad leg with her stocking clad foot became too much and we had to leave. Fran?oise's parents were not at all bothered to have me stay the night, and in fact seemed quite happy to see me again, explaining how lovely the two of us had looked on Saturday night and how perhaps they might ask us to perform a similar service at a function they might run soon. Fran?oise and I agreed, although Fran?oise did add that she might need her own dress as the one she had been wearing was mine. Her parents didn't seem to think that was going to be a problem. Making our excuses we headed up to Fran?oise's bedroom, giggling at the idea of being maids in this very house. "Your parents were much more receptive than you thought they might be," I said. "And perhaps your parents might be to," she countered. As soon as we closed the door behind us, we pounced on each other. Fran?oise kissed me full on the lips. Her kiss was soft and her tongue began probing my mouth. Pulling back slightly she said, "I love you." "I love you too," was all I could reply, before returning the kiss. Holding me close, Fran?oise carefully undid the back of my dress and pulled it off my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor and repaid the compliment until the two of us stood there in our matching lingerie as we had earlier in the day. Fran?oise slid on hand down to my suspender belt and knickers, while her other hand held my back. I felt her hand over the back of my satin covered bottom before she started tracing a line around the edge of the leg openings, around my smooth, hairless legs towards my thighs. As she did so, I matched her, caressing her body, kissing her strongly and letting the combined scents of perfume and lipstick fill my nostrils. Fran?oise brought her hand round to the front of my knickers where my caged thingy was bursting forth. Slowly she pushed me back to the edge of her bed and we collapsed on to it. As I scooched up on to the bed a bit further, Fran?oise stayed tracing lines around the edges of my knickers, outlining my thingy and gently stroking it with the tip of her finger. I just lay back and closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment. Fran?oise then carefully slid my knickers down my nylon-covered legs allowing my thingy to burst free. Using her lips she kissed around the exposed part of my thighs where the stockings finished, moving towards my centre and kissing all around my thingy. Moving up my body, she continued kissing me. "I have an idea," she added breathessly. "What," I responded. "Just close you eyes and enjoy," she replied. Obeying her instructions, I heard her move on the bed and open a drawer. I heard her lift something out and open it. Moments later she ad moved back next to me on the bed and was kissing me full on the lips, her long hair brushing down onto my face. As she did this I felt her hand around my groin, pushing my legs apart exposing my thingy and my hole more than they had been. I felt her fingers circling my perineum, moving closer and closer towards my hole. I then felt one of her fingers with a cool liquid on it right on the opening of my hole making small circling movements. Gently she eased on lubricated finger into my hole, and when it received no resistance, she followed it with another and, still kissing me, she began to slowly finger me. After a while she moved again and I began to stir. "Hush," she said, "I'm not done yet." I heard her get something else out of her drawer, but obeyed her instruction and kept my eyes closed. Pretty soon she was back kissing me, and as she did so I felt something else near my hole, only this time it wasn't her finger. As I heard the buzzing start I realised it was her vibrator, but before I could react, her kissing became more intense and she eased the tip of the vibrator into my well-lubricated hole. Slowly but surely she continued pushing it further and further inside of me. It was wider than the other one that she had given me, but any discomfort that I felt from the extra width was overcome by the gentle way in which she was doing it. Slowly, but surely she eased it further and further in. Only when it was in as far as it could go and I gasped, did she stopped kissing me. She looked me in the eyes and smiled. As I smiled back she started easing the vibrator out of me. Whether she responded to the slightly disappointed look on my face or whether it was always her intention to do so, she didn't withdraw it fully but carried on going. My relief must have been apparent as she smiled at me and began kissing me again. I didn't want this to end. As I spread my legs further apart she continued to fuck me with her vibrator, slowly at first but increasing in speed and intensity. I couldn't help myself but moan with pleasure, and had she not been kissing me I might even have moaned out loud. Before too long, and without her even touching my thingy, I exploded all over my thighs and chest. When I had finished spurting she turned off the vibrator but left it in me. I just lay back in ecstasy. Fran?oise, clearly enjoying herself, wiped a finger through the pool of cum that was on my stomach, bringing it up to my mouth and feeding it to me. She continued until most of it was gone, and as she did so I came out of my ecstasy and simply smiled at her. "Enjoyed that did you," she asked with a smile on her face. "Hmm," was all I could reply as I turned to my side and removed the vibrator. Turning over even further, I looked her in the eyes, "Your turn now," and removing her knickers I engulfed myself in her thighs and using only my tongue brought her to a climax of her own. We lay there for a while, me with my head resting on her stomach stroking her thigh, her stroking my hair and my cheek. "I can't believe you've never even thought about this before," she said. "What do you mean?" "The whole 'being a girl thing'." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, you seem like such a natural. You clearly enjoyed taking the vibrator and you were so good with your tongue. That is unusual for a boy. And all this in only three weeks." "May be I've just been given the chance to find the me I was always meant to be," I smiled in response. "Whatever, as I said earlier, let's give it a go. Either way, and sorry to spoil the party, but it is late now, and now matter how glamorous we are, we both need our beauty sleep." Batting me away in mock disgust, Fran?oise giggled, "You right, but we can't sleep like this." Moments later we were cleaned up and ready for bed. Snuggling up next to each other in our satin nightdresses, we both felt comfortable and happy and fell asleep with smiles on our faces. =#= To be continued...