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Maid for the Job Chapter Eight I awoke with a start having had a dream in which I was a successful businesswoman with a husband and children of my own who was suddenly exposed by the press as not being everything she appeared to be. The fear of exposure and ridicule was what woke me up with a start as, in my dream, I was running along the road with crowds jeering at me, and reaching out grabbing me, tearing my clothes until I was running along with in my tattered underwear, my boy parts exposed for all to see while I was still wearing a bra, lipstick and a feminine hair style. The fear woke me in a sweat, not the fact that I had been dreaming about being a woman with a husband and children! My movements awoke Fran?oise who turned slowly to cuddle me then, feeling my clammy skin, woke quicker to check on me. "Nothing," I responded to her question. "Just a bad dream." "Tell me," she pressed. "A worry shared is a worry halved." As I told her about the dream from start to finish she smiled, but her smiles turn to concern as I reached the culmination of the dream. "Oh my dear." She reached out, embracing me. "How do you feel now?" "Comforted by your presence. What do you think it means?" "Well, it's no surprise you had a dream about something like that after the conversation we had yesterday. What upsets you about the dream most?" "Well clearly the exposure and ridicule," I answered. "So you weren't bothered about the bit with the husband and children?" "No, well yes, but that wasn't the worst part of the dream." "So you would be happy to be married with children?" "I'm not saying that," I responded, unclear where she was going with this. "What I am saying is that I have a fear of being exposed and ridiculed." "Well, my dear," Fran?oise responded, stroking my cheek and calming me down. "As I see it there are two solutions here. The first is give up on being a girl as soon as you can. The second is to embrace it fully and completely and live as a woman. The problem with the first one I that you still have to work at least a month for Mrs. Smith as you still haven't handed in your notice properly." "You didn't give a problem for the second alternative," I observed. "That's because I cannot see one," Fran?oise responded. Apart from me giving up on my masculinity, I thought to myself. What did she mean 'fully and completely? "Listen, my dear," she continued. "We haven't got time to discuss this now or we'll be late for school, but we will discuss it later. I promise. Now let's get ready. We both need showers." Any concerns and bad thoughts I had were soon a thing of the past as we showered together, almost getting carried away until we heard her mother call that we would be late if we didn't hurry up. Getting dressed in a hurry we were giggling like naughty schoolgirls and I almost laddered one of my stockings in the rush. A quick cup of coffee and some toast and we were off to school in Fran?oise's car. =#= We were the last to arrive at school, and as we did so we saw Richard, Alexandra, Clare and Natalie heading towards the class room for the first lesson of the day, napery. We spent the next half an hour learning the art of folding napkins into exciting designs for the dinner table. I really enjoyed myself and almost completely forgot about the continuing bizarreness of my situation and the bad dream I had, it was only the occasional tweak I got from a bra strap or suspender as I shifted my weight on the chair that reminded me, that and the dull ache that had been building in my chest over the weekend. Lost in the task, I began to be aware of how noticeable the ache was. Ignoring it I continued with the task Aunt Mary declared me the winner with the best napkins of the class. This bought cheers from Fran?oise, Clare and Natalie, but a pursed lip from Alexandra and silence from Richard who, as always, was trying to hide behind the fringe of his poorly fitting wig, hoping the ground would open up for him. After a break, Clare and Natalie went to prepare lunch while the rest of us learned how to make cocktails, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. This was fantastic fun, although we weren't allowed to drink the alcoholic creations, merely sample them to check they were acceptable. When I suggested that it was a waste to dispose of them I was told they wouldn't be thrown away as Aunt Mary was preparing a surprise cocktail party that evening. Thinking nothing of it, we continued the lesson before breaking for lunch as usual. It was strange not to be serving lunch as I had done the previous two weeks, and the whole way through the meal we were constantly observed and told how to do things in a more delicate manner such as taking smaller bites of the food, sipping the drink rather than gulping it and not going back for seconds. Not that I had the appetite for seconds. The dull ache in my chest was continuing and was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable. Fran?oise clearly noticed something wasn't right as she asked me about it. I brushed off her concerns saying I was just tired, but I was concerned. I hoped Aunt Mary would be able to let me know what the problem might be and sort things out. After lunch I was instructed to follow Angela upstairs again, and as I was lead into the treatment room I removed my outer clothes as before until I was standing in panties, stockings, corset and bra. As Aunt Mary entered the room she caught me looking at my reflection in the mirror. "Admiring yourself are you?" she observed as I shifted uncomfortably. "So you should. You are making very good progress, much better than we hoped." Who was 'we' and how much 'progress' did they have in mind? "Now remove your bra please my dear so we can look at those lovely breasts of yours." I cringed as she referred to them as 'my breasts' but removed the bra as instructed. As I did so the ache that had been building in my chest for a couple of days abated immediately. Clear Aunt Mary saw a look of something pass my face. "Everything all right dear?" she asked. Not thinking anything of it, I told her what I had been feeling. "Lay down on the couch and we'll have a look." As before she injected a local an?sthetic under the edges of the breast forms to prevent any pain when removing them, and then started swabbing around the edges of the forms with the release agent. After a short while she was ready to remove the breast forms, and with a slight tug they came away, first one and then the other. "Hmm," she said, looking a little puzzled. Following her gaze I looked down at my chest. The previous week there had been two small, budding breasts where the breast forms had been. This week they were no longer 'budding'. I had breasts! Okay they were small, but they were clearly breasts and not swollen skin. That must have been what the aching was, the breasts pushing against the back of the breast forms. "I thought you said this wouldn't happen," I cried in alarm. "I never said that. I said I didn't think there would be a problem. Clearly something you are doing is causing this development. Have you taken all those pills I gave you last week?" Lying there on the bed I had no way to escape so I thought I should be honest. "Not every day. I have forgotten a couple of times." "Did I not give you a specific instruction to take them with each and every meal?!" She retorted crossly. "I gave you a course of medication designed to deal with the swelling. Of course nothing is going to have changed if you haven't followed the instructions." "I am sorry." "It's almost as if you wanted this too happen," she continued. "I've been busy. I forgot!" I spurted, worried that I was going to be punished somehow. "Can you do anything about it?" "Well I will have to look to see if I have any stronger medication. However, there is no point giving it to you unless you are going to use it properly. Perhaps I should give them to Mrs Smith to give to you." The thought of admitting to Mrs Smith that I had my own breasts filled me with dread. "No, I will do it properly this time, I promise," I said to her back as she was looking in the medicine cabinet. Turning round she had a bottle of pills in her hand. She looked at me questioningly. "Please give me the pills, I will do it properly." "I sincerely hope you do. Now get yourself dressed." As she turned around I thought I could see a slight smirk on her face. "I...I can't really," I stammered. "Why not?" "Well my...breasts," I admitted, "are too small for my bras. Do you have any false ones I can use?" "Let me have a look." After looking for a moment, she found some that were similar to the ones I had been using for the last week, and some other things that looked like chicken fillets. "It appears you have a choice. You can either have something like last week or use these," she said, holding up the chicken fillets. "What do you do with those?" I asked. "Put them inside your bra under your breasts. The only problem is that every time you take a bra off, the fillets will clearly fall out. It is up to you." I quickly made the decision that not only did I not want Mrs Smith to find out about the breast growth, I wasn't sure I wanted Fran?oise to find out either. "Can you please fix the breasts forms on please?" "Of course, my dear," and again I thought I saw a smirk. Once she had cleaned the area where the old breast forms had been, she fixed the new ones in place, she handed me my bra. Putting that back on, I looked down at my chest, and realised once again that the only person who could tell the difference would be me because of the way they felt. They looked fine. "Don't forget," she said as I went to leave the room once I was dressed. "One per meal, without fail," she added handing me the bottle. As soon as I got into the lounge I popped the bottle in my handbag before anyone else arrived. After the mid-afternoon break we all carried on work on our 'Christmas collection', finishing off the scrap books of inspiration that we had started the previous week. At the end of the day, we all started to leave, Alexandra getting picked up by a chauffer, Claire and Natalie driving home together, and Richard walking out, still dressed in his school girl uniform, to meet his wife who had parked as close to the road as she could so he had to walk all the way to the car. As Fran?oise and I were about to head out to her car so she could drop me off at home, Aunt Mary came out and stopped us. "Hello, my dears. You might remember the cocktail making session from this morning," we both nodded our heads. "You might also remember that I said I would keep the cocktails for a surprise cocktail party that I am having tonight." Fran?oise nodded and looked at each other suspecting what was coming. "Well, I wondered if, after your excellent performance on Saturday night, you would be willing to serve for me tonight. I have already taken the liberty of talking to your parents Fran?oise and to Mrs. Smith regarding you Stephanie, and they are happy for you to remain here for the time being and head back home at the end of the night. There's even a bed for you here if the party goes on too late, although it is a school day so it shouldn't be too long." Fran?oise and I looked at each other and shrugged, knowing full-well that if we said no knowing her parents and Mrs. Smith had already said yes, that we would be in trouble. Fran?oise spoke first. "We would love to Aunt Mary, but we do not have the correct uniform to wear for a cocktail party." "Oh that is nothing to worry about Fran?oise my dear. As Stephanie knows, I have a full stock of clothing upstairs. It won't take long to sort you out something appropriate I am sure." We couldn't really argue with that so, with no other reasons to say no, we followed Aunt Mary upstairs to her extensive dressing room. Once there she went straight to a large fitted wardrobe and opened it, revealing a row of maid's dresses in a wide range of different styles and materials, from thickly starched traditional cotton, through leather and pvc to slinky satin dresses similar to those I already had back at work. For one awful moment I thought she was going to pick out the pvc but 'fortunately' she chose elsewise. "For tonight's clientele I think ultra-girly will be best," and reaching in she picked out first a baby pink dress which she held up against and then handed to Fran?oise, and a powder blue dress in a similar style which she handed to me. The dresses had high collars and buttons up the back meaning they were impossible to get into or out of without help. "You will also need these," she added handing us each a short petticoat, and brand new pair of white fishnet stockings and a pair of super-frilly knickers that matched in colour the dresses she had given us. "Now I will leave you to try these on. You will need to help each other, but I am sure you are happy to do that," she added with that smirk again. "I will be back soon to check on you." As she left the room I turned to Fran?oise. "What have we got ourselves into?" I asked. "Oh don't worry, my dear," she responded. "We had fun the other day did we not? Why should tonight be any different?" Any possible argument I might have had was halted on my lips as she moved over towards me and started slowly undressing me. Smiling in response, I started undressing her as well, and soon we were both standing there in our underwear. Assuming we wouldn't need to change anything else as the ridiculous knickers could fit over what we were currently wearing; we sat next to each other on the chairs that Aunt Mary and my boss had used exactly three weeks ago when my transformation began and, undoing the clasps on our suspenders, removed our stockings. I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling, as I always did, of the super smooth material moving down my hairless legs. This was the first time I had used fishnet stockings myself and it was a bit of a struggle getting them to sit right, but once Fran?oise and I had done our own, we checked each others. Three weeks ago the idea of standing semi-naked in a room with a women clad only in beautiful lingerie would have floored me. If I had known then I too would be wearing the lingerie I would have laughed in your face. Doing it with Fran?oise seemed somehow okay. Next came the knickers which were so over frilly it was ridiculous. Pulling these on over the panties we were already wearing, we then pulled up the short petticoats which didn't do much to disguise the frills on the panties, barely covering them. Finally I helped Fran?oise get into her dress, doing up each of the little satin covered buttons in turn. As Fran?oise helped me into my dress and I turned so she could do up my buttons, I could see our reflection in the large floor-to- ceiling mirror. I had to smile at what I saw, a beautiful woman helping her friend, another lovely woman, into an ultra-feminine dress. As Fran?oise did each button in turn, I could feel the dress tightening around my torso, fitting me perfectly like it had been made for me, or I for it! Doing up the last button, Fran?oise leaned forward and kissed my neck gently. I almost melted, but before we could get carried away, the door opened. "I am so glad to see you are ready," Aunt Mary declared as she walked in. "And how beautiful you look, almost naturals. I know it is unusual, but I am happy for you to wear your own footwear as I don't keep a wide range, and I think they suit your outfits completely. All you need are ribbons in your hair to match the colour of your dresses," she added opening a drawer bursting with ribbons of every colour. "Once you are finished, please join me in the kitchen." After helping each other do our hair, Fran?oise and I headed down to the kitchen, our short dresses bouncing on the petticoats that stuck out from underneath them. Aunt Mary was busy preparing some simple buffet food and asked us to concentrate on getting the room ready with glasses, side plates and napkins, and to bring in the cocktails and extras such as umbrellas, cherries and olives. After just under an hour we were ready and Aunt Mary, who had gone upstairs to get changed herself, swept into the lounge. She was dressed in a much less severe way than we had ever seen her before. Her satin and lace dress was beautiful and feminine, showing off her mature figure perfectly. Clearly tonight was all about femininity. I wondered who the guests would be. As if she was reading my mind, Aunt Mary started explaining. "My guests tonight are some special friends who I have known for many years. Each of them is bringing with them a special 'guest'. Please treat my friends as you would any other guest at a party, just like you did at the weekend. However, please do not interact with their 'guests' unless my friends ask you to do so." "How we will know who are friends and guests?" I asked. "Oh, you'll know," she responded cryptically. As she did so, the doorbell went. "Perhaps you would like to go and answer it Stephanie." "Yes ma'am," I responded without thinking. When I opened the door, a middle aged woman resembling Aunt Mary in many ways swept through the door looking me up and down. "Oh, how delightful! Yes lovely. Are you new here?" "Yes ma'am," I responded with a curtsey. "And Mary has you so well trained. What a lovely young lady you are. Please take my coat," she added handing me her coat as I smiled, thinking inside how I pleased I was that she took me at face value as a woman. "Come on Matthew," she called behind her and I turned to see her special guest walk up towards the door. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. Matthew was a boy of a similar age to me, but, like me, he wasn't wearing clothes you would normally see a boy in. His trousers were figure hugging and of pale blue satin. I couldn't see a zip at the front as you would expect from a man's trousers, but I could definitely make out the outline of suspender clips. On his feet he was wearing black Mary Janes and I could clearly see that he was wearing stockings and not socks. On his top he was wearing a white chiffon blouse that, while of a male style, was see through and I could see that underneath he was wearing at least a camisole and perhaps even a training bra. As he walked past me, a grimace on his face, I could tell that he was wearing the lightest make up and a spritz of perfume, I could also see that not only did his trousers have a zip at the back like you might expect from a women's pairs, but his blouse also buttoned up at the back so he couldn't get out of it by himself. Over the next few minutes, three more women turned up, each with a boy in tow. Each boy was dressed in a similar way, trousers of a feminine nature in a variety of materials, satin and crushed velvet, chiffon and satin blouses, and Mary Janes. Each boy was looking thoroughly miserable and when I took them through to the lounge, each was made to stand behind the seat the woman they came with sat in. As I brought the fourth boy, Sean, in to the room Aunt Mary decided that the evening should start formally. "I am so pleased you could all come tonight for this impromptu party. My girls were learning how to make cocktails today and I thought it would be a pity to waste them. Two of the girls offered to stay on. I am sure Fran?oise and Stephanie will ensure that your glasses remain full." At this, Fran?oise and I curtsied and brought everyone their first glass. As we did this, the first woman, Claire, turned to Matthew. "There, my boy," she said pointing to me "is a beautiful girl. The kind of girl you will never get to be with and will never be yourself as you are a pansy." As she said this Matthew winced, his eyes welling up, and I saw Aunt Mary smirk. I hoped she wouldn't tell them my secret. "Oh poor Matthew is upset," said one of the other ladies, Bridget, and turning the boy she had brought with her she added, "Why don't you go and comfort him, Martin?" Martin clearly didn't want to. "Now," he was instructed, "go and hold Matthew's hand. I am sure that will make him feel better." I wasn't so sure, but the other women were and soon the four boys were in pairs, standing silently at the side of the room holding perfectly manicured hands with each other and looking like they wanted the floor to open up and swallow them. The women chatted for a while about various different topics, completely ignoring the boys, as Fran?oise and I continued to bring them their drinks. The appreciative comments we were receiving from the women really made me appreciate the fact that I was, in their eyes at least, a girl. I dreaded to think what these boys had done in order for their fate to be sealed in such a way. I just hoped that my secret would remain safe as I did not want to suffer humiliation such as theirs. Whatever humiliation I thought they had suffered was nothing in comparison to what happened next. "Well ladies I had planned to show you something next time we met, but as this is a surprise party perhaps this is the time for a surprise." It was Bridget who spoke, and as she did so a look of shock appeared on Martin's face. "As you know, after Martin was caught impregnating innocent young girls I was so mortally embarrassed that I felt the only solution was to keep him out of harms way for a month," she continued to nods of approval from the others, "I have since felt like perhaps it is time to relent, and perhaps he has learned his lesson. Perhaps I should let him have some freedom back, with limits and rules of course. What do you think?" The general consensus from the room was that because of what Martin had done, Claire was taking a huge risk releasing him, and there should be a strict curfew. "I am glad you agree that I am not being too lenient allowing him some freedom. Clearly there are to be some strict rules. He will not be allowed out in the dark by himself. Any single misdemeanour will mean another month inside. He will, of course, have to continue to wear lingerie at all times although I will allow him to wear his own choice of clothes outside." This met with some approval with the other women apart from Aunt Mary who felt that that might be a step too far. Claire continued. "There is one other thing. Martin, step forward." Martin did as he was told. "Now Martin, I want witnesses for what is about to happen. You have heard that some of my friends here think I should not let you out at all. I think perhaps I am willing to give you a chance to prove yourself to me as long as you are prepared to follow the rules. Are you prepared to do so, to be indoors by nightfall every day, to continue to wear your own lingerie and not to engage with any young girls sexually?" I could see the conflict in Martin's eyes. He was being given a chance to begin to gain his freedom back. Two of the conditions were easy to meet, but for someone such as him to admit he was happy to continue to wear lingerie must have hurt. He could, however, see the way out. "Yes mother." "Yes mother, what?" "Yes mother, I am happy to meet your conditions in order to gain my freedom." "Good, I am glad you are happy to do so. There is one last condition," Reaching in to her handbag, she brought something out, "you will be expected to wear this at all times," she finished, holding up a chastity device up. There were gasps from around the room, then applause from the ladies. "No mother, please no," Martin protested. "Well it is either that or you stay confined in my walls as you are," Claire responded, unrelenting. Martin had no choice and reluctantly, with tears in his eyes, agreed. "Now perhaps one of the girls would be willing to assist," Claire asked looking at us. Before we had any chance, Aunt Mary answered for us. "I am sure Stephanie would help," she said, smirking at me again. This time it was me who had no choice and I curtsied saying, "Yes ma'am." Then, turning to Bridget, "How would you like me to help?" "Oh thank you Stephanie. Would you be so kind as to help Martin remove his trousers and panties?" Walking over to the poor boy I stood behind him and unzipped his trousers and began to pull them down his hairless and stocking-clad legs. I had to remove his shoes in order to take his trousers off, and doing so revealed well manicured and brightly painted toe nails. Folding his trousers neatly and placing them over the edge of a chair, I returned to remove his white satin panties. As I began to pull them down, the erection that had been growing sprang out of the top of their satin shroud. I couldn't help but gasp and Bridget noticed. "Do you have no control over yourself," she said angrily to Martin. "Even such a thing as this being done by a girl is causing such a response!" Turning to me she added, "Thank you for your help, perhaps you should leave him rather than provoke a further response." I stood up and nodded to her, returning to stand alongside Fran?oise and leaving Martin with the tip of his erection bobbing over the top of his panties. "Now Martin, I cannot fit this device to your thingy if is all engorged like this, it must be limp so you will just have to stand there until it begins to droop." I actually began to feel sorry for Martin with the helplessness of his situation, but Claire had an idea that would sort things out, although not in the way Martin would have liked. "Rather than wait, I have a better idea," she spoke up. "Perhaps if one of the other boys, say Matthew, helped remove Martin's panties then he would not get so aroused." It was now Matthew's turn to look shocked, but again he had no choice and was soon kneeling down in front of Martin, his cheeks going bright pink as he slid Martin's panties down his legs and off his feet leaving him stand there with his erection sticking right out. As Matthew was about to get up Claire told him to stay down. "Now Matthew, you heard what Mistress Bridget said, Martin will not be able to wear his new device while his winkie is all hard, perhaps this would be a good time to show off the skills you have been practicing." If Matthew's cheeks had been pink, they were now scarlet. Looking at the questioning faces, Claire continued. "You know that I have been keeping Matthew at home ever since the last time he was excluded from school so I can home educate him. Well," she said with a girlish grin on her face, "I decided that perhaps I should educate him for some 'extra-curricular' activities. I didn't know when he would need the skill, but this is a perfect chance to practice on the real thing. Go on then Matthew, show all our friends what you can do." "Please mother, no," the poor boy pleaded while I looked on with fascination. "I don't believe I gave you a choice," Claire stated sternly. With a look of resignation on his face, Matthew shuffled forwards and reached out to take Martin's winkie in his hand. As the already engorged member throbbed even harder, he leant forward and with a tear in his eye, took Martin's erection in his mouth. "Now, unlike the dildo you normally use, you can use your hands to help Martin. Remember how I have described it Matthew, stroking Martin's ball sack and his perineum will definitely make this a good experience for him. Please continue." The look of surprise on Martin's face as Matthew first cupped his sack and then started stroking was priceless, as was the look of anticipation on the faces around the room. Matthew had clearly been practicing a lot as he took Martin's winkie in easily. As Matthew and continued stroking him in his soft areas, Martin's eyes closed and his hands held on to Matthew's head for support. He was clearly enjoying this, although I am not sure Matthew was. As the blow job continued and Martin came closer and closer to a climax, the anticipation built, with the ladies leaning on the edge of their seats until, with a loud moan, Martin burst into Matthew's mouth. All the ladies cheered, and I couldn't help but smile. Of course, once Martin had finished spurting and his now flaccid member slid out of Matthew's mouth, Matthew was left kneeling there. "Well you've been practicing this as well Matthew," his mother said. "You know what comes next." With a look of dread Matthew knew what he had to do and swallowed the contents of his mouth. "Bravo, my dear," Claire applauded, "I am so proud," but this acknowledgement did nothing to bring a smile of satisfaction to his face. "No Stephanie, my dear," Bridget said turning to me, "would you be able to help clean Martin up quickly before he gets hard again so I can fit his device." I curtsied and let the room. Returning quickly with some wet wipes I knelt in front on Martin, Matthew having returned to stand behind Claire weeping, and cleaned Martin thanking the Lord that it wasn't the other way around. When I finished, Bridget knelt on the floor to fit the chastity device and then I helped a sobbing Martin pull his panties and trousers one again, and do up his shoes. At that point I thought the evening's excitement was over for the boys, but their mothers had other ideas. "Now Martin, as Matthew has been so kind as to help you out, perhaps you could return the favour." Claire let out a squeak of excitement. This was too much for Martin and he went bright red and was about to argue when a stern look from his mother told him that there was to be no argument. "I know you have never done this before, my dear," she continued, but Matthew has just done such a wonderful job for you that I am sure he would be happy to give you some advice. Matthew didn't look at all happy with the situation, but once again he had no choice. This time Fran?oise was asked to assist, and she carefully removed Matthew's trousers exposing some beautiful dusky pink French knickers, leaving him standing there in stockings and inch-heel court shoes. "Clearly Matthew isn't quite as excited about a girl helping as you were Martin," Bridget continued looking at Matthew's flaccid member. "You will need to do some stroking first. Remember how Matthew did it for you." Kneeling down in front of Matthew, Martin took the flaccid penis in his hands and started stroking it while he cupped his ball sack. Before long Matthew started to grow and as he became fully erect Bridget leaned forward. "I think he is ready now, my dear. Just open up wide and take it in gently." Martin slowly opened his mouth and took the other boy's penis in bit by bit until he it was in as far as it could go. He knelt there motionless, perhaps hoping that this would be enough. Clearly that wasn't the case. "Come on Martin, I am sure you can do better than that," Bridget commented. "Perhaps you should encourage Martin, Matthew," Claire added. "How about saying, 'Come on Martin, you can give me a nice blow job, I'm sure,'" and slowly but surely, Matthew did give the encouragement, and Martin did give the blow job. Of course, while all this was happening there were two other women and two other boys in the room and it turns out that these women didn't want their boys to miss out on the fun. The boys, I am sure, would have been quite willing to forgo the 'fun', but it was not to be. Once Matthew and Martin had finished, attention turned to them, Sean and Paul. "Right darlings," the women who brought them, a mother and an aunt, said. "Don't worry, you will not miss out on the fun. Girls," they said looking at Fran?oise and me, "will you please help the boys out of their trousers and panties?" Fran?oise knelt in front of Paul and started to partly undress him while I did the same for Sean, unzipping his burgundy trousers to reveal purple satin panties like the set that Fran?oise and I had chosen the previous week. I smiled. As I pulled his panties down, it exposed pubic hair that had been sculpted into the shape of a heart. It turned out that Paul had been clean shaven. As Fran?oise and I stood up, having done our job we stood back to leave the two unhappy looking boys standing there facing each other. At that point Aunt Mary piped up. "Rather than waiting to 'help each other out' in turn, perhaps they could do it at the same time." "What did you have in mind?" one of the other women asked. "Well, how about a 69?" she explained. "Who wants to be on the bottom?" Neither boy volunteered but Paul was encouraged to lie down by his aunt which meant that Sean would kneel over him. Aunt Mary continued. "Perhaps our two 'experts' would like to help out," she said motioning towards Martin and Matthew. "I am sure Paul and Sean would benefit from your encouragement and can learn from your experience. How about we make it a competition, I know how you boys like competition. Whichever team ejaculates first can have a cocktail while the losers clean them up. Off you go." There then followed the most bizarre sight of two lingerie clad boys giving each other head while two other pansy boys offered them encouragement and the women around cheered them on. Fran?oise and I stood next to each other, holding hands and watching in shock, both of us getting a little turned on. In the end Matthew's experience clearly helped as he encouraged Paul and Sean climaxed first. After Paul had eventually recovered from his own climax, he stood up next to Matthew as Fran?oise and I handed them a cocktail each. Meanwhile Martin had to clean up Sean, while Sean in turn cleaned up Paul. The truly bizarre evening finished shortly after with the exultant women leading their shocked and weeping boys out to their cars, thanking Aunt Mary, Fran?oise and I as they left. After closing the door, Aunt Mary looked at us and laughed. "Well done my girls. You have been fantastic tonight. I had no idea that would turn out the way it did. You can go home now, but when I spoke to you earlier I did offer you a bed for the night. The offer is still open for you." We looked at each other and nodded. "Well let's just clear the room and then we can all go to bed." =#= After a little while, Fran?oise and I had done most of the clearing up and Aunt Mary said she would finish off as she had some other bits and pieces to do. "Let me show you to the room you can stay in," she said, "Then you can get yourselves ready for bed while I finish off down here." Taking us upstairs we went through a door into a room I hadn't been in before. I was, perhaps, the most feminine room I had ever been. Everything reeked of femininity and wherever they could be used, lace, satin and silk abounded. In the centre of the room was a large bed, super-king sized at least, draped in satin sheets. "You can find some nightwear in that dresser over there if you want some as I know you didn't bring anything with you, and the bathroom is through the door," she said pointing to the dresser and the door in turn. "I'll leave you to it." As she turned and left the room, Fran?oise and I looked at each other with eyes wide. Then a grin crept across her face. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Oh those poor boys, how embarrassing that must have been for them," I responded remembering the time I had had to expose myself to satisfy Mrs Smith. "Oh I know," Fran?oise responded, "although perhaps some of them deserved it. But didn't it turn you on?" I couldn't help but grin slightly. "Yes, I guess so," I responded. "Want to try it?" she asked with a mischievous look on her face as she moved towards me. "Hmm," I said smiling as she kissed me full on the lips and wrapped her arms around me, starting to undo my buttons. Following suit I started to undo the small satin covered buttons on the back of her dress. Once we were unbuttoned, we stepped back from each other and let the dresses and petticoats fall to the floor. Stepping out of the piles of satin and lace, we held each other again. Deep kisses were accompanied by stroking as we held each other close, our breasts touching through our lingerie. I could feel Fran?oise's hand on my pantie covered rear, and as she moved it inside the material I followed suit again. Fran?oise then slid down to the floor, kneeling in front of me, sliding first the frilly knickers that matched the dress I had been wearing and then my own panties to the floor. Stepping out of them and my shoes, I stood in front of here looking from most angles like a beautiful, scantily clad woman, but this woman had a raging erection on which Fran?oise placed a gentle kiss and stood up. After I had repaid the favour by removing her panties, Fran?oise led me over to the bed. Lying down she beckoned me to join her. "No, not like that," she said as I went to lay down beside her, "remember Sean and Paul from earlier." How could I forget! Turning round I lifted one of my stocking clad legs over her until I was positioned with my thingy near her mouth. Once I was in position, I looked down and saw her area framed neatly by her corset, suspenders and the tops of her stockings. Overwhelmed by the sensuality of it all, I leant forward and placed a kiss on her mound. As I did show, she began to kiss my thingy and then take it into her mouth. After some repositioning, we settled into a rhythm that was pleasing to both of us, me licking and nosing her, trying to find her g-spot and she licking and kissing me. I just closed my eyes and gave myself over to pleasure. After a little while I could feel her hands on my rear, stroking my ball sack and gently scratching a finger nail along my perineum. Then I felt her smear some moisturizer around my hole and I smiled to myself, looking forward to what might be coming. What happened, was not what I thought might happen though. After a little rubbing with her fingers I felt her pushing something up against my hole. Expecting it to be a vibrator but not really thinking about how she got it there, I pushed back slightly, wanting to enjoy the moment and please her at the same time. The tip of the vibrator pushed inside me slightly, then she pulled it away. Momentarily she pushed it back again, and this time I pushed back harder, taking the whole tip inside me. As I did so, the whole of the head eased inside me and then, strangely it didn't go any further and my hole seemed to close around the shaft completely. However, it hit the spot and without any control, I spurted excessively, partly in her mouth but also over her face. "Bravo," said a voice followed by some clapping and my eyes popped open. There in the reflection of the full length mirror I could see Aunt Mary. "Oh I'm sorry if I disturbed you two love birds," she said smiling, "but when I came in, I couldn't help myself. Seeing you so engrossed with each other, I thought I might help things along." It was then, as I turned around to face her that I realized that it must have been her who had pushed the vibrator into me. A vibrator which she was clearly no longer holding as she was clapping her hands. Looking back to the mirror I could see that I had sprouted a tail of pink ribbons. Looking back at Aunt Mary confused she said, "Oh my dear, it is just a little toy I acquired recently. A butt plug with a difference. You seemed to take it quite comfortably." Without waiting for me to comment she continued, "now perhaps you might want to help clean Fran?oise up a little." Looking down into Fran?oise's surprised eyes, I leant down and did all I could do, licking my juices off her face. As I did so, I could sense Aunt Mary starting to get undressed and looked up. "Oh don't worry about me dear, I am just getting ready for bed. Now finish up so that the two of you can wash yourselves up in the bathroom." Fran?oise and I went into the bathroom shocked and surprised and cleaned ourselves up. As I walked I could feel my 'tail' between my legs. It was a strange but not unpleasant feeling, as was the feeling of having the butt plug inside me. When we returned to the bedroom, Aunt Mary was in the bed wearing a deep crimson nightdress similar to the one I remember seeing my boss in on one of my first nights. "Right girls, I think you've had enough fun for the night," Aunt Mary said. "Now if you help each other get undressed I have got you both out some bed clothes," she added pointing to two frothy piles at the foot of the bed. After stripping I picked up the small pink baby doll nightdress and matching knickers. Looking down at my tail, I glanced questioningly at her. "Oh I think it'll be just fine if we leave your tail in for the night. Now get your knickers on girls and get into bed," she finished throwing the covers back. Clearly we would all be sleeping together. I looked towards Fran?oise and she just shrugged. Getting in either side of Aunt Mary we slid down beside her. "Now girls, nestle down and no funny business. It is late and it is the first day of the week, we don't want to get behind on our beauty sleep," and enveloping us in the heavenly satin, she kissed us both goodnight on our foreheads and turned off the light. It took me a while to fall asleep, partly because of the frisson of excitement every time I moved on the satin but also because of the butt plug. Was it alright to leave it in all night and how did I feel about it? I never came up with an answer as sleep took me. =#= I awoke with my face pressed up against Aunt Mary's breast. She looked down at me and smiled, "If you would like to you can," she said. I looked confused then glanced over at Fran?oise who was also just waking up. Again she shrugged and reaching up pulled Aunt Mary's nightdress strap down over her shoulder freeing her breast which she then took in her hand and started kissing. Deciding that what was alright for Fran?oise must also be alright for me I followed suit. As I did so I could feel Aunt Mary's hand reaching down my back and into my knickers. I wondered if she was doing the same to Fran?oise. She then started to play with my 'tail', flicking it and tugging gently on it. This caused instant arousal and before too long I exploded inside my knickers. "Oh," I said and she just smiled. "Perhaps it is time we get up girls, we all have stuff to be getting on with, and I don't want you to be late for work Stephanie. =#= A few minutes later after cleaning ourselves up and getting dressed, we had a cup of strong coffee then said our goodbyes. "See you next week," Aunt Mary waved smiling as we both looked at each other with a sense of trepidation. The journey back to work was quiet as we took in what had happened. Back at the house Fran?oise leant over to me and gave me a kiss. "I love you," she said with a smile. "Now go, before you are too late." "See you Friday?" I asked. "Yes please," she responded smiling again, and as I closed the car door she drove away. After watching her go I shook my head and went into the house. What was I going to say to Mrs. Smith?! As little as possible I hoped! =#= Fortunately Mrs. Smith wasn't in when I entered the house so I was able to take my time getting ready for work. I relaxed in a both of hot bubbles, the lavender scented water causing my skin to tingle all over. In particular I could feel my hole tingling where it was recovering from a night with a butt plug in. It didn't feel at all uncomfortable, just different. What did feel uncomfortable, even with the new breast forms, was my chest, and I resolved to make sure I took my medication every meal as I had been instructed to ensure the breast growth was halted. When I got out of the bath and dried myself, I was just about to put my panties on when I decided I would insert a tampon in to my hole, justifying it to myself as a way of soothing the slight pain from the stretching that occurred over night. Smearing moisturiser on the applicator to smooth its entrance, I pushed the tampon deep inside, relieved that I had something inside me filling the hole that had been left when I had removed the butt plug earlier. I also decided to use one of the pantie liners that Fran?oise had left with me at the weekend, smearing some moisturiser on that as well. As I settled my panties around my butt, the cool cream felt soothing. Continuing to get dressed, I donned my day uniform and set about my chores which, considering I hadn't been at the house for two days, I had got behind with. =#= In the afternoon when Mrs. Smith returned from work she was pleased to see me and also to see how much I had caught up on my absence. She was interested to hear about what had happened at the impromptu cocktail party. I didn't give anything away as I didn't want to give her any ideas, just saying that it had been nice to meet some of Aunt Mary's friends and spend a bit more time with Fran?oise. After I had prepared, served and cleaned up after her dinner, I asked my boss if there was anything else for the night. When she said no, I decided to get a bit of exercise before I went to bed. Changing out of my evening uniform into cotton panties, sports bra and shorts and t-shirt, I headed down to the gym and spent a bit of time on the running machine, indoor rower and cycling machine. It was good to exercise, but I did feel that I got tired and reached my limit much more quickly than was previously the case. Perhaps I was just tired. After a while I was exhausted and headed back to the house to another warm soothing bath. Getting ready for bed in my purple satin nightdress and knickers, I decided to insert a tampon again. Something about the feeling of having one inside me seemed comforting, and as I settled into bed and turned out the light I felt relaxed. =#= Wednesday of course meant groceries delivery and I wondered if Darren would return after the experience of the previous week. Perhaps he had been scared off by my kiss. Personally I wasn't sure about seeing him again either. Why had I kissed him? Did I want to kiss him again? It seemed the natural thing to do last time. Would I do it again if I had the opportunity? Whatever the outcome of his visit, I felt I needed to be prepared in more ways than one. So once again, following Mrs. Smith's and Fran?oise's advice about putting off possible amorous approaches, I decided to use a tampon and sanitary towel again. Just like last week, I also decided that even though I was wearing a relatively mundane work dress, there was no reason why I couldn't feel glamorous underneath so I chose my black satin suspender slip to go with black satin knickers, sheer black stockings and, instead of my usual work pumps I would wear my 2" court shoes. A little more make up than was necessary for a day of work and a generous spritz of perfume and I was ready. =#= I wasn't disappointed. At 10am the door bell rang, and when I opened it, there stood Darren, looking a little sheepish. "Good morning," I said, taking the initiative and smiling. "Would you like to come in?" "Yes please," he responded. "I've not got so much this week so it shouldn't take too long." Clearly he noticed the disappointed look on my face. "I mean it shouldn't take too long to do the work I have to do," he continued. "Does that mean you would like a cup of tea?" "Yes please." While Darren brought all the ingredients in and unpacked them I made us both a mug of tea and then suggested we sit in the lounge again. Once again, he choose to sit next to me rather than on a different chair so it was clearly that I hadn't 'scared him off' the previous week. He took a big gulp of tea and looked at me. "Could it be that you look even better this week than you did last week?!" I blushed slightly in response, getting carried away with the situation and completely ignoring the fact that here was a boy flirting with me and I, dressed as a woman, was responding to the flirting and, if anything, leading him on as I flicked my hair behind my ear. "They do wonderful things in the salon," I responded. "Well surely you don't need too much doing, you are pretty gorgeous," he said, then blushed himself. "It takes more effort than you think to look like this," I retorted without word of a lie, then added, "Are you coming on to me?" He blushed even more, and then without being able to stop myself, I skooched up closer to him, leaned in and kissed him on the lips again. I sat back and smiled, looking him in the eyes to see what he would do. Rather than running away like the previous week, he moved forward and kissed me back. This time, rather than the peck I gave him, it was a more lingering kiss. Sitting back, he looked at me. "What is someone beautiful like you doing working here as a housemaid?" "I enjoy living here," I said without thinking and realising that I really meant it. I was well looked after, had a roof over my head, good food and was well paid as well. I was also adjusting to the strangeness of living as a woman and clearly, by my current actions with Darren, enjoying that as well, "and I am happy in my work," I finished with a smile. "Don't you want to be more than a housemaid?" he asked. "At the moment this is enough," I responded, again without word of lie. I was just beginning to accept this all, "and anyway," I continued, the words leaving my mouth before I realised what I was saying, "if I left I wouldn't see you." With that he smiled even more, and leaning in, kissed me on the lips again. This time I could feel his tongue on my lips, and, seeming like it was the most natural thing in the world, I opened my lips and met his tongue with mine. Sliding up closer on the sofa he kissed me harder and held me. I could feel one his hands on my shoulder, resting on the straps of the slip I was wearing underneath. His other hand found its way on to my thigh, and rested there wear my suspender clip was holding up my stocking. As we kissed, the only thing I was thinking was if Fran?oise would forgive me, not that I was kissing a boy. Even though I felt she would understand, I also felt I owed it to her to clear it with her, and with that thought I broke from the kiss. "I don't want to make you late for your next appointment," I said, seeing the disappointment in his face. "You're probably right," he responded looking at his watch, "I should go." I showed him to the door and on the doorstep gave him a kiss goodbye. "See you next week?" he asked. I just smiled and waved as he drove away. =#= Closing the door behind me, I stopped a while and thought. That was all me. I instigated that. No one forced me. What is happening to me? I needed to talk to Fran?oise and couldn't wait until our shopping trip on Friday. Shaking my head I realised that I still had loads of chores to do, and realised I would have to leave my thoughts until later. =#= I spent the rest of the day in a bit of a daze but managed to get most of the chores done. On her return from work my boss asked me how my day had gone and, although I really felt the urge to tell her about Darren, I just said that it had been a pretty mundane day. I felt I should talk to Fran?oise before talking to anyone else. "You look tired," she said. I didn't feel tired, just a bit dazed and confused, but I answered her by saying that I was a bit after the late night on Monday. "Yes, I suppose it was a bit of a late one," she smiled enigmatically. "Well, why don't you get an early night tonight. I wouldn't want you to be too tired for our night in tomorrow," she continued, again with her enigmatic smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Being oblivious to any hints that she might have been making I agreed, and after my chores were finished, I once again had a deep bath, made sure I had taken my final pill of the day, and fell into a fitful sleep in my favourite purple nightdress, dreaming of what might be. =#= To be continued...