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Maid for the Job Chapter Nine Thursdays were usually quite mundane and nothing exciting happened until the evenings and today was no different. After a day of chores around the house and, as the weather was nice, in the garden, I was looking forward to a relaxing 'girly night in' with the boss. I hoped that she would appreciate my tiredness after the exciting week I had had, especially as the weekend was bound to hold its own excitement as some of her children were coming home for a couple days on a mid-term break. When Mrs Smith returned from work, I was taking advantage of finishing my chores early to go for a brief swim. I was not sure how long she had been watching me, but when I noticed her standing by the side of the pool, she had that strange smile on her face again. "Good afternoon, Stephanie," she called out. "I see you are enjoying yourself. I trust you have finished all your chores. You do realise this weekend is going to be busy with the children home, and you are due to have your day off tomorrow." Swimming over to the edge of the pool, I climbed out and grabbed my towel to dry my hair, completely oblivious to and unbothered by the fact that I was standing in front of my boss wearing just my swimsuit. I could see her looking me up and down while I responded. "All the rooms are ready ma'am, and because of the delivery yesterday we are fully stocked with food. Is there anything else you required?" I asked, worried slightly that she might think me cheeky. "I am trusting you that you have got everything in hand, but I will be keeping a look out. I have no problem with you using the facilities as long as all your work is finished. That is why you are here of course, isn't it?" "Yes ma'am." I nodded, slightly surprised with the firmness of her tone. Perhaps I was getting too comfortable here and should remember my place. I imagined that this would be reinforced at the weekend when the rest of the family were home. I would definitely be seen as the hired help by then. Perhaps she was just putting me in my place before they arrived. "Good. I am glad you understand me. Now I have everything planned for tonight, so when you have finished here, make your way up to your room and get ready. I have already chosen one of my old outfits for you to wear tonight and I will leave it out for you. You can choose appropriate underwear to go with it. I need to get changed as well and I will order the food. As the weather is so good, I think we should eat outside tonight. Once you are ready, prepare some G&Ts and bring them in to the conservatory." Having delivered her orders, she turned and left me to my own devices. Finishing my hair, I wrapped the towel around my waist and shut up the pool. By the time I got to my room, she had done as promised and my outfit for the night was hanging on my wardrobe door. It was a short white satin summer dress, ideal for the weather. With a fitted bodice, Peter Pan collar and flared skirt. I suspected it would look beautiful with the correct figure. Did I have that figure? I just hoped that whatever we were eating wouldn't stain if I spilt it. I got out my choice of underwear, my cream lace set that I thought would go well, along with some nude stockings and my brown suede sling backs. After enjoying a warm, soothing lavender scented bath, I towel myself down and dusted myself with talcum powder before stepping into my knickers which fitted so comfortably, especially when I rearranged my thingy. Picking up my bra, I clasped it at my front then twisted it around the right way, bringing the arm straps up to my shoulders ensuring the breasts were properly held. I had always heard women talk about the relief of wearing a well supporting bra. All I felt was more uncomfortable, perhaps because underneath the foam exterior, my own breasts were tightly constricted. I just hoped the medication Aunt Mary had given me was working. Clipping the suspender belt around my waist, I slipped the suspenders underneath the knickers so they were poking out underneath. Sitting down on my stool, I slid the stockings up my still relatively hairless legs, and fixed them to the clips. I had often wondered which whether the suspenders should go inside or outside the knickers, but I learned quickly the first time I needed the toilet! Sitting at my dressing table, I checked my face and gave myself a light make-over before spritzing with perfume and stepping into the dress. I fitted me perfectly and as I did the zip up the side I felt like it had been made for me. The only thing I felt was that as it wasn't lined I could get chilly quickly. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I should buy a slip or something to wear with dresses like this when I go shopping with Fran?oise tomorrow. Slipping my feet into the sling-backs and picking up my pink cardigan just in case it got chilly later, I made my way down to the kitchen to make a pair of G&Ts as instructed. Walking into the conservatory with a carefree attitude, I was brought to an abrupt halt when I saw my boss. Usually she allowed me to call her Martha on our girly nights but tonight I thought better of it. "Good evening, ma'am," I greeted here, handing her the G&T. When she didn't correct me, I realised something was different tonight. She certainly appeared different. Instead of her usually long flowing locks, she had tied her hair high up on her head in quite a severe way. She was dressed, unusually for her, in long flowing trousers, burgundy in colour, which lead almost to the ground. Underneath I could just make out her black heels. On top she had a low cut white satin blouse on with a black PVC bustier which pulled her waist in and pushed her, already ample, bosom upwards. Her make up was also quite severe, with deep lipstick matching the colour of her trousers and heavy eye make up. "Good evening, Stephanie." Her tone, while not unfriendly, had an edge to it. If she was trying to reinforce our roles before the weekend, it was working. "The food should be here soon because you took so long getting ready. However, I must say you have done a very good job," she added, "Quite the pretty little thing. The dress suits you. Perhaps you should borrow it again." "Thank you, ma'am," I responded, again noticing that she didn't correct me and ask me to call her Martha as she had done before on nights like this. At that point the doorbell rang. "That must be the dinner. Go and be a dear and fetch it," she ordered. Turning on my heels I made my way out of the conservatory. I could feel her eyes watching me the whole way. The change in her attitude and the way she was treating me made me feel slightly uncomfortable, but I put it down to her reinforcing the roles we both held before the weekend. Opening the door I took delivery of our dinner, a Thai curry. Thanking the delivery boy, I took them into the kitchen and plated them up on the dinner plates that I had left warming in the kitchen while making the G&Ts. It was quite a task to manage the array of dishes on one tray but I did so, and noticed Mrs Smith's appreciative glance as I walked into the conservatory. "Well, well. You really are getting quite good at your job. Very different from when you started. It's amazing the difference a few short weeks make. You're developing into a proper little house maid." Following her direction, I put the tray down on the table in front of her and was just about to take my plate when she continued. "Before you start, Stephanie, I must warn you that that dress is one of my favourites and was quite expensive. It fits you so well I would really rather you didn't ruin it." "Yes, ma'am," I responded, almost curtseying, "I will go and get and apron." Moments later I returned from the kitchen, wearing the apron. I waited for her approval. "Hmm, I'm still not convinced that the apron covers enough of the dress. Perhaps you should take the dress off," she suggested. "Yes, ma'am," I responded and turned to leave the room. "Where are you going, Stephanie?" she asked. "To take the dress off as you suggested," I responded with a quizzical look on my face. "Oh, don't bother with that my dear; your food will get cold." I was confused until she continued. "Here, let me help you." "You want me to take off my dress here?" "Well of course. It's just you and me, and you can put the apron back on. Turn around and I will undo the zip for you." Without being able to stop myself, I turned my back towards her while she undid first the apron and then the zip of the dress. Sliding it down my shoulders, she instructed me to step out of it and there I was, standing in my cream lacy lingerie before my boss. "Very nice," she complimented me, "now pop your apron back on and let's eat our dinner." That was one of the weirdest dinners I have ever had. The food was fantastic, but sitting there wearing just lingerie and an apron eating my dinner felt very strange, particularly as Mrs Smith didn't seem too bothered about it at all. I could only be thankful that the weather was warm, and as I ate my fill, I relaxed a little. When we had finished, I put all the dishes back on the tray and took them back into the kitchen while Mrs Smith said she would mix us a drink from the bar. When I had finished tidying up in the kitchen I went to take the apron off, completely forgetting what I was wearing. Heading back to the conservatory I saw Mrs Smith with the dress on her lap. "Missing something?" she asked, mischievously. "Please could I have the dress back to wear?" I asked, not quite pleading, but very weirded out. "Go and take the apron back first, we don't need it making a mess in here," she ordered. I was about to question her, but thought better of it. Returning to the kitchen I removed the apron then walked back into the conservatory in as relaxed a manner as I could given the fact that I was parading around in my lingerie like something from a Victoria's Secret show. All the time, my boss was watching me carefully. "Now Stephanie, let's dress you again," she said, holding the dress for me to step into. She helped me pull it up to my shoulders again, and then I stood there while she zipped me up slowly. When she was done, she kissed me on the neck, patted and stroked my bum and congratulated me on how well I looked. The relief that I was now clothed and that I had done something to please her brought a smile to my face. "Now, let's drink to your success," she said, handing me a drink that looked and tasted like rum and coke. She sat down and then, patting the chair beside her, invited me to sit next to her. "You may wonder what success I mean," she continued, running her fingers through my hair. "I have been talking to Aunt Mary, and she is very impressed with your progress." At the mention of Aunt Mary I must have stiffened slightly. "There, there," she continued, patting me on my thigh just where my suspender belt was clipped to my stocking, "There's no need to be worried. Aunt Mary is very impressed with how you've been getting on. Clearly she is happy, as am I, that you have found a friend in Fran?oise, but she is also pleased with how you are getting on in your studies. Apparently you and Fran?oise have been doing wonders in the kitchen, and you napery and cocktail making skills are excellent," she looked at me smiling, still stroking my thigh, and clearly expecting a response. "Th...thank you," I stuttered. "Do you enjoy going to school with Aunt Mary?" What a double edged question! How could I respond? If I said no, it would offend both her and Aunt Mary, if I said yes I would mean the schooling would continue and I was admitting that I enjoyed being in this situation. Although I was becoming used to my situation, admitting to my boss that I enjoyed it would be opening myself up to a long term future here. "I enjoy many aspects of my time with Aunt Mary," I responded, hoping to placate her that way. "Do you really?" she continued. "Like what? Aunt Mary said you particularly enjoyed yourself on Monday night. Why was that? What happened?" I could feel her eyes boring in to me, and I could tell somehow that she already knew full well what happened on Monday night. If I simply said something about how nice it was to serve cocktails to some of Aunt Mary's friends, I knew that wouldn't be enough for her, so I decided to tell her the story of the pantywaist boys. She listened with glee, asking me for all the details such as what colour lingerie the boys were wearing, why they were being punished and how they had reacted to being forced to give each other blow jobs. When I finished, she asked me why I had enjoyed it. At the time I realise Fran?oise and I had been a little aroused by the situation, but I wouldn't say I had enjoyed it particularly. Still, she wanted an answer, so I gave the only one I could. "I enjoyed the fact that I wasn't one of them," and, following an insistence for more information from my boss, "I enjoyed the fact that they all saw me as a girl, not a boy dressed as a girl, or worse, dressed partly as a girl like they were." "So you do enjoy being dressed as a girl," my boss shrieked with joy, clapping her hands. "I did at that point," I retorted, "as the other possibility seemed much worse." She frowned, but appeared to let me comment go. She had other ideas. "Now," she said, leaning in in a conspiratorial manner, "I am keen to know how it all panned out. Can you show me?" "I am not sure what you mean," I responded, confused, before adding, "ma'am." "Oh, sure you do. If I stand up can you show me how you helped undress Martin?" and with that she stood up in the middle of the floor. Thinking this a harmless, if slightly strange request, I acceded to her wish, I kneeled in front of her. Reaching to her side, I undid the zip and then the button holding the trousers in place before carefully sliding them down her shapely stocking clad legs. Once the trousers were round her ankles, she stepped neatly out of them in her heels while I gathered up the trousers and put them on the chair. As I turned back, she continued. "What happened next?" As she said it, my eyes were level with and facing her groin and at last I thought I could tell where this was going. As I carefully pulled down her black satin panties with my fingers, the black dildo that she had had me wear a couple of weeks before sprang out, standing erect in front of her. "Was it something like that?" she asked with a grin. "Yes ma'am," I squeaked, my hands still holding her panties around her knees. "But this was where I stopped." "Oh was it?" she asked in mock ignorance, "Well there isn't anyone else here so I guess you will just have to play the part of the other boy." "Yes ma'am," and reflecting to myself that it could be worse, I had, after all, given a real blow job to someone already, I removed her panties, allowing her to step out of them, and took the dildo first in my hand and then in my mouth. It felt odd after having had a real penis in my mouth and I wasn't sure what the aim was, although it quickly became clear that this was a double ended dildo and every movement I made sent tremors up though my boss. As I sucked and pushed harder, so did she. Grabbing hold of my head she continued to basically fuck my face while I knelt there. I felt used and didn't really understand the whole point of the exercise. Eventually she moaned and shuddered, and then released my head and collapsed back into the chair leaving me kneeling there stunned. After a short while, she recovered her senses. "Am I to believe that once one boy had done it for another boy, the second boy repaid the favour?" "Yes, ma'am," I responded, feeling slightly better as I felt perhaps my needs were not going to be completely forgotten. "Well then, perhaps I should repay the favour." Before I could say anything, she pulled me up to standing, then knelt in front of me and, putting her hands up under my dress, pulled down my knickers revealing my growing thingy. "Glad to see you are almost ready," she said looking up at me, and then putting my dress over her head, proceeded to engulf my thingy in her mouth. For a brief moment the oddness of the situation, particularly this whole event happening in the conservatory where anyone who happened to turn up could see, filled my mind, but then, as she start to stroke my perineum and ball sack, the sensations overcame rationality and, like her previously, I grabbed her head, as much for stability as anything else, and lost myself in the moment. Eventually I exploded in her mouth, but this time, unlike before, she didn't share my juices with me. She stayed under the dress swallowing everything I had to offer and cleaning my thingy with her tongue. When she had finished, she surfaced again. "All clean. Now why don't you sit down here while I fix us another drink, then you can tell me what else happened." As I bent to pick up my knickers, she stopped me. "Don't worry about them, you wont be needing them again for the moment." Not having any idea what she meant, I simply obeyed as she walked nonchalantly to the bar, the dildo standing erect before her. =#= I must have closed my eyes because I felt her standing next to me before I saw her. Opening my eyes I was met by the sight of the large glistening dildo sprouting from her groin. She passed me my drink and sat next to me. "So tell me what happened afterwards?" I carried on telling her the rest of the story with Sean and Paul thinking that was all she wanted but it wasn't. "No, what happened after the guests left. You and Fran?oise stayed the night. Didn't you get up to any mischief?" Again, I wasn't sure how much she already knew and what she was expecting of me. "Well, after tidying up, Fran?oise and I went to bed and tried the 69 position." "How was it?" she pried. "Fun," I reflected with a wistful smile on my face. "Oh, but don't keep the best part from me, I know Aunt Mary only has one big bed so she must have joined you at some point or did she stay up all night." I then had to admit that Aunt Mary had joined us and we had all slept together in the one bed, hoping to leave it at that. "I feel like you're holding something back Stephanie. I happen to know that Aunt Mary had invested in a new toy recently and she was dying to use it. Did you see it?" The only toy she could possibly be talking about was the butt plug with the tail, and I had to answer her. So I told her how I had discovered Aunt Mary's new toy. "So how was it," she asked, "using the butt plug, I mean." "It was strange at first, but I got used to it during the night," I admitted, hoping she wouldn't ask me if I had enjoyed using it. She didn't. My enjoyment wasn't the point of this whole exercise. "So, the lovely Fran?oise has given you a toy to play with as I have seen you use it, Aunt Mary has shared her new toy with you, I feel like I am missing out. Perhaps I should share my toy with you." A look of shocked realisation crossed my face as I understood where this was heading. "Be a good girl and go fetch the tube of moisturiser from the cloakroom, I think we might need it." I was going to argue with her, but I knew what was coming and I knew that if I argued she wouldn't use the moisturiser at all. Moments later I returned with the moisturiser. "Good girl, now kneel in front of me. The more you use the better for you I should think." Like a prisoner being forced to dig his own grave, I smeared moisturiser all over the dildo, taking my time over it, trying to put off the inevitable. Eventually she lost patience. "That's enough, girl," she added with emphasis. "Now, stand by the back of that chair and assume the position. This may not be the romantic first time you've been hoping for, but I am cross that others have had a play and I haven't." I didn't think that responding by saying I hadn't been thinking of any first time, would be helpful so I bit my lip, waiting for the inevitable. I felt coldness on my hole as she squirted some moisturiser there as well. Then I felt her push the skirt of the dress over my back and grab my waist. As the tip of the dildo pressed against my hole she paused and giggled. "Now I get the old. 'Why did the architect have his house made backwards? So he could admire the view.' Do you get it, Stephanie?" and as I murmured a response she pushed. The initial pain as the bulbous end of the dildo entered my hole caused me to yelp in pain. This brought a swift slap to my bum cheek. "We'll have none of that please. We don't want the neighbours poking their heads over the fence." That was enough to stop any further outbursts from me, and as she pushed further and further in, I tried to keep my whimpers and groans as quiet as possible. Soon I could feel her groin against my buttocks and knew that the dildo was as far in as it could go. She held her position for a while, clearly admiring the view, but just as the pain was receding, she started to partially withdraw and push the dildo in again, fucking me from behind. I wasn't sure what was more painful, the dildo inside of me or my own thingy being squashed against the back of the chair. Clearly this wasn't about my enjoyment but hers, and all I could do was take it as she pumped me continually, moaning and groaning until she had reached her own climax. With this she slumped over on my back, resting a while with the dildo still buried deep within me. Eventually she picked herself up and withdrew. The relief as the dildo popped out of my stretched hole was immediate. As she slumped back in her chair, I bent over to pick up my knickers and put them back on; hoping that the time of not needing them was over. After a while she noticed I was standing there. "What is it?" she asked in a haze of endorphins. "May I go to bed please, ma'am?" "Is that an invitation?" she responded and then, seeing the look of horror on my face, laughed, "Perhaps another time! Off you trot. Don't forget you're seeing your lovely girlfriend tomorrow." "Goodnight, ma'am," I responded and headed out of the room in a daze, the remains of the tears of pain drying on my cheeks. As I got undressed slowly, I removed the knickers and noticed there was blood in them. Fitting a sanitary towel in a pair of cotton knickers, I smoothed some moisturising cream on it before I put them on, hoping it would help the healing process. The cool feeling as I pulled them up snugly was most relieving. Putting on my blue satin pyjamas I washed myself and got ready for bed. As my head hit the pillow and I turned out the light, I was kept awake for a while about one big question, should I tell Fran?oise what had just happened or not? Sleep came quite quickly after I answered that one. =#= I woke late and with a start. The memories of the previous night came flooding back. Was my boss trying to fuck me into submission? I thought things had been going well over the past week and that I had been doing everything expected of me. I figured that there was no point trying to work it out. I just had to accept my place as the home help. Perhaps I had been getting too confident. My admission to Darren of enjoying the job now seemed a little far fetched. I was simply looking forward to the opportunity of escape, at least for a short period of time, with Fran?oise. I dressed in a low key outfit of white cotton bra and panties with another sanitary towel soaked with moisturiser to help ease the pain. A white t-shirt and jeans with a checked shirt over the top finished off my ensemble with a pair of loafers. When I got downstairs, I was pleased to see that my boss had already gone to work. However, she has left me a note and an envelope. I hesitated to read the note or open the envelope for fear of what it might say so I made myself a mug of coffee as a delaying tactic. Eventually I couldn't restrain my curiosity and I picked up the note. I needn't I have been bothered. It was quite a succinct and business-like note pointing out that today was the end of my fourth week of working for her and that the envelope contained the balance of my pay. Opening the envelope I saw ?600 to add to the ?200 she had given me three weeks previously. I really wasn't sure what to do with it. I could deposit it in my bank account, but that what is my boy's name and might cause problems if I tried to take it out. I decided to put some of the cash in my purse and then quickly took the rest up and hid it in my bedroom. Back in the kitchen, I finished my coffee and waited for Fran?oise to arrive. As I heard the car arrive, I smiled slightly but as soon as I got in, Fran?oise knew something was wrong. "What is it, my dear?" she asked with a look of concern on her face. "Can we just go for a drive somewhere far from here please?" I responded. "Oh dear, what is it?" "I will tell you when we get there," I answered quietly. "What about your salon appointment?" she asked. "I have just rung up to cancel it. I don't feel like going today." "Oh well, I hope your boss doesn't mind." I hadn't thought of that, but couldn't really be bothered with what she thought at the moment. Fran?oise drove away from the town and into the countryside until she found a quiet pub. "Let's stop here for lunch," she suggested, "would that be okay?" I nodded my agreement and we pulled over. Buying a drink, we ordered food and sat at the far end of the garden, away from any interruption. As we sat down she reached over and held my hands. "What is it, my dear?" she asked, looking me in the eyes, "You can tell me." Could I? I decided to start with the easier of the two issues, my flirtation with Darren. I explained the whole back story and how things had developed over the four weeks. As I spoke, all the while she held my hands. When I finished she looked at me and smiled. "Do you feel like you are developing feelings for him?" "Not at all, it just seemed ... fun to flirt a little," I responded. "There's nothing wrong with that," was her simple response. "You have told me you love me and I believe that. If you have a little flirtation with a boy, why should it bother me?" I was astounded, and a little confused. "Don't you feel like I have cheated on you?" I asked. "Not really. If you told me you wanted to be with him instead of me I would be upset, but you are just experimenting, what is there to be worried about?" A small amount of my fear lifted, but Fran?oise clearly saw that I was still concerned about something. "There's something else that you haven't told me, isn't there," she probed. I nodded in response, but at that moment our food arrived. The conversation went on hold for a time while we enjoyed our lunch. After the waiter had come to clear our plates and bring our new drinks, Fran?oise looked at me again. "So what is it?" I decided the best response was honesty, and told her everything that had happened the previous evening. As I spoke Fran?oise held my hands comfortingly. When I got to the bit about Mrs Smith fucking me over the back of the chair she was shocked. After a pause, she spoke. "Is this the first time something like this has happened?" At that point I realised that I hadn't told her about the other incidents with Mrs Smith since I had met Fran?oise. "No," I responded quietly and proceeded to tell her about Mrs Smith getting me to use the dildo on her and then use the vibrator on myself. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Fran?oise asked, slightly upset. "I was embarrassed and perhaps didn't feel I knew you well enough until now." Fran?oise patted my hands. "Did it really hurt that much?" she asked. "Yes, much more so than using the vibrator you gave me," I responded. "Perhaps it was too big for your first time," she commented thoughtfully, and then taking my hands in hers looked me in the eye. "Shall I let you in on a secret?" I nodded. "All girls find the first time painful, even real girls, even from the front." "But I'm not a...," I started before she stopped me. "Don't start that again. The point is what Mrs Smith did to you would have been as painful to any girl being fucked for the first time. This whole idea about some kind of romantic moment is completely made up. The first time I was fucked by someone we fell out of bed," she giggled. I couldn't help but smile, even though I felt a little disappointed to learn that Fran?oise had had others before me, but then that wasn't a surprise with how beautiful she was. Clearly Fran?oise wasn't really getting the point of my concerns. "But I feel like she used me," I protested. "She did," Fran?oise responded, "but then she is your boss, she has certain rights and privileges. I really wouldn't be too upset about it. I suspect that now she has had her fun, she will leave you alone for a bit. Now let's wipe those eyes and go for a bit of retail therapy." That brought a smile to my eyes. They way Fran?oise seemed to understand everything was so amazing. Not for the first time or last time was I thankful for having met her. =#= Retail therapy of course meant more clothes and remembering my first thought from the previous evening on putting the dress on, I purchased a couple of ivory satin slips of different lengths, a matching ivory camisole and a lightweight summer jacket that could be worn over a dress or with the outfit that I was wearing at the time. As we made our way back to work I felt much better, especially as we made plans for Monday and a sleep-over after school. I just hoped that Mrs Smith would agree to it. As I got out of the car to head into the house, Fran?oise leant over and gave me a kiss. "It will be fine darling, I am sure. See you Monday." I waved her goodbye and steeled myself for the weekend. =#= My concerns about the weekend were largely unfounded, particularly as it was only Mrs Smith's two daughters who came home as her son was going to a festival. I spent the entire weekend in uniform. I was allowed to wear the black dress during the day as they were family and not guests, but in the evenings I was required to wear the white satin blouse and black skirt. Mrs Smith even congratulated me on my choice of lingerie as she noticed me wearing one of my new slips under my dress and the camisole beneath my blouse. At no point did she try to humiliate me in front of her daughters, she simple treated me as a house maid, and so did the daughters. Both daughters were very pleasant towards me as the home help, but it was very clear that that is what I was in their eyes. They treated me with respect, thanking me in equal measure to asking me to do things for them, and all the time treated me as girl. On Saturday morning I heard the eldest daughter, Anna, calling me from her room. As I walked in, she was standing by the mirror in her room naked apart from a pair of beautiful ivory satin panties drying her hair with a towel. She had clearly inherited her mother's genes as was stunningly beautiful. The curve of her pert breasts was exquisite and I quickly had to stop myself from staring in case she thought something was wrong. "You called, ma'am?" I asked. "Oh, there's no need to call me ma'am, Anna will do," she responded. "Can you go next door and see if Elsa is using her hair drier please?" I nodded and left the room. The younger Elsa was also getting dressed, just stepping into a short satin dress, and looked up as I walked in. "Ah, perfect timing, can you zip me up please?" I walked over and did as requested. While I did so, she asked. "Is there something I can help you with?" "Yes ma'am, your sister would like to borrow your hairdryer if you have finished with it, she has forgotten hers." "Always the same!" Elsa responded in mock horror, "Of course, it's on the dresser over there. Oh, and don't bother with 'ma'am', Elsa is fine, leave the 'ma'aming' to mother." I nodded, smiled and left, taking the hairdryer to Anna who had now donned a matching ivory satin bra to support her beautiful breasts. "Thank you," she called to me as I handed her the hairdryer. "Will there be anything else," I asked. "Not at the moment." "Very well, breakfast is ready whenever you are," I responded leaving the room before she started asking questions about why I was gawping at her. As I walked downstairs, I smiled to myself. As far as Anna and Elsa were concerned, I was a girl. There is no way they would have let a male home help see them like that. The thought that they saw me as a girl was comforting and filled me with a glow of confidence throughout the day, confidence that they would not discover my secret. =#= During the evening as I was getting dinner ready in the kitchen, Anna came in to get some more ice for the bar. Before she left, she looked at me quizzically, filling me with a sense of dread. "How long have you been here," she asked. "Four weeks on Monday," I responded. "And what brings you to work here as a housemaid? Didn't you have any other plans with your life?" "I enjoy living here," I said without thinking, and realising it might sound a bit rude, "And your mother is a generous employer. I am also happy in my work," I finished with a smile. "Don't you want to be more than a housemaid?" she asked. "At the moment this is enough," I responded, and continued with "while I work out what I am going to do with my life." "Well, you certainly seem to have settled in well. Mother is very satisfied with you, and she takes quite a bit of pleasing," she said, smiling at me before returning to the bar. I was certainly glad she was satisfied with me, but in what way? I didn't want to think about how she might treat me if she wasn't happy with my progress. =#= After I had tidied up the dinner things I was dismissed, leaving the daughters chatting to their parents in the lounge. The treatment I had received from Anna and Elsa had settled my nerves, and I went to bed in my favourite purple night dress in a much better state of mind than I had the previous two days. =#= On Sunday morning I took Anna and Elsa a cup of coffee in bed. They hadn't asked me to, I just wanted to thank them for the nice way they had treated me after how rough their mother had been. I was also hoping, rather sordidly, that I might see them in a state of undress as I thought they were both beautiful and I wanted to admire them. When I went in to her room, Anna was still half asleep and she muttered something and motioned me towards the bed side table. I placed her coffee carefully on the table and left her dozing. Elsa was awake reading, and as I entered the room I gasped, she was wearing the same purple nightdress as I had. "Oh good morning," and then the smell of the coffee hit her nose, "Ooh thank you, I love a nice cup of fresh coffee in the morning. Why the gasp?" "Oh nothing ma'am, I mean Elsa," I responded, "It's just that I have the same nightdress as you." She smiled. "Lovely isn't it. What size are you?" "14," I replied. "Hmm, a nice comfortable size, not too skinny, not too fat, just like me. Real people like women with a bit of shape, not skinny like the super models, don't you think?" she continued. I did think, but just nodded as I admired the way the nightdress fell across her breasts. "Well if you're the same size as me, perhaps you can borrow some of my clothes if you want. I always leave stuff here that way I can travel light." "That's very kind and generous of you," I responded, "thank you." "Oh, don't be silly. They may as well get worn otherwise they just go unseen. Beautiful clothes, and under clothes," she added with a twinkle in her eye, "should be seen." I blushed slightly. "I saw you looking at me in my bra and knickers yesterday. Oh don't look shocked," she said in response to my reaction, "I am glad you appreciate beautiful things. I bet you're not all cotton underneath that horrible dress mother makes you wear for uniform." I shook me head, and then flicked up the hem of the dress so Elsa could see my satin slip. "I thought so," she laughed. "Good on you. You can come back and help me get dressed in a minute if you like," she smiled at me. "That would be lovely, Elsa, but I really must be making a start on breakfast otherwise your mother will be upset," I responded disappointedly. "I understand. Perhaps another time. What's for breakfast?" she asked. "Croissant, ham, cheese and freshly squeezed orange juice," I responded. "Yummy. I'll be down soon." =#= After breakfast, the family went off to church and then for a walk while I prepared the Sunday lunch, a traditional roast with all the trimmings. Serving up lunch at the dining table, I was complimented by all members of the family and, when he thought none of the others were looking, Mr Smith gave me a pat on the bottom. Although I wasn't particularly pleased about his attentions, it did at least reinforce for me that he saw me as a girl and not a boy. I was thankful for this as I didn't want any further embarrassment. However, as they were eating, I did take the precaution of putting a sanitary towel in my panties in case there was any intrusion later. After dinner the family took their coffee in the sitting room while I tidied up the lunch things. While I was doing so, Mrs Smith came in to refill the coffee pot. I wanted to tell her that I was perfectly capable of doing that and she only need call, but I knew that she knew that, so there must have been some other reason for her visit to the kitchen. "Well you really are making a good impression, Stephanie," she spoke as she filled the kettle. "You are everything an employer could wish for in a house maid, excellent at your job, well kept, polite, and amenable to having a go at things that aren't necessarily on your job description," she finished, winking at me. "My girls told me you helped them get dressed yesterday morning. How did it feel helping two beautiful real girls get dressed?" "I was just doing my job, ma'am," was all I could respond. "I am sure you were, but I am proud of how beautiful my girls are, don't you think so?" "Yes, ma'am," I answered truthfully. "I think every girl should aspire to looking beautiful and wearing lovely clothes, it's what sets us apart from the boys after all," she finished, clearly expecting another response from me. "Yes, ma'am, I agree," I said, partially to keep her happy, but also because actually I did believe it. I had realised long ago that if I was going to have be dressed as a girl, I would try to look good, I didn't want anyone thinking I was anything else. "Just not too beautiful," she continued with a warning look in her eyes, "I saw the way my husband has been leering at you. Just watch out for him." I wasn't sure if she was warning me not to flirt with him, which I wasn't, or warning me that he might try something on. Either way, as she left the room, I just shrugged and got on with the task of tidying up. =#= Around mid afternoon, Anna and Elsa decided they had to leave to get back to uni. I helped them both pack, with Elsa reminding me that I could help myself to anything of hers while she was gone. I made a mental note to check out what she had when I had the house to myself one day and thanked her. Once they had gone, Mrs Smith decided to go for a swim and Mr Smith went in to his study. It wasn't long before I heard his bell calling me, and I knocked on the door and walked in. "Yes, sir?" I asked. "Do me have any crumpets in?" he asked. I wasn't sure if he was being deliberately suggestive on simply plain. I hoped for the later and responded that we didn't, but did have some toasted tea cakes. "Ah yes, that'll do fine. Toasted tea cakes with butter and a cup of tea. Lovely, thank you." Taking that as his way of asking for something I left the study and prepared his afternoon snack. Returning to the study I knocked on the door, and when given permission to do so, entered the room. As I placed the tray on the desk as directed to do, he pushed his chair back out and grabbed my bum. "I do like tea cakes, but a bit crumpet is much nicer," he said, lowering me on to his lap. "What do you think?" I couldn't think anything, but I could feel something, something growing. I squeaked. "What was that my sweet, I didn't quite hear you," he continued, stroking my back. Thinking quickly I responded. "I do like crumpet, but there are certain times of the month when tea cake is much better." He looked confused and then suddenly the penny dropped. "Oh right," he said stiffly, pushing me off his lap, "Okay, well, er thank you for the tea and cake, ah that'll be all." I grinned as I left the room, flushed with pride at my quick thinking, but also thankful that he hadn't wanted proof! =#= The rest of the day passed smoothly, and after I got my stuff ready for school the next day, I had a relaxing bath. The hot bubbles and the lavender scented bath lotion eased away the pains of the day but unfortunately not the dull ache in my chest. I wondered what Aunt Mary would find tomorrow when I had my 'inspection'. The first thing she would find is that I would not be wearing my corset. I had already decided to wear the beautiful purple floral lingerie set that Fran?oise and I had bought together, hoping she would wear hers as well. Besides, I had lost so much weight that I didn't really need the corset any longer. Towelling myself down, I noticed for the first that my body seemed to have changed slightly. Not much, but enough for me to notice. My skin seemed softer and smoother, the hair wasn't growing back as quickly as I might have expected and, although I couldn't be sure, it appeared that my thingy was slightly smaller than before. I put the later down to wearing a restrictive thong so much and decided that when I was working at home I wouldn't bother. Still, as I stepped into some cotton panties and slipped a nightdress over my head, it did seem as if the clothes were fitting me better. Perhaps it was all in the imagination and I was just getting used to it. I didn't dwell on it too long. I couldn't. I feel asleep quickly, thinking about a sleep over with Fran?oise. =#= To be continued...