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Although I had told my wife before we married ten years ago that I liked to dress up in women's clothes, it had remained buried in our lives. She was never comfortable with it, I had never dressed in front of her, and eventually I purged all my clothes, restricting my transvestite expression to my fantasies. However, when we bought a computer and got online, and I saw how many men were engaging in their feminine selves, the world of cross-dressing began to demand some outlet or real expression in me. This need was further deepened when my wife and I both finally lost that extra 20 pounds we had gained since our marriage. Feeling it was now or never, I tried to work up the courage to ask my wife to help me dress as a woman this coming Halloween. Just once in my life I wanted to see how passable I could be and actually venture out into public. The time seemed right, when she appeared so happy and at ease after our ten year anniversary in August. She had told me she loved me so much and seemed closer to me than when we first got married. I brought up the subject one night as we lay in bed. "Lisa, are you happy and satisfied with me?" Her affirmative reply and deep kiss gave the courage I needed. "I need your help to do something, something I've always dreamed of. I want to dress up as a woman for Halloween and go out to a costume party at a bar or night club. I know you weren't fond of my cross-dressing before, and I don't want to resume dressing as I did when we first got married. But I do want to try it all out just once. You know, shave my legs, paint my nails, and have you make me up. To just once be the feminine person on the outside that is so much a part of my inner self. If you help, I know I would look so much more feminine, and I would only do it just this once. I'll rebury this part of myself and be content with the lovely life we have. This would just be a sort of closure for me." Lisa looked disturbed and obviously wasn't too keen on the idea. "Mark, I sort of understand why you want to, but it would a big sacrifice for me. What compensation would I get for helping you?" So I made my offer. "If you help me with this, then I'll take over all the household cleaning, laundry, and chores that you now do for the rest of the year. That will allow you to enjoy the big holiday season without being overwhelmed." That seemed to offset my request and a grin began to appear on her face. "You mean that I wouldn't have to do anything? That you would do all my chores as well as your current ones? Including ironing my blouses and dresses and hand washing my lingerie?" My affirmative reply brought the twinkle back to her eyes. "Then you'll be my household help for all of October, November and December. Just one question, why now after all these years? What made you want to do it now?" Her question surprised me. I wasn't quite sure how to answer, but she continued before I could respond. "I'll think about it and let you know in a few days." The rest of the week went by routinely, and I only occasionally thought of my request. As the time grew longer, I felt she wasn't going to do it and was trying to figure out how to turn me down without hurting my feelings. Then one evening in our bedroom, Lisa broached the subject. "Honey, I've thought about your proposal for Halloween and given it a lot of thought. I even figured out why you want to do it now. You've spending quite a bit of time online and I'm sure you're found some transvestite clubs or home pages. Is that true?" I couldn't answer any way but yes and fearfully told her that was right. I wasn't sure she would like that and there would not be my dream Halloween this year. "Well I'm glad you told me the truth. I was afraid you had started running around with someone who had influenced you to go back to dressing. If it's just cyber fantasies then I'll be willing to help you. Do you have a costume in mind?" I was totally shocked and so happy I had to kiss her and thank her. "Well keep that happy thought in mind during December when you're doing all the housework. Now answer me, do you have a costume in mind?" "Not really, I just wanted to wear a nice dress, maybe one of your old ones. I'm probably about the size you were before you lost your weight." Thinking on that, Lisa went in to her closet and got one of her size 14 dresses. "Here try this on." She slipped a pair of her dark pantyhose up my legs. As I expected they fit, and Lisa began to look at me. "Sit down, and let me see how to do your makeup." She then made up my face for the next 40 minutes. It looked great to me, far better than anything I could ever create and I just beamed with my new look. "Not too bad, she said, but I'll need to get some cosmetics in your skin tone. Mine are too dark for you. We'll also need a wig, blond like your hair only longer. Of course you'll need your own shoes, lingerie, and hose. Let me get your measurements and I'll get what you need. Just leave it to me and I'll turn you into a princess." I happily replied, "Yes my fairy godmother," and we both laughed. The next few weeks flew by, as I made preparations for Halloween. I plunged into doing all the chores, letting Lisa tell me what to do and how she expected it to be done. I found several night clubs that were having costume parties. I resumed my diet and was able to lose another 5 lbs. I wanted to do everything to make my feminine dream as good as possible. My wife was also busy, but she wouldn't let me see my new clothes, saying it would be better if it was a surprise. Finally, the day was near and as Lisa and I lay in bed the night before, she told me she was going to get up early and do some last minute errands. When she left, she wanted me to take a bath and shave myself. "I want you to shave everywhere, legs, underarms, chest, and arms. If you're going to do this I want it done right." This surprised me, as the dress we had chosen, would not reveal anything except my legs below the knee, but I wasn't going to argue with her. With my dream this close, I wasn't taking any chances. "I've also made a nail appointment at 1:00 for you at Salon Scene where I get my hair and nails done. You're to see Marie. She'll know what you want. When she's done, come home and I'll start on you." Lisa was smiling and obviously had really gotten in to the spirit of my fantasy. I hadn't expected to go out to get my nails done and was a little nervous. "Do I really need to have nails done at your salon? Won't press-on nails be as good?" Lisa giggled. "Silly of course not, press on nails wouldn't look anywhere near as nice and you'd probably break one before we get out of the house. Don't worry, Marie has several men customers scheduled to get their nails done before Halloween and she says that she does this every year. You're not the only guy going out on Halloween as a girl." A little relieved, I tried to go to sleep, but being so excited it took quite a while before I drifted off to dream. I woke up as excited as I had ever been. When Lisa left, I slipped into the tub and began to shave myself. As I worked up my legs, I began to imagine how it must feel to be able to do this all the time. With each stroke, the coarse appearance of my legs began to disappear, replace by a smooth soft feminine feel. The underarms were next. Removing the underarm hair seemed an even more serious step toward being female. Although I shaved my face every day, removing my body hair was more difficult. I had to pay much more attention to keep from nicking myself in these new places with their unfamiliar curves and angles. As the rest of my body hair fell to the razor, I could feel myself becoming more feminine with every stroke. When I finally finished and stood up to dry off, it didn't seem real. My formerly mature male body seemed so much younger and much more feminine looking. My chest which had been covered with a thick patch of hair over my breasts looked completely different. Before my breasts had seemed small, but without any hair they seemed to protrude more than I had realized. It brought back the chuckle Lisa had made when she measured me for a brassiere. Her comment of more than a handful made me blush now as much as it did then. Lisa's instructions had been modified that morning to include a little bikini sculpting. So now my pubic hair was reduced to small triangle above my penis. Everywhere else had been shaved or clipped as short as possible. After drying off, I put on a moisturizing lotion and powdered my body, just as Lisa had directed. Looking at the clock, I saw it was getting close to my appointment and slipped on a pair of underwear, light slacks and a polo shirt. With my new smooth body, these male clothes seemed quite out of place. I then hurried down to my appointment with Marie. As I entered the hair salon, I was as nervous as I had ever been. My heart was beating hard and fast, and I felt like everyone was looking at me as I asked for Marie. A lovely young brunette, with great looking nails came to the reception desk, and smiling told me to follow her. "Lisa told me about your Halloween plans, it sounds like fun. So many men would be afraid to do this. You must be quite special to let Lisa talk you into dressing up." That caught me off guard; I guess Lisa had told Marie that she had talked me into this role reversal as a favor to herself. That made me feel much more at ease and I began to chat with Marie with less self-consciousness. "Soak your nails in this solution honey, and we'll get started." Even though I was sitting in the back of the salon, in a semi-private booth, as Marie began to work on my nails, I was quite embarrassed. After cleaning my nails, working my cuticles, and smoothing the edges, Marie began to add the nail extensions. I was a little surprised at how long they were, but Marie insisted that was what Lisa had requested. After what seemed like hours she had them attached and shaped. Selecting a dark red color, she then began to coat them with numerous coats of shiny polish. I was transfixed. I couldn't believe how feminine these long nails made my hands look. I was also aware of how they contrasted with my male clothes and as she finished the top coat, I began to look forward to returning to the safety of my house. However, that was not to be. "There that's done, now for the rest of your treatment." Reaching down, Marie quickly slipped off my loafers and put my feet into a soaking pan. With a smirk on her face, Marie spoke to me in a matter of fact manner. "Let these soak a minute and we'll get your toes done in this same pretty red. I'll be right back." Getting up Marie left the booth, but returned in just a few minutes carrying a jar, a brush, and some type of tissues. "Lean back honey, and put your head up against the head rest." Doing as I was told, Marie began to brush something along my eyebrows. I began to really get worried, I hadn't expected to get a pedicure and this seemed even more ominous. I quietly asked. "What are you doing?" Marie just smiled and answered, "I'm just doing what Lisa ordered. She said to give you the nail extensions, a pedicure with matching polish, and to sugar your eyebrows in a more feminine shape." I was dumbfounded. Lisa hadn't mentioned shaping my brows, but before I could argue, Marie had wiped above my eyes and removed both the solution and my stray hairs. Looking at the mirror, I could see they definitely had a more feminine arch, but fortunately they were not overtly feminine or just pencil thin shapes. Marie then began to work on my toes and soon I had pretty painted toes that gleamed just like my new long fingernails. After they had dried, Marie slipped my shoes back on and with a big smile. "You're already. Don't worry about the bill; Lisa said to put it on her charge account. Have a good time tonight; I'm sure you'll look like a knock out. Just be sure and ask Lisa to take some photos so I can see how pretty you turned out." This brought back the blush to my face and I quickly thanked her and said good-bye. Walking out of there with my new feminine touches was very embarrassing. Fumbling with the car keys, it took me a while to get used to my new nails, and I drove home as quickly as I could. As I entered the house, I saw that Lisa had returned. After the surprises she had set up for me at the salon, I was a little mad, but also a little apprehensive about what else was in store. Going up to our bedroom, I encountered her hanging up a dress bag and gathering some packages. With a broad smile she quizzed me. "Don't you look lovely? Marie did a great job on those nails, and your brows. Were you surprised? And perhaps embarrassed?" I huffed back in anger. "Yes, you just mentioned the nails, why didn't tell me about the rest?" Grinning even bigger, she replied. "I just wanted you to look your best, and I wasn't sure you would go if I told you everything. If you're just going to dress up once, don't you want to do it all?" I had to agree, and now that it was over, I like the way my brows look. "With those arches I can give you really sultry feminine eyes. You won't just look like a man with eye makeup. Now slip out of those clothes it's time we started to get you ready for the rest of your transformation." As I disrobed, Lisa checked my shaving job and seemed satisfied, although she did get her razor and go over a few places to get the stray hairs. After that she told me to say goodbye to manhood as she pushed my balls up into my body. She used a few pieces of skin-colored tape to secure them there and pulled my penis back between my legs where more tape made sure it stayed there. Once again, I was surprised at how far Lisa was taking this. Looking at my appearance in the mirror, it already seemed more feminine than masculine. I knew I didn't have the biggest equipment, but Lisa had used the tape so effectively, that all traces of my manhood were gone. With another sly smile Lisa told me to bend over and grab my knees. As I complied, she reached in the vanity and pulled out one of her tampons. "Wait a minute, what's that for?" "You know what it's for. Just be still and I'll have you further down your road to a woman's world." This was getting out of hand, but I didn't know what to say. I wanted to be dressed as femininely as possible, but Lisa kept expanding the definition of feminine. She slowly inserted the tube up my anus, and then expertly pushed the tampon into me. As she withdrew the tube, she tugged lightly on the string. "How's that feel? Is it firmly in place?" Giggling she went into the bedroom before I could answer, knowing that it was a totally new experience and I wouldn't know whether it was in correctly or not. "Come on sweetie, time to get you dressed." I followed her into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed as she instructed. She took a short black corset out of one of the bags. As she wrapped it around my waist, I noticed it went from just above my pelvis to right below my breasts. There were 6 long garters that hung down from it and it was covered with a satin lace pattern. As she began to tighten up the laces in back she told me to hold onto the footboard. She tightened and tightened them, stopping several times to measure my new feminine waist with a tape measure. She finally seemed satisfied and I was left tightly bound, able to take only shallow breaths. Lisa looked more intense than I had ever seen her, and it was obvious that she intended to make me as feminine looking as possible, as if my appearance would be a test of her abilities as a female. Reaching into another bag, she took out a pair of silky black stockings topped with a wide lace band. As she slid these up my legs and hooked them to my corset, I asked why use stockings, as pantyhose would have been easier. "Silly, don't you realize by now that being feminine is as much about what is hidden under your clothes as what your outer clothes look like. That's why stockings are important, why your toenails and fingernails both must be polished, and why you need to feel my tampon filling up your butt." That reply made me blush again. I would have never imagined that Lisa would have ever said or done such a thing. Again Lisa brought something out of her shopping bag, this time a lacy black bra. Slipping my arms through the straps, Lisa commented. "It's time for the true test, let's see how feminine you really are." Hooking the back, she stepped around and put a pair of silicone pads into the cups. Then reaching into the bra, she pulled up from below and beside my smooth girlish breasts and slipped the pads under this accumulated flesh. Repeating this on the other side, she stepped back, and immediately grinned widely. "Turn around honey, take a look at your new figure." As I turned and faced the mirror, my mouth dropped open. Filling the cups, my hairless breasts bulged above the black bra. I couldn't believe the cleavage Lisa had created. How was this possible? As if hearing my thoughts Lisa answered. "They don't call them wonder bras for nothing do they? I got you an A- cup, and with these extra pads filling most of the bra, the only place for you is on top. Makes some good looking boobs doesn't it. When I measured you before, I was pleasantly surprised at how much breast you actually had and decided to accentuate your pert little bosom." As I stood there mesmerized by my suddenly realistic feminine appearance, Lisa slipped a robe over me and told me to go make her a drink. It was time for her to get into her costume and then she'd finish me up. After giving her a drink I retreated into the extra bath, where I couldn't keep my eyes off of my narrow waist and bulging bosom. Finally, Lisa called me back into the master suite. Lisa looked beautiful, but she was dressed in a short formal gown that didn't really appear to be a costume. "That's your costume? You look gorgeous, but what are you trying to be?" Picking up a satin mask attached to a stick, Lisa held it in front of her face. "I'm just a Victorian lady, with only a hint of a costume. I wanted this to be your night and let you get all the attention." This was not how I had hoped it would go. I had counted on Lisa being in costume to temper some of my embarrassment about actually wearing women's clothes in public. Her minimal costume would not be much help at that. "It's time to complete your transformation Mark, slip out of the robe." With that, Lisa took off my robe and checked to see that I was all in place. Everything must have looked ok, because she told me to sit at her vanity. She started applying the base foundation to my face, this time a lighter ivory shade closer to my natural skin color. Following this, she made up eyes, penciling in a little more arch in my shaped brows and applying a full set of thick false eyelashes. Lisa applied eyeliner and muted shades of rose and vanilla for my eyelids and then followed this with several coats of mascara as well as curling my lashes to give them the perfect look. My cheeks were highlighted with a light blush and she outlined and colored my lips with a dark red that closely matched my nails. Reaching into a box by her dresser, Lisa pulled out a thick long blonde wig that reached my shoulders when she fitted it on my head. It was styled with loose waves, and swept across my forehead down along my face. Watching her as she transformed me was thrilling beyond my wildest dreams. When the wig was finally fluffed out to meet Lisa's scrutinizing eye, I couldn't believe how good I looked Sure, I was not the prettiest face I had ever seen, but considering how far she had taken me, I thought I looked really good. Lisa then had me stand up. "Now it's time for your dress. Are you ready to become all female?" Nodding my agreement, she unzipped the dress bag hanging on our closet door. Lisa slowly withdrew a black satin dress with a low cut neck and a short flared skirt. Unzipping the back, she helped me into it and slowly zipped up the back. I could see why she had measured me so closely when she tightened my corset, because the waist fit as snug as possible. Looking at the dress in the mirror, I noticed it had 3/4 length sleeves trimmed with white lace and a similar lace border around both the hem of the skirt and the plunging neckline. It looked to be just the right length as it hit me just above my knees, short but not too daring. The top was something else. It was cut low enough to display all of my enhanced cleavage and really made me look feminine. Although I had expected to wear one of Lisa's more sedate dresses, I was quite pleased with the sultrier look of this satin formal. Lisa then reached into the dress bag again, and removed a very full lace trimmed petticoat. It was more like a crinoline than a petticoat, with stiff white organza. This puzzled me, as I hadn't expected such a full look in a dress. I asked hesitantly about it. "Lisa, do I really need that? Won't it puff out my skirt too much?" Smiling she only answered that I'd look darling, as she slipped it up my legs and pulled the drawstring tightly around my waist. Smoothing my skirt over the billowing crinoline, she stepped back and looked at me smugly. "There that's getting the sassy look I wanted." As I looked in the mirror, I was shocked. The crinoline made my skirt look much shorter, so short in fact that you could clearly see the lace tops of my stockings. As I moved back and forth, even the garters holding up my stockings could be seen. This was not what I had in mind, and I turned to tell Lisa. She had taken something else out of the dress bag and as she approached, told me to turn around. Reaching from behind me Lisa placed what I then recognized as a white lace apron over the front of my skirt and tied it tightly at my waist with a large bow in back. As she did so I looked in the mirror, horrified. I saw what the whole costume was; it wasn't a satin formal dress, but a maid's dress. As I stood there contemplating this extremely feminine outfit, Lisa tied a lace collar around my neck, and placed a lace covered headband in my wig. There was no doubt about it; I was dressed as a maid, a very submissive French maid. Lisa just beamed as she gave me an order. "Get a move on missy; we need to put your heels on. Sit down on the bed." Stunned at my appearance, I meekly followed her instructions. As I sat down, I was furthered shocked. The skirt rode up as I sat down and with the billowing petticoats; all of my stockings was visible as well my crotch where my panties would be. Lisa slipped the heels on my feet. They were lovely pumps, with a very high heel, scalloped sides, a leather bow at the top of the heel and sharply pointed toes. Looking up at me, Lisa laughed. "Well I guess I forgot something. Looks like you need some panties, unless you want to flash everyone." Blushing I was too embarrassed to reply, which brought more laughter. She reached into one last shopping bag and help up a sheer pair of panties. They were cut high up the sides while the back was only slightly wider than a thong. The front looked like a tuxedo shirt, with white lace and black button trim. The rear had a floppy white lace bow wider than the panty that draped down across my exposed cheeks. As she negotiated the panties over the shoes and up my legs, Lisa raved about how sheer and pretty they were. "This will be the icing on the cake for your outfit." I had obviously hoped for something more demure that would cover me a little more completely. After fitting the panties snugly around me, Lisa helped me to my feet. Again I looked in the mirror, not believing the feminine looking maid was really me. I was both thrilled and petrified. I loved the way my hair, face, enhanced bosom, narrow waist, and long legs looked. It was more than I had hoped for. But the maid's outfit scared me. It was definitely a submissive, sexy look, further accentuated by the short skirt, full crinolines, and lace trimmed accessories. As I moved in front of the mirror, I was even more sure that the skirt would offer little protection and that the sheer panties would do little to hide my cock or more correctly its apparent absence. "How do you like it? Is this the feminine person you wanted to display tonight?" Lisa asked with a touch of a smirk and a sarcastic tone. "I thought you'd enjoy a real costume much more rather than just a dress and what can beat a French maid for the ultimate feminine Halloween costume." I swallowed hard. I did want to look feminine, but this was a real test of my desire to display that part of myself. "Are you sure this isn't too much? I mean, this is more revealing than I had in mind and I hadn't expected such an extremely feminine look." Lisa just smirked even more, as I meekly voiced these reservations. "Oh stop being such a silly boy. Everyone will think you look great. I bet with that cleavage and those long legs, most people will think you're a real girl just being sexy. Isn't that what you were after?" Again I looked in the mirror, wishing I hadn't left so much to Lisa's control, but realizing it was too late now. Even as I thought this, Lisa grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. "Come on now, the night is upon us and I didn't do all this hard work for you to stand and admire yourself in front of the mirror." Pulling me along, Lisa led me to the car and soon we were on the road. Sitting in the car I felt the cool leather seats against my half naked butt and laid my feminine hands on top of maid's apron, trying to keep the short skirt and billowy crinolines down enough to give me some privacy. Again, all I could think was this is not what I had in mind and hoped all would be ok at the night clubs. Lisa was quite chatty as we drove down the road, telling me she was somewhat hesitant to dress me up when I first suggested it, but now she was really glad. I had turned into a much more feminine creature than she had expected after the first night, and as she glanced at my womanly cleavage, she smiled and said that it would be hard to look at me from now on without some thoughts of my feminine side. The road she took from our house was leading straight toward the areas where most of the nightclubs were located, but suddenly she turned on to a cross street away from that direction. "Lisa, didn't you take a wrong turn? The Upside and the Hall are both down on Boulevard Street. That's where the costume parties will be." Although I tried to be calm about the question, I was beginning to be apprehensive again, as I felt extremely vulnerable in my current outfit. Smiling, but keeping her eyes on the road, Lisa replied. "You'll get there eventually, but we have another stop first. I promised to drop by and see someone before we got to the clubs. She's having a party at her house and said she love for us to drop by." I began to panic. Going into a club full of costumed party goers was one thing, but a private house party was another, especially if it was a mutual friend. "Whose house is it?" I asked with a slight tremble in my voice. "There you go again, always wanting to spoil my surprises. Just wait till we get there, I think you'll recognize her house." As we made a few more turns, I began to suspect who we were going to see and knew it was Eva when we turned on to her street. Again I swallowed hard. I had dated Eva briefly before I met Lisa, and I was quite taken with her, although the feeling wasn't mutual. We had remained friends however, and she had even introduced Lisa and me. We hadn't really seen her socially much, because she was single and our jobs kept us in different circles. Lisa parked the car and with much foreboding, I got out began to walk up to her front door. Lisa was grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, another sign that made me worry. A quick knock on the door and Eva opened it. Gushing hellos, she quickly ushered us inside and hugged Lisa. They chatted rapidly, complementing each other's outfit and such, with little attention to me. I noticed right away that Eva also did not appear to have a real costume. She was dressed in a long velvet party dress, an evening gown that might pass for some type of a Victorian-period costume at best. If this was a costume party, why didn't the hostess have a fancier outfit? I knew Eva was one who never did things half way, again my anxiety increased. Finally, Eva turned toward me. "Oh Lisa, he is adorable. That outfit is just divine." Stepping closer Eva ran her hand over the satin dress and looked at me. "Turn around so I can get a good look. His hair nails, and makeup are perfect. You did a great job Lisa, he really looks the part." As I completed the turn, Eva stared into my eyes, with a knowing smile and an almost evil gleam in her eyes. "Do a little curtsey for me, sweetie. I want to see how you do." I didn't know what she meant and stood there just feeling very uncomfortable. "I'm not sure I know what you mean Eva." "You mean you don't know how to curtsey? It's simple, just lift the sides of your skirt and petticoats, bow your head, bend your knees, and dip toward the person your addressing. It's the most proper way a maid can show respect towards someone. It indicates that you know your place and recognize the importance of your guest. Now go on and try it." I was again unsure why she wanted this, but I followed her description and made a small curtsey. Eva seemed pleased, but suggested I try several more times, to get the correct amount of dip and that I needed to raise the skirt a little higher. As she watched me do several more curtsies, Eva turned toward Lisa. "He does know this isn't a costume party, doesn't he?" I was in the middle of a curtsey, but heard the comment. It hit me like a gun shot. My breathing, already labored and shallow because of the tight corset, became rapid almost to the point of hyperventilating. I thought I must've misunderstood her. I was desperate for some other possibility than what I had feared. "No, I was keeping that a surprise. Maybe we best inform him what will be expected from him tonight." Lisa's reply left no doubt that I had heard Eva's comment correctly. I looked at them both, and spoke with a trembling voice. "If this isn't a costume party, what is it? I really don't want to be here dressed like this, if everyone else won't be in costume." Both Eva and Lisa laughed. "Well it's a little too late now missy. I told Eva that I would provide a maid for her party and she has counted on us to help her make this a successful event. I don't think we can just up and tell her we don't really want to do it. I mean if you're dressed as a maid, it's not too much of a stretch for you to be a maid, now is it." I was dumbfounded. My dream night was not going as all as I had envisioned it and the idea of being a real maid at a party of strangers was not in my scenario. "But Lisa, I never said I wanted to be a maid. You picked this outfit. I would have never gone out with such a frilly feminine costume, if you hadn't given me so little choice." Again both women laughed. "Now Mark, you may not have told me directly that you'd like to be a maid, but you sure gave enough hints. You told me that you had found some information online and that got you wishing to dress up again. Now didn't you." I nodded my head and softly whispered yes. "So I looked at your search history and especially your bookmarks. You had many sites marked and in almost every one of them, were phrases like forced feminization, petticoat discipline, mini-skirted males, and panty- trained men. But the most common theme was men that were forced to be maids by their wives or girlfriends. You did look at these pages and fantasize about the same thing didn't you?" I swallowed and replied that I had dreamed of being a maid, but it was only a fantasy. Smiling Lisa continued. "A fantasy is just a dream waiting to be expressed and now you'll get to express your little dream." I started to protest again, but was cut off by Eva. "Enough of this false protest, you would have never let Lisa dress you up like this if you didn't really want it. Now pay attention, I'm going to give you your working orders and I don't want any mistakes when my guests arrive." As the reality of the situation dawned on me, I tried to calm down and listen to her instructions. I forced myself to listen as she described her expectations, but no matter how much I concentrated, my frightened mind kept thinking about how my shameless outfit with the sheer panties put me on display. But even as my thoughts swirled, Eva continued her instructions. "First I expect you to show my guests the utmost respect and serve them without hesitation. You are to curtsey when they give you an order or when you ask them a question. You are to refer to them as Madam or Sir and be quick to meet their needs. If they make snide remarks about your attire or what a sissy you are, just smile and offer an apology for your shortcomings. Since this is my party, you can call me Ms. Eva, as if you have been my maid for some time. Also, since my fianc?e will be here, you are to call him Master Richard. You do remember Richard, don't you? He got a big kick out of the idea of you being our party maid. He thought it was much better than some straight, plain-looking waitress from a catering service, especially when I described the cute little outfit that Lisa and I bought for you." That brought a chuckle from both women. I guess the expression on my face indicated how overwhelmed I felt inside. I couldn't believe that Lisa had planned this, but it was obvious that she and Eva had worked it all out. As if she could read my thoughts, Lisa snickered and whispered in my ear. "How do like having that inner feminine self out in the real world?" Before I could answer, Eva began again. "That brings me to the purpose of our party. Richard had a few friends he wanted to have over for drinks and snacks; sort of a payback for similar affairs at their places. So there will be three of his friends from the brokerage house and their wives. My roommate Trish and one of her girlfriends will also be here." Eva made a good living and could afford the mortgage on the house, but she was cheap enough to be willing to share the house in order to save more money. Her roommate was a bit odd, but Eva made it work. Also, I had to think that accommodating Lisa's desire for me to be a maid fit in naturally with her preference to save money at every turn. "Although they are not in the same social circles as Richard, she really liked the idea of a male maid and wanted to see you in action. And of course Lisa your darling wife had a few friends to invite. What was it Lisa, something about bartering goods and services?" At that comment, both women burst into laughter again; although I didn't quite get the point of their joke, it made me worried. Who did Lisa invite? I might be able to face Richard and the others, who were either total strangers or at worst casual acquaintances, but if Lisa invited some of our friends or people from the office I'd die. It had taken all the courage I had to get dressed up with the idea that the cover of a Halloween party would hide my true cross-dressing desire. Now, to be in a group of people, none dressed in costume, while I was both dressed and serving as a submissive maid, it would be far too obvious that my cross- dressing was real and not just a Halloween lark. Again Eva's instructions brought the reality of the situation back to me. "Your duties will be to keep plenty of snacks and appetizers on the food tables, bring everyone drinks as they request them, pick up the assorted trays and glasses to keep everything neat looking, and answer the door as guests arrive. I've got extra food in the kitchen, as well as a variety of liquors, wines, and beer. Just be sure everyone is kept happy. If you do everything smoothly, it will be over before you know it, just a few hours of prancing around. Is that everything Lisa?" Eva stood there looking smug and Lisa seemed overjoyed at how this was going to play out. With a giggle, Lisa answered Eva's question. "Except for the secret game you can play as you work. I'll tell you about that later." Again, Eva gave me that evil look. I knew this was going to be more humiliating than I could even imagine. My forlorn thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the throaty engine roar of a BMW driving into Eva's garage. The women noticed also and Eva seemed relieved. "Good, Richard's here. He's usually late for my parties, I was hoping he at least be on time for his." Her fianc?, Richard, strode into the kitchen entering through the pantry next to the garage, went straight to Eva, and gave her a hug and a deep kiss. I remembered him now. He was quite sure of himself, almost smug, and liked being in control of every situation. When I was trying to get a relationship going with Eva, he openly toyed with me, as Eva thought he was god's gift to women. Even though at that time he wasn't interested in making a commitment to her, any attention from him and Eva would cancel a date with me or otherwise shunt me aside. He seemed to know this, and I felt he enjoyed demonstrating how much Eva preferred him over me, by intentionally making last minute invitations to her. This of course meant last second rejections for me. Now I faced him and again he held the upper hand. Not only was he flaunting his masculine control and dominance, but it was magnified by my humiliatingly attire. As he held Eva, he looked over where I stood next to Lisa and with self-assurance looked at her, almost as if he wanted to walk to her and give her a passionate embrace also. "Hello Lisa. You're really looking great tonight. I'm so glad you could make our little get together. It's always a pleasure to feast my eyes on your loveliness." Lisa seemed to blush somewhat before replying. "I wouldn't have missed it for a minute. You do remember my husband don't you?" She looked toward me with a knowing grin. Richard responded with smirking grin. "Of course, although he wasn't so sweetly attired in our past meetings. I must say, he rather fits the bill in this little outfit." Turning to me, he reached in his pocket and removed a small object, all the while staring me in the eyes. Acutely aware of how I looked, I couldn't help but blush deeply, my pulse racing and my corseted chest gasping for air. I felt totally humiliated as I stood there. I wanted to run away, to get out of these dreadfully feminine clothes, and to return to male self. But I was frozen in place, as Richard reached out and pinned a small tag on my dress, just below the soft mound of my right breast. Looking down, I saw it was a name tag, with a cursive font spelling out Missy. Stepping back and standing between Eva and Lisa, he addressed me. "Welcome Missy. I trust you'll be a good servant tonight. I place a lot of stock in being a good host to my guests, so I won't tolerate any sloppy work. The girls have promised me that you'll make this little get together a success." Eva chimed in. "Oh he'll be perfect. He really enjoys being a girl, don't you Missy?" Again this was more of a rhetorical question, as Eva continued to talk with Richard and Lisa, not really waiting for a response. "Thanks for getting the name tag, Richard. It will make it so much easier for the guests to remember our new maid's name. Do you want a drink?" Looking at me he answered. "I'll have a Jack Daniels and water, on the rocks." Eva glanced over at me, with a smile, and silently mouthed out my expected response. Blushing deeply, I took my skirt in my hands, curtsied, and replied. "Yes Master Richard." I quickly turned away to make the drink, as all three roared in laughter. "That's a nice touch, Lisa. Does he do this at home too?" Richard chortled as they all went into the living room to sit down. Left alone in the kitchen, I tried to make the drink. My hands were shaking, and I felt like crying. I had never been so ashamed in my life. Worst of all I knew this was just the beginning. How would I make through the whole party? Finally I finished the drink, and placed it on the small tray as instructed by Eva. I walked slowly to the living room, taking only the short mincing steps that my high heels allowed to avoid spilling the drink. My legs felt like rubber and with the high heels I almost expected to fall. Richard and the women were sitting on the couch discussing some news worthy incident, similar to thousands of small talk conversations at parties everywhere. As I entered the room, however, all eyes focused on me, and the grins were obviously a result of my new servant status. Giving the drink to Richard, I remembered Eva's rules, quickly curtsied. "How may I serve you further Master Richard?" After sipping his drink, he looked me over; similar to how he had looked at Lisa earlier. "Turn around, let me see you a little closer." My heart throbbed under my corset, as I slowly turned around, until I again faced him. Smiling, he gave me an order. "Spread your legs, something seems to be missing." I did as instructed, shifting my right foot outward, so that a greater gap was present at the juncture of my thighs. Reaching forward, Richard roughly ran his hand over the crotch of panties. "My word Eva, did you castrate this little boy? He doesn't seem to have a cock or balls." Both women chuckled at this, and Lisa answered him. "Oh Richard you know he's quite small down there, not nearly the man you are, and I figured he wouldn't need them tonight, so we took care of them. Isn't his soft little mound more appropriate for an obedient maid?" Agreeing with a smirk, Richard gave me drink orders for the women and dismissed me. Back in the kitchen, I prepared their wine, my hands still shaking. With each step this was getting worse and worse. I thought I would die when he had touched me. I hopped this was the end of that sort of attention. Walking back with the women's drinks, I was a little more stable as my legs were not quite as weak. Following the same routine I curtsied and asked Eva and Lisa how I might be of service. Just then, the doorbell chimed. Now it was time to face more humiliation from other guests. I walked to the door shakily, my legs wobbling, my throat so dry I couldn't swallow, my heart thumping loudly, the sound of my heels on the wooden floor echoing through the house as if announcing my coming humiliation. Opening the door, I saw two couples. The men nicely dressed in sport jackets and the women with evening wear dresses. These were obviously two of Richard's friends. I took a deep breath and tried to calmly welcome them to the party. My voice betrayed me. The best I could do was a squeaky "good evening", that had a definite tremor to it. My "please come in and enjoy the party" wasn't much better, and each had a snickering grin when they entered the house. One of the wives even reached out and patted me on the back, with an empathetic look on her face. I was obviously not going to pass as a female maid, a remote hope that I had tried to nurture before anyone arrived. After I took their coats, the couples joined Lisa, Eva, and Richard in the living room. As I finished putting the coats in the closet, Eva called to me. "Missy, come here." I quickly minced into the room, and stood in front of her. "Yes Ms. Eva, how may I serve you?" This and my required curtsey brought peals of laughter from the newcomers. "Please bring a glass of wine, two dark ales, and a gin tonic. Also, bring the shrimp plate in from the kitchen." As she said this, Eva grinned broadly. I knew she loved this. Eva was always a woman who enjoyed being in a position of superiority and I'm sure having a maid, especially such an obviously submissive one, really fit her needs. "Certainly Ms. Eva." As I turned to carry out my orders, I glanced at Lisa. She also seemed to be enjoying this, much more than I would have expected. I wanted to be furious with her for setting me up this way, but I felt so humiliated that I couldn't seem to muster any stronger emotions. But I thought, just wait till I get you alone after this is over. Payback would be hell. As I walked to the kitchen, the party chatter continued, with much of it centered on me. Oh woe, how will I endure this evening? I brought the drinks back first and then the shrimp, trying to smile and be the perfect maid. I figured that any problems I caused would only mean more humiliation. I wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible, to just suffer my abasement in privacy. Even that was hard to do, as every time I completed a task I had to curtsey and thank the guest. Also, I kept hearing snippets of conversation, like "...stockings must be a male fantasy thing, pantyhose are just so much more practical..." or "...his cleavage is so realistic, does she have him on hormones...?" With each one, I'd cringe. My self-image had never been strong, and now with my feminine traits so visible, each comment seemed to strike a new cord of doubt. After refreshing Eva and Lisa's drinks I was almost relieved when I heard the door opening. But then, I panicked. Had I not heard the doorbell? Looking toward the door, I saw two young, trendy-dressed women hanging up their coats. This must be Eva's roommate, Trish, and her friend. I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. Eva had told me to how to answer the door, welcome the guests to the party, and then see if they needed anything. But her roommate had let herself in, so I guessed I should go see if they wanted a drink or anything to eat. As I walked toward them, Trish elbowed her friend and both were grinning. "Welcome to Ms. Eva's party, may I get you a drink?" As I finished the curtsey, both women were standing there hands on hips, obviously enjoying this. After eyeing me for what seemed like hours, Trish spoke up. "My, my, my. What a lovely little boy toy. Has Eva been hiding you from me? I expect the same service she receives, since I help pay for this place. Are you going to be our full time maid... uh Missy?" Looking up from my name tag she gazed at my face, unlike Eva, she expected her rhetorical questions answered. "No madam, uh .. Ms. Trish, I am only helping Ms. Eva at the party tonight." I wasn't quite sure how to address her, since she had stated she wanted to be treated the same as Eva. "Well that's just a shame; I can tell already it would be so much fun to have you at our beck and call, right Cathy? Maybe I'll chat up your wife and see if we can strike a bargain for your services. I'd love to get you alone for some fun. Yeah I'll have a drink. If there are margaritas available bring us each one, in large glasses and some snacks. And shake it sissy, I'm dying for a drink." As she finished, she smacked me on the ass and went into the living room. Luckily, Eva had a pitcher of margaritas in the fridge, and I poured two tall ones, and put a variety of snacks on plates for both women. Entering the living room, I saw Trish and Cathy sitting on either side of Lisa, chatting away. As I put their refreshments on the end table beside them, it was obvious that they were getting the whole story on my transformation that night. I intended to leave them, and make sure that everyone else was satisfied, but Trish looked up at me with a somewhat quizzical look on her face. "Missy, come here I want to see your whole outfit. It is just delicious." I stepped forward, with a heightened feeling of embarrassment. Why do they all want to see me so closely? Trish reached out and touched my stocking top, followed the garter up to my corset, and played with the tuxedo front on my panty. Her fingers traced across the panty down to the crotch, seemingly in search of something. "Turn around honey, let's see your little tushie." Doing as I was told, I turned around and she again reached out feeling both the garters and panty. "Lift your skirts up a little and bend forward, I want a better view." Again I followed instructions. By now the other guests were watching us, even as they continued their conversations. Trish ran her hand down the panties to the crotch until she felt the head of my cock, tucked tightly by the tape in between my cheeks. She stroked it, ran her fingers up and down the shaft, and grabbed the head between her thumb and forefinger. Suddenly she sharply pinched my cock head, and I squealed and wobbled forward trying to maintain my position since she still held the shaft of my cock in her other hand. "There it is, I was beginning to think that you really were a girl." Everyone laughed at this, and I blushed deeply. Although everything tonight was embarrassing, the surprise of this seemed worst. Then something else caught her eye, and she let go of my cock and her fingers traced the curve of my ass inside the panties until stopping. I felt a sharp little tug; oh no she was pulling the string on the tampon buried in me. "Lisa, what a nice touch, I can see you believe in taking it to the max. It will be fun doing business with you." As she said this, she let go of the string and pinched me on the butt. Just then, the doorbell rang. Again happy for the distraction, I turned, curtsied to Lisa and the two girls, and practically bolted for the door. Opening the door, I saw more friends of Richard. A couple dressed elegantly and a tall younger man, quite handsome, in an expensive suit. I welcomed them in, and took their coats, but something struck me as odd. Eva had mentioned three couples from Richard's office, but not a single guy. I hoped this didn't mean the party was going to be larger than just ten or twelve people. Offering to get them drinks, the couple indicated that wine would be fine, and went to join the rest of the party. The man looked me over, and then replied to my inquiry. "Bring me a double Jack Daniels on the rocks, but first tell me which one is Lisa. Richard told me to be sure and meet her, as she was alone tonight." This caught me off guard and I didn't really know what to do. Feeling as if I was selling out my male self, I pointed Lisa out to him. His smile preceded a comment. "Richard was right, she's really hot looking. Do me a favor and bring her another of whatever she's drinking and tell her it's from me. Ok Missy?" Even though I was embarrassed and hardly dressed for it, I wanted to haul off and hit this guy. But I knew that would cause more trouble than it would solve, plus he looked like he would win that kind of competition as well. I'd always trusted Lisa, and I'm sure this wouldn't be the first time some macho geek would try to put the moves on her. "Yes Sir, I'll bring you both a drink." As I turned to go the kitchen, he replied. "Thanks pussy boy." I could feel the humiliation wash over me as I went to get the drinks. Why-oh-why did I want to expose myself this way? I didn't have to ask Lisa to help me cross-dress for Halloween. I should have been content to keep it a fantasy. To just think about how it would have been to go out anonymously to experience my cross-dressing dream. But now it was no longer a fantasy; it was reality, with all the unplanned, unwanted, and unavoidable consequences, including me standing by, in my sissy panties, while some stud hit on my wife. I tried to make the drinks and wine as fast as possible, so I could get back to Lisa's side. I wanted to do something to let her know I was there. Bringing the drinks, I saw Lisa was still sitting on the love-seat, but Trish and Cathy had left, replaced by the young stranger. I delivered the new couples wine first and then went to Lisa with their drinks. I made a point of handing each their own drink, so he'd have to stop talking to her and take his eyes away from gazing at her face. I decided not to curtsey, I didn't want to lower myself any further in front of this man, but I did linger in front of them. This was one time I didn't want to go back to my sanctuary in the kitchen. The chime of the doorbell rang out, almost as if on cue, and as much as I wanted to stay, I knew if I didn't get it, Eva would make me pay in double for the omission. My thoughts were still on the man sitting next to my wife as I opened the door and launched into my now well-rehearsed welcome. It wasn't until I was half way through, did it register who I was talking to, Marie and her boss from the hair salon, Ashley. Although I had not met Ashley before, I knew both Lisa and Eva had been her customers for quite some time. She acted as if she knew me, and perhaps in a way she did. I knew Lisa liked to confide in her and I imagined so did Eva. They stepped in and immediately began to ooh and ah about my appearance. They both had to look at my makeup, hair, and comment on my well-fitting dress. Marie was especially impressed with my cleavage and narrow waist. She also seemed really pleased that her work on my nails and brows had turned out so well. Ashley seemed more focused on my maid's costume, and complimented me on the little details, such as my name tag. I hadn't thought about it, but the style of the tag seemed similar to what her employees wore at the hair salon. I offered drinks to them, and they followed me into the kitchen, as they both seemed to want to interrogate me further. Marie pressed me for more details on my experiences so far. "Are you having any troubles getting used to your new nail lengths Missy? I find that girls adapt fairly quickly. It's mostly a matter of using the underneath of the finger rather than the very end when performing tasks. You seem to be doing ok on the drinks." I really didn't want to stand in the kitchen making girl talk with them, as I wanted to keep an eye on Lisa and the stranger, but I couldn't get out of it easily, so I answered her questions. "Well it took some practice at first, and I don't think I could have ever gotten dressed without Lisa's help. Now I only notice them when I have to pull on something or I try to do something delicate with my hands. Although they do make my hands look pretty, it will be a lot easier when I take them off." Ashley seemed interested in my answer and responded. "Yes what you really need is to let your own nails grow a bit, not as long as these tips, but just enough to make your fingers look a little longer. Your hands are small for a guy, and the extra nail length would make them look much better. Marie can keep them looking nice and then if you wanted a longer look for a special occasion, she could just add a little tip." I wanted to tell her that this would be the last time I would ever put on long nails, as I had tested my fantasy more than enough. But I didn't want to sound rude, or take any longer in the kitchen than necessary. Finishing their drinks, I curtsied and apologized that I had to get back to work as I was sure other guests would need refills. Ashley replied. "No problem sweetie, we'll follow you out. I need to talk with Lisa anyway." This was a perfect opportunity. I could take them to Lisa and break up Romeo's secluded conversation. "In that case let me show you where she's sitting." I stepped out of the kitchen followed by the women and went in to the living room. To my shock, however, Lisa and the stranger were not on the love-seat; in fact I didn't see them anywhere. I muttered something to the women about Lisa perhaps being in the bathroom, and that I'd let her know they were here. I wanted to look around a bit, but then Richard and his two friends requested more drinks. Eva also pointed out that I needed to pick-up a bit, and bring out more snacks. I quickly complied with their orders, and although I was worried about where Lisa was, I made sure to curtsey and replied. "Yes, Ms. Eva and Master Richard." As with the guests, who had been there earlier, this submissive behavior caught the eye of the recent additions to the party. Ashley particularly seemed to notice, and as I walked by she complimented me on the appropriateness of my actions. "Nice touch Missy, it's always refreshing when a servant or anyone in the service field really knows how to treat their clients with respect. That's something I demand from all my employees." Marie agreed, although she seemed to be as interested in how delicately I grasped my hem when I curtsied, as with my words. Back in the kitchen again, I hurried through the chores and drinks, limited only by my short steps and light touch, both reminding me how different it was to do anything dressed as a woman than as a man. I had refilled all the drinks, including Trish and Cathy's and set out the last tray of snacks, when the doorbell chimed. With all these people, it was going to be hard to keep up, let alone sneak off to look for Lisa and the stranger. This time as I reached to open the door, I did so with renewed apprehension. I thought that all of the guests Eva and Richard had invited were probably already here. This meant these would be Lisa's (and perhaps my) friends. I was soon to find out how far Lisa had intended to take this and how much humiliation she wanted me to experience. I had finally decided that the party was a punishment for me trying to renew my cross-dressing. She must have been concerned that despite my assurances that this would be the one and only time, that in truth I would not return to my previous status. By making this evening so humiliating distasteful, she probably felt that she could snuff out any glamour attached to my cross-dressing fantasies. And she was right. At this moment I would gladly have promised to never dress again, if we could just go home and the humiliation would be over. Opening the door, I knew that Lisa indeed meant business. Standing on the porch were her friends and our neighbors. Shelly and Brenda lived across the street, and Irene and Debbie were friends she had met at our subdivision pool. I stammered out a welcome, not much different than the first time I opened this door. My voice was a shaky squeaky whisper more like what a mouse would sound like if it could talk rather than an adult male. The women didn't seem to notice, and stepped in much like Ashley and Marie, full of compliments and questions regarding my appearance. However, this time I was much less comfortable with my responses, and I kept feeling my face flush every time they'd ask an embarrassing question about my transformation. I kept thinking that Lisa must have prepared them, as why else would they be so intent on learning about my beauty secrets. Finally, I got them to give me their drink orders and I directed them toward the living room. I hurried to the kitchen and wanting to make some time to find Lisa, hastily made their drinks. When I returned to the living room, I found them standing next to Eva, and so even though I was reluctant to appear any more feminine and submissive to our neighbors than possible, I knew I had to curtsey and shower them with "Thank you Madams". Otherwise Eva would really give me hell. Eventually, I completed my serving and turned to look for Lisa before anyone else could make another request. Looking over the room, I noticed the door to the outdoor patio was ajar. Perhaps, Lisa and the man had gone outside. Stepping out the door, I was right; they were standing at the edge of the patio. It was my worst fear; he stood next to her with his arms draped around her back. His large hands cupped her rear and he was bending over kissing her sensuously. She had her arms around him and was pressing her breasts into his chest. I felt as if I had died. The blood rushed from my face and my heart seems to stop beating. I didn't know whether to interrupt them, or go back in and pretend I'd never seen it. Before I could move either way, they broke the kiss and turned to go back in the house arm in arm. Lisa saw me and without a hitch, called to me. "Oh there you, come here I want you to meet someone. This is Hunter; he's the younger brother of someone I dated back at college. Richard's firm hired him just a few weeks ago, and he suggested that we meet." Looking up at him, she continued. "It's uncanny how much he resembles his older brother Brad. If I didn't know better, I swear it was Brad frozen in time. Except that Hunter is a better kisser. Sort of a fantasy comes true if you know what I mean." Smiling, she winked at me. Perhaps this was more payback, I couldn't tell at this point. "Well I guess we should rejoin the party, it would be rude to Eva to keep her maid and the cutest guy both out of circulation. Have any other guests arrived Missy?" Clearing my throat, I softly replied. "Yes, your friends, Maria and Ashley from the salon." Looking at me with a sly grin, Lisa prompted me again, "Anyone else?" "Yes, Brenda, Shelly, Debbie and Irene." That brought a wide grin to her face. "I hope you were cordial to them, Missy. I think it is important that you make a good impression with everyone here at the party; being a good maid starts with showing everyone the respect they deserve and being ready to serve them." She ran her hand across Hunter's butt, and brought her lips up to his. Finishing her kiss, she continued. "Yes you never know who you might meet at a party." Lisa then motioned for me to follow them into the house. As soon as we entered the house, Lisa instructed me to go to the kitchen and refresh Hunter's drink while she went to talk to Eva. I just finished making his drink, when the two of them entered the kitchen. They stood on either side of me, and Lisa ran her hand over my butt, like she had done earlier with Hunter. However, this time she stopped when she found the string to my tampon and slowly began to tug and twirl it. She whispered to me while looking at Eva. "How you doing Missy? Everything still snug and comfy? Eva has a game for you to play. Something to make your maid service a little more thrilling for you. It's a secret game, you will be the only player, and she'll judge if you win. The aim of the game is to plug the bell in the sissy. It's kind of like pin the tail on the donkey, only with a different sort of tail." As she said this, Lisa pulled on the string again. "You see Eva has given someone at this party a special tampon. One with a bell attached to the end of the string. The game is for you to find the tampon and switch it with this one" Again, she pulled the string. "You'll leave the string outside of your panties of course. That way the bell will chime when you walk. When she hears the bell we'll know you have found the tampon and you'll win the game. Until you win this game, you'll continue to serve as maid for the party. If you win you'll be on your way to completing your duties. Now the hard part of the game is for you to guess who has the bell you need. So you must decide who to ask and hope they have the special tampon. One hazard will be if you ask for a tampon, and the guest gives you one, you must replace the one you are using even if it doesn't have a bell. You can use the little half bath off of the pantry. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. The two of them giggled and Eva said "Then let the games begin." I had grasped the significance of the game; I must debase myself by asking each guest whether I could have a tampon with most knowing nothing at all about the game. This would make me seem even more of a sissy than ever, especially if Eva had given the tampon to a man. But she wouldn't have done that, would she? I decided it would be much easier to ask the women first. I really didn't want to start with one of Richard's friends wives, so after givi