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Two Weeks later, I was once again working behind the Counter at DRESSED TO THRILL. But you wouldn't have recognized me! I wore an ankle-length, form-fitting, long-sleeved dress of green satin, with lace at the cuffs and hem and a lacey d?colletage that seemed to offer generous glimpses of a female bosom but actually revealed only my squeezed-up chest, augmented by a carefully padded skin-tone brassiere. This allowed me to wear a matching Lace Collar that concealed my adam's apple and softened the contours of my face. Beneath the dress, a lime silk petticoat slid sensuously over my- stocking-clad legs, the ruffled hem tickling my ankles just above the four-inch black patent leather heels that kept me to a dainty, feminine gait. Above the waist, I still wore a corset, but this one restricted my waist much more severely and padded out my hips and chest, to impressive womanly dimensions. While my hands were being softened with skin lotion, I'd had to wear skin-tight leather gloves, with padded fingertips to let my nails grow out. But today, for the first time, the gloves were off, and I marveled at how tiny and delicate my hands looked, with the shining soft-pink- painted nails. As I minced about with the short steps that were all my long dress would allow, I caught sight of my face in a mirror and shivered uncomfortably, even as I marveled all over again at Tanya's artistry. My brows had been carefully plucked into a feminine arch, emphasized with eyebrow pencil, over softly-mascaraed long-lashed eyes. My lips were drawn into pouting, kissable fullness and my cheeks skillfully rouged to suggest feminine roundness. The skin treatments had eliminated all trace of my beard, so nothing spoiled the soft texture of my face beneath the foundation make-up. And this face was now surrounded by shimmering blonde curls, thanks to the efforts of Tanya's Hair Re-weaver. "Tanya?" I asked my smiling partner, who regarded me with a mixture of quiet pride and undisguised lust. "Are-you sure, this is necessary?" "We've been through all that," Tanya lectured. "Remember, you agreed that if it would help Sales, you'd be willing to try it? And remember how you promised?" I remembered, all right! I recalled only too well how Tanya had kept me teetering at the brink of orgasm that night while she told me what a great lover I was, and how I knew exactly how to please a woman. Then, she mentioned that since I was so secure in my masculinity, I should help her with a little "experiment"! "After all," she cooed, tickling my silk-bound privates with her stockinged toes. "Lots of men who are completely straight dress up as women for professional reasons!" "What?" I tried to ask through the perfumed panties she was flicking playfully across my lips. "Dress up in..." "In Female Attire, Darling," she insisted, lowering the panties to caress my nipples, making me moan with desire. "Famous comedians on television do it all the time, macho Movie Stars... even Government Agents! As long as they do it strictly for Business Reasons, no one doubts their Manhood!" "But I just don't think I'd like..." "Won't you just try it?" she shifted again, and now her soft bottom rubbed gently over my still-hampered genitals. I hedged. "Do you really think it'd be good for Business?" "Honey." Sensing triumph, she warmed to me and turned so that now our crotches almost touched, the nearness positively maddening! "If we don't increase profits by Ten Percent in the first three months, I'II.... well, just let me say I'll make it all up to you, in a hundred different ways! Well?" Which was how I came to be working in female apparel. And although I didn't like it much, I had to admit that it was indeed good for Business! In the days since I'd started dressing this way, our sales were up 30% and the customers were talking longer with me... and buying more! Like the group that, came in now: Two red-heads, obviously sisters, and one rather handsome but uncomfortable-looking man in a business suit. The women marched straight up to me and came right to the point: "I want some feminine apparel for my husband here," one of them said. "Padded Lingerie, a Nightie, and perhaps a couple of dresses!" The man looked away, blushing furiously. "Certainly!" I picked up a tape measure. "Shall we step over to a Dressing Room and get some sizes?" Walking daintily in my heels, feeling the sensuous swish! of my silk slip across nylon-clad legs, I led them to the spacious Dressing Room, which just managed to accommodate the four of us. Under the stern eye of his wife, the man removed his business suit, shirt, tie, T-shirt.., even his shoes and socks! And I saw that he was wearing pink silk panties with white lace trim! And not only that, but his skin was shaved smooth -- just like mine! Now I'm not Gay, but somehow I found the sight of this embarrassed man in panties terribly arousing! Perhaps it was the obvious glee of his- wife and her sister, or maybe by now I had come to associate Lingerie with steamy sex and Tanya. Whatever the case, I squirmed as I felt myself hardening in my satin panties! "That's right, Dave," his wife said. "Stand there in, your pretty pink panties and let the nice lady measure you!" "And be sweet to her!" the sister-in-law added. "Remember, if you'd been nicer to my Leslie, you wouldn't here now!" "I will, Cheryl," he answered, then turned to his wife. "But you promise it's just for this weekend, Hon?" "So long as you follow orders, Darling!" She smiled evilly at him, clearly enjoying her husband's shame as much as her sister. A few minutes later, I had his measurements, and while he waited in the Dressing Room, the ladies 'and. I went out to pick clothing for him. "Let's, see now," I said. "You said a couple of dresses..." "Forget that." To my surprise, the wife pressed a Fifty into my hand and whispered, "That's for just going along with us! No matter what, don't tip him off: Okay?" "What is, this?" I was taken aback. "I thought--" "Oh let's' tell her, Vi," Cheryl, the sister-in-law whispered. "She'll understand!" "Okay," her sister answered. "But come over here by the Nighties and pretend to be showing them so Dave doesn't get suspicious!" Once we were over at the Nightwear, they opened up to me: "You can probably tell we're sisters," Cheryl said. "And you may have seen me in here a few months-back, shopping for my husband Leslie!" When I looked puzzled, she went on. "Leslie is a TV," she said. "And a darling little submissive! I never knew about Transvestites till I married him, but once I got to know more about his needs and his fantasies, I just fell in love with the idea... and more in love with him than ever!" "Leslie is a dear," Vi put in. "Just the sweetest man you could ever want. And when Cheryl let me in on their secret, I found it just as thrilling as she did! But my husband Dave..." "Hmmph!" Cheryl snorted disdainfully. "When he found out about it, Mister Macho in there pretended to be Understanding; But all the while, he was making jokes about Leslie behind his back!" "Last week at a party, he got drunk and let something slip," Vi went on. "And in the most insulting terms possible! Fortunately, the person Dave told didn't believe him..... thought he was just drunk, but. I knew we'd have to do something to teach him a lesson." "So Vi got him to promise to dress up in women's clothes for the Weekend!" Cheryl finished. "He thinks it's just going to be around the house, but... OH! This is just Darling.! Let's try it on him!" They had picked out a, shameless black silk nightie, and I helped them select some matching lingerie. "Perfect!" Vi looked at the ensemble. "Go get him into it, Cheryl.... then send him out to 'me! I'll keep. him occupied!" Minutes later, with much awkward hesitation, Dave peeked out of the Dressing Room, and his face fell at the sight of us, clear across the room! I could tell at a glance that the thought of mincing all the way over here in a black silk nightie filled him with dread, but then Cheryl must have goosed him or something, because he jumped and squawked, then came flouncing toward us! He was quite a sight! The black lace nightie was of sheerest silk,with lace trim, and the way it glided over his body as he walked was thrilling. Underneath, his padded black lace bra and too-tight reinforced Lace Panties were clearly visible, giving him the contours of a well-proportioned young lady! His legs, encased in black silk stockings held up by a wispy satin garter-belt, were well-shaped, enhanced by the high-heeled black fuzzy slippers I'd provided. And as he came sashaying across the floor to us, his male face looked so dismayed and out of place I fought to keep from laughing! Vi jumped in immediately: "That face will never do!" she snapped. "Don't you have a Wig or Makeup or something?" "We certainly do." I smiled. "Care to step over to the Counter?" At the Makeup Counter, Vi and I picked out a wig for her husband -- a long, wavy blonde one -- then set about artfully making up his face. As we did, Vi insisted he turn away from the Light, and I wondered about this at first... till I saw Cheryl sneaking out the door with his clothes wadded under her arm! When we finished with Dave a few minutes later, he looked perfect: Soft-featured, long-lashed, red-lipped, demure, completely feminine... and totally mortified! The long blonde wig flowed sensuously across his black satin shoulders as he turned to look at himself at last. "Omigawd, Vi! What've you done to me??" "Just what I promised to," she said evenly. "And just what you promised to go along with!" She turned to me. "This ensemble looks just fine," she said. "What do we owe you?" A flash of Plastic later, Dave had bought a lovely' Sleepwear outfit... and DRESSED TO THRILL was Six Hundred Dollars richer! Vi made the transaction while her husband went to the Dressing Room.. then ,came running out! "VI," he gasped. "My Clothes! They're gone!" "Not gone," his wife corrected gently. "They're just over at Cheryl's! She's got them." "Got my clothes?" His red lips formed a dismayed "0!" as his gracefully arched eyebrows shot up. "What for? What are you two planning?" "Oh it's way beyond the Planning Stage, Darling," she smiled. "It's at the point, now where either you go along with what we say or I just leave you here....dressed just as you are!" He stared at her for a moment. Then he turned his lovely, blue-shadowed long-lashed eyes to me, but I just looked stern. His pretty black-silk clad shoulders sagged and his blonde head bowed submissively as all the fight slowly ebbed out of him. "Very well, Dear." He sighed. "What will you have 'me do?" The look of triumph in her eyes was unmistakable... and oddly familiar! Had I seen that look before in Helen's eyes? Or Tanya's? "First," she pronounced, "you will very humbly ask this nice Lady for a Spanking, as a sign of your total commitment to penance towards Tratisvestites!" I must have looked startled as I realized' she meant me! But I wasn't really a Transvestite, was I?As I cleared my head, Dave was talking in low, high-pitched tones: "... Would be ever so grateful if you'd please spank me!" He murmured. For a moment I wavered. Then, "Very well," I said, and it didn't seem like me talking at all, but someone else, who hadtaken possession of my body in these clothes. "But you'll have to lower those pretty padded panties to get the full benefit!" I could see his face turn ten shades of red beneath the makeup as he slowly turned, and, with trembling red-tipped fingers, lowered the black silk panties and bent forward. Crack! Crack! Crack! Again, it was like someone else moving my arm as my hand cracked across the quivering pink globes. I heard him moan softly, and somehow the sound brought me back to reality. "There!" I said, my voice husky and tremulous. "And let that be a lesson to you!" "Oh that's not the only lesson he's going to get!" his wife gloated. "We're going to a Studio that specializes in 'Boudoir' Photography for a whole array of racy portraits of my New Girlfriend here! And if 'she' does very nicely, I'll take her to my sister's where 'she' can help Leslie with the Housework! They have the most darling little Maid's outfit, and we'll let Leslie dress you dear! And perhaps this Fall, I'll dress you up for the street Faire! Come along now... the car 's just a few doors down, and you should be able to walk there in your pretty slippers... unless Cheryl's moved it!" Arid I watched the poor simpering creature in black lace scamper out behind his wife. "Well?" Tanya startled me out of my reverie. "Did you think he was an Unwilling Victim?" "You man he wasn't?" I asked incredulous. "Of course not!" she laughed. "Notice how quickly he gave in? Obviously, he was just begging for that treatment!" "Tanya." Unconvinced, I changed the subject. "What-is-this Street Faire?" "It's kind of a new/old Tradition around here," she said. "An old-style Street Fair: They block off the streets for a couple blocks, vendors set up booths and folks come to browse and buy... only this being Frisco, it's also a celebration of Alternate Life Styles! There are quite a few Gay-oriented booths, of course, and just oodles of places catering to TVs, plus lots of Bondage, S/M and the like.., folks come and go dressed any way they please -- there's a place where you can check your clothes at the entrance if you want to walk around in kinky attire or even stark naked! And some even wilder activities in rooms off the main drag!" "Do we do a booth there?" I asked. "We did one year," Tanya said. "But really as close as we are, we get plenty of Trade anyway, without the expense of hiring Space. Next to Christmas, it's probably our busiest time of the year! But look: It's almost Closing Time! We've done pretty well today!" "And my feet are killing me!" I sighed, mincing to the door. "I can't wait to change out of these things and back into my comfortable Male Clothes!" Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I caught just the tiniest odd look from Tanya: Disappointment? Calculation? I couldn't quite make it out. And in my hurry to lock up and get off my tired feet, I forgot all aboutit. Until much later! That night, Tanya was as passionate as ever.., but more deliberate! She insisted on making me dress just as Dave had, earlier that day -- so that I could see why it appealed to him, she said. Then, when she was delightfully nude and I was attired in sheer black silk nightie, bra, panties, garterbelt and silk stockings, she proceeded to stroke and caress, me till I was wild with desire, my filmy panties bulging as Tanya teased my nipples! "Mmmm!" I moaned. "NOW! I want you now!" "Oh no," she giggled. "First you have to go through what Dave did!" There was ,a sudden blur of motion, and before I knew it, I was face- down across her lap! My silk-clad legs kicked wildly as Tanya twisted my fingers for leverage to hold me in place! "Steady girl!" she purred. "This'll only hurt a minute!" Crack! I couldn't believe it. Crack! Pain shot across my tingling buns as I wriggled in the slippery silk. Crack! I was being spanked! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!! I wiggled and squirmed, but to no avail as Tanya twisted my fingers and arms, 'shifting her legs expertly to keep me across her lap. It was almost like riding a spirited horse, only in this case I was trying my best to get off while she was skillfully keeping me on! It was weird. I mean, it hurt of course, but it also tingled! The warmth in my seat seemed to spread to the rest of me, igniting my passion even more! And the more I struggled, the more that silk nightie slipped and slid over my smooth flesh, until I was hornier than ever! Then all at once it was over. Tanya parted her legs and I slid down between them, my face cradled in her thighs as she drew my lips into her hot womanhood. I drank long, deep, and then, slowly at first, she began that shuddering spasm that I knew -- and loved -- so well by now. For a long time afterwards, she kept me there, kneeling on the floor between her legs, my black silk nightie delightfully disarrayed and my panties still down over my hips. Then, tenderly, she coaxed me up on the bed, on my back, and gently mounted me. "Steady," she cooed. "Good girl, just lie still and let Tanya play with your pretty nipples!" Of course, I didn't lie still. In no time at all, I had exploded like a sky-rocket and Tanya was lying lovingly beside me as I fought against Sleep. "Ohhh..." I sighed. "Tanya, you are so.. SO...." "You like that" she giggled again. "Well I wouldn't like a steady diet of it, you know," I half-admitted. "But-- I mean, -uh- I really liked... when you played with my chest!" "Oh really?" Through a haze of lassitude and satiation, I could hear the loving disbelief in her voice. "You liked that did you?" "Well---" I yawned in spite of myself. "Urnmhrnm!" "Would you like to make it better?" "Hunh?" I asked, blinking. "Well, there's a treatment we sell; to make your nipples more sensitive." I felt myself drifting off. Were we really having this conversation? "Soundzz nize" I muttered. "Of course." Her voice came from some far-distant planet. "It does make them swell a bit!" * Two weeks later, I knew just what she meant! Tanya'd been applying some sort of cream to my breasts when we made love, and ordered me to wear a snug brassiere to keep it from rubbing off while I slept. And did it ever make my nipples sensitive! It was like they tingled constantly, and all it took was the slightest caress from Tanya' to send me into a raging erection! But she was right about anotherthing, too: Whatever that cream was, it caused my breasts to swell! And as they grew, they started to jiggle, so I had to wear a bra all the time now -- even Under my Male Attire -- just to keep from going crazy with excitement!. On the days I spent in Drag I noticed my padded bras needed much less padding lately, and I could now wear some of the lower-cut dresses and tops without giving myself away. This worried me a bit... or it would have, if the Nights hadn't been so delightful! Tanya had taken to calling me her "little lesbian lover" when we were in bed... and treating me like one throughout the day! It seemed she was always finding some chore for me that required female attire after hours, like sweeping out the Back Room in a lacey Pinafore, or cleaning the bathrooms in a rubber apron, so that I was spending more and more of my time dressed as a woman -- and acting, like one! It got so I wondered Who was the Boss here anymore... I mean, I guess I could have just refused to do some of the more demeaning tasks, like scrubbing the floors and wiping down our Public Restroom, but after all, Tanya did her share of the work as well; She was much better than me at polishing the counters and setting up Window Displays, and, once she'd picked up the pointers on my Program, she was a Whiz at doing the Books in the Evening. So more and more it got to be that after Closing, she'd take care of these things while I cleaned up, dressed in an old lace-trimmed pink nylon smock and ruffled dustcap. It was on one of those evenings, as I was down on my hands and knees cleaning the Restroom when I heard the Front Door open. Since I knew I'd locked up after Closing, I guessed Tanya must have let someone in, and I peeked out the Restroom Door to 'see who it could be. And ducked right back in again-- It was my ex-wife Harriett! I blushed ten shades of red at the prospect of her seeing me in this ridiculous get-up and held my breath, hoping Tanya wouldn't tell her I was here. I heard female voices coming closer... Oh horrors, they were headed this way.... Stopping right in front of the door! ".... afraid he's not heretight now," Tanya's words filled me with relief. Then, to my consternation, she went on. "But listen: I've heard so much about you! Won't you come upstairs, for a cup of coffee?" "Well," Harriett's voice had the guarded fascination of an ex-wife talking to her husband's girlfriend. "You know, I could take a little break before I head back. Traffic's such a bitch at this hour!" "Come on upstairs, then!" The voices moved off. "Maybe we can..." I lost the rest of it in my sigh of relief. They were going away! Hariett wouldn't see me like this. I looked down at myself in the pink nylon smock and low-heeled slippers, feeling the silken swish of my bra and panties beneath. How had I ever got, so used to dressing this way? What did Harriett want? And why did Tanya invite her upstairs? Then I noticed that in my alarm I'd managed to spill Bleach all over my smock! Damn! I took off the smock, soaked it in the sink, and hung it to dry over the toilet. Then I sat quietly waiting for Tanya to get rid of Harriett. And waited... And waited... What could they be doing up there? Well at least I could change clothes, I thought, rather than just sit around in frilly black silk undies! Peeking out carefully to make sure the coast was clear, I scampered out in my bra and panties! I figured it would be a simple matter to pick out a decent dress and slip it on, but I'd forgotten one thing: Thanks to my new Security Measures, all the larger items were now chained to the hangers... and Tanya had the keys! Damn! Now I'd have to go back and hide in the restroom till Harriett left! Angrily, I minced back across to the door... And found it locked! Shivers ran up my spine and my tummy fluttered; I was trapped here! In women's undies! Any time now, Harriett might come downstairs and see me like this! What to do? Desperately I scanned the room for someplace to hide: The Dressing Rooms? No, those doors didn't lock and Tanya might decide to show Harriett around, thinking I was hid safe in the Toilet. Behind the Counter? No good; you could see it from the stairs. Couldn't hide behind a rack of dresses, either. I looked desperately around the room once more, searching for any hiding place! But the only door I could find that led out of the room was the one going out to the Display Window! It was my only hope. Close to panic, I ran about the room picking up whatever I could find, then set it in a neat pile by the door to the Display Window. I'd hoped to be able to change clothes right there, but no sooner had I gathered things up than I heard Tanya and Harriett coming back downstairs! As quickly and quietly as I could, I carried it all with me... into the Display Window! What I did next was totally humiliating, but Iknew I had no choice if I wanted to avoid being seen in this outlandish fix by myex-wife. Quickly, I scanned the Street Outside the window. It was mercifully deserted. With trembling fingers I removed my lingerie, andf or just a second, there I was, standing nude, big-breasted and feminized in a public Window! O000!I thought, What if someone sees me like this! What if Harriett comes out right now! I've got to hurry! With fingers that seemed all thumbs, I peeled open the pink stretch- lycra bodystocking I'd brought with me and slid into it, thankful to be at least covered. But I was still far from safe. I hurried into the rest of the things: Lycra hood, pink and sheer enough that I could just manage to see through it,.but with a built-in plug that filled my mouth uncomfortably! I tucked it into the neck-of the body stocking and snapped a wide black leather collar on to hold it snugly in place. Next came a blonde wig, falling softly over my pink spandex shoulders, with sticky-tape to secure it to the hood; Now back into my Undies, noting how black and frilly they looked against my shiny pink lycra skin. Drat the luck, I thought, Why did Tanya have to pick out such ultra-feminine Lingerie for me to wear tonight of all nights? No time to worry about that. Feverishly, I slid into a black nylon zip- up corset, pulling it tightly around me, noting how it lifted my black- brassiered breasts into prominence. Finally, I pulled on shoulder- length black silk gloves and stepped into knee-high black patent high- heeled boots. I was almost exhausted, but there was just one more thing: The frilly white Apron I'd carried out with me! I slipped it over my head and tied the sash in a big bow. Then I picked up a feather duster, and stood stock-still: The very picture of a Maid/Mannequin. Outside the window, I could see that somehow my quick-change antics had gone unnoticed. I breathed a sigh of relief, already perspiring freely in my spandex outfit. Through the partition, I heard Tanya showing Harriett around the store, and I thanked my lucky stars once more that I hadn't tried to hide in there. Some people, on the sidewalk slowed to look in the window, and I stiffened self-consciously till they passed. Finally, at long, long last I heard the door open and saw Harriett leave the store. She paused, staring straight at me, and I wondered feverishly if she noticed the New Addition to the Display -- if she suspected me -- but at length she walked off, and I relaxed at last. I thought my worries were over then, but it turned out Not Quite: As I turned to leave the display Window, I saw that the door leading through the Partition was closed and I remembered that it locked automatically -- another Of my Security Measures! I knocked softly on the door. Then loudly. Nothing. Tanya must have gone back upstairs. Damn! I reached up to pull off the hood and get the gag-plug out of my mouth, but it was pinned under my collar: And, I remembered, those collars secured with a snap- lock! I was stuck out here, feminized and gagged! Suddenly I felt myself being watched; I spun around on my high heels. Outside the window, a few people had spotted me moving around and stopped to watch, grinning broadly. I suddenly realized what an erotically thrilling sight I must be, with my pink spandex skin and sexy black undies, set off by the blonde wig and silly apron -- and how I must look, scampering around in here, trying to get out! Couldn't get them suspicious... got to look natural! So I picked up the Feather Duster and began stepping daintily back and forth, with a mechanical, doll-like motion, dusting the display items and simpering about like a coy little Maid! It was totally humiliating, but I had to look like I belonged out there! Once the crowd figured out this was just a Sales Pitch, they'd lose interest and walk away... I hoped! How long I spent out there, posing, mincing and strutting about I don't know. It seemed like hours, but I know it could only have been minutes before I turned and saw Tanya had opened the partition door and was regarding me with amusement! "Quite a show!" she grinned. "But you'd better curtsey and get off- stage now; we've got work to do!" Obediently, I picked up my apron-skirts, curtsied to the crowd and scampered out of the window. Now to get out of this gear, I thought! But it still wasn't over! A few shoppers from the crowd were banging at-the door, some of them steady customers, so Tanya turned the lights back on and re-opened the stole as I stood there in that awful outfit! For the next hour I had to scurry about, gagged, aproned, spandexed and feminized, fetching packages and silently ringing up orders for the avid shoppers. But at length it was over, the last customer had left, Tanya re-locked the doors and turned to me... "Not bad!" she said. "Five Hundred clear profit in just an hour! But what On Earth inspired you to go out there like that?" I gestured to my mouth and grunted frantically. Tanya caught on and got the keys to unlock me. And minutes later, the gag was out at last, I had explained things, peeled out of the lycra skin and was relaxing in a soft silk wrapper. "So that was all just an effort to hide from Harriet," Tanya asked. "Are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure," I answered. "Why else would I do a humiliating thing like that?" "I wonder," she mused. "It sure was good for Sales, though! Were you that afraid of being seen in drag by your ex-wife?" "It wasn't just the Drag," I tried to explain. "Though that would've been bad enough! It was just... I don't know... I felt so ashamed to be seen cleaning toilets in that short smock and lacey black undies!" "I know what you mean," Tanya consoled. "And I've been thinking you and I have been doing too much of that sort of thing lately!" "What do you mean?" "I mean it's hard enough for us to run this place with just the two of us during Store Hours, let alone do the janitorial work and try to keep up with our personal lives! I was positively ashamed to let Harriett see how dirty my apartment' gotten!" "Why did you invite her up in the first place then?" I asked peevishly. "And what did she want?" "Call it Feminine Curiosity," she replied enigmatically. "But what I'm trying to get to is that you and I should hire some more help: Someone to keep up with the cleaning down here... and in our apartments, too -- maybe even help out with sales from time to time!" "You think we could afford it?" I was already soId on the idea; anything to keep from going through this again! "A part-time girl? Sure!" Tanya enthused. "And we could even have her dress in one of our kinky Maid Outfits, so the Customers could see her! She'd be Working and advertising at the same time!" "Let's do it!" I said. "Start looking for someone tomorrow!" "Great!" Tanya said. "Now come in here.for a moment, Little Lady! Seeing you prance around out there in your apron Did Things for me... if you know what I mean!" * That night, Tanya had me put on the spandex outfit again. Only instead of boots, I now wore black-net stockings and high heels! And my lycra hood had a silk feminine face-mask attached, peeking out coyly under the long blonde wig. The lacey white apron crumpled noisily as Tanya ordered me to mince about, serving and curtseying, then pulled me to my knees in front of her, teasing my breasts under the spandex until my nipples stood out in quivering arousal and my manhood bulged in the black silk Panties! With the hood over my face, I could not orally service her as usual, so she had me stroke my smooth-covered face over her womanhood, faster and faster until she at last pulled me to her in a shuddering climax! Afterwards, I started to remove the outfit, but Tanya stopped me: "Naughty Maid!" she chided. "No one told you to undress! Do you want me to put you back in the Window?" I shook my head frantically "no!" "Very well." She rose from the bed, gloriously nude, and stepped behind me, raising a finger to my right nipple with a practiced motion that we both knew aroused me instantly. "Do exactly as I say: Bend over and grab your ankles!" Straining, I did as she ordered... SMACK! And felt soft, hot Pain cracking across my pantied butt! SLAPPI WHACKK! On and on it vent, the warmth spreading once again all over my smooth- pink-covered body until I tingled with desire! "Straighten up!" Tanya ordered. "Now play with your breasts! That's right: r-u-b-b those Melons!" Giddy with excitement, I obeyed. "Now dance around for me!" Tanya laughed at the silly sight I made, but I was too consumed with lust to care what I looked like. "Raise those knees high -- Higher! Strut those boobs! Swish that butt! Now jerk yourself off.. now!" I came, in a bizarre flood of dizzying ecstasy.... dancing around in panties! Afterwards, Tanya removed my costume and held me gently as we went to bed. So tired and utterly satisfied was I that I drifted off into sleep almost immediately.... ...forgetting that I still didn't know what Harriett had come there for! * By the next week, Tanya had found us a Maid. Ushi was one-quarter Japanese and -- like most people in this town -- overqualified for the job but anxious to get work till something better came up. She had a Degree in Business Administration with a Minor in Psychology, was articulate and intelligent. She was also cute as Hell! Petite and shapely, with short, straight, black hair, dark, laughing eyes, just slightly slanted from her Oriental heritage, and soft skin the color of old Ivory. We explained to her just exactly what the job entailed and made sure she understood that wearing the skimpy Maid's outfit -- a frothy black- satin affair, short-skirted, low-cut and lace-trimmed, with black net hose, high heels and layers of petticoats -- was a condition of the job itself. Tanya drew up an iron-clad agreement and we all signed it. For the first few weeks, it worked out beautifully; tJshi was intelligent, a whiz at Housework, and pleasant to have around. We took to inviting her to stay for Dinner, and I enjoyed the leisure of fixing the meal while she tidied the shoppe and Tanya did the Books, then relaxing after Dinner as Ushi cleaned up. Occasionally, if the weather was bad, Ushi stayed overnight, sleeping on the couch (I thought!) in Tanya's apartment while I slept alone for a change across the hail at my place. I must say, though, this made me feel a little funny. As Tanya and Ushi became closer friends, she began Sleeping Over more often, the two of them giggling like schoolgirls as they kissed me goodnight. Alone in my rooms, I would look at myself, dressed in.a sheer, pink nightie (Tanya had long ago pitched out all my male pajamas, along with my white cotton underwear!) study my soft features, smooth skin and swelling breasts and wonder how things ever got so strange! But aside from this, Ushi was working out so well I really couldn't complain. She was an absolute Treasure around the place, and down in the shoppe she was becoming practically indispensible; If Tanya or I were busy, Ushi cheerfully, came downstairs in her cute little Maid's Uniform, her black panties clearly visible under the layers of frothy white petticoats as she descended the stairs, and helped out with the Customers. Here again, she proved an immediate hit, and Sales climbed noticeably whenever she worked. With her Business Degree, she also had some bright new ideas for organizing the place, and soon she was spending more and more time in the shoppe... and less and less on the Cleaning Chores! Can you guess what happened next? That's right: I found myself stuck with the Domestic Cleaning through the day while Ushi and Tanya worked down in the shoppe! And since Ushi was a better cook than I, she went Upstairs after closing to fix Dinner, while I once again did the Janitorial Work in the store! "You know," Ushi joked one Saturday Night over Dinner, "since you're doing so much of the Maid's work here lately, 'maybe YOU should wear this outfit!" she gestured down at her silly costume and we all laughed. But the next morning, Tanya had a serious talk with me about it. "You know," she said, "Ushi has a point: Maybe you should wear the Maid's Outfit!" "Are you serious?" I smiled up at her from between her legs. That's right; Ushi was off, for a change, and since we didn't open till Noon, Tanya and I were taking advantage of her absence to try something a bit different! Tanya' had dressed me in nothing but opaque black hose, then tied-my elbows and wrists with soft red silk scarves and hobbled' my knees and ankles with more scarves, so that I could take only short, mincing steps that swished my round buttocks from side to side as I moved about in tight black stretch-nylon high-heeled slippers. Then she folded another larger scarf of heavy black satin and fixed it around my groin like a Diaper! She toyed with me like this for a bit, teasing my sensitive nipples and stroking me through the satin Diaper until I was on the verge of exploding! Then she backed off and, studied my trembling, feminized form; "My!" she tittered. "This really excites you, doesn't it?" "Ohhh, Tanya," I sighed. "Anything you do excites me!" "Anything?" she teased. "How about this?" She took a long-black velvet ribbon from her dresser and laced it expertly into my long hair, running it down my back and tying it securely to the scarf at my elbows, forcing me to arch my neck back so I could only stare straight up at the ceiling, and had to bend sharply forward just to see her, flaunting my bare boobs and ass even more! "How's that?" she smiled. "How does it feel to be so helpless in the hands of a beautiful woman who wants your sweet, feminine body?" All I could do was moan with need. She took it for a sign of Pleasure. "Very well," she continued. "Let's try a bit more!" She produced an item from the shoppe, a long black sheath of stretchy spandex, and pulled it over my body. It covered me from the neck clear down to my ankles, snugging my arms even closer to my body and pinning my smooth legs tightly together. Then she slipped a spandex hood over my face, one that covered the whole head -- like the pink one I'd worn in the Window -- but with openings for the eyes and mouth. "There!" she said at last. "Take a look!" I bent over to see myself in her full-length mirror, and my eyes widened at the bizarre sight! I looked like a shapely silhouette, encased in shiny black, perfectly straight except for my rounded breasts and bottom! I tried to move around like this, and the result was a sinuous, twisting motion that stroked the silken scarf over my privates with each tiny step and rubbed the sheer lycra over my stiff nipples maddeningly! Tanya had removed her nightie; now, clad in nothing but the skimpiest of black lace panties, she twisted her body around me, and the contrast of her soft white flesh swarming freely against my hampered black form was visually electrifying. Gently, she lowered me to my knees and sat regally on the edge of her bed as I squirmed eagerly across the carpet to her. "How about something just a little different this morning, Hon?" she asked softly. A little different? I wondered just what delightful idea she had now! "Mmmmm," I sighed. "Anything!" "Very well," she giggled. "Start by licking my toes!" It sounds crazy, but by that time anything she suggested would have sounded sexy to me! Avidly, I bent forward and began sucking her delicate toes and was rewarded by her soft moans of pleasure and gentle laughter as I tickled the soles of her feet with my tongue. Slowly I worked my way up her smooth legs, to her soaking panties, nudging the crotch out of the way with my lycra-covered nose as I darted my tongue into her soft womanhood. I worked there for several minutes like that, and was at length rewarded by her shuddering moan of ecstasy. "Ohhhhh!" she sighed at last. "That is SO nice!" she fell back across the bed, and I thought the licking was over... till she arched a foot imperiously-downward again in silent command! Quickly, I dropped down to the carpeted floor again and began kissing and suckling at her dainty feet. until she sat up and looked down at me. That's when she dropped the bomb! "You know," she said, "maybe you should wear Maid's Clothes!" "Are you serious?" Hampered in my lycra outfit, I looked up at her, gasping from my exertions and still dizzy with sexual excitement. "Entirely serious," she said. "It could be very important to us!" "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to clear my head of erotic intoxication and concentrate. "I mean that we have a signed agreement with Ushi stating that the Maid Work requires wearing a sexy Maid Outfit -- and since you're doing the work these days, you should wear the appropriate attire!" "But why?" "Don't you see?" she asked patiently. "It's part of our Express Contract with Ushi: Maid Work means Maid, Clothing! She wore it while she was doing the work, and still wears it now - but you're doing the Work!" "I still don't understand," I said, feeling terribly stupid, trying to carry on a conversation like this. "We hired her so I wouldn't have to wear stuff like that..." "But if you don't wear it now," Tanya interrupted, "she could have grounds to sue us for Sexual Harassment!" The impact of her statement suddenly dawned on me. I tried to think of exactly how the contract was worded, wishing I'd read it more closely... something, about Maid Duties to beperformed.... attire dictated by the nature of the work and our establishment...... the precise wording escaped me, but I realized Tanya might be right -- And I didn't like it one bit! "Oooo!" I squealed. "But Tanya! Ushi wouldn't sue us... would she?" "I don't thinkso," she said ominously. "But after all, this job is just a Temporary thing with her, and who's to say what might happen down the line?" "But what can we do?" I squirmed on the floor in my tight bondage, trying to forget how helplessly sexy I looked down here on the floor, bound, big-breasted and spandexed, between the legs of the woman I had just orally worshipped. "Well, for starters, I think I should build a stronger relationship with Ushi; That won't be hard, since she is a really nice person and we have a lot in common. But You," she smiled down at me. "Had better start wearing the Maid Outfits till we're completely sure!" "No!" I protested. "I won't wear those Silly things! I absolutely refuse!" Tanya raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking for another spanking, Little One?" She smiled down at me and I blushed helplessly at my state. "Tanya I'm serious!" "So am I, Darling," she said evenly. "This Shoppe is important to us both, and it would be unfair of either of us to do anything to jeopardize it. Now are you going to be reasonable, or does Mommy have to spank?" "NO! Tanya I--" That was as far as I got. Before I knew, it, she'd pulled me half up onto the bed, bending me at the waist over the bedside while she sat astride my back, pinning me to the mattress. I started to yell, but she shifted her weight, sitting on the back of my head, pushing my face into the satin covers... which pulled my arms back painfully even as it muffled my cries of outrage! I felt her raise the hem of my spandex sheath, doubling it up as she did, so that by the time she had it up to my waist, it was a tight band around my middle, nipping my waist in and hugging my arms even tighter! SLAP! The first blow slammed against my defenseless bottom and I bucked in pain. "OUCH!" S-L-A-P! "OWW-W-W-W!!!" This was no gentle spanking like the, previous one; It was vigorous, forceful Punishment! And I could do nothing to stop it! SMACK I SMACKKI S-M-M-A-C-R-K-K- III Tears of pain and humiliation ran embarrassingly down my pretty face. I squirmed-and kicked as best I could, but it was no use;Tanya was free to-pound Pain into my poor butt as long as she wanted! SLAP! * SLAPP! * SLAPSLAPSLAPPPP! And worse: It was turning me on! As I wriggled and bounced, the soft lycra slid across my breasts, the silk diaper caressed my male organs, and the heat from my buttocks seemed to set my whole body on fire! "Eee! Ahhh! 0000-0-0-0H!" SSSSSSSWWWWAAACCCKKK!!!!!! Suddenly it was finished. Tanya rolled me over and sat me gently on the bed... though not gently enough -- 000! My sore bottom! -- then stood over me. "Well?" Her eyes were soft, her voice tender as she smiled at me. "Had enough, Darling? Will you wear the Maid Clothes?" "N-N-000," I whined blinking back tears. "I-I j-just c-can't!" "You know," Her words were still gentle as she removed my lycra hood, slippers and stockings, then popped her soaking panties into my mouth and bound them there with my stockings. "I suspect you're starting to enjoy these little variations!" She reached down and teased my nipples, then groped at my randy organ, smiling at my obvious, quivering need. "After all," she said matter-of-factly. "You could've very easily promised to wear Maid Attire until I untied you, then backed out! But you decided to put up a fight while I have you helpless like this! I wonder why?" I wondered myself now that she put it that way. Heavns, I realized, She must think I like this! But I could say nothing. I could only sit there helpless as Tanya untied the silken Diaper from my crotch and pulled it free with an electrifying Swish! Then she tugged the black lycra sheath that had originally covered me from Neck to Ankles -- but was now up to my waist -- over my head, rendering me sightless above and Nude from the waist down! Finally, she donned a robe and slippers, then urged me off the bed and down the stairs, guiding me with a gentle hand on my stiff rod. What did she have planned now? "Since you seemed to like your stint in the Window last time, perhaps you'll enjoy a bit more of it while you reconsider your decision," she said playfully. "Utnmmmpphhgghh!" I moaned. "Nnnnggghhh!" This was horrible! I couldn't go out in the Window all feminine and half-naked like this--- Could I? It seemed I could. Before I. knew it, Tanya had walked me through the doorway and out into the Display Window! I tried to turn, fearful of being seen and arrested for Indecent Exposure, but with that black spandex sheath covering me from the Waist up, and Tanya's grip firmly over my rigid shaft, I couldn't have turned even if I could tell where the Window was! Tanya gathered the top of the sheath, which now encased me from the waist up, and knotted it skillfully, then fixed it to a hook in the ceiling. "There!" she said brightly. "You could just pull free of that, by sliding out of the sheath, but that would uncover those lovely breasts of yours... and that pretty face! And since your arms 'are still tied behind you and your elbows laced into your hair-ribbon, you couldn't cover yourself at all! Wouldn't it be just horrid if your ex-wife Harriett came by and saw you standing in a Display Window, all feminine and tied up like this..." she stroked my still turgid manhood maddeningly. "And enjoying it?" "TJnnngggpphhh!" I tried to plead with her. "Mppfffuggghh!" "Well," she yawned. "I have to get showered and ready to open the shoppe Before I go, though, do you think you'd like something else to wear?"