The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Two days after the fitting at the motel, a package came from sears.com.
It looked like a shoe box and when I opened it, it had a pair of women's
Nike shoes. The shoes contained several different shades of pink
including the Nike swoosh. I told Brenda that the shoes must be for her.
She told me she didn't think so, because the package was addressed to
"Vanessa" and that I was the only Vanessa that lived there. I tried them
on and they fit perfectly. I was sure these packages were sent by Paul,
but again how did he know my shoe size? I asked Brenda if she had talked
with him. She said no and asked if I tried on shoes while I was at the
motel. I told her I had not. Shen then said, "Well, perhaps he is a good
guesser." I asked her if she thought these were work shoes. She then
said, "I have to assume so, after all, I assume are going to be working
hard cleaning rooms all day, not just mincing around in your dress." She
told me that only play/fantasy maids wear high heels. I was going to be
a real maid. A real motel maid.
I got home from work on Friday to find more mail addressed to Vanessa.
It was from thebreastformstore.com. Inside the box were two smaller
boxes. The first was labelled "TRANSFORM Super Perk Triangle Breast
Forms" and the second was, "Risque BLISS Chin Length Layered Bob -
Chestnut Brown." My panties were getting very tight as I opened the
first package. I eagerly stuffed the breast forms into my bra. Again,
somehow, they were the absolute perfect size for all of Brenda's
(former) bras. I had to think that Brenda told Paul her (my) bra size.
At this point I doubted she would tell me even if it was true, so there
was no point even asking her. I decided to just accept it.
The other box contained a beautiful brown wig. I took off what I had on
and put on my maid's dress along with my new pink tennis shoes. I took
the wig out of the box and put it on. I went to look at myself in the
mirror. I almost squelled with delight about how much I looked like a
girl with wig and breasts. It was thrilling. Even though Brenda would be
home any minute, I got my dildo out and stood in front of the mirror
pushing it in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, I heard her car. I ran into
the bathroom as she walked in the door. She came in and called out for
me. I told her I was in the bathroom. She told me that after I was done
tinkling to come out to the patio as she needed to talk to me about
something.
After putting the dildo back away in my panty drawer, I came out to the
patio and she started grinning and told me how cute I looked. She then
laughed and said, "Bring two glasses of wine, maid!" in a very loud
voice. She took out a pack of Virginia Slim 120s to have a cigarette. I
was a bit surprised and said that I thought we had switched to Misty
120s. She said that although she enjoyed drinking and smoking with me,
she didn't want me to forget my current position in life, that is, a
maid. A servile maid. She then explained that Virginia Slims are for a
sophisticated business woman like herself and since I was a sissy who
liked to jack off in women's underpants, she thought Mistys might be a
better choice for me. I couldn't argue with her logic.
While digesting that statement, I asked her what she wanted to talk
about. She took a deep drag on her Virginia Slim 120. She told me that
the car repair shop had called. Apparently, my car needed a new
transmission. She explained that there was no point in replacing a
transmission in a car that old, so she had the car sold. I asked how I
was going to get to my jobs. She told me that she would take me and we
would commute together for awhile. She said that perhaps eventually, we
could get me another car that matched my new persona. I sat there
stunned. She said that I must have noticed that most of the time you
could tell what gender a person was by the car they drove. She asked me
what I thought about maybe getting a pink VW bug, the type that were
designed for women and had a receptacle for flowers in them. She thought
that would help my transition.
I asked her what she meant by that. She sent me back in for another
large glass of wine for both of us. When I returned with the glasses, I
knew we were in for a serious discussion. I lit a Misty and took a drag
as Brenda started talking.
Brenda said that she was sure it was strange and maybe a little bit
uncomfortable living in a transition state. She told me that she hoped
eventually that I would finally take the final step into full womanhood
24/7. I asked her what she meant by that even though deep down I
probably knew. She said that at the very least it would involve getting
rid of all my male clothing and behavior and live as a woman all the
time. She said that my new weekend job would greatly move me toward that
goal. As we smoked and finished off the second glass, my head was
starting to swim. She talked about learning everything a woman should
know from makeup application to fashion. She said that it should be
uncomfortable to be dressed in anything but women's clothing.
She sent me back in for yet another glass of wine. I was having trouble
walking, but made it back with two more glasses. We sat down for the
last cigarette of the night. At this point, she didn't mince words. She
said that my transition into womanhood would also mean that I needed to
learn how to please men. She said that eventually I would need to get
breast implants. This weekend job would help pay for that. She then
dropped a bigger bombshell. She bluntly said that I could definitely
please men with my two holes, but it would be better if I had my little
nub removed to add the third hole. I sat there in shock as she put out
her cigarette and stalked off to bed.
Tomorrow would be my first day of work as a woman, and even with all
that wine, I wasn't sure I could even sleep. When I went into my
bedroom, I took off my maid's uniform and shoes and hung it up. I was
afraid of messing up the wig, so I took that off as well. Having
stripped down to my panties, I pulled my familiar pink nylon nightgown
over my head. I then noticed that there was an old copy of Playgirl on
the bed with a note on it from Brenda. It said, "Make sure you play with
yourself tomorrow before work. I don't want to hear that you were seen
touching yourself." I guess that it had finally come to this. I put down
the magazine, shut off the light and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, I
was too excited/nervous. I turned on the light and picked up the
magazine. Looking through it, I couldn't help but massage myself
through my panties.
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