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I want to thank everyone who reads my stories (and FictionMania for publishing them!), but especially those who take the trouble to offer constructive criticism. Thank you. YOUNG LOVE "Stop mooning over that girl's media page and do something about it," Mia Armstrong told her twin brother Mike. "I'm not mooning over her," he insisted, but knew it didn't ring true. His sister had been pulling his leg about his crush for weeks. At sixteen nearly seventeen, these things took on monumental importance. The trouble was that he knew that he wasn't in the same league as the boys who the girl in question, Caroline known as Caro, had dated before, even though he was also aware that she'd just broken up with her latest one. He was captain of the local rugby team, a man of nineteen, and being dumped by a sixteen year old certainly placed the bar for any future suitors very high. This was bad news for Mike, only five and a half feet tall and looking as if a strong wind would blow him over, that is if it could find a wide enough surface of him to blow against. Caro was in his year at their rather expensive private school but they didn't run into each other very often. He was in the top stream for academic subjects, she wasn't, she was either in sports teams or was a cheerleader, he was one of those that the lowest ranked teams tossed up to find which one would be lumbered with him. His family were well off, hers were one of the richest in the region. "What you need to do is find out as much as you can about her as a person, not just what she wants to post, then at least you'd know if you'd enjoy being with her," his sister advised. "How can I do that?" he demanded, aware he was tacitly admitting his frustrated desires. "I'll give it some more thought. I've got an idea but I need to check it before I say anything." Mia smiled and he knew she would help him if she could. Although they had the occasional spat, by and large the twins got on better with each other than many siblings. Mike had even allowed Mia to practice her make up techniques on him, having gained her word that she'd never say anything to anyone else about it. She'd used him because they both looked very similar and had the same colouring, blue eyes, dark brown hair and pale skinned, and showed her gratitude by treating him to the 'Only One Direction' show that he wanted to see. After that she persuaded him to occasionally model her clothes so that she could see what they would look like hanging from his moving body. These requests started some eighteen months before and it wasn't long before he had admitted to her that he actually enjoyed the feeling of her dresses. That had the consequence of her using him as a sort of full sized 'Barbie' doll, something they both had fun doing and brought the twins closer than they'd ever been. It wasn't long before they ventured out together as two girls, he was not just passable, he looked every bit as good as Mia. Their forays out were restricted to evenings while the school term was on and occasions when their parents were out, but the long summer holidays were beckoning so Mia was already planning days out together while their parents were at work. She suggested that Mike followed her example and got an evening job, so their days would be free. Although their family were very well off, both their Mother and Father were keen that they learned to work for their spending money, a small element towards ensuring that the twins were brought up without being spoilt, valuing money and a work ethic. To this end Mia took a job as a waitress with an outside catering company while Mike was finding getting a job more difficult. Not yet being eighteen, no one would employ him for bar work and none of the local restaurants were looking for waiters. "I'm trying to get a job, Mum," he complained, "the trouble is that any jobs in what they call the hospitality business is mostly only available to girls, they won't admit it but it's a fact. Before you start to talk about glass ceilings, I know that women usually have a harder time than men at work, you know I'm not sexist, but it doesn't help me get a job." The family were all eating Sunday lunch, they ate together whenever possible. It was a chance for them to talk about future plans and any problems they might have. Chris and Linda Armstrong were conscientious and thus very good parents. Mia was sure that it was their influence that rubbed off on her and her brother, to ensure their tranquil coexistence. "Why don't you put on a dress and apply as a girl then?" Mia asked. Mike nearly choked on the food he was swallowing. "No way!" he exclaimed. Mrs Armstrong looked meaningfully at her husband and caught him making a subtle nod. "I don't see why not Mike," his mother told him with a smile. "You look very convincing as a girl." "What?" The boy was frightened to hear exactly what she meant but couldn't help asking. "You look very convincing when Mia helps you dress and takes you out with her." He looked at his sister accusingly but she just looked baffled. It was her that felt she had to find out what had happened. "What are you talking about Mother?" she asked. "My dears, I know that you're seventeen in a couple of months, but you don't think you're too old for your Father and I to care for you? We're well aware of what you get up to but don't worry about it, so long as you do things willingly and not illegal, we're more than happy that you find your own path in life." "I know it's hard to imagine," Chris Armstrong added, "I haven't made a habit of it but sometimes I've found that putting a dress on is very relaxing." Now it was the turn of both twins to nearly choke. "Would you like to apply for jobs as a girl?" his Mother asked. "How did you find out? Who told you?" he wanted to know before he answered, still unsure that his sister wasn't responsible. "I forgot to take a recipe for Mrs Banks when I went to my choir practice one evening way back before last Christmas, so I came back to get it and saw you two leaving the house," she was smiling as she explained. "At first I thought Mia had a friend with her, but when I came into the house I went to your bedroom just to let you know it was only me, and I saw a few of Mia's clothes on your bed Mike. I was suspicious, so I left practice early and waited in my bedroom to watch you to both come home. I heard you both laughing and talking about where you had been and how Mike had bought some undies of his own in the shopping centre. I knew then that no one was being made to do something against their will, so I left it until you were both back in the lounge watching television and pretended I'd just got home. I discussed this all with your Father and we came to the conclusion to do nothing about it unless you put yourselves at risk." Linda let this sink in. "So I'll ask you again Mike, would you like to apply for a job as a girl?" "Someone would recognise me," Mike told her, quietly because his insides were all screwed up with the humiliation of not being able to deny what he'd done. "What if we made it so there was no chance you'd be recognised?" his Father asked. "I know that if I'd had the chance when I was your age I'd have jumped at it." "They're still looking for girls where I work," Mia added. And they specialise in doing French themed evenings, you'd be able to put on a little French maids' costume sometimes." "Why don't you get Mia to help you dress this afternoon and we can see what there is to work with?" his Father asked, smiling. So that was what the youngsters did. Mia spent an extra time making his long hair appear in a feminine style and perfecting his make up. He still seriously considered backing out, even as he started to make his way down the stairs to his parent's presence, but Mia was behind him and kept him going. He walked into the room, then crossed it to take a seat in an armchair. Both parents were shocked at just how good he looked. They said nothing for a few moments, taking in all the details of not only his appearance but the way he moved and held himself. Linda asked him how he had learned to act in such a feminine way. "Mia spent hours teaching me how to hold myself and the difference in girls' speech patterns, she's very good." "Mike, I'm not being funny, this is a serious question but I want your honest answer," his Mother looked him in the eyes. "It doesn't matter what you say, your Father and I won't think any the less of you whatever you say. We wondered if you had considered going the whole way and becoming a girl." "Mother, Father." They noticed that he was immediately calling them the way Mia always did, not just Mum and Dad which was his habit. "When I realised that I liked to be dressed up by Mia, I gave it a lot of thought. I know it sounds odd, when I'm looking like this, but there is no way I would like to actually be a girl and I'm certainly not interested in men." "What about spending the whole of your summer vacation as a girl?" Chris hoped that his own motive to persuade him wasn't driven by a latent desire to live vicariously through his son. "It would be fun," Mike at last admitted. "But I still want to be sure that I wouldn't be recognised." "You only have until Wednesday at school before they break up and at the moment I gather all you're doing is playing games while waiting for your exam results," Mr Armstrong had obviously been talking to his wife about their plan, she was nodding at the boy. "There's a place in town that does makeovers, suppose you come with me tomorrow and go along there? I can explain the situation and you can have them work on you. They do various levels of service there, if I tell them to make it so that they can give you back your original appearance in time to go back to school in the autumn, they will work on you. If you agree that it's unlikely you'll be recognised, we'll tell everyone that you've done a holiday swap with your cousin. You'll go along to meet Mia out of school on Wednesday, be introduced to her friends as her cousin, that's who they'll expect to see for the duration of the holidays. Of course you'll have to call me Uncle and your Mother Aunt and not forget. What do you think?" "What if I look too much like me?" he wanted to know. "Then we'll call the whole thing off, but I can tell you that these people are very good," his Father told him. "Remember though that you won't be able to dip in and out, once you've decided, that's the way you'll have to stay for the summer." "OK," he said it quietly not wanting the words to sound too enthusiastic. "You'll need a name," Mia excitedly cut in. "What about Christina? That way you'd be Tina, I think people would remember Mia and Tina go together, they wouldn't think too much about you." "If your Father drops you off and arranges what you're going to have done, I'll pick you up and we'll go shopping for Tina," Linda told him. "That's not fair Mother," Mia pouted, "I wanted to help her pick out clothes." "He won't be done until the afternoon," Chris said, "they do a very thorough job." "In that case we'll go after I pick you up from school Mia, you're finishing early each day this week." Mike realised that from this point on, now he was Tina, the three other members of his family were going to have a much larger say in how he ran his life. When he went to bed he found one of Mia's nightdresses laid on it. He had to admit to himself that it felt as if it was caressing him off to sleep. At nine the next morning Tina and his Father walked into The Pampered Lady shop in town wearing one of his sister's dresses, heels and accessories. While Father explained the situation to the owner, Shirley James, he looked round in astonishment at the stock on shelves and hangers. He'd never seen such items and wondered how they were allowed to sell some of them. He was pulled out of his reverie by his Father's voice. "Tina, the lady here says that she can fit you up with some temporary breast implants, they can be completely removed when you have to go back to school, do you want those?" "What do you think Father?" he asked, afraid to sound too excited. 'His own breasts popping up then disappearing when it was inconvenient? What cross dresser wouldn't want them?' He thought to himself, but his Father was more of a mind reader than he imagined. "Yes, I think you can go ahead on the assumption he wants them as well," the woman was told. "The only thing is to remember that he's here voluntarily, so be guided by anything he tells you, will you Shirley?" After signing various permissions and wishing him good luck, he left Shirley to show him through to the rear of the shop where a corridor led to a number of rooms, the first of which he was guided into. The first thing she did was to stand him against a wall and take his photograph several times from different angles. "That's so we have your colouring and other features on record, so that we can return you as closely as possible to your original looks Tina," he was told. She helped him off with his clothes and up onto a padded table. "The first thing we must do is to get rid of any hair you have, even if it's just fuzz at the moment," she explained. This didn't take long, he hadn't started to shave and his body hair was light, so quick removal of waxing strips didn't hurt him as much as he feared. He was left with a small triangle of pubic hair just above his genitals. He was then moved over to what he was later told was a gynaecological examination chair, his feet placed in high stirrups. While he felt the most vulnerable he'd ever been in his life, Shirley explained everything she was doing. She eased his testicles up into their relevant inguinal canals, explaining that these were where they came from when he was a baby. She spent some time stretching out his empty scrotum so she could wrap it round his penis, then stuck the package up and back to his perineum. "This will mean that you have to sit to pee, just like the young lady you'll be Tina. Also I've given to a long lasting jab of something that will stop your little man getting hard, otherwise it will pull on the adhesive and try to tear it open, that could be painful, it will need renewing every couple of weeks," she told him with a smile. "Tell me, how long have you been dressing up?" He explained that it started as a favour to his sister and he found he liked it but he didn't want to be a woman permanently. He found that he could talk quite easily to Shirley, even though she was a lot older than him. After she had finished down below, he returned to the table and another woman came in wearing surgical scrubs and a second one pushing a trolley. "Now this is going to be a bit like when Shirley dealt with your boy bits," the woman behind the mask told him, "a bit uncomfortable but not painful, because we're going to give to something to make you numb. When it wears off you'll have a tight feeling in your chest which will be strange for you but again, not painful." "OK," he told her and braced himself, he'd been told at other times that something wasn't going to hurt but it did. He felt a small prick each side of his chest and the woman spent some time fiddling around. It was some time later that she spoke again. "It's important that you wear a bra for the next three or four days, except when you bathe, then still don't go running around without one for another seven." He was just bracing himself again, waiting for her to do whatever she was going to, so was surprised by her next words. "All done, let's get that bra on you, you're a thirty four 'B' cup, when you want to buy more." To his surprise and delight, as they sat him up he had breasts the same size as his sister. He was over the moon and wanted to show someone, almost anyone. However they gave him some pantyhose to put on, a short light wrap to place round his body and a pair of flat shoes. Then he was taken out of that room by Shirley and across the corridor to what was obviously a hair salon except the chairs had no mirrors in front of them. He almost forgot to thank the woman in scrubs before he was out of her presence. His excitement quickly waned as he spent hour after hour in one chair or another, always with at least two girls working on him, mainly pulling or plumping or wetting and drying his hair. They plucked his eyebrows just a little, it was explained that they wouldn't re-grow before he had to return to male mode, so they had to make them unisex shape and thickness. He was able to watch as they applied false nails over his own, colouring them a frosted pink and telling him that he could change their colour just as if they were his natural ones. His tights were removed so that they could give his toenails the same colour. They hadn't been working on him long when a girl came in with tea and sandwiches which the others ate while they worked and he just ate. Among other things he had his ears pierced and they were able to tell him that he could wear any earrings of his choice straight away, although they only fitted gold keepers. He had another tea later but watched a clock on the wall as it eventually got to four o'clock and they announced that he was done. They guided him over to a wall to one side then pulled the covers off a mirror. First of all he didn't know who he was looking at. When he did he nearly fainted. His hair was honey blonde and extended halfway down his back and the whole shape of his face seemed to have changed. It had suddenly grown strong cheekbones and his nose seemed smaller and slightly upturned at the end. He looked gorgeous. "The base make up on your face is what we call permanent but it only lasts a couple of weeks before it has to be touched up. Because of the way we have used shade, it will always keep your face shape looking a little different," he was told. "You have to have your roots done and your nails filled then anyway so it can all be done at the same time. The rest of your make up you'll have to do normally, we've put the items we've used, including the frosted pink lipstick in a bag for you to take with you." They dressed him in a powder blue dress, cut low enough to show a little bosom, with a matching bolero jacket and shoes with three inch heels the same colour, then he walked on air back out to the front of the shop where his Mother and sister were looking at some toys and giggling. He walked over behind them. "What do you think of this place then?" he asked in his best breathy voice. "I must admit it's an education," Linda remarked. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked. This time Mia looked closely at him and screamed laughing. His Mother looked puzzled then joined in the laughter. "Is that really you Tina?" she asked. "I guess that answers any worry I had that someone would recognise me, if my own Mother doesn't!" he exclaimed. "I guess I'll have to call you Auntie from now on." Having been told that his Father had paid for everything, including tipping the staff, they went off, arm in arm to hit the shops. In the very first one Mia saw a dress that took her eye for him, got his size and a spare off the rack and headed for the changing rooms. "I can't go in there," he worried. "Of course you can, sister," Mia dragged him in. As it happened, much to his relief, there was no one else in there and in no time Mia had helped him off with his dress. Her eyes were practically on stalks. "How on earth have they managed to fit you with such natural looking boobs Tina?" she wanted to know. "They didn't," he replied with a grin, "they're all me. Don't worry, I can get them taken out as soon as I want." Mia held out her hand and stroked one of them. Tina shuddered. "You mean you can feel that?" Mia was amazed. "You're not kidding, I wasn't expecting them to be so sensitive." Then Mia noticed his crotch. "Where's your little man gone?" she sounded almost panicky. He explained, very embarrassed, more or less what they'd done to hide them and agreed that he'd be able to wear a bikini and no one would know he wasn't a girl. They both were silent for a moment, letting this revelation sink in. Then he carried on trying the new dress in a sort of stunned silence. As it happened neither of them liked it on him, but that didn't stop the three further browsing and eventually buying two dresses, three skirts, five blouses and some patterned tights that caught Tina's eye. Next door was one of a jewellery shop chain and Linda bought both of them some more earrings and Tina some necklaces, bracelets and two matching watches. Then they went on to the next shop as if they were buying up the mall. After two hours they had to return to the car to offload their bags and parcels, then return to the fray for a second round. In a shop specialising in young lady's and bridal underwear he was like a kiddie in a sweet shop and as for shoes, Mia insisted that apart from one pair of flats, he had to have a selection of different heel heights from one inch kittens to four inch stilts. It was an exhausted trio that arrived back home that evening, but he was still tasked with moving all his boy clothes into boxes to place in their attic, replacing them with all his newly acquired pretties. He especially liked seeing the look on his Father?s face when he saw his new niece. "Good evening Uncle Chris, what do you think?" he asked, giggling like the teenage schoolgirl he resembled. ?Uncle Chris? was not only impressed, he had to admit to himself that he was jealous that his son had the opportunities that were never open to him as a lad. "You?re as beautiful as your cousin, Tina," was all he could say. He was quite choked as he realised how much he loved his children. His mother spent the next day and Wednesday morning rehearsing Tina in his role as a girl, something he was already quite good at obviously, from Mia?s tuition. He walked through to their school the next lunchtime to meet up with his sister, and her friends supposedly for the first time, he knew that Mia had already let it be well known that Mike was swapping with his ?cousin? Tina, they were going to live in each other?s houses him with Tina?s brother and Tina with Mia. In spite of that, he could hardly stop himself shaking at the prospect. After all, if his Mother had recognised him immediately, it wouldn?t have mattered, but if any of their fellow pupils did, he would surely die of embarrassment. At one o?clock promptly he heard the dismissal bell ring in the school building, he could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest and a flood of eleven to eighteen year olds emerged from all exits. As he stood at the gates he was terrified that his world was about to collapse as someone shouted ?that?s Mike Armstrong?. He could see that he was being examined closely by all and sundry, including by two of his own friends, James and Murphy, who he?d known since they all started school at four. Exactly as he feared he thought they were about to give him away, they stared at him closely, but otherwise their only reaction was him hearing Murphy?s voice as they walked away. "Cor, what about her then?" And James answering in the affirmative. His head was buzzing and felt light headed, but still to come was the biggest test he?d had so far, his sister walked up with three friends and introduced them. "Hi, Tina, you made it then, this is Sophie, Fae and Philippa, call her Pippa, they?re my very best friends." They all greeted him and questioned him about how long was he staying, where did he live and where he got the matching earrings, necklace and watch he was wearing. All very normal he thought as he told them of the chain store and complimented Pippa on her own earrings. Then the four girls started to talk about the coming weekend and the jobs they had to do on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon that week. "Why don?t you join us Tina?" Fae asked. "Or don?t you fancy having to slave like we do?" "I?d love to," he answered, "but do you think I?d be able to?" "Sure," Sophie replied, "old man Scott doesn?t turn lookers like you down, Mia why don?t you give him a ring and tell him he?s got another recruit? Some of it?s hard work Tina, but we all have a good laugh, you?d enjoy it and we get paid above minimum and tips on top sometimes." "Is it always Friday and Saturday like that?" he asked, suddenly realising that his heart rate had almost dropped to normal. "No, it all depends on the events he has booked," Fae told him, "the following week there?s a booking on Wednesday afternoon and evening, then Friday and Saturday evenings, we?re going to need a rest by the time Sunday morning comes round." "Talking about this Saturday, what about coming over to my place for a sleepover? I?ve told Ian he?d have to amuse himself, I?ve got a better thing to do," Pippa asked them, "Lyn and Caro have already said they?d come." Tina almost went weak at the knees. This was a development he hadn?t anticipated. The girl he had a crush on was going to be at a sleepover that he?d just been invited to but as a girl himself. "Of course we?ll come Pippa, but hasn?t Caro got a boyfriend?" Mia answered for them both as she could hear Tina hesitate. "No, she was seeing that older bloke but she?s dumped him." Sophie was able to tell them something that Tina already knew. "I can?t imagine why, he?s sooo dishy and much more mature than the idiots in our class." That wasn?t what Tina wanted to know. As soon as they got home Mia phoned Brian Scott, the owner of The Big Event, the company she already had the job with. She took Tina?s picture with her phone and sent it to him, ten seconds later he rang back and offered him a job, telling him to go straight over to their store and get fitted with uniforms. They each had a moped, so they left a note for their parents and rode straight over. Tina discovered that they had four outfits supplied to him, two black pencil mini skirts, two white blouses that weren?t shear but just showed a hind of bra underneath but only buttoned up insufficiently to cover his apparently blossoming breasts. They came with various accessories, Hostess aprons, more practical pinafores and a small black headpiece with white lace trim. Tina realised that they would be suggestive but certainly not over the top. The same couldn?t be said of the other two uniforms. They were tiny dresses made of red satin, again with white lace trim, flared at the waist and he immediately saw that the skirt length was very short indeed and the top was cut very low. They came with smaller hostess aprons, white but trimmed with red lace bows as was the little hat that had long red satin ribbons, designed to hang down the back of the head. What he was most unsure about were the other accessories. First of all his waist was measured and he was supplied with a red, lace up corset with matching red g-strings, then a wad of what turned out to be crinolines in white lace and net to hold the skirt out, and finally a pair of red shoes with four inch heels. After each booking he was told he was responsible for cleaning the uniforms, he could re-coup any dry cleaning expenses, and he had to wear his own black shoes with the first uniform, flats for daytime were allowed but they had to be at least three inch heels for evening functions. For both uniforms he had to wear his own hosiery, tights for the daytime but seemed stockings in the evenings. He already knew from Mia that they would change at home each time and be collected by a minibus to go to work and be returned afterwards, but he?d never seen her uniforms. Everything came in a large hanging bag with a strap so he could put it over his shoulder for the journey home. Once there the first thing he wanted to know from Mia was if their parents knew about their French maids? dresses, how suggestive they were. He took the opportunity to tell her off that she hadn?t told him about the uniforms before he agreed to take the job. "It was something I asked Mother about but she already knew them," Mia explained. "Big Event staff are known for them apparently, but no one is allowed to touch any of the girls, they?re very strict about it otherwise they wouldn?t have allowed me to take the job. As for telling you about the uniforms, if you?d seen my red dress when I first got it, I?d have had to have it cleaned six times before I got to use it!" His sister had her point proved when the first thing Tina did, after hanging up the rest of the uniforms, was to try on one of the red dresses, although he nearly backed out when he found how hard it was to breathe in the corset when it was tightened enough for the dress to fit. While he was doing that he heard their parents arriving home. "Bonsoir Monsieur, Madame," he said, executing a perfect curtsey as he walked into their living room where they?d just settled with gin and tonics, before getting the family meal, "comment (a-va?" They both looked up puzzled before they both burst out laughing. "You ought to be careful," his Mother told him, "or you?ll find you have a permanent job in this house as the maid." He could see the look of what he supposed was envy in his Father?s eyes as he returned reluctantly to the bedroom to change out of the uniform until he was able to wear it (still clean) for work. He was proud the way he?d managed in the heels, higher than he?d ever worn before, until he realised that it was quite a relief to get back into his flats, even after just a few minutes. The probability of having to work for several hours in them without a break had him ask his Mother?s advice. "If I were you, I?d spend as much time as possible in them," she?d told him, "that way your feet will get used to them sooner." To that end she took both the siblings out in the morning and bought them each a pair of heels that were nearly five inches high. She told them that going back down to four inches would make it less onerous but once they were home she took delight at laughing as both Mia and Tina struggled to cope with the extra height. She remembered the time she first started to use high heels and had just as much of a problem until she got used to them. "What we go through to make ourselves look sexy for men," she told them. "Hey, do you mind?" Tina objected. "I?m doing this for a job. Well, perhaps a bit for me as well, but definitely not for a man." As it turned out, Tina had a gentle introduction to the art of being a good waitress. It was an evening booking but they only required waitresses for serving at an old school reunion, so they just wore there plain skirt and blouses. Mia and Tina checked each other over before showing themselves off to their parents, their Father just got in from work, but it wasn?t long before the minibus arrived exactly on time. They each felt quite comfortable in three inch heels after their practice sessions, although Tina felt very aroused by his stockings and suspender belt hidden under his skirt. It took his mind off his forthcoming exposure just a little. Each of the girls had about twelve to sixteen people to look after, distributed over tables of two to six places and everyone had a set meal so the work wasn?t difficult and all the customers were very friendly. After the meal there were a few speeches and a talk given by one of the old boys about trips he had taken round Africa. While this was going on the girls had to discreetly deal with any requests for top ups of drinks from a bar and afterwards Tina was pleased to see that several of his customers had left tips. On the way home in the bus one of the other waitresses had them in fits with her story of one of her customers who kept falling asleep on the lady sat next to him. It wasn?t really that funny but she had a knack of telling it that made it hilarious. The following day they were picked up at twelve thirty for an afternoon at children?s party in a private house. Most of the time seemed to be spent setting out the buffet and clearing up the debris and again they only wore their ordinary skirt and blouse combination. This wasn?t as pleasant either, a high proportion of the children seemed to be spoilt brats who spoke to the staff extremely rudely, as did the Mother of the birthday girl, but after work they went home with cheques for the two work sessions and calls to see each other later at Pippa?s sleepover so that made up for it. Mia?s pleasure as she prepared for the night out rubbed off on him but only when he forgot his nervousness. They each put on jeans and t- shirt, packed toiletries, make up and baby doll nightdresses with short, matching dressing gowns in case they needed them, then walked the short distance to Pippa?s. As soon as they arrived they were rushed up to her large bedroom where four extra mattresses were set in the form of a square round a central floor area and one other mattress was next to what was obviously Pippa?s normal bed. Sleeping bags and duvets were piled on one of the mattresses, a television was attached to the wall opposite her bed and under it was other audio and video equipment. Sophie was already there, sorting through the bedding and various board games, packs of cards and fiddled with the audio to get Pippa?s play list going. Within a few minutes everyone had arrived, excluding Caro who had left a message to say that she wasn?t going to be able to make it, news greeted by Tina with both disappointment and relief that she wouldn?t see him dressed as he was. Of course it started immediate speculation about her recent break up. "She couldn?t stand him all the time thinking he was God?s gift to women," Lyn explained. "If they walked into a restaurant, instead of attending to her he?d be looking round the room to see what other women were looking at him." Everyone agreed that she?d done the right thing, but to Tina?s bafflement this remained the topic of conversation for ages as they seemed to dissect every relationship they?d ever had, comparing each one in excruciating detail. Then Pippa announced that it was time to change, but that there was a very particular way we were going to undress and there would be a prize for the last person. She picked up a pack of cards and told them that the person who had the lowest number would have to take off a piece of clothing. There was a big squeal from everyone as she dealt the cards. Straight away Lyn turned over her card and it was a two of clubs. Pippa explained that there couldn?t be a lower one as the cards had a level of seniority from clubs to diamonds, hearts to spades, the highest, that way there couldn?t be a tie but if someone drew a joker then they didn?t have to draw in the next two rounds. Lyn tried to get away with just taking one shoe off, but Pippa told her the pair of shoes count as one item, as were socks. It was with horror that Tina realised that he was almost certainly going to have to appear naked in front of the girls and they were going to be naked in front of him. While the latter would normally be his utmost fantasy, the former had him on a knife edge. Surely they would find out about him? Mia was sat next to him and noticed he?d gone very pale, she squeezed his hand in an attempt to giver him reassurance. The next shuffle and deal were handled by Fae, who was sat on Pippa?s left, but she managed to deal herself a four, which was the lowest. On the third had Mia lost her shoes, then Lyn lost her blouse. It was some time before Tina lost his first item, then he lost two more in succession. Just as he was getting worried, it was Pippa who was the first one down to her panties, he had problems as she was sat opposite to him and he had great difficulties averting his gaze from her breasts. It didn?t help that every time he looked at Mia he caught her trying not to laugh. Although it was him laughing at her after not too long, as she was also soon sat there in just her knickers. It was just as well she wasn?t embarrassed in front of him, she had long got used to thinking of him as her sister, so had no bones about both of them being naked in front of each other from time to time, when he was getting into or out of Tina ?mode?. It was some time later that, with more or less equal shares of bad luck, the girls started to lose the last of their clothes. He lost all of his while Pippa and Fae fought out to the end, Fae eventually being the winner and was presented with a manicure case as a prize. It was only then that the previous losers were told by Pippa that they could to get into their nighties. Of course that caused a bit of a rush. It was as they were putting their nighties on, Lyn accused Sophie of pushing her so pushed her back. She tripped on the edge of a mattress and fell in turn into Mia and him. At the time he?d only got as far as placing one leg into his baby doll panties, so found himself off balance and quickly among a tangle of arms and legs, underneath partially his sister, but mainly Sophie, whose crotch ended up almost in his face. All the girls started laughing, Sophie so much that she had to get herself together before she could move off of him. The sight and scent of her most intimate part would be causing him blue balls for the rest of the evening, she even managed to nearly dump a breast in his face on the way up. Once Mia climbed off of him it was easier for Sophie to get up, giving him a chance to pull on his panties and nightdress, turning his back to belatedly avoid looking at the naked or near naked bodies round him. Mia noticed his face was bright red from embarrassment and decided that making something of it was the best defence when the others inevitably saw it. "Poor Tina," Mia told them, "she?s not been to a proper sleepover before, we?ve embarrassed her." The others feigned sympathy, but made the most of pulling his leg. "Don?t worry about anything Tina," Pippa told him, "and don?t take any notice of what the others are saying, I was shy my first time but remember we?re all girls together, you haven?t got anything we haven?t." Tina couldn?t look at Mia, he got one glance of her shoulders jerking and realised that she was barely holding herself together. Being terrified of being outed was the thing that was most worrying him, that and wondering how he could ever face Sophie again in his boy?s clothes, after having such a close encounter with her. They had just settled themselves down when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Pippa called. With some difficulty the door was opened and a maid entered with a large tray of six glasses and plates of biscuits and small cakes. Pride of place was taken by a bottle of Champagne, opened already and in an ice bucket. Tina found it at odds with his upbringing that everyone was equal, to see the maid curtsey to Pippa. "Miss Philippa, your Father has sent me up with this bottle but he says that it is between all of you and absolutely nothing else alcoholic must be drunk," said the maid. "He also told me to tell you that he has checked all his bottle levels so he?ll know if some is missing. He says that he thinks you?re all old enough to have one drink on a sleep over." "Thank you Annie," Pippa said and grabbed the bottle of wine. "Hey, he?s turning into a sport, your Father," Fae told her and they all agreed. "Not that much," replied Pippa, "or he?d have let me snaffle a bottle of vodka." As they settled down with the goodies, then they went through a succession of board games until they?d played each one at least once. Then Mia asked if they wanted to hear a ghost story. Pippa turned the main light off, just had the very faint nightlight that she had if she wanted to use her en-suite during the night. Mia was good at stories and had them all going towards the end. Tina decided to join in and told them what he said was not a ghost story at all, but one that happened to him. At the end, when they realised it was just another tale, he got pillows thrown at him, but they all agreed it was the best one they?d heard. He didn?t tell them that he?d Googled for stories as soon as he knew he was invited, so he was well prepared. At nearly midnight, Pippa and Fae went down to the kitchen and made malted milk drinks for everyone but although they all got into bed, they carried on talking for some time so it was very late when they woke on the Sunday morning. They eventually got down to the dining room at eleven, where the maid laid out a buffet breakfast of proportions young ladies who were proud of their figures had no right to eat. Mia and Tina arrived home at a little after one to be told by their Mother that they had anticipated a late lie in and they would have their Sunday roast at six. That would give them time to eat it and still have an early night. "So what did you think of your first pyjama party Tina?" his Mother wanted to know. "It was most educational Auntie," was all he would commit himself to. "More like a shock to her system," Mia contributed laughing. "She?s seen things that she?ll never be able to unsee." Monday and Tuesday that week were spent by the siblings increasing the size of their wardrobes, courtesy of The Big Event generosity with their pay, Tina decided to bank any future paycheques and only spend his tips if possible, but decided he deserved a treat or two with this first one. Wednesday they were picked up at noon for their first long stint of work although they knew that they would be serving then clearing up from one to three, then they would be able to rest from then until four when they would start again, this time in their French maid uniforms, going through until ten or eleven o?clock. The venue was a conference centre rented out to one of the international companies that had branches or headquarters in the city. They were holding a seminar for their staff from all over, and this was going to be the final day. Tina was allocated a large table to look after but it wasn?t until after he had started to serve the fixed menu that he realised the person in charge was none other than Caro?s Father, Mr Reece Jones, and he was serving his table. In spite of the extra pressure put on him by this discovery, everything went well. Of course he couldn?t give any indication that he knew the Chairman and majority shareholder in what was his family business, after all he was only supposed to be visiting, so he tried to treat them all equally. The evening meal was an untroubled continuation, it followed the normal format of eats and drinks, then a speech thanking everyone for attending and making the event a success, given of course by the Chairman from a small stage with a lectern. The only difference was that for the evening Mrs Jones, Caro?s Mother also attended. Tina did his best to ensure everything went smoothly and was rewarded with a fifty pound tip from Mr Jones. He had long got over the possibility that anyone would realise that he was a boy. He didn?t realise a very different problem that was coming his way. Before he could get into the minibus for the ride home he was called to one side by Brian Scott, his boss. He thought obviously that he?d done something wrong and was really worried. "Tina, I?ve had a special request about you," Scott told him. "Mr Jones is by far my best regular customer and he has a domestic problem. It seems that out of five staff he employs, one is on holiday and another is having a baby. He desperately needs a temporary stand in Wednesdays through to Saturdays each week from five until about eleven each night. It?s for six weeks or so and he?s especially asked if you would do it. He?ll even send a driver to collect you and take you home afterwards." He hesitated, he was trying to think how he could get out of working for so long and so closely to Caro, she might find out who he was. "You?d still be employed by me, at the usual rate plus he?s so keen for you to accept he?s said that he?ll give you a generous bonus," Scott added. "You would have to wear your evening uniform, but I don?t see how you can refuse, I?ve told him you?d start tomorrow." He?d given Tina a choice that was no choice, he felt he was trapped and had to accept. "What about the Friday and Saturday outside functions?" he made a desperate attempt to escape. "Don?t worry about that, now I want you to bring back your skirt and blouse uniforms and draw two more dresses, that will mean you have them ready for each day and only need to do one laundry a week, don?t forget how important Mr Jones is to this business," that closed the only reasonable escape hatch. As soon as he got onto the bus, all the girls wanted to know what was said to him. "It doesn?t look as if I?ll be working with you for a while, if at all," he told them. He explained what he?d been asked to do. Far from being sympathetic, the others were all jealous of the offer he?d had. They pointed out that working regular days would earn him much more than just doing the functions, he said nothing of the bonus promised him. Mia realised that it wasn?t that straightforward but said nothing until they were safely indoors. "So long as you stay in character, Caro won?t recognise you," Mia told him in answer to his worries. In any case, he told her, he had got somehow committed. "Anyway," his sister added, "it?s not as if you were dating or even close to her, she won?t think you?re the geeky guy from school." Tina took extra care with his make up the next afternoon and his lift arrived on time to collect him. Because he had the transport he was able to dress before he left home which was just as well, bearing in mind the very suggestive uniform he was wearing to say nothing of the heels. The driver showed him where to go at the back of the house and there he was met by a middle aged woman who told him she was the housekeeper, taking him to a room to his right as he entered. This he was told, was the staff room where they ate, to the left of the entrance was the kitchen. She introduced herself as Mrs Adele Smith. "I understand that you?re the Armstrong twin?s cousin, is that right?" the Jones?s housekeeper wanted to know. "Yes Ma?am." "Have you been trained in how a proper maid should act in the house?" "Not really Ma?am, but I think that if I attend quickly, curtsey when I enter a room, when I leave and to acknowledge any instructions I shouldn?t go too far wrong," he was remembering what Pippa?s maid did on their sleepover. "Good," she smiled. "Also remember to knock on the door and wait to be invited to enter, call Mrs Jones Madam, not just Ma?am, Mr Jones is Sir and their daughter is Miss Caroline. And don?t speak unless you?re asked a question. If you need to have clarification about something you just stand with your head bowed and hands clasped. Is all that clear?" She took him through to the dining room, big enough for something near twenty people when the table was fully extended from its current smallest configuration. She showed him where the cutlery, glasses, additional crockery and other table furnishings were kept. "I want you to set the table for just three covers, for a meal with a fish course then meat followed by a cheesecake sweet then cheese. There will be white wine, a red, then a desert white. I?ll be back shortly to see how you?ve done." She went to leave but he stopped her. "Sorry Ma?am, but could you tell me if the meat requires steak or ordinary knives?" "Well done young lady, for knowing the difference, but tell me why didn?t you just ask if steak was on the menu?" "Steak knives could also be required for some types of game Ma?am," he replied. "Very good, yes, set out steak knives, the meat course is griddle cooked venison." She left him for about twenty minutes and given that amount of time he surmised that she wasn?t trying to catch him out, she was just allowing extra time to find things in unfamiliar places. When she returned she told him that she was delighted with what he?d done, she gave him ten out of ten. She even noticed that he?d used the cutlery cloth to give the silverware a wipe as he?d put it out, to avoid finger marks. "Tina, I?m very happy with you, I don?t suppose that you?re interested in working here as a permanent employment?" He politely declined, telling her that he had to return to school after the summer break. She took him back to the kitchen where she introduced him to the cook, a smiling friendly lady of about the same vintage as the housekeeper by the name of Jane Busby, but Mrs Smith just called her Cook, so he did the same. He saw that a salad needed to be put out on plates which already held portions of pat(, so asked if it had been fatigued and therefore ready. "No, but you can do that after the family are served their aperitifs," Cook told him. At six thirty Mrs Smith pointed him in the direction of the family living room and told him to go and take drinks orders then return to the kitchen and she would show him where to find them. He braced himself for his introduction to Caro for the first time. He knocked and was told to enter whereupon he did so, closed the door and curtseyed. The room was large and well furnished, Mr and Mrs Jones were sat either side of a huge fireplace, unlit of course, and a large coffee table. Caro was sat at a small table in the bay window, studying her phone. "Ah, Tina, I?m so glad you have taken up our offer, Mrs Smith is very shorthanded at the moment." It was Mrs Jones who greeted him. He didn?t know if he should respond, so he erred on the side of caution and just smiled and curtseyed, something he repeated once he had their order, and once more as he left. He returned to the kitchen to be taken to a small anti-room where various drink decanters were laid out on a table. The housekeeper showed him how much drink to pour into each glass, gin over ice and lemon slice for the mother, scotch for Father and a small amount of white wine for their daughter. Then each had to be topped up, the merest dash of water on the scotch, rather more tonic for the gin and the wine glass topped up with ice cold fizzy water to make it quite a long drink. With those on a silver tray, he returned to the living room, going through the same procedure with the curtseying, etc. He noticed that none of them thanked him, something he realised he would have to get used to. Not only that but the couple were discussing something about an upcoming event and Caro was still looking at her phone, so they didn?t even acknowledge his presence. The only thing that he sensed more than saw was Caro paying him some attention but very discretely. ?Welcome to the life of a menial servant? he thought to himself as he returned to the kitchen just grateful to his Mother for having him practice in heels. He saw that Cook had placed a bowl with an oily, sharp smelling dark liquid next to the salad bowl, so he gave a few turns with the whisk standing in it and poured about half of the balsamic dressing over the salad, then started turning the leaves over to get a good coating on each one. He needed a little more, then asked Cook if that was enough or should he use it all? "No that looks fine, I think I made a little too much dressing, well done." He was getting used to this praise and the way it contrasted with the attitude of the family. Once he?d portioned it onto the plates he took them through to the dining room and set them on the table. He returned to the kitchen anti- room to get the wines, an iced water jug and a basket of bread rolls. Once that was done he returned to the living room with a small tray, standing with his head bowed until Mr Jones asked him if dinner was ready. He picked up Caro?s drink, the others were finished, followed them into the dining room and placed that next to her at the table. He served the meal without any further incident, he?d been shown how by the catering company so it wasn?t something new. Afterwards he served Cognacs back in the living room and spent quite some time clearing and cleaning the dining room until about ten thirty when he was called back to the living room via a bell call in the kitchen. "Help me to bed Tina," was what he was told by Caro, still with phone in hand. He nearly fell over with shock. He followed her up the stairs to a bedroom towards the rear of the house. "Run my bath please," she told him, "use the salts on the side." He was called back to the bedroom where she was sat at her vanity. "While I remove my make up would you brush my hair?" With some difficulty he did as he was told, pausing briefly to turn off the bath taps. He found the simple act of hair brushing incredibly erotic but not nearly so much as when he had to help her undress. He discovered that she had a very neat Brazilian that left little of her pubic hair, something he knew he would be dreaming about for a long time to come. He had to hold her hand as she stepped into the bath, then use a sponge to wash her down before she sat and relaxed for a while. Without instructions he hung up her outer clothes in one of her wardrobes, placing underwear in the hamper for washing, returning to dry her in large fluffy towels, helping her put on her nightdress and into bed. He cleaned up in the bathroom, all the time further thinking of her naked in front of him. His mind was given a small diversion when she told him where to find the cleaning materials, a very subtly hidden but very large cupboard in the wall. It sprung opened by pushing a panel between the bathroom door and the bath itself, amusing him that the family didn?t even want to see anything to do with cleaning, let alone the cleaning itself. What he wouldn?t have given to be in his male mode and joining her in her bed as she thanked him and wished him goodnight, still texting on her phone. He?d only just got back to the kitchen when he was called to go to the master bedroom which he found at the front of the house. There he saw that they were both in a double bath and all their clothes were all in a jumble on a decorative nursing chair. He found appropriate places to put them away, then was called to dry off the wife the way he had Caro. At the same time he saw that Mr Jones had got out and was drying his hair with nothing covering the rest of him up. That wouldn?t have been so bad, except it was obvious that he was in a very excited state. Tina just hoped that it wasn?t anything to do with the way he was dressed, he was aware that his uniform with high heels and showing enough flesh to appear sexually enticing, was exactly for that purpose. His wife had him towel her all over then powder her all over then brush her hair while Mr Jones was putting on a pair of pyjama shorts. It did little to hide his continued interest in either Mrs Jones or the French maid. Tina watched him a little and came to the conclusion that it was definitely the uniform that he was showing more interest in than his wife, so he was relieved to be dismissed for the night after he had cleaned their bath the same way as he had Caro?s. Back in the kitchen he found the man who had driven him to the house, waiting to take him home. In bed that night he reflected on the very strange turn his life had taken. He was seeing things that a boy of not quite seventeen years should never see. What was worrying was whether he would be recognised once he was back in boy mode? Could he survive if he was? The next day, Friday, was much the same as the day before as far as Tina was concerned. Again Caro was polite to him but her parents treated him as if he was just a servant who could be used in any way they wanted. On Saturday he was told only Caro would be there for dinner so she?d invited a friend over to keep her company. He was pre-warned that it was Sophie. He supposed that because Mr and Mrs Jones were going out for the evening, they?d arranged for their housekeeper, Ms Smith, to stay on duty, presumably to chaperone their said daughter. She reminded him that he had to stay very much in maid mode, curtseying to Sophie when he let her in, much to her amusement. "Good evening Miss Sophie, Miss Caroline is expecting you," he told her and showed her through to the living room where a miracle was taking place; Caro wasn?t on her phone. He couldn?t follow their conversation as he had to go off to get them both white wine spritzers which they sat and drank before moving to the dining room where they each had a second. He smiled in response to Caro giving him a wink when she noticed that their normal one third wine two thirds sparkling water had been reversed, making it stronger. He wasn?t repaid very kindly though, as they kept calling him to do things, laughing openly at him having to curtsey so much. What they didn?t realise was how painful it was for him. Although he?d by and large got used to heels, they still punished his feet after a while, and the recounting of the striping game and its aftermath tussle with naked bodies brought back memories that also caused his blue balls to return. It had been arranged that Sophie?s father would collect her at eleven, so then the final job of the day for Tina was to help Caro to bed, something that he was getting used to but only added to his blue balls just as the pain had started to subside. He had been asked to stay a little later that night as the driver would have to bring Caro?s parents home before he would be available for Tina?s own home going. For this reason Caro asked him to stay to chat with her for a while, inviting him to sit on her bed until his lift home arrived. She spent an hour or so this way, trying to find out as much as she could about Tina, which of course was very dangerous for him. He had to think of his real cousin Sandra?s life and transpose himself into it, complete with brothers (that Mike had gone to spend the summer with) and financial background (very comfortable). Of course, where he was completely lost was when it came to love life, there he had to wing it, based on the conversations he?d heard during the sleepover. Finally they heard the car bringing her parents home and bearing the promise of a lift home for him, but after it had pulled up they heard a commotion going on outside. It continued as the door was opened, so Tina ran out to the landing and heard the shouting more distinctly. "Who?s in the house?" a man?s voice was shouting. "If we find someone we haven?t been told about we?ll shoot them on sight." As if to prove the case, there was a huge explosion followed by the noise of Mrs Jones and a second woman, who he assumed was Mrs Smith screaming. He ran back and told Caro to follow him. "Get in here," he told her, opening the cleaning cupboard, he didn?t need to tell her twice. "Call the police, but otherwise keep quiet," Tina told her, glad for once that her phone was still stuck to her hand. He took off his uniform and shoes and threw them in after her then closed the hidden door. He grabbed a dressing gown, putting it on and slipping his feet into a pair of Caro?s slippers, then ran out to the top of the stairs. "I?m coming Mummy, Daddy," he shouted before they could see him. As he showed himself he hoped that they?d not give him away, then saw their driver sat on the floor with blood coming from a wound in the outside of his right thigh. Ominously two men wearing balaclavas that only showed their eyes were on the other side of Caro?s parents, one of them holding a revolver. "What?s going on Mummy?" he asked, praying they would work out he was trying to keep Caro safe. "Where?s the maid?" the man with the weapon asked. "Her father came to pick her up, he didn?t think he?d be back in time, but he was," Tina answered. They accepted this answer only after the unarmed man had gone upstairs to search the bedrooms, he supposed that in any case they weren?t going to worry unduly about a mere maid. The armed man grabbed Tina by the arm, twisting it up behind his back. "If you call the police your daughter dies," he told Reece Jones. "We?re leaving now, follow these instructions." The unarmed man handed Jones an envelope then, taking Tina with them, they backed down the hallway towards the still open front door. Although he had thought of sparing Caro possible fear and humiliation, or worse perhaps, this was a step further than he had anticipated but it was too late to do anything about it now. He weighed his options and made a decision. "Don?t do what they want Daddy and call the police," he shouted out before he got a punch in the head from the man holding him. Instantly he thought of something, making the most of the blow he collapsed as a dead weight on the floor. The man couldn?t easily pick him up so that meant that the other one had to help him. As he bent over he couldn?t keep the gun in the direction of the household so lowered it rather than aiming directly at them. Timing carefully, Tina suddenly grabbed the man?s hand with the gun. He stood no chance of wrestling it away from him, he lacked the strength, but he inserted his comparatively small finger under the trigger guard and squeezed it, apart from the detonation, he was vaguely aware of Mrs Jones screaming. As it fired, Tina could only make sure the gun was pointed away from the Jones and staff squeezing it again and again, firing it into the wall. The man who had hold of him grabbed him round the neck and pulled him across the floor, but the deafening explosions that were becoming almost continuous were suddenly replaced by a clicking sound. Whether it held five or six rounds he wasn?t sure, but what he did know was that all the ammunition in it was gone. Mr Jones realised that the gun no longer was a threat and attacked the previously armed man, pulling him off the maid. Almost immediately Mrs Smith picked up a walking stick from the hall stand and started hitting out with it and the driver painfully got to his feet and weighed in as well. At that point Tina passed out from the pressure on his neck, but the two men scrambled up and ran off, empty handed. They?d been gone a few minutes when two cars with armed police arrived in answer to the call made by Caro. As he came round the first thing that Mrs Jones wanted to know was where her daughter was. While her husband asked the police to call an ambulance, she went upstairs with Mrs Smith to be reunited with her daughter. The family?s driver, whose name he now learned was Bill, shared the ambulance to the city hospital, him for his gunshot, Tina to be checked over as he?d been unconscious but also to have a cut in his hand seen to. He hadn?t noticed at the time, but while struggling over the gun his hand had received a deep cut and one of his fingers looked as if it was broken. He only noticed it after the event, adrenaline had dulled the pain up to then. What happened next was something that hadn?t occurred to him. He was asked his name and for his next of kin. He took a chance and told them he was Christina Armstrong, knowing that he would eventually have to come clean, at least to the police. He realised that his good deed was going to cost him dearly in humiliation that would probably last until he could move away from the area. He started to worry what his sister?s friends were going to say when they found out that a boy had seen them naked. While he was waiting in the x-ray department his mother, father and sister turned up to give him support, all obviously worried about him. Mr Jones had telephoned them to tell them that their niece had been injured with a brief description of what he had done, even before he set off to the hospital. The two families came in together but Tina?s father took Mr Jones to one side to have a quiet word with him. Before Mr Jones could speak Chris Armstrong had decided that honesty was the best policy. "Reece, I must tell you something before it comes out in the police investigation. Tina isn?t my niece, I?m afraid that this is my son, Michael. I?m sorry but it?s not his fault, we sort of cornered him into this even though he didn?t want to." Not quite honest, but he made an attempt to take the blame away from his son. "I know Chris." He allowed the shock of this to sink in before he continued. "One of Caro?s friends managed to work it out but he?s no need to worry, they all think it?s a hoot." "You...They don?t mind?" Chris asked, shocked by the revelation. "No Chris, my brother used to like doing this sort of thing so I know all about it," Reece Jones was laughing. "I did check with my daughter but she told me that she always liked Mike Armstrong and it gave her a chance to get to know him." "But she goes out with athletic types, I didn?t think she?d be interested in him." "She might like to show off her latest conquest to her friends, but she and I are close, she?s never liked the sort of lad that wants to boss her about all the time. She actually mentioned Mike?s name to me as an example of the nice boy she really liked, she was afraid that she?d lose what she called ?street cred.? with her friends. She can?t believe what a hero he turned out to be and I must say I concur, I can?t thank him enough for the way he protected her, and us come to that." "When did they find out?" Chris asked, shaken by the revelation was the understatement of the year. "Caro told me they thought he looked too much like his sister when they first met him, it was confirmed once he relaxed, his voice was too familiar. That was why they had that game of strip on his sleepover with them, they wanted to be sure, mind you, they nearly changed their minds when they saw his body. They told Caro it was incredibly believable, how has he done it?" "I booked him into that ?Pampered Lady? salon in town," his Father explained. "Everything?s reversible, he still wants to be a boy." It was then that Tina and his sister came over to join them, they heard the last few comments. "What?s happened about the men who tried to take him Mr Jones?" Mia asked, changing the subject so quickly Tina smelled a rat but decided not to press it for the moment. "The police have caught them Mia," then to Tina, "how did you manage to shoot one of them in the foot?" "I?m sorry, I didn?t know I had, I just wanted to empty their gun," He admitted. "What happened to that?" "They left it behind in their hurry to escape from you," Mr Jones laughed. "I?m sorry Sir, I know it wasn?t that, it?s you I?ve got to thank for saving me." "I think Mrs Smith was largely responsible for that," he was laughing again, "I didn?t realise how well she could weald a walking stick." At that point he went for his x-ray, the police were waiting for him to take him to the police station to make a formal statement as soon as his injuries were dealt with. Both his Father and Mr Jones went with him, Mr Jones explaining that he was aware of Tina?s real identity before he was taken on and he maintained a non-discrimination policy both at his office and home. He was able to make the statement as Michael Armstrong but he was assured that his identity would be hidden because they regarded him as a potentially vulnerable witness. However he was told that it was very unlikely there would be a trial of the men charged as they had so much tangible evidence against them. As they parted company Mr Jones invited his parents and him to dinner in two nights time to give him a proper thank you for what he had done. He asked about his job and he was told not to worry about it, everything was in hand. The morning of the dinner an envelope was delivered, addressed to Tina, containing a gift certificate for the most exclusive dress shop in town, no amount on it, just to say it would pay for an outfit of his choice. Intrigued, he went there straight away with his Mother and Mia in tow. He was told that he was to be dressed from top to bottom in clothes suited for a formal dinner party and during the whole exercise he wasn?t allowed to see a single price tag. He ended up, with prompting from the lady who advised him, with a gorgeous basque with matching panty, sheer white stockings, a strapless full length gown in a shimmering silver material and shoes with four inch heels to match. The outfit was finished off with sparkling crystal necklace, earrings and bracelet and a white faux fur wrap. After that the three of them went to the hairdressers where he was given their ?bridal package?, his hair in an up do and covered with a dusting of silver sparkles. That evening he was dressed up in his finery. With his Mother in her evening dress and Father in a dinner suit accompanying him to the Jones house. He asked where Mia was but they told him she had gone on in advance. She missed out on the driver who came to collect them in the Rolls rather than the Ford he was usually driven around in. They were greeted at the Jones family door by all three of the family, he was stunned how glamorous Caro looked but it wasn?t long before he realised that she was just as amazed by his appearance in his evening dress and accessories. He was in heaven when Caro greeted him with a kiss on the lips. They all enjoyed aperitifs in their lounge which Tina was surprised to see were served by Pippa in her French maids? costume. He turned beetroot red as he realised that she was again seeing him as Mike in drag, however that was dispelled when she saw what he looked like, all dressed up, she was obviously taken back. The biggest surprise though, was the six of them being told they could go through to the table by Fae, also in her costume. That was just the start though, all the girls from Pippa?s sleepover, including Mia, were in their maids? costumes and did the table service for them all, two in the room all the time, topping up drinks etc., the others collecting and serving. He was pleased that the seating arrangement, man and woman alternately, allowed him to sit next to Caro. At the end of the meal all the girls lined up, then Pippa stepped forward. "Tina, we all wanted to be part of the thank you that Mr Jones organised for tonight," she told him. "We all think that you?re a super person, a good sport and most importantly very brave. We want you to know that you can be one of the girls any time you want, none of us will reveal your other rather unfortunate identity to anyone." By the time she?d finished speaking he had tears in his eyes, and was afraid someone would see, until he realised that Caro and several others also were crying with the emotion as well, even his Father wiped his eyes. Then Mr Jones stood up. "Tina I can?t thank you enough for your bravery, stepping into my daughter?s shoes, quite literarily," that of course caused laughter round the room. "Your friends have all stepped in and offered to take turns at doing your job here if you so wish, you would still be paid anyway, but if you prefer to carry on in the post, no one will have a problem with it. It is entirely up to you. "It greatly pains me that telling the world what you did, with no thought of your own safety, would cause you unjustified embarrassment, personally I think that is the world?s loss but I can understand your problem. However I want to shout from the rooftop, I respect your wishes but I and my family owe you big time so you have a special card of mine. It?s not something physical, but if at any time in the future you need a favour from me you can call on me to play that card and I?ll move heaven and earth to help you in any way I can. "Thank you Christina." Everyone clapped then they got up from the table and the parents made their way back to the lounge where they enjoyed brandies. Caro grabbed Tina by the arm and guided him to join the rest of the girls as they went up to her bedroom. The evening developed into what the girls had obviously already arranged, another sleepover, and they showed no hesitation in stripping out of their uniforms to the point of being naked, before they put on their nighties. "Don?t you mind me seeing you doing this?" Tina asked. "Don?t be silly Tina, you?ve seen it all before, and besides, we?re all girls here," Sophie answered for them. None of them were as shy as him as he reluctantly stripped out of his glad rags and into the baby doll that Caro loaned him. There was a knock on the door, so the girls made themselves decent while Bill the driver, still limping but otherwise appearing unscathed, brought in a number of thick camping mattresses and sleeping bags in and helped lay them out on the floor. Caro then announced a game of truth or dare. She dug an empty coke bottle out of her bin and placed it on the floor and had them all sit down round it, once everyone was settled she spun it round. When it stopped it was pointing at Mia amid screams and giggles. "Truth or dare Mia?" two or three of the girls shouted. "Truth," she told them. There was a pregnant pause while Mia looked round at each of them, grinning from ear to ear. "Caro and Tina fancy each other but won?t admit it." "Mia!" Tina exclaimed. The screams and laughter redoubled while both of the named parties blushed deep red. Caro quickly picked up the bottle and spun it again in an attempt to change the subject, but when the bottle stopped it pointed at herself. It did nothing to deflect the questions being thrown at her, in fact there was a sudden chant of ?Truth. Truth. Truth.? from the others. "Dare," said Caro. "Your dare is to kiss one of the girls on the lips," ordered Mia, causing the others to fall about with laughter. She got onto her hands and knees and crawled across to Tina, took his head in her hands and kissed him deeply. He?d never been kissed in such a passionate way before in his life and found himself returning it with interest, wrapping his arms round her flimsily clothed body. He became light headed, thinking for a moment he?d died and gone to heaven, the hard buttons of their nipples pressing against each other. When they broke apart their lips they looked at each other, quite shocked, then smiles started that were unstoppable. "Looks like we got truth and dare at the same time," Pippa commented, getting them all giggling again. Caro joined in and instead of going back to her place, shuffled Lyn over so she could sit next to Tina and they spent most of the rest of the evening mooning over each other to the amusement of the others. When, after several card and board games, to say nothing of some illicit alcohol, they eventually turned in for what was left of the night, Caro held Tina in her arms as they drifted off to sleep in her bed. As arranged, and to the surprise of both sets of parents, Tina resumed his duties as maid the following Wednesday, promptly at five. Caro wasn?t surprised. The two of them had some private time together and he asked her if she really fancied him, in spite of his ?hobby?. "What I don?t want you to do is to get together with me from some misplaced sense of gratitude," he told her. "I know you really like a much more athletic build of boyfriend." "That?s where you?re wrong, Tina," she explained. "You?ve probably guessed that I like to be someone who knows their mind and doesn?t want some macho bunch of muscles telling me what to do instead. Besides, I love having you as my maid, to boss around and tease, as well as you being my boyfriend. I asked Mia all about you, that?s why she knew I had a thing for you, and I know you don?t want to be a girl, you just like girly things occasionally and quite like being bossed about." "What about when we go on to university, I know we?re going to the same one but I?m not going to be dressed like this, I?m going to be Michael. I?m hardly going to be a prize catch for you to display to your friends." "Really Tina, you think it?s important after what you did? I don?t believe that the vast majority of lads twice your size would have risked what you did for me." That was the reason the maid resumed his duties, it met both their needs and Sundays through to Tuesdays Tina and Caro either socialised, either just together, with the others, or hit the shops. Wednesday each week would see him being driven to the Jones house in his French maid outfit. He would do a few domestic chores or help Mrs Busby with the cooking, something he discovered he was interested in and seemed to have a flair for. Then would serve the family. It would be as always, first with their aperitifs, then their evening meal but all the while treating them with the same deference as the first time he worked there. He got so used to curtseying to Caro while working, he had to remember to stop himself when he wasn?t. As far as Caro and her mother were concerned, much to his embarrassment they continued to treat him as if he was an actual female maid. Mrs Jones actually had him shave her legs one evening and Caro took delight in having him wash and dry her when she bathed. Mr Jones couldn?t disguise his amusement. After a couple of weeks Mia asked him if he was still keen on doing the job. "I?m not seventeen until next month and I see my girlfriend naked, undress her and bathe her four days a week, what?s not to like?" he replied with a grin. * * * * * All the above happened some years ago. After another year at school, then university, during which time Mike and Caro were only apart when their lectures required it, they were married. After a traditional and highly publicised celebrity wedding Reece Jones arranged a second ceremony on a private island with only their very close family and the circle of girls ?in the know? present. At that Tina reappeared in the same dress that Caro had worn at the first, while this time she wore a very feminine cut version of a man?s evening suit and they reaffirmed their vows but with the commitment ?to obey? added just to Tina?s. They settled down to married life with Caro the breadwinner in the family firm, looked after very well by her wife, Tina, at their home. The only difference was in the bedroom, where Caro was delighted to find that her wife had all that was needed to make her a very happy woman.