Annabel's Story - This is the story of how I came to be Annabel.

The First Evening (Part 1 – synopsis) - Ian Naismith went on a tour to the South West of England with his field hockey club. At the farewell dinner dance on the last evening, he met Helen. He went back to her house and she encouraged him to live out his fantasy of being a lady's maid.

The First Day (Part 2 - synopsis) - Ian is now living full-time as Annabel. She has been shopping for her uniform received her first lessons in becoming a lady's maid.

 

Annabel's Story

by Annabel Naismith

 

The Second Day

I woke early. It was uncomfortable sleeping in the tightly laced corset.

I washed and fixed my make-up and dressed. I knew today was to be a full working day and Helen had told me to wear a blouse and black skirt. I took the nightdress off, then put on ivory satin panties and matching bra. I carefully slid new stockings up my smooth legs and clipped the garters in place. Then put on my blouse and skirt and my patent leather shoes with the two inch heels, then went to the kitchen to make coffee for Helen, my new mistress.

"Good morning mistress," I said as I entered her room. She looked at me and smiled.

"Good morning, Annabel," she replied. "Don't forget to curtsey when you enter the presence of your mistress."

"I'm sorry, mistress," and I dropped into a deep curtsey.

"That's better. Now, I have given you a list of things you need to do today. I don't think there is anything that you will have difficulty with. I see you have the wrong shoes on; please go and get the shoes with the 6 inch heels."

I returned with the shoes a few seconds later and gave a deep curtsey as I brought them to Helen.

"Put them on," Helen ordered.

I put them on and lifted my left leg so Helen could fasten the padlock attached to the strap around the ankle, then repeated with my right leg.

"Good, now go and run my bath," said Helen.

I did as I was told and told Helen when it was ready.

"Thank you, Annabel. While I am in the bath, you can start the washing and prepare my breakfast. I would like a glass of orange juice and some cereal. Just leave the cereal and milk on the table in the kitchen."

While she was in the bath I started my chores.

Several minutes later Helen called me. "Annabel, will you come here please."

"Yes mistress," I did a quick curtsey as I entered the bathroom.

"Pass my towel and help me get dry," said Helen. Helen stood up in the bath while I wrapped the towel round her body and gently patted her.

"Thank you, Annabel. Now go and wait in the bedroom."

I went into the bedroom and shortly Helen followed. She quickly sat at her vanity and applied a little make-up, blusher, eye-shadow and lipstick, and then she dried her hair. I was amazed at how quickly she was able to do all this.

"Annabel, you will be locked in your high shoes for a long time today. Take plenty of breaks and sit down while your calf muscles get used to wearing them. I don't want you hurting yourself.

"While you're on a break, you can watch the television. There are a lot of programs during the day that will help your female development. Concentrate on programs that deal with fashion or relationship issues. If there is nothing suitable on tv, read one of my magazines. Will that be OK?"

"Yes, thank you, mistress," I replied.

"Right, I just need to tighten the laces in your corset. They will probably have worked a little loose during the night."

I thought it was impossibly tight but knew better than to say anything.

Helen slipped her hand up the back of my blouse and undid the laces, only to put her knee in the small of my back and pull as hard as she could.

"It needs to be tighter. Annabel, put your hands on the door frame and hang from it to relax your stomach muscles a bit more."

I did as requested and Helen was able to tighten the laces even more. I struggled to breathe for a few seconds but was able to breathe shallow breaths while my body started to get used to the tight lacing.

Helen finished dressing in a smart business suit with a straight knee length skirt and tailored jacket and then she went to the kitchen and ate her breakfast.

While she ate, I started on my chores, sorting the washing and starting the machine. Soon Helen was ready to leave.

"Annabel, I will be back at about 6 this evening. You will have plenty to keep you occupied. I expect the house to be spotless, or you will be in trouble." Helen tried to sound menacing but the glint in her eye made me think she would quite like it if I were in trouble.

"I will do my best mistress," I said with a curtsey.

"Good girl." With a kiss on my cheek and a quick hug she opened the door and went to work.

As Helen had said, there was plenty for me to do. I cleaned the bathroom and tidied, dusted and vacuumed the whole house. In between bursts of cleaning, I emptied the washing machine and folded the clothes neatly ready for ironing.

After every 30 minutes I took a break and read Helen's magazines. I paid particular attention to the fashion pages dealing with clothes, hair and make-up.

By late afternoon, I had finished all the chores and had ironed and put away the clothes I had washed in the morning. My feet and calf muscles were aching from wearing the 6 inch heels all day.

At 5:40 I started to prepare the meal Helen had asked for so it would be ready when she returned from work. Shortly after 6 o'clock, I heard the front door open and Helen came in.

"Hi, Annabel, how was your day? The house looks good."

"Thank you, mistress," I said with a curtsey.

"Go and get your 3 inch heels, you have had enough training for one day".

I got the lower heeled shoes and returned to Helen. She unlocked the padlocks holding the straps in place around my ankles and I gratefully stepped into the 3 inch heels. My feet had become so used to the 6 inch heels all day, so even 3 inch heels felt like flats.

"I'll just go and change while you get dinner ready," said Helen. "You need to change into your maid's dress for the evening."

I went to my room and took off my blouse and skirt, replacing them with my flared petticoats and maid's dress. Even in 3 inch heels, my legs seemed really long as the short flared petticoats made the skirt stand out so that my stocking tops could be seen.

After dinner, the doorbell rang.

"Get that, please, Annabel," said Helen.

I was a bit nervous because this would be the first person besides Helen seeing me as dressed as Annabel, especially dressed as I was.

Opening the front door, I saw a pretty young blonde. She was wearing a close fitting pink t-shirt and a tight black miniskirt. She was not wearing stockings, just sandals with a 3 inch heel.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Becky. I've come to do Helen's hair."

I let her in and carried her large case, following her into the kitchen.

"Hi, Becky," said Helen. "It's not me but Annabel whose hair you will be doing."

This was news to me. Becky sat me on a chair and put a pink cape around my neck. After a conversation with Helen, she returned to the kitchen and started on me. She washed and my hair and towelled it dry. Then she applied some strong smelling chemicals and teased and put clips in my hair.

"OK," she said, "we need to leave that for a while. Helen asked me to do your nails as well."

She produced a pack of nail extensions from her case and glued one to each of my fingernails. Then she filed them to shape and finally applied nail varnish in a soft pastel pink colour.

After what seemed like an hour, she went back to work on my hair. She washed it again and this time put in large rollers. She put a hood over me head and I could feel warm air blowing my hair dry. After 30 minutes or so, she took the hood off and removed the curlers. She brushed my hair out, removed the pink cape from me and finally showed me the result.

I was speechless – My hair was still quite short but I now had soft blonde curls which lifted my hair around my face. At the back, too my hair curled out prettily away from my neck and shoulders. My hair was so feminine.

"Wow, thank you Becky," was all I could say, "it's beautiful."

Helen came into the kitchen to see the result.

"Annabel, darling, you look gorgeous. I hope you're going to thank Becky properly," she said meaningfully.

I stood up. "Thank you very much, Mistress Becky," I said, curtseying deeply.

To my surprise, while I was curtseying, Becky stepped towards me and put her hands on my shoulders, pulling my head forwards towards her skirt.

"No, thank me properly," she said, "on your knees, Annabel."

I knelt in front of the pretty girl. She lifted her skirt and I could see she had decided to go commando this evening and that she was a natural blonde.

She pulled my head towards her and I started to kiss her mound. My tongue flicked into her clit and soon found her g-spot.

"Oh, yes, yes," she cried, as she became more aroused. She leaned back against the kitchen units and put one of her legs over my shoulder, pulling me towards her. She put one of her hands behind my neck and pulled me into her. My tongue was flicking strongly. Suddenly I could feel her go tense and start to thrust powerfully. With a wail of ecstasy, she came into my face. Her hand still pulled me into her mound and I kept licking her g-spot.

"No, no, not again," she wailed, still pulling me into her. I ignored what she said and kept licking, pressing my tongue into her clit as far as I could, while always keeping up the pressure on her g-spot. In only a few seconds, she was ready to cum again.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Becky practically screamed as her hot juices gushed into my face and onto my dress.

Becky helped my up and gave the biggest hug she could.

"Annabel, honey, thank you. That was wonderful." She kissed me firmly on the lips.

"I told you she was good, didn't I," said Helen, who had quietly watched the whole performance.

"Yes, she is," said Becky enthusiastically, still recovering her composure. "When can I do her hair again?"

"I think we had better leave it until next week," said Helen. "Now Annabel, tidy the kitchen while Becky packs her case. Then you can help Becky take her case her car."

Helen returned to the living room leaving me alone with Becky in the kitchen.

"Annabel, how long have been living as a girl?" asked Becky

"Only since Saturday," I replied.

"Do you like it, all the dresses and make-up and heels?"

"That's the bit I enjoy most," I replied honestly.

"What don't you like?"

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "I think it would be nice to go out occasionally but I can't see that it would be possible. I'm still used to meeting the guys in a bar and obviously I can't do that dressed like this."

"Oh we girls have fun as well, you know," said Becky mischievously. "I'll have to ask Helen if she will let you come out to play once in a while. There are some nice bars round here that are ideal for girl-friends to hang out in."

It did not take long to tidy the kitchen and pack Becky's bag. I carried it out to her car, parked several yards away in the street.

When we got to the car, as I lifted the case into the car for Becky she came and spoke to me.

"Annabel, you know I prefer girls. You are a really special girl and I'm really looking forward to seeing you again." She kissed me passionately and I returned her kiss, holding her close as I would if I had been dressed as a man.

"I think you're gorgeous, Becky, and I'd love to see you again," I said as I kissed her again. "Good-night, Becky, take care."

A middle-aged man on the other side of the road was taking his dog for a walk. The dog and the man both looked over to see the pair of us, both dressed in short skirts, kissing passionately under the street lights.

As Becky drove away, I realised how vulnerable I was, with my pretty blonde curls and my skimpy dress and high heels. I ran back to the house as quickly as my heels would allow, my skirt flouncing up and down with every step.

"Well that was fun," said Helen when I got back to the safety of the house. "You really should not go out dressed like that and kiss other girls. Men will think you're a lesbian and they'll want to try and cure you. You know, show you that they make better lovers than girls.

"Anyway, you need to take a bath and get ready for bed. Let me know when you have finished in the bath so I can put your corset back on."

As I relaxed in the bath, I thought about Becky and if maybe Ian could cure her of her preference for girls or if she would always prefer Annabel.

To be continued.

  

  

  

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