A Delightful Arrangement

by Carolyn

Part Four

   

Since I had agreed to another assignment as a maid for an apparently rather demanding mistress, I felt it necessary to add to my wardrobe. I searched the internet and found a relatively inexpensive set of breast forms and what appeared to be an uncomfortable but convincing gaff. I purchased both, requesting overnight delivery.

I thought about these accoutrements carefully before spending the money. I had found breast forms that attached with adhesive but could be removed easily. Those actually sounded rather wonderful! However, the gaff, by definition, would be quite constrictive. Since it wasn't terribly expensive, I decided that it was worth a try.

I spent most of the day that Monday enjoying my feminine side. While I had no real plans for the day, I thought it wise to stay in my maid mode to practice further for the coming weekend. I wore a rather simple outfit: black underwear, a plain black dress, dark pantyhose and three inch heels. I adored the feel of these clothes and spent my time reveling in them.

That evening I watched an old movie with some rather steamy scenes. I, of course, fantasized that I was playing the female lead. When she was kissed, I caught myself being short of breath. I was rather surprised at my reaction. Being accepted as a woman was one thing. Acting and thinking like a woman was a natural step, one that I had taken rather successfully. However, feeling aroused by the thought of being kissed by a man was a rather unexpected turn of events.

When the movie was over, I changed into a nightgown and climbed into bed. I had spent the last two days as Carolyn and enjoyed the adventure thoroughly. As I lay there, I mused on the man's kiss in the movie. What had I been thinking? I began to imagine what it would be like for a man to be attracted to me enough to want to kiss me. How would that feel?

It had been months since I had kissed anyone. Admittedly, I missed the intimacy but wasn't entirely sure if I was ready to slip into a situation where I was the woman being kissed by a man. At the same time, I wasn't convinced that wasn't a rather erotic possibility.

As I rolled onto my side, feeling the sensuous satin tugging at my legs, I drifted off into a sporadic sleep. I'm sure I had some rather exciting dreams for I woke a few times in the night feeling quite aroused.

Soon morning came and I climbed out of bed and went into the shower. I loved the feel of my smooth body and thoroughly enjoyed showering. After drying off, I generously moisturized everywhere and planned my outfit for the day. I put on a corselet, satin panties, nude pantyhose and a full slip. Then, donning a robe, I went into the kitchen to start my coffee.

While it brewed, I moved back to the bedroom where I worked on my hair. It was light brunette but I longed for it to be blonde. I changed the style, curling the long ends under to frame my face, a redo of the outward flip I had been wearing. Adding makeup was always fun for me and I spent quite awhile in the process. I added eyeliner below and above my blue eyes. Some soft eye shadow and beige foundation completed the task for now. Lipstick would come after I finished dressing.

When I returned to the kitchen for my coffee the doorbell rang! I started before realizing I had a delivery due. Sure enough, it was UPS overnight service. The delivery man smiled warmly as I signed for my package. Of course, I had purchased my things as Carolyn so there would be no awkward moment when they arrived.

I dashed to the bedroom and tore open the package. It in were my new breast forms and the dreaded gaff. I decided to put everything on at once! After I completely stripped I attached the breasts. They were surprisingly heavy and I put on a bra quickly. Wow, did that do the trick.

I stood and walked to the mirror. It was amazing. Although my manhood hung noticeably between my legs my breasts looked absolutely authentic.

I took the gaff and read the directions. It was simply a triangle in front with a pouch for my maleness. There was a strap that went around the waist and one that ran up my crack like a thong. In the back there was a clip to adjust the tightness.

As I tucked myself into the pouch and worked the clip in the back, my maleness was pulled under. It wasn't too uncomfortable and after adjusting a bit, I actually felt secure and safe. Moving back to the mirror I was more than pleased. Quickly I put on my corselet, panties, pantyhose and slip. I decided to wear a simple dress to go to the uniform store so I put on a dark blue shift and complemented it with a pair of three inch navy sling backs.

A few baubles including hoop earrings and I was ready. I put on some red lipstick to match my nails, added some lip gloss and it was time to leave. I grabbed my purse and headed for the car.

When I arrived at the uniform store the proprietress was expecting me. She had spoken with Anna and led me to a row of dainty but utile uniforms.

"Anna likes her girls to wear matching uniforms and this is the style she selected for the party this weekend. She instructed me to tell you to wear black underwear, sheer black stockings and heels no higher than 3 inches. Please be subtle with your make up and don't wear more than a pair of earrings and a ring."

The dress was lovely. It was black with an eyelet lace trimmed collar and cuffs. It was a European style dress with side seam pockets in a 65/35 poplin blend. It came just to the knee and had a matching apron. I couldn't wait to try it on.

As I emerged from the dressing room, the proprietress was suitably impressed.

"That looks lovely on you, dear," she exclaimed. "I think Anna will be pleased. Remember now, no flashy jewelry and tone down your nails and makeup for the party."

"Thank you," I replied. "Of course I'll follow her wishes. She asked me to come on Friday to help prepare for the party. Do you happen to know what she prefers us to wear for that task?"

"Actually, I was supposed to tell you! I'm sorry I forgot. Just wear a blouse and skirt with lower heels. She'll have you working pretty hard and you want to be comfortable. Don't show up with too much makeup. She prefers her servants to be inconspicuous so anything that calls attention to you will not please her!"

It was sound advice. I took my prepaid uniform and left, pondering what to wear on Friday. I was committed to being a good servant and to follow my mistress's wishes to the letter.

As I walked to the car, I realized how much I enjoyed my new breasts and how ladylike I felt with my gaff concealing any lower bulges. I was careful to walk slowly, placing one foot ahead of the other to create a bit of a sway in my walk. I'll admit I was having fun.

The weekend ahead had wonderful possibilities. I couldn't wait!!!

  

  

  

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