Marvelous Maid

by April

  

After dating my girlfriend in college for about 7 months I could no longer hold in the need to tell her that I fantasized about her dominating me and forcing me to wear woman's clothing. Sarah oftentimes took on the dominant role in the bedroom, which is an absolute turn on for me. We had touched upon the subject of cross-dressing when it presented itself in movies or on TV, and she didn't seem to be repulsed by the idea, however we were not talking specifically about me dressing up. I wanted to show her that I would do whatever she desired, and that I desired to be dressed in feminine clothing. The combination of the two would be a fantasy-come-true.

Her birthday was about a month away when I came up with the idea. Sarah was always complaining about her housemates, and what a bunch of slobs they were. They never did the dishes, never vacuumed, and always left the cleaning to her. I presented her with an early birthday present. It was a gift certificate for a local cleaning service called "Marvelous Maids". The certificate was for a 4-hour house cleaning. She would just need to call and schedule the cleaning whenever she liked. The only thing Sarah didn't know was that the certificate was not real. I had printed it on my computer and put my new cell phone number down as the number to call. I disguised my voice when recording the "Marvelous Maids" greeting on my new cell phone. She loved the gift when I gave it to her, but said I shouldn't have. I wondered if that was the truth. There was no turning back now.

I had ordered a black silk French Maid uniform from the Internet, along with all of the accessories I would need. Within a week Sarah called and left a message. She left the gift certificate number along with the date and time she wanted the maid to arrive. I returned the call when I knew Sarah was at class, disguising my voice once again, and confirmed the appointment. My stomach began to turn. Could I actually go through with this? To my relief I found out that her roommates would not be home that day. They were both on the volleyball team and had an away game.

The day had arrived and I was more nervous than ever. I got up early and shaved my entire body from head to toe. I massaged body cream on my arms, legs and chest, looking in disbelief at what I had just did. I was so excited and pulled the garter belt around my waist and clasped it in place. Next I rolled the fishnet stockings up my legs and clasped the garter straps to them. I pulled a pair of white lace panties over my crotch and they confined my cock. I slipped my arms into the straps of the white lace bra and clasped it behind my back. I filled the bra with a pair of size C water balloons. I began applying foundation to my face, then eye shadow and eyeliner. I applied some blush and lipstick. I couldn't believe the difference. I could hardly recognize myself. I stepped into the black, silk, French maids uniform and zipped it up the back. Then I pulled the petticoat up under my skirt. It had an elastic waist and rows of crinoline, which made the skirt stick almost straight out. I put a pair of white lace ankle socks on over my fish-netted feet. I strapped my feet into a pair of black paten-leather shoes. I pulled on my brunet shoulder length wig and brushed it out. My transformation was amazing, and my heart was pounding. And I still had to drive to her house and ring the bell! I finalized my look with a set of French manicured glue on nails. I was all ready for my 10:00 am appointment.

I grabbed my bag of tools and took one last look in the mirror. I could not believe what I was about to do. I walked over to the window by the front door to make sure none of my neighbors were out. When I determined that it was clear to go I opened the door and pulled it locked shut behind me. I was so nervous I probably would have ran if that would have been possible in that outfit. The cool crisp fall air felt oddly arousing on my shaven legs. The sounds of my heels clicking along the sidewalk and my petticoat rustling while I walked were most arousing. I felt a little calmer once inside my car. As I started to drive I couldn't help but notice how foreign my fingernails looked. I kept glancing down at my dress, my eyes not fully believing what they were seeing. I drove for about 20 minutes before pulling into her block. I parked about 4 houses away so Sarah wouldn't see my car. I took a moment to reapply my lipstick and touch up my makeup. I nervously got out and locked the door. I slowly made my way down the sidewalk and walked up the front path to the house. I took a long pause and then rang the bell. There was no answer. I started to get nervous. Normally I would walk around the back of the house and let myself in through the kitchen, but I couldn't exactly do that. I rang the bell again. I rang it for the third time. Finally I heard footsteps. Sarah opened the door and invited me in. For a moment she didn't recognize me, she stared at my face for several moments and her smile turned into a light laugh. "Look at you" Sarah said and she came towards me for a closer look. "You look really good", she said. "Wow, is that really you?" I just nodded yes, too nervous to talk. "Well, get to work you sexy maid" she said. Sarah handed me a short list. I still was not sure if she found this as enjoyable as I thought I would. I started dusting the living room and she opened all of the blinds so that anybody outside could see in. Sarah took out her digital camera and began snapping pictures. "I can get used to this," she said. "I am going to have some fun with you, my sexy maid"; she taunted half joking, half serious. "I am going to get my moneys worth out of you", she taunted. "And if you do a really good job, I'll have to hire you again", she teased. I could not wait to see what the day would bring.

To be continued…

  

  

  

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