The Masquerade Party

By Janis Elizabeth

 

My first venture into the wonderful world of femininity occurred when I was approximately eleven. I found a pair of my mother's satiny panties on top of the laundry basket waiting to be washed. One of my daily tasks was to take my dirty clothes from my room and put them in the laundry basket with the rest of the laundry to be washed. Until that day, I had either never seen mom's soft panties or I had never paid any attention to her lingerie if I did see them. That day, however, the dark green satin and the white lace caught my eye. When I tentatively touched the sensuous fabric, I felt a shiver go through my body. Suddenly, I just had to put this heavenly garment on.

Quickly, I took the panties and withdrew to my room with my newfound treasure. I was out of my slacks and my underwear in a second. Slowly, I stepped into these silken delights and drew them up around my waist. The feel of the panties against my skin was absolutely breathtaking. In that moment, with the soft panties snug around my waist, I fell in love with soft, feminine things, a love that I have carried through to this day.

My initial experiences with feminine clothing were still based on what I would find in the laundry basket, which I started to thoroughly check out on a daily basis. Sometimes I would find a pair of panties or a slip, which, if I did not rush to immediately try on, I would rub over my hands and my face, absorbing the softness and the scent of the garment and the delightful sensations that it caused in me. A real find would be the day that I would find one of mom's silky nightgowns in the wash. One of these confections of satin and lace would cause me to carefully take the garment to my room, lock the door, strip off all of my male attire and enjoy the delightful sensations as the nightgown slid down my body. Of all of mom's nightgowns, my favorite one was a long, ankle-length, black satin item with wide shoulder straps and lots of lace at the hem, across the bodice and around the neckline. I would especially look for this nightgown to be in the laundry basket. However, I would always limit my try-on sessions to but a few brief moments of enjoyment to avoid leaving any telltale signs on the clothes or worse, being caught wearing the lovely apparel by my mom.

During my teen years, I used some of my allowance to buy satin lingerie including several pairs of panties, a few slips and two nightgowns, which I kept carefully hidden in my room. I started to ask if I could help out more around the house by neatly folding all of the laundry after it had been washed and dried. This allowed me to experience the sensuous feel of each piece of mom's satin lingerie, whether it was her bras, panties, slips or nightgowns while I carefully folded it. I even came to love the feel of touching her panty girdle, even though I never experienced the joy of wearing it. In addition to neatly stacking her things on her bed for mom to put away, I would put my own clothes away in my room. When a computer was added to my room, I took to cleaning and dusting in there. This was so that mom would not have to come into my room and possibly discover my limited stash of feminine attire or any unintentional indication of the web sites and chat rooms that I frequently visited.

While dressed in the privacy of my room or while on-line chatting with others who enjoyed dressing in feminine things, I began to think of myself as my femme persona. I even had taken a feminine name derived from my given name. My parents had named me Joseph Andrew, which I modified to JoAnne. I loved all of the time that I could spend as JoAnne.

While in high school, I dated regularly but I never really had a steady girlfriend. I enjoyed the company of my dates but was afraid that I might, by chance, reveal the secrets of my feminine desires to them. If any one of them found out that I enjoyed wearing feminine fashions, especially the soft, silky lingerie, I would have become a social outcast among my friends and classmates as soon as the word got around.

I would observe both my female classmates and the girls that I dated, making mental notes about their clothes; the styles they wore and what colors or pieces went together well to form a nice outfit. I still have visions about the full-length, fitted, gold satin gown my date wore for the Senior Prom. She looked lovely wearing it. Not only that, every time we danced, she felt so inviting in my arms as I felt her satin covered body next to me. For many nights after the Prom, before dropping off to sleep, I would lay in bed envisioning myself wearing that dress.

In college, I lived by myself in an off-campus apartment. This enabled me to continue to expand my limited wardrobe and dress in the relative privacy of my own place. However, I did not dare to venture out while dressed in any of my feminine finery. At 6 feet and 180 pounds, I was not exactly the epitome of feminine grace and beauty. My facial features also left something to be desired. In a word, I was not at all passable. This meant that all of my feminine dressing experiences had to be limited to my own apartment in order to avoid detection and possible humiliation.

Upon graduation from college, I went to work as an engineer for a mid-sized company in the next state. I had purchased a small house not too far from work, which gave me the privacy I wanted. Now I could really expand my feminine wardrobe thanks to those catalogs that specialized in women's and plus sizes. Additionally, I was able to get several wigs and several pair of shoes in varying styles and heel heights, both from the catalogs and from Internet sites. While my hair was on the longish side, I did not feel that I could risk visiting a beauty salon and have it styled. Hence, I had the need for a wig to complete my feminine persona. I located a small beauty salon about a half hour away from my home where I could take my wigs and have them washed and styled. Betty, the owner, didn't seem to care that I regularly brought in a wig for service. One time, after I picked up a wig, she even asked me if I wanted to sit and have her fit it on my head so that I might see how it looked. While the offer was tempting, I politely refused, because I was not ready to openly admit that I wore a woman's wig. Betty smiled and told me that anytime she wasn't busy, I was free to put on my freshly styled wig to see if it was okay. She also said that if I wanted I could experience any of the beauty services for hair, makeup or nails that her customers enjoyed. Although I felt she knew my secret desires, I still blushed openly at her suggestion and thanked her for her more than generous offer.

I quickly fell into a routine in my daily life. All day, I would work at my engineering duties, putting in the necessary overtime at night and on weekends whenever the project needed the added effort. Otherwise, in the evenings, I would go home, change into some nice satin lingerie, a dress and heels and relax, either reading or watching television for the rest of the evening. At bedtime, I would still wear my bra with my realistic C-sized breast forms snugly in the cups and my satiny panties and put on a long silky nightgown for sleeping. To offer some protection, I regularly used a sanitary pad in my panties. Between the silkiness of my nightgown and the satin sheets on my bed, I had a nightlong sensuous experience with many pleasant feminine dreams.

Every weekend, I would go out and try to locate those shops and services in the outlying suburbs where I might purchase those items needed to fulfill a feminine need, whether it was sanitary pads or stockings. On one of these weekend excursions, I found an older woman who was seamstress. She was more than willing to make some feminine things that I desired with no questions asked or judgments offered. The first outfit that I desired to get was a black satin French maid's uniform. Brenda, my seamstress, allowed me to change into my padded bra and satin panties before measuring me. As I dressed, I looked at my lovely full C-cup of my bra. Brenda complimented me on my choice of lingerie and on my feminine form. After taking all of the relevant measurements, she had me get dressed. Brenda smiled at me in my lingerie and mentioned that she was the friend of a young woman who sold corsets if and when I was interested in achieving a more feminine shape. I said that I would keep that in mind for future reference.

Brenda then made sure that we both understood what I wanted. She promised that the uniform, a white lacy apron, a white lacy maid's cap and two starched crinolines would be ready in two weeks. I thanked her and left a deposit. Brenda said that I could try the completed uniform on in her shop to assure its fit. She said I should bring my stockings and heels so that I could appreciate the total look and feel of the new uniform. Just before I left, I asked if she would do a satin evening gown for me sometime. Brenda indicated that whether I wanted an evening gown, a bridal gown or any other feminine apparel, it would not be a problem and to let her know what I wanted and when. I thanked her and took my leave.

True to her word, Brenda called two weeks later and said everything was ready. She said that I could stop in the next evening to pick it up. She also reminded me to bring my heels and stockings. The next evening, I had a little overnight bag packed with everything I needed to try on my uniform. Brenda greeted me warmly upon my entry into her shop. She said I should change into my lingerie and heels and she would help me into my new uniform. Quickly, I shed my male attire for my more delightful feminine things. In order, I put on a white satin garter belt, jet-black seamed stockings, white satin panties with lace and ruffles and my white satin bra with my realistic breast forms. I put on a lacy, white satin camisole, stepped into my black four-inch heels and then, as a last thought, put a sanitary pad into my panties while I tucked myself in.

Brenda walked in and smiled over my lingerie-covered body. She admired my legs, saying the heels gave them a very nice shape. Brenda also eyed my seamed stockings and assured me that my seams were straight. She then asked if I would like instant pictures taken to remember the evening. I said that it would be nice if it weren't too much trouble. Brenda went and got her instant camera. She took two pictures of me in my lingerie. After helping me into the crinolines, she took another.

I then put on the black satin uniform. The satin felt so nice in my hands. The uniform was trimmed with white lace around the hem, the rounded neckline and the short puffy sleeves. Brenda zipped up the back and then looped the white lacy apron around my neck and tied it in a big bow in back. Lastly she pinned the white lacy maid's cap to my hair. The uniform was a perfect fit and I felt so feminine in it. My breasts pushed the satin out properly. Brenda took several more pictures of the maid in her new uniform. She handed me all of the pictures as I paid her the balance that I owed for the uniform.

While I didn't want to take the uniform off, I thought that there was no practical way for me to wear it home. However, Brenda suggested that I borrow her pink all-weather coat and wear it over my uniform. While she was somewhat shorter than I, she felt that her coat would still fit me, based on my measurements and her size. Also, she suggested that I wear her pink satin headscarf over my head. That way, since it was nighttime, no one would easily see who I was or what I was wearing. She said I could return them later, at my convenience. After a little thought, I agreed to her suggestion. She went to get the coat and scarf while I packed my male things into my overnight bag. Brenda helped me into the coat and then tied the scarf over my hair like a woman would. She handed me a package and said it was a gift from her to JoAnne. When I looked, I saw that it was a lovely black satin nightgown with lots of lace on it. It almost resembled the one that mom had, and I loved, when I was younger. I was so happy over everything that I gave her a big hug right on the spot.

Brenda told me how nice I looked in the uniform and that she looked forward to my future orders. She also handed me a card that read, "Giselle's House of Corsets. Form Fitting Fashions for the Distinguished Woman." She indicated that Giselle would be pleased to make a corset for JoAnne any time I wanted. I smiled and said that a corset was something I had always about but had never had the nerve to get. Brenda assured me that Giselle was a very understanding person who likewise regarded men who desired feminine fashions as merely customers and not as items of scorn or ridicule. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and for the use of her coat and scarf. As I walked out, I listened to the echo of my heels as they landed on the sidewalk.

I drove home carefully so as not to be involved in an accident while dressed en femme. I arrived safely at home and parked in the driveway. The door was only a few feet away. I exited from my car and made my way from the car to the door. I didn't realize that one of the single women in the area had noticed my return. I hurriedly got the key in the lock and opened the door. I stopped in front of the hall mirror and looked at my image in the coat and scarf. I removed the coat while still looking at myself in the very feminine maid's uniform. Except for the lack of makeup and a little styling of my hair, I liked the reflection that I saw. I stayed dressed in my new uniform until it was time to change for bed. Although reluctant to remove my uniform, I looked forward to sleeping in Brenda's gift of my new nightgown. When I put it on, I marveled at the feel and at how much it looked like mom's favorite nightgown. My dreams were very feminine and pleasant that night.

Saturday was soon upon us. I had worn my new uniform twice since I had gotten it. It looked and felt absolutely wonderful. I did some of my housecleaning in the evening while dressed as the maid. However, today was not for cleaning, so the uniform remained in the closet. Since this was the rare Saturday that I did not have to go to the plant to work on any pending projects, I was able to do some of the necessary errands, such as grocery shopping, that I usually postponed. Wearing jeans, a pullover shirt, socks and sneakers, I headed out on my errands.

As I came out the door and approached my car, I noticed Jennifer, one of the single women in the neighborhood, standing there, as if waiting for me. Although I had interest in her and had spoken regularly to her in a friendly fashion in passing, I was sure that she could never have an interest in me, especially if she ever found out about my feminine desires. She was an attractive woman, who dressed rather nicely, and today was no exception. She wore a silky white, short sleeve blouse, a flared navy skirt that ended just above her knees, black seamed stockings and pumps with 2-inch heels. The blouse and skirt showed off her figure to good advantage. The seams on her stockings were perfectly straight.

Before I could even greet her, Jennifer asked if I would take her to work. She told me her car wasn't running properly and she needed to get to her job as a bridal consultant at a nearby salon. I agreed to take her and opened the passenger's door for her to get in. As we started off, Jennifer said she was looking out her window on Tuesday night and thought she had seen a woman enter my house. Since she had never known me to entertain any women at my place, she asked me, out of curiosity, who the lucky woman was. I almost couldn't breathe for a few seconds. Jennifer had seen JoAnne come home wearing her new maid's uniform. I thought I had been so careful and that no one had seen me . I laughed at her thought about me entertaining a woman and said that Tuesday evening had been a very quiet night at home. I just did some reading for a while that evening and then went to bed early.

Jennifer smiled before continuing. She said that the woman was tall, wore a pink all-weather coat and a pink scarf and from what she could see had great legs that were emphasized by her high heels, which had to be four or more inches in height. Jennifer said that the neighbor's porch light was on and it gave her a decent view. I almost wrecked the car when she said that. I know I blushed furiously over seemingly being caught in the act. However, Jennifer seemed to accept my initial denial that I was alone and went on chatting about other things.

As I pulled up to the bridal salon, she asked if I would mind picking her up at closing, as no one at work lived near her to give her a ride and public transportation was a time-consuming and inconvenient way for her to get home. I reluctantly agreed to pick her up at closing and take her home. It just meant that I would be later becoming my beloved JoAnne persona. I then put my best foot forward and asked if a gallant gentleman (me) could take the lovely young lady out to dinner, so he wouldn't have to eat alone again. Jennifer smiled and said she would like that, as long as it wasn't either a fancy restaurant or a pizza place. I smiled and assured her it would be neither. I said I would be out front waiting for her when she got off from work.

The rest of the day was a blur of conflicting thoughts and emotions. As I ran my errands, I was overjoyed that Jennifer would have dinner with me. Nevertheless, I was troubled that she had seen JoAnne clearly enough to describe her coat, scarf and heels. However concerned I may be about being detected, I had to act as if nothing had happened. Just before I was to return to pick Jennifer up, I changed into slacks, an oxford cloth shirt and shoes, leaving my jeans, etc. in the corner. I brushed my longish hair neatly, wishing that I dared to use some hairspray on it. I drove to the bridal salon and arrived just before Jennifer came out. She opened the car door and gracefully slid into the passenger's seat. As I admired the sight of the seamed stockings on her very shapely legs, I noticed Jennifer smiling impishly at me as she straightened her skirt.

We drove to a nearby steakhouse that was part of a national chain, which meant it was neither a fancy restaurant nor was it a pizza place. After we ordered our food, I casually asked Jennifer about her day. She told me about the different bridal parties that she assisted in either selecting bridal and bridesmaids' gowns or being fitted for their gowns. She described in detail the different colors, styles and fabrics of the bridesmaids' gowns that had been tried on. She also went into detail about the different bridal gowns that had been selected, from sheath to full-skirted to tea length. Unfortunately, her continued descriptions were having a very stimulating effect on me. I tried to feign disinterest in what she was saying. However, I could not pull that off. I was very deeply interested and, I think, Jennifer knew it. After describing an apparently very lovely full-skirted satin and lace gown, she looked at me and noticed how I seemed to be hanging on each word. When I saw her eyeing me, I blushed furiously and quickly turned my head away, trying to hide my obvious embarrassment.

Throughout the meal, Jennifer described various gowns in stock in the salon as well as the bridal lingerie and first night negligees that were on hand. At one point, she asked what I thought of a gown that she had just described. I stammered out a response to the effect that it sounded like a lovely gown and the girl wearing it would, I'm sure, look stunning. Prior to leaving the restaurant, Jennifer asked me what my full given name was. Without thinking, I automatically replied Joseph Andrew. Upon hearing this, Jennifer simply nodded her head in understanding. She then said that she had noticed me since I had moved in and had wanted to get to know me better since I seemed so kind and gentle. However, she could not think of any way to initially break the ice other than brazenly imposing herself on me by requesting a ride to work. She was glad that we had gone out to dinner and had the opportunity to get better acquainted. I said I was glad that it had worked out as it did.

When we were on our way home, Jennifer asked me the question that almost caused me to wreck the car. She simply asked, "How long have you been JoAnne?" Rather than drive in a shocked condition, I quickly pulled into a shopping center parking lot. I looked at her and tried to ask, "What do you mean?" In the dim light of the car interior, I could see her smiling kindly at me. She said that she had guessed my feminine name when she heard my given name which she added to what she had seen the other night. I started to shake involuntarily while at the same time trying to deny that I did have a femme name or was JoAnne, as she suggested.

Jennifer gently touched my arm and assured me that if I occasionally chose to dress in women's clothing, it was nobody's business but my own. In fact, she said she was somewhat partial to a guy who enjoyed exploring his softer, more feminine side. This was another reason why she wanted to get to know me better, after seeing me come home the other night.

She then told me about her brother Brad who had enjoyed dressing in women's clothing when he was a teenager. Unfortunately, he did not get the chance to enjoy it for long as he was killed while riding in a car being driven by one of his friends who had too much to drink. The accident killed four people in the car. Jennifer explained that she and her mother knew long before the accident of Brad's feminine tendencies. As their final act of love, they allowed Brad to be buried wearing a garter belt, stockings and panties under his outerwear.

I looked at Jennifer and expressed my condolences on her loss. I then asked her how she knew about me and my femme alter ego. She replied that she had a good look at me when I returned home the other night. She recognized my car and the fact that I had pulled into my own drive. Although she didn't see my face clearly, she surmised from the general shape of the person entering my house that it was I. When I denied entertaining a woman that night, I merely strengthened her supposition. The last clue was the rapt attention I was paying to her description of the gowns at the salon. Most guys would not have heard a word that she said. However, she knew that I had heard everything.

I looked ashamed at being discovered by my attractive, single female neighbor. I started to stutter and stammer an apology asking her if she would keep my secret. Jennifer stopped me in mid-sentence by assuring me that it was all right. She then asked me to kiss her, which I did with a soft and gentle touch. When we broke our kiss, I was blushing furiously. Jennifer could see the color in my cheeks and she told me again and again that everything was all right as she gently touched my cheek.

After sitting in the parking lot for a few minutes, I felt calm enough to resume driving home. Jennifer asked me what I was wearing that night under the pink coat. I blushed again but told her about my new black satin French maid's uniform, complete with apron, cap and crinolines, that I had just picked up. I described everything that I was wearing that night, right down to my seamed stockings and my satin lingerie. Jennifer commented on how graceful I looked in the high heels as I walked from the car.

We chatted briefly about where I got the uniform and how I obtained my feminine wardrobe. When I pulled into my drive, Jennifer said that she would love to see me as a French maid and to meet JoAnne. I asked if we could do that another time, since I was still unsettled by the fact that she knew. Jennifer smiled and said she would like that. I then walked her across the street to her front door, waited while she opened the door and turned on an interior light and then turned to leave. When she asked if I was going to kiss her good night, I stopped, turned and again gently kissed her lips. I left saying that I would see her again.

For the next few weeks, our schedules were such that we hardly had a chance to talk to each other, although we were able to slip in a dinner date every now and then. She even had me attend church with her on Sundays to give us some extra time together. It was the busy season at the salon as prospective brides looked at and tried on various gowns. Also, I was put on a project that had become critical, entailing late nights and Saturdays. I did not have much time even to become JoAnne. Jennifer and I would talk on the phone when we could and I would hear about beautiful gowns and lovely lingerie. Each description would cause me to dream wistfully.

In one of our weekend chats, Jennifer told me how she was going to finally get to meet JoAnne. She was planning to host a costume party the following Saturday and I had to attend wearing my new uniform. I was reluctant to appear in public, even a limited gathering, as JoAnne but Jennifer assured me that it would be fun. She also said that the guests would be the girls that she worked with at the salon and their dates. All told, it would be about a dozen people.

When I mentioned my concern about being unskilled with my hair and makeup, Jennifer said that her beautician Betty would be happy to take care of me. I almost dropped the phone at that. The very same Betty not only did my wigs but took care of Jennifer's hair also. We could get our hair and makeup done for the party at the same time. I thought that was a great idea and said so. She said she would set it up for us. We said good night and said we would talk later in the week.

Friday night, I had just gotten home when the phone rang. It was Jennifer inviting me to come over for a good old-fashioned pajama party. I blushed and said that I really didn't have anything to wear. She laughed and said all I needed to wear was my padded bra and some panties under my male clothes and the scarf and all-weather coat if I desired. She had a pair of pajamas for me. She even had an outfit for me to wear to the beauty salon tomorrow. I said I would be over shortly.

I quickly shed my briefs and put on a lacy pair of white satin panties. I also put a sanitary pad in place to help keep me tucked in. After putting on my well-padded bra, I put on my slacks and shirt, wishing for the first time that I had a pair of women's slacks to wear. I put on a pair of sneakers trimmed in pink along with the pink coat and scarf. I then carefully made my way across the street to Jennifer's.

She must have been watching for she quickly opened the door and let me in. I noticed that she was wearing a lovely ivory satin pajama set with lace and a matching robe. She had fluffy slippers on her feet. We kissed briefly and then Jennifer said I could change in the guest room. She smiled as she saw my feminine breasts under my shirt. Jennifer told me that my outfit was lying on the bed. She took my coat and scarf and hung them up and then pointed me in the direction of the guest room.

The room was decorated in a very delicate and feminine fashion, as I would have expected. Pink and white were the dominant colors. On the bed rested a pink satin robe and pink satin pajamas that were, except for the color, a duplicate of the ones Jennifer was wearing. I quickly shed my male attire and slid the satiny pajamas and robe over my body. There were even pink fluffy slippers for my feet.

Jennifer was waiting as I came out of the room. She told me that I looked very nice in the pink satin. I blushed and thanked her for her kind words and for the lovely pajamas. She then asked if I was wearing any feminine protection or did I need to borrow a pad. I assured her that I had properly protected myself. She handed me a pink satin hair bonnet to wear over my hair. I put it on my head completely covering my hair. She smiled and told me how feminine I looked. Of course, I blushed at her remark. We sat in the den watching a movie.

At one point in the evening, Jennifer suggested that we paint each other's fingernails and toenails. Although I had never experienced this, I was very receptive to her idea, especially when Jennifer pointed out that it would be one less thing to worry about in getting ready for the party tomorrow night. She went and got a bottle of bright red nail polish from her room. As I removed my slippers and put my feet up, she gently applied the red polish to each toenail. First she put cotton balls between my each of my toes and then carefully painted each nail. When my toes were finished, she then did my fingernails. I felt so feminine as I saw my fingernails and toenails covered with the bright red polish.

After my nails were dry, Jennifer had me do her nails. I was a little tentative doing the first nail or two. However, Jennifer patiently guided me in the proper application techniques and soon I had her nails coated with the red polish. As the hour grew late, Jennifer suggested that I sleep in her guest room. That way we could have an early start in getting ready for our beauty appointments in the morning. I blushed at the thought of spending the night in her house but I readily agreed. We kissed good night and Jennifer went to her room and closed the door. I closed the door of the guest room behind me, removed my robe and slippers and slid between the pink satin sheets on the bed. I slept very pleasantly that night.

The next morning, Jennifer awoke me by knocking on the door. She pointed out the bathroom to me and handed me a pink shower cap for my hair. After I had showered and dried off, I used some of her scented bath powder on the counter. I then wrapped a towel properly around me and returned to the guest room. There on the bed was an outfit for me to wear to my beauty appointment. I first put the satin garter belt around my waist and then drew the black seamed stockings up my legs, fastening them to the tabs. I then put my satin panties on. Jennifer was thoughtful enough that she had left a clean pad for me to use. After positioning everything, I put on a lacy white satin camisole. A white satin blouse, black satin wide-leg pants and a pair of black patent, square-toed shoes with a two-inch chunky heel completed my outfit. I never realized how nice a pair of pants could feel.

Jennifer was waiting for me in the living room. She was dressed in the exact same manner, although I must admit she looked far nicer than I did. Before I could ask her how she knew what sizes to get, she told me that in working at the bridal salon, she had become quite expert in estimating the correct sizes of brides and bridesmaids. She smiled and said she originally was considering getting pink satin pants but settled for the black satin so as not to embarrass me too badly in my first true outing as JoAnne. She handed me my coat and scarf and a small purse with a shoulder strap. After she showed me how a woman enters a car, I gracefully followed her example and sat in the passenger seat. We then went in her car for the short ride to Betty's beauty salon.

Betty greeted us as we walked in. She smiled at me and said that she was glad to finally get to meet JoAnne and do her hair. She said I looked nice in my outfit and that she intended to make me look beautiful for this evening. As she noticed my bright red nails she commented on how pretty they looked. The two of them had arranged for Betty to do my hair and makeup while Gloria assisted Jennifer. After I hung up my coat, Betty led me back to the shampoo area.

Seating me at the shampoo bowl, she placed a pink plastic shampoo cape around me and then reclined the chair so that my neck was resting in the bowl cutout. I glanced over to the next station and saw Jennifer getting shampooed. It was so relaxing as Betty wet my hair and then worked the shampoo into a nice lather. She rinsed and repeated the process. After the second rinsing, she applied conditioner to my hair and left it in for a few minutes before rinsing my hair again. Betty then wrapped a towel around my damp hair and led me to her styling station.

As Betty wound my hair on rollers, we talked about how I had become JoAnne, as well as about the apparel that I currently had in my wardrobe. She asked me about my costume for the party. I described my lovely new uniform and all of the lingerie that went with it. As Betty secured a pink hairnet over my rollers, she told me that my outfit sounded yummy. She than took me to a dryer chair and lowered the clear dryer dome over my head. The warm air was very restful. Jennifer soon was seated beside me, also with a pink hairnet covering her rollers. Even with her hair in rollers and no makeup, Jennifer was very attractive. I felt very fortunate that she seemed to be enjoying my company. While we sat under the dryers, she reached out and we held hands.

When I was dry, Betty moved me to a makeup chair. After I was seated, she reclined the chair slightly so she could easily work on my face. Bette put a cotton turban over my rollers and then she set to work. First, she used an herbal scrub to cleanse my skin. Next, she applied a cleansing mask over my face and had me sit there while it was applied. As I waited for the process to be done, I smiled as I observed Jennifer also wearing a cleansing mud mask. She smiled as she told me how pretty I looked with my mud mask in place.

Betty proceeded to gently remove the mask and then started on my makeup. First a little cream foundation was spread over my face followed by powder. Blush was applied to my cheekbones. Mascara was brushed on my upper and lower lashes, making my eyes more dramatic and eye shadow was applied to my eyelids. Lastly, Betty outlined my lips with a lipstick pencil and applied several coats of creamy, bright red lipstick to my lips. When Betty allowed me to look at my face, I was stunned at how pretty she had made me.

It was then on to the styling station for my new hairdo. Betty removed the hairnet and rollers. Using comb, brush, curling iron, styling mousse and hairspray, she fashioned my hair into a lovely style complete with an outward flip and bangs. As I gazed at my feminine reflection, I felt that she had truly made a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Gloria was finishing up with Jennifer. She looked at me and said that Betty had done a wonderful job on me. Additionally, Jennifer seemed pleased with my new look.

Betty told me that Jennifer had all of the cosmetics I would need if I needed to touch up my makeup. When I went to pay my bill, Betty told me that Jennifer had prepaid for everything. I reached out and hugged her for her kindness and understanding.

On the way home, Jennifer suggested I pick up my uniform and lingerie and then change in her guest room. I asked about any last minute preparation she needed to do to be ready for this evening. She said that she had hired a caterer that was taking care of set up, food preparation and cleanup afterwards. All we had to do was enjoy the party. I then asked what her costume would be. She smiled and said that I would just have to wait and see.

Jennifer pulled into my drive and I quickly went inside. I brought out my garment bags and heels and returned to the car. We then made the short trip across to Jennifer's house and quickly went inside. I carried my things back to the guest room and hung them up. We still had a little time before we had to get dressed for the party. I met Jennifer in the den where we sat and chatted for a few minutes. I looked at her and thanked her for the "coming out party" for JoAnne. She said that it was the least she could do to help me enjoy my femme side more. I told her that she really looked nice with her hair and makeup freshly done. She replied that Betty had done a nice job in making me pretty. I blushed over her comment but she assured me it was true.

The caterer's arrival was our signal to start to get ready. Jennifer asked if I needed any help in getting ready. I smiled and said that other than my maid's cap and a fresh pad, I was fine. She went to the bathroom and handed me a fresh pad and then went with me to my room. I sat on the bed as she pinned the lacy, white cap to my hair. She stepped back to look at my cap, smiled and said she could hardly wait to see me dressed in the rest of my uniform. She left, closing the door behind her.

I removed my shoes, my lovely blouse and my satin pants. I carefully hung up the blouse and pants to that they would not wrinkle. I removed my satin panties and discarded the original pad, although I kept my satin camisole on. Before getting dressed, I made sure that my seams were still straight, my stockings secured to my garter tabs and that my breast forms were still seated properly in my bra. I then put on my white, ruffled, lacy satin panties and put the fresh pad in place. My heels were slipped onto my stockinged feet and then I gracefully stepped into the two crinolines and drew them up around my waist. Again, I put on my new French maid's uniform. Each wearing of this delightful garment was exciting, though none more so than tonight when I would wear it in public. After zipping the back, I put my apron around my neck and tied the strings into a big bow in the back.

As I was checking my appearance in the mirror and posing in different feminine positions, Jennifer knocked and then walked into the room. She gasped when she saw her maid JoAnne and told me that I looked lovely. I also gasped as I saw her costume for the first time. She was wearing a pale blue satin little girl's party dress, a white satin pinafore, white ankle socks and black patent Mary Janes. There was clearly a starched crinoline under the skirt of the dress. She looked lovely as an adult version of Alice in Wonderland.

Jennifer studied my appearance and realized that there was something missing. She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a few things in her hand. She first clipped a pair of dangling gold earrings to my lobes saying that it enhanced my appearance. Next she sprayed me with a very feminine perfume. The heady scent filled my nostrils, making me feel all the more feminine. Next, she had me sit at the vanity while she touched up my lipstick and straightened a few stray hairs on my hairdo. As I was admiring her efforts, she fastened a black velvet choker with a white cameo around my neck. To my mind, it completed my image of the perfect French maid.

Jennifer nodded in satisfaction over my appearance. She then led the way to the living room to greet our guests as they arrived. I asked her if she would like for me to act as the maid, answering the door and hanging up people's coats. She thought that would be a cute idea.

The girls were attired as a harem girl, complete with sheer pants and a sheer facial veil, a nurse in her starched white uniform and proper cap, a 50's teen in her poodle skirt, a WWII WAC in her uniform, a ballerina, a geisha and a 20's era flapper. Their dates were pirates, superheroes or athletes. While I received a few odd looks as the guests arrived, no one really paid much attention to me.

When everyone was present, one of the girls asked Jennifer when her boyfriend was going to arrive. With that, Jennifer brought me to the front of the room and introduced me as "one of the sweetest and nicest guys I know." Usually, he is my boyfriend Joseph Andrew but for tonight, at my request, she is my lovely French maid JoAnne. Although I blushed at her introduction I still managed to make a graceful curtsey to all. There were "ooh's and aah's" from the girls and some surprised looks from the guys. Amber, the nurse, thought that Jennifer's maid was awfully tall but other than that she really didn't take a lot of notice. Her boyfriend did admit that he thought I had great legs, to which there was murmured agreement from some of the other guys.

During the party we ate, we listened to music, we danced. I never realized how difficult it was to move backward while dancing in four-inch heels until that evening. As the party wore on, we sat around the living room and chatted about a wide range of topics. While Jennifer sat in one of the living room chairs, I sat on the floor at her feet, making sure that I kept my skirt down while sitting.

Around 11:00 p.m., the first couple decided to leave followed shortly thereafter by the others. As the proper maid, I retrieved their coats and assisted them in getting them on. All of the girls told Jennifer that she had a wonderful boyfriend and to not lose him (or her as the case may be). Jennifer smiled at them and said she had no intention of losing either Joe or JoAnne. I smiled as I heard her comment.

Amber and Julie, the harem girl each gave me big hugs as they were leaving, telling me how nice and feminine I looked as a maid. Julie whispered to Jennifer and I that she hoped to someday see JoAnne in a lovely white satin wedding gown and veil. Claire, the flapper, and Lisa, the ballerina, also echoed these sentiments as they were leaving. While I secretly treasured the idea of wearing a lovely gown and veil, outwardly I blushed at the suggestion. Jennifer smiled each time the comment was made and simply said that it was within the realm of possibilities. Nancy, the WAC, whispered that her boyfriend had admitted to her during the party to really being turned on by wearing women's things and this was turning her on also. She couldn't wait to get home to get him out of his superhero costume and into some of her lingerie and a lovely negligee.

After the last guest departed, Jennifer and I checked the house to make sure there were no problems. Returning to the living room, I hugged my Alice in Wonderland and gave her a nice kiss, tasting her lipstick as she tasted mine. I was about to suggest a quick and quiet return to my home when Jennifer had me sit on the sofa. She left the room for a few seconds and returned carrying two wrapped boxes, both of which bore the name of the bridal salon. She handed me one and held the other on her lap. When I opened it, I found a beautiful, form-fitting white satin nightgown and a sheer peignoir with a satin ribbon closing. There was also a pair of white mules in the box. Jennifer then opened her box, revealing a matching outfit.

She smiled at my astonished look and said that she really wanted to get to know JoAnne better and where better to know the one that you love than in the bedroom. She wanted JoAnne to look and feel her feminine best as they shared the bed for the first time. I was awestruck, unable to say anything for the longest time. I finally regained my senses and said a heartfelt "Thank you!" I then leaned over to her and kissed her tenderly. We carried our negligees back to her room. We lovingly undressed each other and put on our negligees. As we climbed between the satin sheets of Jennifer's bed, the satin of the negligees clinging to our bodies, I knew that I must be in heaven, because I was with my own very special angel.

 

 

 

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