MAID IN ENGLAND
                             by Bea

Gentle Reader:  A word to the wise.  If you are under eighteen years of
age, please stop reading this and go onto other pursuits.  If you are
qualified by age, but are looking for graphic sex or violence I'm afraid
you're looking in the wrong place.  This is strictly a hetero, transvestite
fantasy and will bore the socks off of you... trust me.

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I generally start my fictional stories at the 'beginning'.  My own story,
however, has me scratching my head to identify the point in time when
everything began to unravel.  Was it when I was born?.  When I did
something to piss off my step-sister or Mildred?   When I refused to
promote Jean? - I just don't know.  Maybe you can figure it out.

My mother was a well-to-do widow when she married my step-father (who
had plenty of his own money).  He brought a daughter of his, Stephanie,
into our home, and we became a re-structured family of sorts.  I never
really got to know him too well - he did 'something' in the city for a
couple of years, before being killed in a train accident.

Stephanie and I did have a relationship, and it wasn't too great. Older and
bigger than me, she always seemed to carry a sort of secretive air around
with her, and would always do her utmost to get me into trouble with
mother.  Mother, who I honestly believed to prefer Stephanie to me, didn't
bite too often though, so Stephanie and I lived in a kind of armed truce -
though I was a damned sight more scared of her than she was of me.

Our house was a big one, so I was able to avoid her quite easily.  Looking
back, it dawns on me that we were a kind of peculiar set up from the word
go.  I was the only male in the whole place.  We had lots of maids, (a lot
more than would have appeared necessary I guess), cooks, gardeners, and
even a general factotum - but they were all women or, if you looked at it
from the age stand-point, mostly girls.

I said that I was the only male but, to be honest, I wasn't a whole lot to
write home about in that respect.  To tell the truth, I was pretty girlish
myself.  I wasn't attracted to men (not that I saw that many), I just
seemed to like the company of girls.  As maids were the only real
alternative to Stephanie, I spent a lot of my time with them, that is,
until Mildred showed up.

I'm probably getting ahead of myself, as she didn't come on the scene
until I was in my late teens.  Before that, I had a couple of serious
lectures from mother on the need for me to be more masculine, (though she
might have done a better job if she had simply provided a couple of male
role models for me).  One time, to punish me for some infringement of my
so-called masculinity, she actually sent me to an all girls school run by
a friend of hers.  Without going into details, however, I'll just say that
it didn't seem to do much good, so I was dragged back home again in fairly
short order.

My propensity towards femininity wasn't helped much by another couple of
things. One, I was of a very slight, delicate build and, two, my mother did
not subscribe to the idea that public school education was good for me.
Accordingly, as she was well known in the district for generous donations
to various causes, she was able to convince the powers that be that I was
too fragile to attend a local school.  I received my education, therefore,
from a series of tutors - ladies, naturally.

Stephanie would have been about twenty, when Mildred first appeared on the
scene.  A Celtic looking woman.  Black hair.  Pale, searching, blue eyes.
A tall willowy figure that seemed to undulate when she walked, rather than
sway in the normal womanish way.  Very serious in demeanor.  Even though
she started as a junior maid, for some reason she seemed to promote up
through the ranks very quickly.  She and Stephanie became as thick as
thieves.

>From the other girls I heard veiled allusions to the fact that there might
be more than just a boss/employee relationship between them, but ignored
it.  I was having some problems of my own.  For one thing, the woman
scared me even more than Stephanie - she seemed to be building a coterie
of young, very pretty maids, that seemed to be extremely obsequious
towards her. Towards me they were, if anything, condescending.  This I was
not used to at all.  One day I made the mistake of chastising one of them
for it.  An hour later I was in the humiliating position of being told off
by a servant.

"It's not right, sir"  Mildred said, cornering me.  "Speaking to one
of my young ladies like that.  They're human beings too, even though
they've never had all of your advantages."
"I just said that she should pay attention to me when I spoke to her"  I
explained weakly.
"Are you absolutely sure that she wasn't paying attention sir?"
"Well, pretty sure."
"You mean you hurt her feelings, even though you weren't certain, sir?"
"I'm .. I guess .. I'm .. Sorry"  I stammered, totally intimidated.
"Then sir, I'd think much higher of you if you'd apologize to the girl
herself."
And damned if I didn't end up apologizing to an insolent faced girl - and
in front of some of her cohorts as well!  They had a hard time hiding
their grins and, after that I'd sometimes hear whispered comments like
"Gonna get Mildred to you."  or little mewling noises, as I went through
the house.  Naturally, there never was any one of them that I could catch
for sure - not that I'm sure that I had the confidence to get involved in
anything that would lead to another tussle with Mildred.

Something else was happening that was causing me mixed emotions.  I had
discovered an unexpected aptitude, and started writing short stories for
women's magazines and had sold a few in fairly short order.  Even though I
could maintain a certain degree of privacy, I was still scared that I'd
inadvertently leave something lying around with my nom de plume (Christine
Sarong) showing.  I had got one of the earlier computers with a decent word
processor in it, and was fairly sure that none of these girls could get in
to my stuff, but I did dread discovery.

I approached mother with an idea.  There was a small cottage on the
grounds that had fallen vacant when our last gamekeeper had retired some
years ago.  I suggested that I move there, with a couple of servants to
support me.  At first she demurred, but I think that she had a good idea
that things were not going too well between me and Mildred (or Stephanie
for that matter) and finally consented.

It became a great project for me.  For the first time in my life I took on
some authority.  By this time, I had some money coming to me from my
father's estate in a year or so and was able to borrow on that.  Though I
say it myself, I think that I demonstrated some aptitude in interior
decorating - having walls knocked down to create larger rooms, not only
for me, but for the cook and maid that I would employ; modernizing the
kitchen and dining areas; designing a study for myself; enlarging the
windows - I had a great time! 

And then the delight of interviewing the employees I'd take with me from
the 'big' house.  Bertha, the cook was almost automatic.  She had been in
the family's employ for a long time, and had always made a big fuss of me.
I decided to enlarge her responsibilities to 'housekeeper' - a grandiose
title, considering the size of the establishment - but it seemed to please
her.  I had a  bigger problem with the maid, but finally decided on Jean,
a fairly nice looking girl, but who had a rather dour personality.  One of
the reasons that I picked her was that she did not seem to get on with
either Mildred, or her coterie (who by this time were nick-named
'Mildred's dollies').

It took longer than I anticipated, but we finally moved in.  I don't think
that I've ever been so happy.  Away from my sister and her sinister friend
Mildred.  Out of an environment where I seemed to be nothing more than an
appendage to either Stephanie or my mother, to one where I was the
undisputed boss.

A couple of years went by.  I graduated from magazine stories to pulp
novels, still under my 'Christine Sarong' name.  I didn't truly make  a
great deal of money, but it was starting to get a larger following in
terms of readers.  By this time, a lot of Mildred's dollies had come and
gone, but she now had four girls who seemed to have become reasonably
permanent fixtures.  Who supervised the other maids I had no idea. Then
the blow fell.  It didn't seem like a lot at the time, but Bertha decided
to retire.

Before she left for good, Jean approached me one morning and requested
that she be promoted to 'housekeeper'.  In truth, she deserved it.  I'd
never had any problem with her, and she was probably a helluva lot smarter
than old Bertha had ever been.  Nonetheless, I was in some kind of a snit
that day, and refused her request on the grounds that she had no proven
supervisory experience.

Calmly, she brought up the points that Bertha hadn't had any when she came
to me at first and that she had gained a couple of years experience
meeting my needs that no-one else that I could possibly hire would have.
To my everlasting sorrow/chagrin? I pooh-poohed her, saying that I was
going to advertise in the local papers, and interview the applicants.

She bowed her head in acceptance, but I could tell that she was rather
unhappy.  I made a note to myself to do something for her, but promptly
forgot.  I got a few applicants, but the whole charade was over, the
minute I interviewed Sylvia.

What an entrance!  She was like the window into another world.  A large,
self confident woman who seemed to have been everywhere and done
everything.  I was blown away and, to tell the truth, it was more like me
that was the supplicant, rather than her.  She finally 'deigned' to accept
my offer although she did ask who the "poof" was that had designed her
quarters.  When she heard that it was me, she didn't even have the grace
to look discomfited - that was left up to me.

She moved in the day after Bertha left, and gradually proceeded to take
over total control of the house.  I was as if entranced - along with Jean. 
We just couldn't stay away from that woman.  She'd regale us with her
stories and adventures, and I started to spend more and more of my time
with her and Jean, sitting drinking tea or coffee in the dining room or
kitchen.  Jean and I exchanging smiles at the audacity and charisma of this
strong woman.

One afternoon, Jean was busy somewhere else in the house.  It was a cold,
miserable day and the fire, which had been burning in the grate all
morning started to get low.  So matter-of factly did Sylvia make her
request that I put some wood on the fire and pour her a cup of tea, that it
was done before I realized that I'd just acted as a servant to my own
housekeeper.  I didn't even have the sense to retire, but stayed with her,
even pouring her more tea later on.

About then, Sylvia's stories started taking a strange turn, one that made
me very nervous somehow, but kept drawing me more and more into the girl's
company - even more than before.  She started bringing in lots of
references to the need some people had to be dominated by others.  How some
were, naturally, born to be leaders while others were born to be submissive
to them.  "Take you Jean,"  she said one afternoon.  "Lot's of people would
take you for being submissive.."
"Then they'd be bloody stupid."  Jean retorted forcefully.
"But could you blame them?"  Sylvia continued.  "I mean, you're in a
servant's job - a servile position.  "You even wear aprons all the time."
"Of course I do!  Part of the job!"  Jean shot back.
"Yes.  But wearing an apron's still a woman's admitting that she's in a
submissive position - and you chose this job."

Jean looked at her.  Shook her head. "That's the daftest thing I ever
heard!  There are damn few jobs to be had around here.  This is the only
one I could get."
Sylvia smiled.  "Tell you what Jean.  Why don't you get over my knee?  I'll
give you a nice spanking.  Make you feel better."
Jean stood up, furious.  "I don't know who the hell you think you are..."
She stopped when she saw Sylvia laughing at her.
"Well, I proved one thing here - you're not the submissive type, are you?"
"I should say not!"  Jean said.
"Believe it or not Jean, there are people who feel the need to be
dominated.  Want to be submissive.  Why, I knew this man this time... "
And she went off into a story about how she'd dominated a man into going
over her knee.  "The poor little thing,"  she laughed  "just wanted it so
badly.  It was such fun.  I started out by 'suggesting' that he try it
out - something like I just did with you Jean. The poor dear's face went
all funny.  He got all indignant.."
"You told a man to get over your knee?"  Jean asked, incredulous.
"Well, he wasn't much of a man to tell the truth."
"Did he?  I mean, did he let you spank him?"  Jean said, laughing.
"Let me?  Before I was finished with him, he came and PLEADED with me to
take him over my knee.."
"Aw, c'mon!" 
"He did, you know.  I'd started dropping hints that the more time he took
to getting around to it, the worse of a spanking it was going to be.  I
could see he was weakening, poor little thing, so I added another little
inducement.  Said that he was trying my patience. For that, I wanted him to
wear a nice pair of frilly panties when he came to me .."
"Women's panties?"
"Yes.  Nice pink, satin ones, lots of lace."
"That was an inducement?  How come?"  Jean asked.
"I sort of dropped the hint that, if he didn't hurry up, I'd add a bra,
then a slip, then garter belt.."
Jean giggled.  "You must be kidding.  That's unbelievable.  I mean, you're
not that big.. "
"Oh, size has nothing to do with it.  It's just a question of confidence. 
If I project the knowledge that I can spank someone - and they're
submissive, it won't be long before they're over my knee.  Here, let me
demonstrate."  She turned to me.  "How would you like to come over Sylvia's
knees for a nice hard spanking?  Make you feel all nice and tingly.   Let
you have a nice cry."

The blood rushed to my face.  My first inclination was to yell indignantly
at her, but after her story I didn't see it as being my best reaction.
"Think I'll pass this time Sylvia."  I managed.  But my mouth was dry, and
the words came out shakily.
A look of wonderment crossed Jean's face.  Sylvia smiled.  "I can wait," 
she said  "but don't take too long.  I don't have a whole lot of patience
as you probably know by now."

I truly have no remembrance of how I got away from that room, but the next
few days are clear in my mind.  My determination to stay away from her, and
all of her stories.  This lasted just a couple of days, and there I was
back with her and Jean.  I mean, it wasn't as if she came after me.  It was
more the other way around.  More and more, I was the moth to her flame.  I
just could not seem to stay away from her. Then she progressed to another
level. In front of Jean, she'd crook her finger at me until I went and
stood, shamefaced by her side.  She'd put her arm around my waist, then
drop it down to my backside.  Give it some gentle pats. 
"Today?"  She'd ask.  "It's taking you an awful long time, you know. 
Sylvia might get impatient.  Then where would you be?"
Blushing like a fool, I'd stammer out something.
She'd shake her head. Say something like.  "Naughty!  Can't stand naughty
girls."

During this period, Jean and I got closer.  To tell the truth, I think I
was the one pushing the friendship, because I was so frightened of Sylvia,
and what she was doing to me - felt I needed an ally.  With our new
proximity, I discovered just how strong a woman Jean was.  She kept telling
me to stand up to Sylvia. "She's just bullying you for fun."  she'd say. 
"Stand up to her.  She'll back down.  Stop letting her call you a girl. 
She's starting to think she can do anything she likes with you."
"Oh, it hasn't come to that point yet."  I argued weakly one day.
Jean looked at me.  "She's going to spank you if you don't smarten up and
fight for yourself, just see if she doesn't."

It was the pair of pink satin, lace trimmed panties I found in my underwear
drawer one morning that forced the issue.  I knew then that I had no
choice.  Before I could change my mind, I put them on.  They felt lovely
and cool against my hot skin. I went looking for my tormentor.

Sylvia didn't even ask what I wanted.  She knew.  "Jean?"  she called. 
"You want to come see?"
"Please Sylvia.  Do you have to do it in front of Jean?"  I pleaded.
"Trust me, you wouldn't want it any other way, dearie."  she grinned  "Ah,
here's Jean.  Why don't you grab a seat over there dear?  Make yourself
comfortable for the performance?"
Jean guessed what was going to happen. Shook her head at me, then sat in
one of the big chairs.  Sylvia turned to me.

"Wearing our nice pink panties are we?"
"Yes Sylvia."
"And why is that?  Want a spanking do we?"
"Yes Sylvia."
"Well?  Is that any way to ask?  I'm sure you can ask much prettier than
that.  Can't you?"
"Please Sylvia.  Will you spank me?  Please?"
"Much better.  Yes. I'll give you a good hard spanking - you'll feel much
better after a nice cry.  So, take off your shoes and socks and pants. Come
to Sylvia. There's a good girl..."

I did as she ordered, but started to cry as I went to her, my backside
totally defenseless except for the bright satin layer.
"She's not really crying because of the pain to come Jean,"  Sylvia
explained.  "It's more from relief- a sort of end to all the indecision,
isn't it dearie?"  she said to me, gently pulling me down over her knees.
She started off by caressing my buttocks.
"Oh look at this!"  she said.  "All nice and quivery.  Nice and soft and
satiny.  Just waiting for a nice spank."  She leaned her face down, put her
mouth to my ear.  "Ready?"

I took a deep breath.  Nodded.

She kept her promise.  I had determined to take my punishment like a man.  
It only took a few spanks though, before I was squealing, writhing around
under the rain of spanks that were landing on me.  I finally lay still over
her knees, mewling like a kitten.  Crying.
"What's that name you use for your stories?"  she asked  "Christine?"
I started to sob in earnest now.  This bloody woman must have found her way
into my computer files.
"Oh shush!"  she said.  "I didn't hit you that hard.  But, tell you what? 
It might be a good idea to go over Jean's knees too.  Sort of cement that
relationship while we're about it."

"I don't want to spank her."  Jean said - defining me as female for the
first time.
"Maybe. Maybe not."  Sylvia answered.  But I think it's a good idea.  So
does Christine.  Right Christine?"
I answered by sobbing harder.
"See!"  she continued.  "Christine knows that if you don't give her a
spanking - and a good one?  That I'll have to give her another - and this
time I think I'll have her add a bra to her ensemble?"
I jerked under her hand as she continued to speak.
"And, of course, if you still don't want to spank her?  Maybe I'll provide
him with some other, very feminine, garments as well?"

I saw where she was going.  "Please Jean? Don't let her do that.  Spank me? 
please?"
Jean sighed.  Even with my face still pointing at the floor, I could hear
her.  "Looks like I have to, doesn't it?  C'mon then Christine.  If this is
what you want, who am I to argue?"
Still sobbing, I got up from Sylvia's knees and went over to Jean's. 
Positioned myself over her knees.  Was given a sound spanking.  Cried
again.
As I finally stood up, Sylvia added another indignity.  "Now Jean?   Why
don't you take Christine down to your room and put her in a nice serving
apron, with a cap to match."
As a psychologist Sylvia knew her business - or she knew me.  From that
point on, the hierarchy was defined. Her, Jean, me.  Our accommodations
shifted to match - they both moving up a notch, Sylvia to my room, Jean to
Sylvia's, me moving down two, taking over Jean's old room.  

It was no great surprise to me when I discovered that all my male
underpants in my chest of drawers had been replaced with panties.  It
wasn't too hard then, for me to get used to flouncing around in a maid's
apron and cap, doing a great deal of the mundane tasks required in the
running of the cottage.  My budding friendship with Jean underwent another
change.  Now that I was distinctly subservient to her she was nice to me -
but kept a distance between us.  She was pleasant enough, but there was no
question now as to who was boss. I was sure, but never tried to prove that
it was her, not Sylvia, that got me started wearing high heels 'just
because'.

Sylvia left my life as quickly as she'd entered it.  A telegram came that
disturbed her.  She didn't feel that she should inform me as to what it
contained.  All I knew was that Mildred appeared a few hours later.  I was
unprepared to have her on our doorstep, so to speak, but felt that I was
very lucky to have just, moments before, changed into a freshly ironed
apron and cap.  I served her, Sylvia, and Jean as they discussed something
in the main room.

I never really discovered everything that was said there, but some
agreement was hammered out. It didn't seem possible to me, but it sounded
as if I was going up to live in the 'big' house, while two of the 'drudges'
(whatever they were) were to come work under Jean.  Nervously, I decided
that I hadn't heard correctly - what could Mildred possibly want with me at
the main house?

A few hours later, Sylvia was gone. She gave me a kiss before she left -
and a little piece of advice. "Look out for yourself sweetie.  You don't? 
Nobody's gonna do it for you.  Bye!"  With that, she was gone.

The following day, Jean told me, off-handedly, that mother wanted to see me
up at the big house about two-thirty.
"Don't want you being late.  Make me look bad.  I want you over there
well before two"  she said  "That'll give you plenty of time to finish
the lunch dishes.  If Mildred or any of the other girls need you for
anything special, don't bother calling here for my permission.  You can
spend the rest of the day there if you have to."
"Thanks Jean" I said gratefully  "But why so early?"
She gave me a hard stare.  "Because I 'suggested' it.  Any more questions?"

Hurriedly, I backed off and went on with my chores. I got in a bit of a
panic, wondering if I was supposed to wear my apron and cap, but figured
that, if she had wanted me to, I'd have been told.  It turned out to be
the right choice as she saw me just before I left.  She did have an
enigmatic smile on her face, but made no comment about my clothes, other
than to make sure that I had my panties on.

When I got to the house, one of Mildred's dollies answered the door.  She
gave me a big smile of welcome  "Here to see mother, ducks?"  She said in
a broad Lancashire accent, totally out of keeping with the theatrically
flounced and frilled uniform she was wearing.
I gave her a cool stare  "Yes" I said coldly.  "And do you call all of her
callers 'ducks'?"
"Course not, silly!"  She giggled, totally unfazed by my demeanor.  She
then astounded me by taking hold of my arm and pulling me close enough to
whisper confidentially in my ear  "Mildred want's to see you first.
Better be careful, she's a real tartar today"

I was of a mind to tell this brainless bimbo about 'who' told who in this
area, but something held my tongue, and I followed her meekly instead.

When we got to Mildred's study, she was sitting at her desk, writing.  She
looked up at us briefly, then put her head down to finish what she was
doing.  I couldn't believe what was going on.  A maid was keeping me
waiting, like I was some kind of inferior.  Astounded at her cheek, i
opened my mouth to speak.  A hand came over my mouth, and my companion was
shaking her head at me warningly.  All of a sudden, I was frightened.

Mildred spoke, without looking up. "Maureen.  Be a good little girl, and
go and get the other dollies please."
The girl beside me bobbed a curtsey  "Yes, miss Mildred".  Without warning
she then did something that totally surprised me.  I felt a finger nail
slide up my thigh, hook under my panty line, pull it out, then let it
return, making an audible 'snap' in the process.  She giggled again, then
flounced from the room. 
Seemingly deaf to what had gone on, Mildred put her attention to the paper
in front of her again for a few seconds.  She then signed it with a small
flourish, then leaned back in her chair, looking up at me.

"So, it's Christine now, is it?"
I realized that she probably knew everything.  My heart sank.
"Oh, please Mildred"  I pleaded.  "It's just a pen name.  Why is everyone
being so cruel?"
She pretended astonishment  "Cruel?.  Why, what a terrible thing to say!
Here you are, writing torrid romances under the name of Christine Sarong,
always told in the first person by a poor girl working her way up the
social ladder - going into all sorts of feminine thinking - why, my dollies
think that all of your books are about them. They tell me you just know how
they think.  If you 'think' like a girl, voluntarily take the name
Christine, and like to run around in maid's aprons, what's cruel about
calling you by that name?"

As she was speaking, Maureen had brought the other three dollies into the
room. They muttered their agreement with this in fluted giggles.  Mildred
turned her attention to them.  "I've asked you girls in here to help me
make a decision.  Do you think that Christine here might make a good
candidate?  If not, we'll forget all about it.  I'm asking you, 'cause
you're a good group, get on very well and all.  Wouldn't want to spoil it.
What do you think?"

Maureen spoke up, after curtseying quickly.  "He.. She might be a little
snobbish, like, but none of us see much of a problem."  She looked at a
clock on the desk  "Though if that's the right time, and you want us to do
what you said, we'd better hurry - beggin' your pardon."  she curtseyed
again.

Mildred looked at me.  "That's it then.  Go off with the girls, and
remember, you're doing all this in the name of more detailed research for
your books .  O.K.  Girls, off with him".
"Doing what?"  I asked, dazed, already being pulled out of the room by
what seemed to be a plethora of white lace aprons and black satin dresses.
"What about my appointment with mother?" I asked plaintively.

Mildred ignored me.  "Madam's glasses still lost, girls?"
They all laughed  "Can't find them at all."  they sang in chorus, leaving
the room, me in their midst, borne inexorably towards what I later
discovered to be the maid's lounge. 
"But what about my mother?  I've got to see her.."  I tried again, while
in transit. 
Alice, another of the dollies, gave me an impatient tug. "For goodness
sake." she grumbled  "We're not going to take long.."

She was true to her word. Eight hands working in unison don't take long in
undressing someone.  First my jacket and shirt were removed, then my shoes. 
Then small, but strong hands got hold of mine and they were quickly put
through the loops of a brassiere.  Seconds later, it was clipped at my
back.  My hands were then taken hold of again to be put into the loops of a
slip.  As it cascaded down over my body, my belt was loosened and my pants
pulled down, my socks being pulled off at the same time as I stepped out of
my pants.  As my unresisting hands were placed in the filmy sleeves of a
blouse, a skirt was opened up in front of me.

With no hesitation, I stepped into it.  My blouse was pushed down into the
skirt, which was then zipped up at the back.  Smiling, Maureen did up the
buttons of the blouse.  Dazed, I was led over to a bench in front of a
mirror and sat down there.  With a girl working each leg at the same time,
thigh-high stockings were fitted around my feet then pulled up my legs and
under my skirt.  A pair of medium height heeled shoes were put on my feet. 
Then two of the girls approached me, smiling - makeup in their hands.

Less than twenty minutes later, considerably changed, I was ushered into
mother's office.
"Yes?"  She demanded querulously "Who are you?  What do you want?"
She had the vague, stupid, look that she always got when her glasses had
been misplaced.  A beam of sunshine broke through the pall of horror that
had surrounded me -  she couldn't see me!  The girls had tipped me off!  It
wasn't going to be as humiliating as I'd thought.  If only she doesn't
catch on, I thought.

Carefully controlling the quaver in my voice, I sat down in the chair
farthest from her.  "It's me, mother"  I said lightly  "You wanted to see
me?"
"Eh?  I thought it was you wanted to see me."  she muttered distractedly.
I was so happy.  Whatever this meeting was about, the loss of the glasses
had distracted her.  Somehow or other, I could maybe find a way out of the
mess that seemed to be drawing me into a new lifestyle more and more.  Just
a little more time - maybe that's what I needed.
 
But it was not to be.  I had been set up, just to get my hopes raised.  A
knock came to the door.
"What is it now?"  Mother grumbled.
The door opened and Maureen came in  "It's your glasses mum, found them in
the dining room"
"Thank goodness" mother said and put them on, with Maureen giving me a sly
grin as she left.
"Oh yes"  mother said, looking at me.  Now I remember why you wanted to
see me.  About that job, right?  And you're dressed for the interview,
right?"
I gazed at her, speechless.  She filled me in.

"Mildred told me what you wanted me to do. Give you a proper interview,
right?  Well, before I start, stand up and let me see you."
Helplessly I stood up.
"Come over here to me."
I walked over to her.
"That's a very pretty outfit dear.  Very feminine.  I like the way your
lingerie shows through the blouse.  The skirt's a little short, but that's
you young girls today .. And the high heels really show your legs to
advantage.  Your make-up's a little understated for Mildred's normal, but
I guess you wanted to look ladylike for the interview, right?

Speechless, I stood there in my feminine finery that the dollies had
forced me into. What interview?.  What, in the name of hell, was she
talking about?   And then I remembered Mildred's parting comment that had
made so little sense at the time.  
"Oh yes" I admitted, grabbing at straws  "I wanted to get as close as
possible to what a young girl goes through in a job interview.  For my new
book."
"All right " she said firmly  "To business then.  You wish to join my
employ as a maid.  Do you have references?"
Stunned, I could only stare at her.
"You'll have to do better than this, you know,"  she said shortly  "I
prefer girls who are bright and cheerful.  You just can't sit there and
expect me to pretend that you're a girl off the street, yet let you off
with behavior that I normally wouldn't tolerate"
"I'm.. Sorry.. Ma'am" I said  "I really don't have too much experience."

She picked up a note from her desk  "According to Jean, who Mildred thinks
highly of, you show real potential.  She says that you're obedient,
usually of cheery disposition - don't have much dress sense..."  She
looked up at me  "Don't see anything wrong with your dress myself.."  A
gleam of malice showed for a moment ".. You look suitably dressed to
me..."
I blushed.
".. And that, with the proper training,  you could be an exemplary lady's
maid."
"She's too nice" I muttered, not without some sincerity.
But mother looked up sharply at me.  "I don't like sarcasm, young lady."
"I'm.. I'm really sorry" I stuttered.

She looked unconvinced.  "Well, I must suppose that you are aware that
working under Mildred is not .. altogether .. commonplace."
I was well aware that something was not 'usual' in the set-up, but not
really aware of what it was.  Under the circumstances, however, I did not
wish to appear ignorant, so pretended to be cognizant, and nodded.

Again, she got that gleam of malice in her eye.  
"Well, I can't see anything against hiring you.  It appears that Mildred
wants you to start right away, so it looks as if you'd better report to
her now.  She'll discuss wages with you.  I'm sure you will be happy here.
The other girls seem very happy.  You'll fit in very well, I can see that."

She paused and smiled.  "Did I interview you the way you wanted?"
"Yes mother"  I said faintly.
"Well don't think I believe this nonsense about research for a book"  she
said sharply.  "You've had girlish tendencies since the day you were born.
They're just starting to show.  Somehow, I don't really think that you've
a real idea of what being one of Mildred's dollies is all about, but I'm
sure you'll enjoy the education.."
"But mother..."  I interrupted
"Don't dare interrupt me young lady!"  She snarled.  "You are now one of
Mildred's dollies.  Stand up, curtsey, say 'thank you ma'am' and report to
Mildred immediately.  "Not another word!  You're going to be a maid  and,
until the day that she fires you, or you find the manhood to stand up and
get out of your uniform, that will be your standing in this house!"
Legs trembling, I stood, then curtsied as prettily as I could.  "Thank
you ma'am" I said to her.  She nodded, and waved her hand in dismissal.

When I reported to Mildred the girls were waiting for me, and I was put
through a small, informal, ceremony where I promised to be totally
obedient to miss Mildred, or any of the senior dollies that she
designated.  The girls all gave me light pecks on the cheek, then escorted
me to where Mildred was sitting.  Then, I had to go over her knee for a
token spanking, where she simply lifted my skirt and petticoat, and gave
me four middling hard spanks to my panties.

Blushing, near tears, I was allowed back to my feet again.
Mildred stood up beside me, and gave me a peck on the cheek then, her arm
around my shoulders said  "Girls.  I'd like you to meet the newest
Mildred's dolly.. Christine.  Christine, go with the girls.  They'll show
you to your room."

The girls all clapped politely then crowded around me.  I just felt as if
I was being submerged in a total sea of femininity.  Maureen linked her
arm in mine  "c'mon Tina .. You don't mind Tina.. Do you?  You'll love
your room, it's lovely."  I went, offering no resistance.

Mildred called out as we left.  "I'd suggest you girls take naps this
afternoon.  It may be a long night.  Eileen,  see what you can do with
Christine's hair, nails and eyebrows."
Eileen, who was the prettiest dolly, smiled and promised to do what she
could.

My room was like the other adjoining rooms assigned to the dolly's.
Extremely feminine in decor and furnishings, but decorated in different
pastel shades than theirs.  Proudly, Eileen (I guessed, correctly, that
she was my newest mentor) opened my closet doors to show the frothy
profusion of uniforms, day-dresses, skirts, blouses, in a riot of colors
and pastels.  The lingerie drawers she opened for display at the same time
were even more vivid.

Transfixed, I stuttered "But..But..This must have cost a fortune!"
Eileen grinned  "Of course - but Mildred's dollies are worth it.  I was
amazed when I came here at first.  Thought I'd be in hock for the rest of
my life.. Took me less than three months to pay for the whole shebang."

I shook my head in disbelief  "But we're still maids, are we not?  How..?"
She just laughed and turned away.  "You'll find out.  Now, go run a nice
hot bath, lots of bubbles.  I've got some outfits to look out for you, and
you should get as relaxed as you can.  Don't think you'll have time for a
nap, but that'll be the next best thing."  She went in to the closet
and pulled out a nylon nightdress and peignoir that were hanging there.
".. And put these on when you're finished, and come out to the lounge.
All of us girls help each other get ready.  You don't have enough
experience to be much help now, but I'm sure you'll learn - and anyway,
I'll probably need a hand with you."
She patted my rear "Get on with it then Tina, there's a girl."

I ran the bath, using the heavily scented bath oil, then luxuriated for
ten minutes or so in its warmth.  After I dried off, I used the dusting
powder puff to powder myself, then slid into the nightdress.  It was
delicious.  Carefully then, I combed my hair, tied the ribbons at the neck
of the peignoir, then started to leave.  I saw the lipstick.  "Just a
little."  I thought, and touched up my lips.

All of my new friends were in various stages of undress when I wafted my
way into the lounge.  Eileen was in a nightdress and peignoir, Maureen and
Alice were in their slips.  Nancy (the last of the dollies) was in bra and
panties.  All of them were engaged in chattering away to each other, while
combing hair, making up, or helping someone else with these occupations. 
It looked almost like a dressing room scene in an old hollywood movie.

I was welcomed in cordially, Eileen waving me to a chair in front of a
mirror.  For the next half hour, she worked on my hair, discussing the
various options open to her with me and the other girls.  Once she did
make up her mind though, she went to work quickly, putting various size
rollers in my hair, then putting some kind of liquid over the rollers.
"Just temporary"  she apologized  "but it'll look nice, just wait and see.
Now let's get you under the drier.

Under that drier, Eileen decided to pluck my eyebrows using some sort of
electronic device.  It stung, and I 'ouched' a couple of times, but she
rubbed a soothing cream on when she finished that took all of the heat out
of the area.  While she was doing this, Maureen, Alice, and Nancy added
polish to my nails when they had a spare moment.  I had never felt so
pampered in my life.  I did get the troubling image of me, now converted
to one of Mildred's dollies, and helpless to escape .  That only lasted
for a moment or two, before I drifted back down into sheer femininity.

I really didn't notice how it transpired, but all of a sudden, all of the
girls were wearing identical lingerie, though of different colors - and
what lingerie!  Bright satin, gleaming under the lights, sleek and somehow
powerful looking.  Lacy bras holding in different sizes and configurations
of breasts.  Short slips, ending above the thighs in a burst of frilled
material, to match the ultra frilled panties,  garter belts holding sheer
stockings, matching the rest of each outfit.  Spike heels, tautening up
the shapely legs of the owners.

Then, suddenly Eileen was there at the dryer, turning it off.  The girls
crowded around as she combed my hair out, and agreed that she had done a
great job, all things considered.  When they moved away, I saw the young
lady I had become in the mirror.  My hair was a lighter shade of blonde,
and though short, framed a vulnerable face with soft waves.  Arched
eyebrows seemed to have changed the total shape of my face.

Eileen interrupted my reverie.  "Lots to do yet Tina.  Get into your
undies then come back here"  she handed me a set of crimson satin
with black lace trim lingerie that I could tell matched the others in the
style they wore .  Un-resisting, I took them from her.  She handed me a
pair of spike heels as well  "Jean told me that you're pretty good in
heels. Hope she's right, for your sake.  C'mon girl!, Get a move on!"

Dressed like the others, I rejoined them a few minutes later.  I was then
given a crash course on a more flamboyant walk than Jean had taught me. At
the same time, I was taught how to serve from a tray in a very suggestive
manner bending over, while keeping my legs together and straight.
The proximity to such ultra-feminine bodies, and playing such a feminine
role, started to affect me.  It wasn't just the humiliation of my
situation, it was also the fact that I had been so totally assimilated
into such an extremely feminine world, and so easily.  I started to get an
erection.  Luckily it was hidden by the flounces on my lingerie.

Then they asked if I could samba.  When I said "yes", I had to prove it.
It was strange.  They turned on some music and I danced the steps that I
would do normally, but the heels and the flounced petticoats turned it
completely feminine.  Maureen was very pleased, but explained that what I
had to do was more like a 'fixed' series of steps, in time with the other
girls.  Accordingly, I was put, linking arms with the others in a sort of
chorus line, all facing forward and taught how to advance, in a sort of
seductive shuffle, to the samba beat.  As it entailed nothing much more
than a few sideways kicks, it was really quite easy, and I picked it up
quickly.  It did end with a sort of flounce which gave me a little trouble,
but a few re-tries and I had mastered that as well.  Then, we had to close
ranks, and do it again, this time in a conga line, now practically body to
body, hands on the hips of the girl in front. 

The feel of the girl in front of me, the hands on my hips, the feel of the
fabric surrounding me, and the very sound of the rustling materials took
me to a new level of excitement.  I started to lose the beat, my body
starting to arch spasmodically.
"What's the matter Tina?"   Maureen said concernedly, letting go my hips,
and breaking the chain  "Are you all right?"
Nancy laughed suddenly  "'Course he is - he's just coming, that's all.
Must like being a chorus girl more than a maid."
"Miss Mildred hears you calling Tina a 'he', you'll hear about it"
Maureen warned her.

But to prove Nancy right, I ejaculated into my lingerie.
I was so humiliated - with a lot of the shame being that I'd messed such
pretty underwear, but they were very matter of fact about it.  I didn't
have time for another bath, but a quick shower, and a change into steel
gray lingerie with dark blue trim effected a speedy remedy.

"Just as well, now that I think of it"  Eileen said consolingly
starting in on my make up  "Would have been hell to pay if you'd done that
in front of miss Mildred.  I'd advise you to make sure that she never sees
you pulling that one."
I was hardly listening, as I watched the newest process of transformation.
It was fascinating.  Deftly, Eileen applied the cosmetics, chatting all
the time. As I gradually became a glamorous looking lady in full evening
make up. Glossy, wet looking scarlet lipstick.  Iridescent eye shadow,
different shades on the upper and lower lids.  Eyelashes lengthened
skillfully by the application of succeeding coats of mascara, various
applications of blush with some sort of sparkle to it.  Perfume behind the
ears, the elbows and wrists.

The other girls were putting themselves through their own transformation
as I was being made up.  I was handed my uniform by Maureen as they
stepped into theirs.  Eileen speedily started in on her own makeup.

Again, the uniforms were identical in style, short skirted to give full
exposure to the flounced petticoats, square decolletages frilled in heavy
lace, short puffed sleeves.  They were all made of a watered silk taffeta,
and fastened at the back.  Mine was a beautiful emerald green, others
were jet black, scarlet, royal blue, and a bright yellow.  I helped fasten
Nancy into hers, as Maureen enclosed me in mine.

Then came the aprons, frilled, flounced, polka dotted organdies with large
ties that became huge, theatrical bows at the back.  Then, Maureen came at
me with a matching organdy bow that she attached to my hair. The other
girls were busy applying theirs.  It finally dawned on me.  These were
not, by any stretch of the imagination, working uniforms.  We were more
like the chorus girls that Nancy had described us as, than anything else.

Eileen was the last to get ready.  The clock on the wall showed five-
thirty.  "O.K. Girls.  Wine and un-wind time."  Maureen said, going to what
I'd taken for a sideboard and opening it up to reveal a wine bar.  She
started pouring out glasses of white and rose as requested, but warned us
to stop at one glass only.  The player we had put on for the samba was
playing another tune, a slow one now.  Maureen came over to where I sat and
asked me to dance with her.  Nancy and Alice followed us onto the small
floor.

She took the male part.  I found it strange at first, and caused her to
trip over my feet a couple of times, but gradually got the hang of it, and
started to enjoy myself.  Changing partners, occasionally sitting a dance
out to enjoy the wine, we spent a very pleasant hour.  A knock on the door
from one of the other maids ('drudges' the dollies called them), seemingly
indicated that dinner was ready.  Quickly, I downed my wine and joined the
other girls.  Chattering and giggling, we walked down the hall to the
servants dining room.

A couple of the 'drudges' served us our meal.  They seemed nice enough
girls but had no communication with the dollies, other than muttered
'excuse me's' as they set down plates, etc.  At first, I thought it might
be jealousy on their part but, there was an aura of contempt coming from
them that I didn't understand.  I shrugged it off, and enjoyed my dinner.

At seven-fifteen we reported to miss Mildred for inspection in her study.
She paid particular attention to me, and seemed very happy with the
results.  She was so happy with the job that Eileen had done that she
promised her a twenty pound bonus with her next pay-check.  This
delighted Eileen of course.  Maureen then reported that my dancing skills
were a lot better than could have been expected, bringing a gleam to miss
Mildred's eyes.

"All right girls.  Time to go.  Don't forget your over-night bags, and
don't be any naughtier than you have to."

The girls giggled, me with them, even though I'd absolutely no idea what
she was talking about.  Then we went downstairs. Everyone had a
kind of satchel waiting for them except me.  I was kind of nervous about
this, especially after miss Mildred's warning, but Maureen reassured me by
saying that miss Mildred had taken care of mine personally.  We all picked
up large warm cloaks that protected our outfits and went outside.  It was
getting dark and chilly, but a small van was pulled up at the front door,
its engine running and the heater on.  We all piled in.

It was crowded in there, even with just me , Nancy and Eileen in the back
seat.  The proximity of the female bodies and the smell of the perfume
started to arouse me again.  Nancy must have been watching me closely
though.  "Hey Maureen!"  She called out  "I think Tina's starting to get
turned on again"
"Oh, for goodness sake Tina!" Maureen exploded, braking and pulling over
so that she could turn and talk to me.  "If you don't stop this.. I swear
to god, I'll ... I'll..  Put you over my knee myself.."  Aggravated, she
reached over and gave me a hard nip.  I let out a squeal that caused some
amusement, but her treatment worked.  She pulled away from the verge
again.

The drive only took about fifteen minutes, but by the time we reached our
destination, it was pitch dark, and starting to rain a little.  Putting
our hoods up to protect our hair, we all ran for the large front door,
leaving the van with the engine running.

A maid was waiting for us in the entry hall, taking our cloaks from us
"I'll take care of these later, girls"  she said  "But c'mon in here so
that you can warm up a little.  With these skimpy costumes, you'll be
catching cold if you're not careful."  She led the way to a small room
where a bright fire was burning in the fireplace.  Gratefully, we thanked
her as she left, and crowded around the fire.

"Maureen?" I started carefully
"Yes?"
"Now that we're here, can you tell me what is going on?  What is this all
about?"
She shook her head ruefully "I'd tell you dear - honest, but miss Mildred
warned all of us to keep quiet. I don't think she likes you very much
so she'll probably have something in mind - but what, I honestly don't
know."
"But what am I supposed to do?  I'm lost!" I persisted gently.
"Oh, you'll be fine" she said re-assuringly  "Just watch what the other
girls do, and follow their lead.  Nothing to it. A piece of cake!"

Without warning, a middle aged, mannish lady came into the room.  She
beamed approval at us  "You girls look smashing!"  She enthused "Are you
all ready then?" 
"Oh yes sir"  Maureen said, smiling ,and dropping a small curtsey.

I thought that Maureen had made a terrible error, calling this woman
"sir".  Admittedly, she was wearing a tux but no-one in their right mind
could have ever taken her for a man.  No offense seemed to have been
taken however.
"Lovely!" The woman said  "Follow me then."
We followed her to a large double door.  Where she stopped and said
"You know to come in as soon as the door opens, right?"
"Yes sir."  Maureen repeated.  "O.K. Girls, places please"

The woman smiled again, and ducked into the room.  The girls started
moving around and I found myself in line, just as at the samba lesson at
the house, Maureen behind me with her hands on my hips.
"Why do you keep calling that woman 'sir'?"  I asked quietly.
"Oh shit!"  Maureen said,  "I should have thought of that.  If anyone isn't
wearing a dress or skirt, call them 'sir'.  But quick, get your hands on
Eileen's hips, I hear the music starting.  Now, when the intro's finished,
watch the girls in front, and follow their lead, understand?"

I didn't have time to answer.  The door flew open, samba music blared out
at us, and I heard the end of an introduction "... Local favorites, with a
lovely new addition to the group - Mildred's dollies!"

And I was following the steps taught to me that afternoon, as the line of
us danced into a large room, inhabited mainly by men, though my eye caught
a few elegant gowns, and well coiffed hair.  We snaked around a small
cleared area of floor, then ended the dance with the pronounced flounce
that had given me the trouble that afternoon.  I heaved a sigh of relief
as I broke away from the other girls, all of us turning our backsides to
the audience, then bending forward to show our frilled petticoats. 

We got a good round of applause, and more when we formed a small circle,
applauding ourselves first, then turning to applaud the audience.
Then another man in a tux, started introducing us one at a time.  With a
shock I realized that it wasn't a man either - it was my step-sister in
men's clothes.  As each of my companions were introduced, they would take
a few mincing steps towards the audience, then make a pert little curtsey
for them, to a chorus of whistles and ribald comments.  Then it was my
turn.  I was shaking, but didn't want to let my new friends down.

Concentrating on taking the smallest possible steps, I managed to reach
Stephanie, then made my curtsey.  She put a hand out to stop me from
rejoining the other girls though.
"Hold it there dolly." she said, and turned to the audience.
"Now, you just heard me introduce her as 'Christine', but her full name is
Christine Sarong -  some of you may have heard of her, eh?"
Some sounds of surprise came from the audience.
".. And she's here tonight to do full research into how girls like the
dollies operate.  Right Christine?"
I nodded.

".. But here's another, real secret.. She's really my step brother Philip
who has decided to come out of the closet. For the very first time.  Right
Christine?"
She had placed a great deal of emphasis on the last statement which
confused me a little, but some oohs and aahs came from the audience as I
nodded.

"And.."  She continued "I know that some of you consider the costs of the
raffle to be very expensive tonight,  but remember, it's all for a good
cause.  But now, for you cheapskates who wouldn't buy a ticket, or would
only buy one, I'll let you in on something else -- Christine here is first
prize!"

"Oh yum Steph!"  A voice called out.  "I want another three tickets"
"You dirty dog!" Stephanie laughed.
But more voices were calling out orders for more tickets, Stephanie
heckling them as they did so.

It was becoming obvious to me as this action went on that my first
impression had been wrong.  There were no men there. In about a total of
thirty people, there were a lot of tuxes, but no male bodies inside them.
The girls in dresses were very pretty, all of them.  One or two seemed to
be without partners, but the rest were playing to their companions as if
they were men.  I had to be in the center of the lesbos club - I had heard
rumors of such an organization - so all these rumors were true!

I felt Stephanie pat my rear, and she pointed me towards my companions,
who were now all standing waiting for me, trays of drinks in their hands.
"Can't have your fun yet, sweetie"  she purred.  "I hear you're a great
little maid, so get out there and ply your wares."

Blushing, I joined the other dollies and was given a tray of scotch to
carry around  "Remember how to serve now"  Maureen cautioned me  "and
watch out, some grab-ass goes on here.  Don't be dropping your drinks on
anybody - and remember to call out what you're carrying a couple of times.
Let's go, the animals are thirsty"

And the five of us strolled out into the room calling out our drinks,
eager hands reaching out for our wares (and stroking our legs, feeling our
asses, or snapping our garter straps).  I couldn't help it, I started to
feel sexy again, but managed to keep control.  I found that I enjoyed the
strutting in the high heels, and bending over with my tush in the air,
with the 'men' ogling me.

This went on for some time, the room starting to get noisier as the drinks
took effect.  Music was put on, and some of the 'couples' started dancing.
A slight blonde in a long pink dress came up to me.
"Christine is it?"
I curtsied  "Yes ma'am"
"Why don't you put your tray down Christine, and dance with me."
"I don't know if I'm supposed to.."
"Of course you are"  she said firmly, and walked on to the floor.
I put the tray down and followed her.  She stood, her arms in the man's
position.  Obediently, I took the feminine role.

She proceeded to guide me around the floor, ignoring some of the friendly
catcalls from her friends.
"Thank you"  she said warmly when the music ended.  "I've often wondered
how I'd do as a man, but was too frightened to try.  Now I know.  I think I
liked it.  You're very pretty you know"  she finished, her hand caressing
my thigh.  "Hey, Steph!" She called out "Mark me down for ten more tickets"
"Crossing over, Rosemary?"  Steph called back  "must be nice to be real
rich! Ten tickets it is!"  The young lady ignored her, but turned a warm
smile to me.  "Maybe I'll win you"  she said.
"I think I'd like that"  I said quietly.  She smiled in thanks, and left
me.  I picked up my tray, and started to ply the scotch again.

As the evening wore on, the drinks started having more effect.  The music
got a little more frantic, and the dancing a lot more suggestive.  I was
danced a number of times by the tuxed, and even a few times by the 'real'
feminine women.  A few of the 'men' started pressing me to have drinks.
As I saw the other dollies doing so, I followed their lead and had a few.
Naturally, my inhibitions started to disappear.  A few times I was caught,
pulled down to someone's lap, and fondled.  Instead of being insulted, i
would squeal in pretended dislike until I was released, or another dolly
came and pulled me out of the 'villains' clutches.  As my friends were
going through the same thing, I was sometimes helping them, so the evening
progressed.

Somehow or other though, as the evening wore on, my compatriots would
disappear for a while, then reappear in beautiful nightdresses and
negligees.  I noticed that, when they did this, they would usually end up
on one 'man's' lap, with every indication that they were there for the
night - no squeals for help now!

I became the last 'maid' in uniform.  All of a sudden, there was an
increased demand for scotch, a call for more tickets and a heightened
sense of anticipation.  As prettily as I could, I scurried around, passing
out a whole lot of drinks.

"Last call!"  Stephanie announced gaily  "Though I'll tell you that this
is the most successful fund raiser we've ever had!"
"No more Steph!"  Someone shouted  "Get on with it!"
"Yeh!" Some voices yelled in assent   "Get on with it"

Stephanie reached into a big box beside her, that I really hadn't noticed
until then.  To a chorus of 'aahs' she pulled out a beautiful white
wedding dress.  "Come up here Christine"  she called.  "I want you to do
something for me."

Conscious of the eyes on me, I minced my way to her side, wondering what
this was all about.  She handed the dress to me, then had me hold it by
the shoulders, in front of me.  I started to get an awful idea, that was
reinforced as she came up behind me and put a veil on my head, arranging
it so that some of it fell in front of my face.
"Now, won't she make someone a gorgeous bride for tonight?"

Two of the prettier women I had noticed earlier on, came and stood beside
me, both now wearing identical dresses.
"The Dyer sisters have volunteered to be Christine's bridesmaids and the
consolation prize.  The lucky winner of this pair might need 'something'
when they're finished, but not much consolation, right girls?"

One of the sisters flashed her teeth in a predatory grin, and Stephanie
continued  ".. And the ceremony will be performed by our very own
minister,  da da da ...Jerry!."  A tuxed figure stood up and clasped hands
in a winner's gesture, to mocking jeers from the rest.  Stephanie looked
at her watch.  "The ceremony will be in exactly forty five minutes.
You're all invited.  Christine, come over here and pick the ticket that
will win you for the night.  C'mon now, don't be shy..."  To a roar of
laughter, she added  ".. And just think of all the 'hands-on' research
you'll have conducted by tomorrow morning."

Hypnotized, I had the dress taken from me by one of the sisters, as
Stephanie brought a cigar box over to me that contained a batch of small
ticket stubs.  I reached into it, pulled out one and handed it to her. She
took it from my shaking hands.  "Why, Christine is just trembling in
anticipation, aren't you Christine?"

She didn't look at it.  "Before I give the name, this is the winning
ticket.  The consolation drawing will be held after the ceremony.."
"Yes!, Yes!, Get on with it!"  An impatient voice yelled out from the
group that was starting to form in front of the area where we were
standing.
She nodded and looked at the ticket, handed it back to me, and whispered
in my ear  "Oh, you lucky, lucky, girl.. Are you going to get SCREWED
tonight.  And smile when you read the winner's name.."

She stepped back from me, handing me the ticket as she did so  "It'll be
better, coming from the prize herself.  Let's hear it, Christine!"

I read the name on the ticket, smiling tremulously  "Donni Steele."

And my heart sank, as a large, red-headed 'man' stood up, laughing
boisterously.  She had been one of the rougher ones all night, grabbing
me, snapping my bra straps, and running her hands up under my petticoat.
She had let me know that she had bought a ticket for me.  I remembered her
bitching about what it had cost.  She started heading for me, accepting
congratulations from some of her friends.

As she worked her way through the group though, Rosemary, the first girl
to dance with me went up to her and said something.  The large woman
paused, then shook her head and started walking towards me again.
Rosemary said something to her back.  She stopped and walked back.  They
talked for a moment.  Donni's face mirrored conflicting emotions as she
called out  "As Steph said a little while ago, it must be great to be
real rich.  I've had an offer I can't refuse.  Rosemary's bought my ticket
and is going to marry Christine."

I was still in shock at the idea of being raffled off as some woman's
'bride' in the first place, but had enough sense to be grateful to have
been saved from Donni.  I did something very sensible.  I curtsied to
Rosemary and mouthed a 'thank you'.  She smiled.

I knew Stephanie well enough to know that she was thwarted, but she hid it
well.  She called out  "But Rosemary, which of you do you want in the
wedding dress?"
"Christine, of course"  Rosemary replied.
"Well, I don't know"  Stephanie said  "I hope that you're going to change
clothes then.  Wouldn't look right, two women getting married.."
"Steph, why don't you worry about something else?"  Rosemary said coolly
"I'll get a tux from somewhere.  Trust me!"

Stephanie reddened at the rebuke, but turned to the sisters  "Well
bridesmaids, time to get your little charge off to the room and get her
readied for the ceremony.. But keep your hands off now -  she belongs to
another!"  As they started to escort me away, she added  "You'll find the
rest of her clothes lying on the bed in the room.  Her shoes are in the
carrying bag on the floor  - along with her nightie."

In the room with the two sisters was quite humiliating.  I was treated
with such exaggerated deference as they undressed me (wouldn't let me do
it myself) then helped me into my wedding outfit.  Naturally my outer
clothes had to be removed, then all of my grey lingerie had to be replaced
with white satin undies, generating some ribald comments from them.  The
warning to keep their hands off me was ignored to some extent, as they
were consistently stroking and caressing me.  They also had me return the
compliment by doing the same to them.  The room became highly charged with
sexual tension, but none of it was released.

The wedding dress was very traditional, white satin with a great deal of
chantilly lace - long sleeves and bodice all the way to just under the
chin.  There seemed to be a great many buttons fastening me in at the
back, and along the sleeves.  I think that I gave up any vestiges of
remaining masculinity as my satin and lace cocoon was closed in around my
body.  A medium length train did give me some troubles walking until one
of the sisters showed me how to carry it over one arm, reminding me that
I'd have to let it trail behind me as I walked down the aisle.  Then my
veil was put on and arranged around my hair and face.

As one of the sisters went to tell them that I was nearly ready, the other
pinned a circlet to my hair to hold the veil in place.  Next, she handed
me a frilled blue garter  "Something borrowed and blue"  she said, then
helped me put on my shoes.  As I finished getting them on, the other
sister returned, carrying the bride's and bridesmaids bouquets.

"They thought of everything!"  She said admiringly, handing me my flowers,
aren't these beautiful!"
I found it difficult to see through the veil, but one of my bridesmaids
gave me an arm to lean on as we walked back to just outside the door to
the main room.  Stephanie was waiting for me - to give me away!

The doors opened, and I could see that a kind of aisle had been formed to
a table where Rosemary, in a tux, stood looking towards me. The sisters
arranged my train at the back, then music started up and they left me, to
walk slowly down the aisle.  As we waited, Stephanie spoke to me quietly.
"Looks like you're going to make a good piece of ass for our group, lots
of the guys interested in you.  Of course, after tonight, you'll never
rate this high a price again."
I shuddered.  She felt me.
"But know what's going to happen to you when Rosemary cancels her lease?"
I didn't answer.

Hurriedly, and venomously, she whispered  "When you get back to the house,
we're going to start you at the very bottom.  We're going to make you a
slave girl to the drudges for a while.  You'll just love the outfits
we've got in mind  for you - you know, satin halters, chiffon harem pants,
veils -all that good stuff.  These drudges don't care for you dollies very
much - bet they have a great time with you.  Then, at night, Mildred,
and me are going to take turns to further your education, and maybe
expand your .. horizons? - At least."   she said, laughing suggestively.
"But c'mon Christine, they're playing your song"  and we started the slow
walk to Rosemary, everyone peering to see me as I passed to the beat of the
wedding march.

Naturally, it was a very short service, my only vow being one of total
subservience to my lord and master:  Rosemary's being to be as kind to me
as she felt like at any particular moment.  When she pulled the veil back
from my face and kissed me though, it felt lovely, and I was very happy.

Some snacks had been set up on tables, and some music had been put on.
The sisters,  Rosemary, and I were formed into a reception line, with
Stephanie doing the introductions.  Naturally, everyone had to kiss the
bride (some of them copping not so discreet feels in the process).  My
fellow dollies were very congratulatory.  After the line was finished,
Maureen pulled me aside for a few minutes.
"Sorry I couldn't tell you anything about this, luv."  she whispered,  "but
I didn't really know"
"Stephanie said I was being 'leased'?"  I inquired.

"Oh, good for you.  Rosemary looks nice.  That bitch Donni would have hurt
you."
"But what's a lease?"
"She's taking you for a while - usually at least a week"
"But what about clothes?, My make up?" I asked desperately.  Do I have to
go back to the house?"
"No.  I'm sure that miss Mildred's thought of everything.  If you need
help with your make up tomorrow morning, just ask for me or Eileen, we'll
be here.   Alice and Nancy are going off with their customers"
"Are you staying the night?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah.  We both got one night contracts" she answered.

All of a sudden, I understood everything.  Mildred was nothing more than a
pimp for lesbians, operating her dollies out of our house.  Her dollies
were her girls. I was now involved as one of her dollies, ergo I was going
to be serviced by masculine women.  My knees turned to water, and I had to
grab a nearby table for support.  I think that she saw my sudden dawning of
realization, and patted me sympathetically.
"Don't worry ducks.  I'm sure that miss Rosemary won't be too hard on you.
To be quite honest, I'd always thought she was one of the 'girls'"
"But Stephanie.."
"Better call her 'miss' Stephanie from now on dear"  Maureen warned me,
"She can be a real bitch."
"I know"  I despaired  "She says I've to be a slave girl to the drudges
when I get back .. And that her, and Mildred .."

She put her hand to my mouth.  "Oh dear.  Some people really like the
slave routine.  If you're not one of them, you'd better run away if you
can.  They put another girl through it about a year ago.  She was a bit
tougher than you to begin with, but she ended up .. Awfully obedient."

Just then Rosemary came to us, and took me gently by the arm.  "Time for
us to go and change dear."  To Maureen, she said  "so nice to meet you
again, sorry to interrupt your talk, but ..."
Maureen interrupted her, almost curtseying before she realized that she
wasn't in her maid's uniform.  "Oh, that's all right ma'am, but could I
make a suggestion?"
Rosemary smiled  "Of course dear.  What did you have in mind?"
"Well.. Christine here isn't used to .. all ..this.  She shouldn't go to
bed in all that make-up... And she isn't..."
"Oh, I see, you're offering your assistance?  That's very nice of you."
Rosemary turned to me, isn't that nice?  Would you like some help?"

"Oh, thank you" I said with feeling.  "C'mon Maureen, do you know where to
go?"
"Sure, the bridal suite"  she replied.  Then, to Rosemary  "I think you're
very nice.  I think Christine's very lucky"  then she grabbed my arm and
we started away  "Fifteen minutes, tops"  she called back to Rosemary.

The room called the bridal suite must have been used for that purpose on a
regular basis.  At least that's the impression I got - it just looked like
a theatrical set: canopied bed, lace everywhere, chintz covers on all of
the furniture, a lovely fire in the grate, a small table set with a cold
supper - bottle of champagne, the works.  Maureen gave a romantic sigh,
but got back to business immediately.  She started in on the buttons at
the back of the dress, loosening them as I worked at the sleeves.  Soon I
was stepping out of the dress, as she unclipped the veil and laid it
tenderly on a chair.

She got me into the adjoining bathroom, then had me slather a cleansing
cream onto my face then tissue it off - then repeat the process, then wash
my face.  While I was doing all this, she ran to somewhere and came back
with her make-up bag in her hands.  She had me pat my face dry with a soft
towel.  Then I had to get out of the rest of my clothes, and into a
beautiful white satin nightdress and peignoir set.  She eyed me after she
had tied the ribbons at the neck.  "God!  Hope you are a virgin after all
this trouble.  Quick!  Sit there and I'll get some make up on you."

She wasn't as good as Eileen, or as quick,  but she did a far better job
than I would have, giving me little pointers as she did my face up.  She
finished with a much paler lipstick than I was used to, but it looked
nice.  She also found a pretty pair of satin slippers for me, brushed my
hair, gave me a kiss, wished me luck, and took off.

Rosemary came in a few moments later, a small overnight bag in her hand.
"My, you look pretty, princess"  she said  "Come and give me a kiss."
I got up from the chair by the fire and willingly followed her command.  I
was surprised at the strength in her arms as they encircled me.  Happily,
I let her kiss me.  Then she said "O.K. Into bed with you now.  I'll be
back in a minute."  Quickly, I scurried to the bed, drew back the covers,
and jumped in.  The sheets were cold, so I slid around the whole bed while
I waited for her, so that she would have a warm bed to come to.

I was surprised when she reappeared wearing a slinky blue nightdress.  She
saw the look on my face  "Don't you like it?  I borrowed it from a friend.
I kinda like it myself."
"I thought you might be in pajamas.." I started.
"Don't be silly!"  She said firmly. "This may be the first time that I've
done anything like this, but there's no way that I'm going to run around
like some butch - and anyway, I like dressing in women's clothes too."  she
said pointedly, climbing into bed beside me.

I slid into her arms automatically, and she kissed me
"Am I your princess wife?"  I whispered
She raised back from me  "Hell no, princess.  You're just a pretty whore
that I've bought for a while.  If I like you, I might keep you on as my
maid for a week or two and practice on you, but don't get wrong ideas."
She took my hand and pulled it towards her  "Now touch me here... Mmm.Mm, 
and here -- that's nice.  Yes keep that up until I tell you to stop, and
I'll touch you.. Right here.. Nice?"

I shivered ecstatically and, for the next half hour stroked and caressed
her under her command, and was stroked and caressed in return.  Something
had been bothering me though.
"Can I ask you something?"  I whispered
"Sure.  But not too hard"  she sighed, slithering under my touch and
getting out of bed.  "And hurry up, I'm almost ready."
"You seemed to have spent a lot of money for me.  There were lots of
pretty girls down there - lots prettier than me. Why?"

She took hold of my ankles and started pulling me, sliding through the bed
clothes so that my legs were hanging over the side
"You don't remember me then?"  She said, spreading my legs.  "I thought you
might have.  Of course, it was a long time ago, and I've probably changed a
lot." 
She had now worked her way around, and was standing between my legs. As she
spoke, her finger started probing gently at my anus.  Nervously, I reared a
little bit.
"Did that hurt?"  She asked, immediately withdrawing it.
"Not really"  I admitted,  "I'm just nervous I guess."

"Well, I'll be as gentle as I can"  she said, reinserting her finger a
little more.  "Now, just lie there and be a good girl.  They tell me it
hurts the first time, but I want you to like it." 

 She had some kind of oil on her finger and was pushing it further and
further inside me at every slow stroke.  I started to feel as if my body
was trying to suck her finger all the way in.

"That's a girl"  she said approvingly  "You're starting to relax.  I can
tell.  So you don't remember me from Miss Masden's school for young
ladies?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry, I don't - but I was only at Miss Masden's
for a little while.  She was a friend of mother's, and mother thought I
needed some schooling while.."
"I heard all about that"  she said shortly.  "I'm talking about Elsie
Masden.  Bet you remember her."
"Oh"  I sighed.  "You saw that."
Her finger was now in total control of my body, which was contorting under
her touch more and more.  She was now fully in between my legs, one hand
supporting her weight on the bed, the other working me.
"Yes"  she giggled  "I was so jealous.  Her spanking you, getting you to
clean her room, do her washing.  How all the girls laughed at you for
letting a tiny little girl like that boss you around.  She offered to lend
you to me, you know, but I said 'no'."

She had put some thing, larger than her finger in me now, and was starting
to thrust, my body responding, despite the pain.
"If you were so jealous, why not?"  I managed to get out.
"I always like to be the first"  she said simply.  When I saw you tonight,
I made up my mind that I wasn't going to let you get away this time" 

As I convulsed, my mind went off somewhere else.  "Wonder how I'll look in
my harem outfits?  Wonder if the drudges will make me wear a pink one. 
Hope they're not too cold to wear in that big drafty house."  With a shiver
of anticipation, I relaxed and let my mind drift.

                                 THE END