Carolyn continued, "Chrissy my dear you are probably wondering how I have milk in my breasts. I do have a baby; one of the other maids is looking after him in the servant quarters." I began to grow uncomfortable as my felt my bladder fill up and Carolyn, taking notice asked, “Is there something wrong, sweetheart?” I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff.

Lowering her head till her face was reflected in the mirror, framed by the pink ruffles highlighting the shoulders of the dress they had me wear, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. How was this possible?” I thought to myself. As I turned to see the reflection from another angle, it hit me. As the layers of taffeta swished about my nylon-covered legs, there was no mistake. This was no dreamlike image - this was I! I could have remained before the mirror for hours had the two women not awakened me from my reverie. But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. We chatted about my parents and life at home before coming to Los Angeles. We were under the covers and Aunt Mary now had her hand on my leg as I rested against her breast while we sat up against the plush headboard. I began to blush as my clitty was getting hard and Aunt Mary asked, "Is your penis getting hard again?" I said, "Yes it is, I just can't help it. Carolyn calls it my clitty and I just love all the attention Carolyn is giving it." We had just spoken earlier of my home life where I told Aunt Mary the same thing I had told Carolyn. Carolyn said, "And I surprised you when I came through into the room and you tried to hide your erection." I said, "I was embarrassed I was feeling that way as boys should not feel things like that."Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed, “Come along, sweetheart”, and with my skirts bobbing we walked together to the car. Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.” Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast),

Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?” Carolyn rubbed the front of my panties and I began to moan softly in delight. Carolyn said,” You just love this don’t you Chrissy?” I replied, “Ooh yes it’s nice, I just love it when you make me ejaculate into my frillies. I just love being dressed like a girl. You have turned me into a girl and I really enjoy it.” I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. Oh Christine, you look absolutely wonderful,” exclaimed Aunt Mary, thoroughly pleased at the latest transformation. “I wish Susan could be here to see how darling you are.” After donning their wraps, the two ladies led me to the car for the drive downtown to the restaurant, while daintily dressed as a girl. Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile.I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?” Carolyn said, “Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public dressed as a girl? We wouldn’t want you to give yourself away.” Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun.” The gates of the school came into view. “You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away.” The big house was quiet....the family all away. It was at moments like this when she found herself pondering a great many things.....everything from what to have for dinner to the very nature of the universe and place in it to the looks that the Lady of the House gave her while she worked. It was those looks that most often occupied her thoughts. She wondered if she were reading them wrong......but they felt intense.....full of heat and a deep, terrible desire. The sorts of feelings that the Man of the House never engendered in his Lady. The sorts that only they're uniform-clad servant girl could. In these quiet moments.....she wondered if the Lady of the House would ever act on those feelings...or if she'd just push them deep till they faded away. I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner.