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"Oh come on I'm sure with your help I can pass inspection," Alan chuckled.

"Not easily...tomorrow morning I have to start teaching you some new grooming and dressing habits. Then we'll see," she said with a sly grin.

Chapter 6

While they had their breakfast Sunday morning Alan's mother outlined the tasks they had to do that day.

"First, I want you to have a bath. But before you get in the tub I'm going to put Nair on your legs and anywhere else that there may be any unsightly body hair."

"Nair? You mean the hair remover?" Alan grimaced.

"That's right. Is that a problem?" Mrs. Taylor asked. Alan knew what he had agreed to. But with a whole night to review his decision it still left him nervous.

"I guess not. I was just checking."

"After you get dressed in some appropriate lingerie, I'll shape your eyebrows and show you how to apply some basic make-up. I think that we will also have to try on a whole pile of my uniforms to make sure that they all fit properly," she continued as Álan listened. "Oh! And shoes. Of course, we have to try on a bunch to make sure that you have shoes to go along with every occasion."

"This is going to be weird," Alan said then corrected himself. "I mean the appearance part of it, not the job. I know that the housekeeper position is a tough job."

"Well I'm glad that you don't think that my job was a 'piece of cake' for all these years. Between cleaning, shopping, serving guests, and cleaning up, you'll see that it's a very busy day."

Shopping? Alan had not thought of any out-of-hotel excursions! "Uh, when you shop. . .do you have to wear your uniform?" Alan asked.

"No, not when I'm shopping," his mother replied. "Why do you

ask?"

"Well...I kind of thought for a second that I'd have to go out shopping in a skirt or something," Alan said with a relieved tone of voice. His mother didn't let him get too comfortable as she realized that he misinterpreted her answer.

"No, Alan you DON'T have to wear your uniform, but yes, you have to be dressed in a proper business-like dress or skirt. Remember, that while you are working on behalf of Mrs. Richardson, you are ALICE Taylor. You will be an elegant, well-dressed young WOMAN.

"You're kidding," Alan moaned.

"I don't think it's too late. If you've changed your mind, I'll call Mrs. Richardson and tell her that you've decided to back out." Mrs. Taylor said with a challenging tone of voice. "I'm sure that there will be many other interested applicants for a $750 per week job."

HAIR TODAY, GOWN TOMORROW -35 "No, no!" Alan snapped back. "I can handle anything for that kind of money.

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"One more thing, I hope Cindy doesn't mind your shaped eyebrows, feminine hair and manicured nails," Mrs. Taylor continued in her challenging manner. She wanted to get all the obstacles out of the way so that Alan would be on board 100%. His mother knew that he was always one who got more stubborn the tougher the challenge got.

"Gee whiz, I never thought about that."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure that we'll be able to camouflage them adequately when you're not working," his mother said, but she hardly believed it herself.

Alan felt a little embarrassed standing naked on a towel before his mother. Sure, she was his mother and all, and yes she had seen him naked many times, but still, he was now an adult.

"Stand still," she admonished as she spread the cool cream all over his legs to within inches of his pubic region. "Now your arms," she instructed as she continued the process over his chest and upper body.

"That stuff is cold," Alan said as he felt a shiver go through his body. He was made to stand like that for what seemed like a very long time, but finally his mother said that he could shower and wash the cream off. However, before he stepped into the shower she produced a flowered plastic shower cap and carefully tucked his curly hair under it.

When Alan stepped out of the shower, he found a white pantigirdle lying alongside a big bath towel waiting for him. As he dried his skin he was amazed at how smooth and silky his legs were. Looking down at them they appeared like something that should be attached to a teenaged girl not a boy. The rest of him was very smooth and hairless as well.

In several minutes Alan entered his bedroom wearing the waist cinching pantigirdle. His mother was busy arranging various bottles, brushes and jars on his vanity. He realized that it was his make-up! "Oh yeah," he gasp, "I have to wear make-up too." "Everything! Now THAT looks much better dear," Mrs. Taylor said as she ran her hands up his silky smooth legs. "Now you can wear sheer stockings instead of those heavy ones you wore the other day. Who know, you might like wearing this stuff?"

"I doubt it!"

"Shhh! Now put this on," she said as she handed Alan a long line brassiere in the same color as the pantigirdle. He look confused as to how to put it on.

"I forgot, it's your first bra," his mother laughed and then helped him slip his arms through the thin shoulder straps. It turned out that the bra came down almost to meet the top of the pantigirdle. Mrs.