26-TV FICTION CLASSICS

Pat looked like a maid in the black dress.

Pat complained as she put them on. She explained, "Quiet Patti, all the girls have pierced ears today. What if your date saw you with obvious clip-ons? Now for your dress, a black work dress."

Pat screamed, "That's a maid's uniform."

Mrs. Johnson slipped the dress over his head and zipped him up in the back. She crossed the apron strings over his shoulders, tying a bulky bow in the back with the wide satin streamers decorating the skirt. She let him walk to the mirror and Pat was very perplexed by the rustling noise made by his petticoat.

He hardly recognized himself. His bosom absolutely bulged under the apron from the tiny waist. His face perfect soft and sweet from the make up and curled eyelashes. The petticoat peeped out from under his skirt when he turned and the dress and apron strings followed his protruding fanny. The elegant black high heeled pumps made him walk with an elegant sway. A touch of perfume, and it was

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down to work. Pat thought all this was crazy but he did want to help, after all, look at all they had done for him. Mrs. Johnson had him polish and dust the living room and dining room. Then Denise came home. When she saw Pat she said, "Did you want dress like a maid?"

Rather tongue tied Pat chocked out, "Well...I just wanted to help; your mom bought these..."

Denise said, "I think it's gratifying of you to help...maybe you can move into the maids room and live there permanently..."

The doorbell rang and Denise ran to get it. It was Jack, who stopped by on the way out of town. "Denise can I talk to you? Oh, hi Patti, Denise, I didn't realize she was your maid."

"Only part-time, she's also my cousin." Not wanting Jack to think it strange, Denise ordered, "Patti, doll, take Jack's coat and would you serve us a couple soft drinks in the living room?"

With a pumping heart, Pat watched Jack follow Denise into the living room. Pat ran to the kitchen to get the soft drinks. He tried to hear what was being said but couldn't. With knocking knees, he approached the living room. As he rustled into the room, he saw Denise sitting very close, and Jack with his arm around her. Both hands held the tray up high thus forcing his busts up and out. It seemed to parade his femininity for them to see. As Pat served the drinks, Jack seemed to mentally undress him. He slowly and deliberately surveyed Pat from his black nylon legs to his prominent bust.

Jack said, "Denise says you're staying for another week so our dates on. Frank was real taken with you. I wish he could see you now. He loves submissive girls. Patti, sit for a minute."

Pat sat primly as Jack continued, "Let's talk about our date. Since we have a late practice, you girls meet us at La Pariaria, that fancy French restaurant. Then we'll go dancing, and then who knows. You girls wear your most provocative dresses."