22 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A" day. Cindy demanded that my hair be fresh and fashionable at all times. The heavy housework made me perspire so I avoided the wigs.

Sitting on my bed, I quickly slipped on black leather pumps with three-inch heels and went off to the pantry for my housework apron. The heels of my pumps clicked efficiently across the polished floors and echoed through Miss Cindy's large, minimally-decorated apartment.

In the kitchen I tied my slick rubber pinafore-style apron tightly about my waist with a floppy bow in back. Flipping the straps that held the apron's bib over my shoulders, I criss-crossed them down my back and buttoned them to my apron strap. The pastel pink apron was full around the front of my maid's dress, and the bib rose up to my bust. Finally, I pulled on long rubber gloves that were folded over into neat cuffs halfway up to my elbows.

I sighed and filled a bucket with hot water and sudsy ammonia cleaner. Before kneeling on the kitchen floor with my scrub brush, I slipped knee-pads on to protect my stockings and cushion my knees. Kneeling down, I began scrubbing the kitchen floor.

One of the most surprising things I'd discovered about being a rich girl's maid was how much work it was! Keeping Cindy's big apartment spotless, doing all her laundry and ironing, waiting on her, and constantly picking up after her added up to a full time job. Miss Cindy never did any housework herself, of course, and she didn't even bother to pick up her clothes up off the floor anymore.

I smiled as I remembered Miss Cindy taking my picture while I was scrubbing the floor one Thursday morning. I had just looked up to see her walk in the kitchen when the flash caught me. What a sight I'd made the scrub brush, the suds on the floor, the ruffled pink apron and gloves. Miss Cindy laughed as she looked at the Polaroid picture.

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"What a cute little Scrub Maid you make!" she said with delight.

MISS CINDY TOLD ME LATER THAT SHE HAD BEEN AMAZED AT HOW incredibly easy it had been to turn me into her maid. Cindy hid her amazement from me, however, and casually acted as if she thought sissies were meant to be young women's personal maids.

Although I had been reluctant to be her maid, my blind love and adoration for Cindy made me do things I'd never

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"With Sharie's help, I learned how to wear dresses, wigs and make-up. She even taught me to curl my own dream of doing normally. I convinced myself I was just going along with her little "game" so I could stay close to her.

"I'll get in her pants yet!" I said with bravado. (Although the closest I'd gotten to "getting in her pants" so far was trying them on, ironing them and helping her dress in them!)

I had been "getting into her panties" daily but not the way most men would envision.

But within several months, I began to notice a change in my reluctant behavior. I started looking forward to Miss Cindy's arrival home, even if it meant waiting on her and answering her with a curtsy and a snappy "Yes, Miss." I