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wore at night, never knowing if Miss Cindy might pop in unexpectedly. She insisted that I always be in uniform.

"I pay you a maid's salary, not a cleaning woman's wage, so you should be properly uniformed, Cissie," Cindy had explained during my training.

In the laundry room again, I spent an hour or so ironing the model's pretty blouses, elegant skirts, and breezy little summer dresses in preparation for the coming season. I spent hours in the laundry room nearly every day with Miss Cindy's clothes. I certainly earned my pay as her laundress.

When I finished the ironing it was nearly 9:00 P.M.. What a day!

I got undressed and showered and threw on a satiny lavender chemise and white satin hi-cut briefs with lavender polka dots. Before I tucked myself in bed I turned down Miss Cindy's bed and neatly laid out something for her to sleep in. The new outfit was a sheer, crisp pair of white taffeta short-shorts and a brief, bra-seamed taffeta camisole with cap sleeves. They would be very pretty on her but very few things weren't pretty on Miss Cindy.

That's when I usually went to my room and tried on the things she'd worn the day before. I didn't look anything like her in them but it was interesting to see her 'stylish' image in my mirror.

Once in bed I read for awhile. Lately I'd been reading Cindy's romance novels after she'd finished with them. I wondered if my sudden interest in trashy, feminine paperbacks meant anything, but I was too tired to worry about it.

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CHAPTER FOUR

MAID IN FORM "A" -31

I'D SPENT THE DAY CLEANING AND DUSTING AND POLISHING. MISS Cindy insisted that everything be perfect whenever guests were expected, so I'd been very busy. And now I was getting myself ready for the evening, as well. It was Friday, and Miss Debbie and Miss Susan were coming for dinner.

I always hated the anticipation of getting ready so I just did it, trying not to dwell on what it all meant. After a quick bath, I dried off and dusted myself all over with a rose scented perfumed powder.

I carefully tucked myself into a skin-tight latex gaff and pulled it up snug, the thin rear strap disappearing between my buttocks. The gaff was like a tiny thong panty made of stretchy, flesh-toned latex with a flat little waistband. It held me up tightly between my legs so my panties would have a sleek, girlish appearance.

Miss Cindy always had me wear a gaff, since she didn't like even the slightest bulge to show in my panties. I really think she knew I might 'stretch' out her panties in the 'wrong' places. It was embarrassing to see how well it worked. With the ungiving fitted gaffs, shaving, and the effects of hormones, even the daintiest panties fit me as girlishly smooth as a cheerleader's!

I stepped into glossy satin panties and adjusted the little pink bikinis on my hips. I twisted to check my "rear view" in the mirror to see if my behind was covered, pulling the snug panties down a touch with my fingers. My stomach tightened as I realized I was doing the same things a girl might do as she dressed in her panties. I blushed at the implication of not being able to 'stretch' a girl's panties.

Miss Cindy thought my behind looked "adorable" in panties, and she often had me dress in very short, petticoated uniforms so my panty-bottoms might show when I bent over. "I think you look great in panties, Cissie your rear looks like it was made to be in girl's underwear," Miss Cindy had said one day as she watched me getting dressed.

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I blushed at her words. My slight build and fine-featured face had, unfortunately, made me an excellent candidate for transformation into a “sissy" maid. I was always considered cute by the girls in school, which was much better than ugly; not quite as good as "handsome.'