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"Yes, Miss right away," I answered back as I untied my work apron and scrambled down the hall with my serving apron in my hand.

"Lay out my things while I finish brushing my hair Cissie, she immediately ordered as I walked into her bedroom. Miss Cindy sat nude at her vanity, her bottom resting on a little satin chair and her proud breasts reflecting in the mirror.

I stuttered as I curtsied and said, "Y-yes, Miss," turning away from Cindy's reflected beauty. I flinched at being so unmanly that Cindy didn't give any sensitivity of being naked in front of me. I didn't respond the way a man would but I felt my nipples grow hard in my brassiere cups. The unyielding gaff kept me "properly debilitated". How I longed to slide my fingers down to the gaff's narrow bottom piece and reach inside to see if I had any male impulse left. I obviously couldn't.

Brushing Miss Cindy's lush, fragrant hair was a duty I actually enjoyed, but I had been so busy preparing dinner she had decided to brush it herself. I laid out Miss Cindy's silk charmeuse bra and panties and then got the washed-silk shorts and cute, cashmere surplice top from the laundry room, where I had blocked and ironed them this afternoon. Cindy's top had a swirling pattern of turquoise, rose and light gray, and went nicely with her easy, comfortable black walking shorts.

Cindy stood silently while I helped her on with her soft-cup bra and black silk panties. She smiled at me as I bent down and helped her into her shorts and held the top up for her to wiggle into. She sat on her bed smoothing a bit of lotion on her bare legs as I slipped strappy sandals on her feet. A pretty gold necklace and dangling gold earrings completed Cindy's casual hostess ensemble.

"Here, I'll tie your apron on, Cissie," Cindy said when I'd finished helping her dress.

Cindy draped the pristine white taffeta apron around me, tying it tightly about my cinched waist with a big, flouncy bow. I ran the frilly straps up over my shoulders and watched Miss Cindy smile at me in the vanity mirror as she neatly crossed them and secured them to my apron strap. I always felt a little funny when Miss Cindy aproned me, but it wasn't really a bad feeling. Her apron tying ceremony was designed to help show me my "place," but it also made me feel cared for and secure for some reason.

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"There, all set, Cissie," Miss Cindy said as she finished and patted my bottom through my petticoats. She put her hands on my constricted waist and turned me to face her.

"You look darling in your new uniform, Cissie I'm sure the girls will like you in it, too!" Miss Cindy told me happily. In a way I had become her prize possession, and she really enjoyed showing me off to her friends. (Perhaps her pride came from the fact that anyone with money could hire a female maid, but Cindy's own incredible beauty and guile had snared her a male "sissy" maid!)

Cindy rustled my skirt and petticoats softly.

"Those petticoats sound delicious under your taffeta dress, Cissie," she said girlishly. Miss Cindy then lifted the rear of my short, full-skirted uniform and gave my pantied bottom a quick, playful "smack!"

I jumped a bit as my bottom was suddenly smacked, but caught myself giggling at the same time. Of course, I also blushed like a shy schoolgirl.

"Your little behind looks so cute in panties!" Miss Cindy teased as she adjusted my short skirt over my stiff, full petticoats.

I caught myself saying "Thank you," to her comment, but I felt a little ashamed. Was feeling happy that a woman liked how girlish you looked in panties a sign of irreversible sissiness? Maybe her seeing my smooth girlish panties was her way of feeling impregnable when naked around me? I didn't know.

"I'll be in the living room, Cissie. Go check on dinner now. And listen for the door they should be here any minute."

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"Very well, Miss," I acknowledged with a curtsy as Miss Cindy breezed out of the room. I was embarrassed by my mistress' comments, but I really did feel oddly feminine in the little taffeta uniform and petticoats. All in all, it wasn't a bad feeling, but it was certainly strange and different. Gone were my days plain shoes, cotton underwear, wool pants and shapeless shirts.

Don't get me wrong. I worried about being manly when grew up. I liked beautiful girls, I dreamed about gorgeous girls and I was fascinated by breathtaking girls. Now when I looked in the mirror and asked, "What girl would want to go out with a sissy like me?" the answer was none. This arrangement with Cindy might be as close as I get.