TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A" "Who'd ever think simply falling in love with a beautiful girl could lead to this!" I thought as I went back to drying the dishes and putting them away.

"SHALL I SERVE COFFEE AND TEA NOW, MISS?" I ASKED MISS CINDY when I reported to the living room. I'd waited for several minutes for a break in the girls' near-continuous fashion business gossip to ask my little ques-

tion.

"Yes, Cissie, go ahead," Cindy answered me nonchalantly, sounding slightly annoyed by my interruption.

After I bobbed a little curtsy in response to Miss Cindy's casual answer, I went to the kitchen to get a fresh pot of coffee and hot water for tea. I loaded my tray onto the new service cart in the corner of the living room. After preparing everything, I pushed the little cart over to my mistress and her guests.

"Oh, how cute!" Miss Susan said excitedly as she girlishly giggled.

I minced towards the sofa pushing the little serving cart in front of me, balanced precariously on my high heels. I blushed as I served the three pretty young models tea and coffee from the cart. When Miss Cindy had said that I'd look "adorable" pushing the little cart, it was clear what she really meant was that I'd look like her obedient little sissy! (Which was precisely what I had become, I guess.)

When I finished serving, I had to bend a little to push the serving cart over the thick carpet. I was sure my panty-bottoms were showing under my short petticoats and I hoped nobody was watching.

Miss Debbie dashed my hopes by giggling and exclaiming, "What pretty panties! Cissie really does have a cute little rear he looks good in girl's underwear."

"And they fit him well," Cindy added.

The comment about my panties and the compliment about my cute rear embarrassed me and made me feel self-conscious.

The girls decided to relax and listen to Madonna's latest album as they settled down with their tea and coffee in Cindy's elegant living room.

I went into the kitchen and cleaned up. My hands periodically preened lightly at the layers of nylon and lace that

covered feminized body.

My child-like breasts gathered into tiny knots sending chills down my back.

Later, when Miss Cindy informed me that she wanted to wear her tight linen skirt and man-tailored silk blouse the next day I sheepishly had to tell her the skirt and blouse weren't laundered or ironed yet!

Cindy got a little angry and said, "Then you'll just have to get your lit-

tle rear in the laundry room and get them done! I don't want to hear about my clothes not being ready, Cissie, you're paid to take care of my laundry What the

for me. hell have you been doing all day, laying in your little bed playing with yourself?"

green.

I turned

The girls had an

attack of the giggles

so hard they could

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barely breathe, but "Something was different about me now.

Miss Cindy wasn't

I was becoming such a sissy.