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face and brushed my teeth before taking off my bra and panties and dropping them in the hamper.

With an unexpected happiness, I went to my dresser and pulled open the "Nightie" drawer and lifted out the sheer pink baby-doll Miss Cindy had given me as a present last week. I was identical to a set she had. I dropped the little nightie over my head and giggled when I saw how ridiculously short it was. The wispy chiffon baby-doll flared out and ended in a flurry of frothy, feminine ruffles at my waist! Even without the training bra I usually wore to bed, my previously flat chest bulged outward in little pointed mounds. I girlishly wiggled my rear into the nightie's panties, pulling the sheer bikini up snugly over my tight latex gaff. The little panties were rather prissy, since the rear of them was covered with adorable lace ruffles. Feeling quite dainty in my cute nightie, I went to brush my teeth and turned down my bed. Miss Cindy had bought the little nightie especially for me, and that fact added to it's appeal, of course.

I sat on my frilly single bed, my spanked bottom cooled by the glossy, lace-trimmed pink rubber sheets. Oddly, Miss Cindy had insisted I sleep on rubber sheets right from the start of my "experimental" life as her sissy maid.

"What if you had some kind of accident at night or something, Cissie," she had explained with a sly, knowing smile and a heavy stare right into my eyes.

It was somehow clear that the "accident" she referred to was me 'touching myself'. Strange that Miss Cindy always seemed to know the most utterly embarrassing things to say

to me.

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Snuggling into bed, I curled up on my side. I felt my bottom through my nightie panty it was still a little warm from my spanking! For some reason, I caught myself devotedly whispering "Good night, Miss" softly as I sighed and hugged my pillow.

In spite of all the work and the sometimes demeaning situations, I felt secure and cared for as I drifted off to sleep in my little bed. I knew what I'd be doing tomorrow and the day after. And being Cindy's servant wasn't that bad, after all.

THE NEXT MORNING, THE ONLY MENTION OF MY SPANKING CAME when Miss Cindy reached up and softly swatted my bottom as I was serving her breakfast.

MAID IN FORM "A" -53 "Are you all cooled down, Cissie?" she asked me quietly. "Yes, Miss."

Of course, Miss Cindy was prettily dressed in her tight red linen skirt and silky white blouse. The model had always gotten her way, even as a young girl. Everybody had naturally spoiled her because of her beauty. Who was I to deny her?

I was still dressed in the little baby-doll when I'd gone in to wake my mistress that morning. Miss Cindy had never seen my new nightie on me, and she commented on how short it was.

"Turn around. I like the prissy little panties, too," she said, as she ran her fingers through the cute lace ruffles across my rear.

"And I bet you just love them, you little sissy!" Miss Cindy teased.

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I blushed as she felt up the lace-frilled rear of my nightie panty. Secretly I had to admit Miss Cindy was right — I liked the little panties. All the lace ruffles across my rear were kind of cute.

"What's happening to me?" I wondered as I realized what I was thinking. Very confusing feelings were swirling around inside my tummy. Was I going crazy?

I sometimes thought I had become two people. One day I'd be angry and ashamed at being Miss Cindy's sissy maid, the next I'd be curtsying and anxiously awaiting Miss Cindy's every order. One moment I'd feel weird and uncomfortable in my maid's clothing, the next moment I'd be in my room girlishly trying on different style panties to see which ones looked the most girlish on my rear.

(Author's Note: Please refer to the architectural review and detailed schematic in pages 32-33 in this edition for more detailed information concerning Miss Cindy's apartment.)