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little servant was quite disheartening. But I guess I thought it was better than not being with Miss Cindy at all, which was the alternative.

Around 4:00 P.M. Cindy had me help her out of her little robe and teddy. She had me dress her in a cropped, pale pink silk T-shirt and matching high-waisted briefs. The easy T-shirt had full sleeves and was trimmed with silver satin piping.

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"That teddy is just too sexy to sleep in at least to sleep in alone, that is!" Miss Cindy said with a giggle as I helped her dress in the T-shirt and panties. It was another example of Miss Cindy's casual sexual innuendoes that I never quite felt comfortable with.

Regardless, the cute little pink outfit the model had picked out was just perfect for a lazy spring afternoon nap. Miss Cindy had excellent fashion sense.

She yawned and curled up in her comfortable bed for a few hours of rest as I drew her curtains and silently closed the door. Miss Cindy had skipped lunch entirely, but she would be having a nice dinner at an elegant restaurant with her date of course.

I woke her as ordered at 6:00 P.M. and bundled her off to the hot shower I had adjusted for her. The next hour and a half was a flurry of activity as Miss Cindy had me re-do her nails, set her hair, and help her dress for her date.

Recently, Cindy had had quite a few dates on the weekends, and I always hated dressing her for them. All the hand-laundered silky, lace lingerie and the carefully ironed fashions for the enjoyment of some guy. Her dates also meant I'd be spending another long, lonely evening at home wondering how much fun she was having.

Cindy's dates always made me sort of angry. I don't know exactly why, since I got to do in reverse what every guy hoped to do at the end of the evening.

Miss Cindy was oblivious to such silly jealousies. She really did see me just as she'd see a girl maid, so she didn't even acknowledge such nonsense.

After Miss Cindy was powdered and perfumed and I had finished polishing her perfect nails, I began helping her dress for her date.

After long deliberation, Cindy had decided to wear a very feminine dress, even though it was a first date. With a flourish she walked out of her closet and told me she was wearing her

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Geoffrey Beene, holding the flirty little dinner dress up for me to see. She'd gotten it a few months ago and had been saving it for "a special occasion." Beene wasn't normally one of Cindy's favorites, but she'd fallen in love with the girlish little dress and bought it, though it cost nearly $6000.

I helped her dress in smooth black silk briefs and a plain black satin garter belt. She hooked a pretty black lace-andsatin strapless bra about her waist and spun it around, adjusting it on her wonderful breasts creating just the right amount of cleavage.

It was about this time I started having very odd sensations when I fitted Cindy in her bras.

My own nipples would swell and itch terribly. I found out later that as the female hormones extinguished the male sensations between my legs they were creating new erogenous feelings in my breasts and nipples. My raised nipples were getting more pronounced every day and the area around my breast was fatty and silky soft. My brassieres felt different. Having the thin cups of lace over my nipples feel less tender. I got her stockings. The Givenchy stockings were a very sheer black, with silvery little flecks here and there around the calf and ankle. As she twisted in her underwear to adjust her garter high on the back of her thigh, I almost had to excuse myself to go take one of my frequent cold showers. Sometimes Cindy was so sexy even a eunuch would have gotten turned on.

She sat at her vanity and we both worked on her hair and make-up together. Sharie had taught me many tricks to style hair. I put her hair up in a loose, casual twist on the top of her head and we worked at getting just the right number of little tendrils to fall about her temples and face. She said the dress was the last thing she wanted to put on, so she slipped into Bennis/Edwards black patent sandals with delicate, lightas-a-feather heels and spider-web ankle straps. Cindy chose dangling rhinestone earrings, and nothing else, to wear as jewelry.

Finally she stood with her arms up, waiting in her pretty perfection for me to drop the dress over her. Wow, what a dress! It was mostly black with swirls of white cascading all over. Little sparkling gold and silver highlights adorned the short, ruffled organza skirt. It was tight at the waist and had a close-fitting, rather brief bodice and the bodice was sheer chenille-dotted lace net. The dress had tiny little short sleeves and an open, gentle neckline. The sheerness in back went