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on Miss Cindy's place (my place, too!) and packed two serving uniforms, complete with petticoats and five-inch heels. I stopped on the way back and bought cleaning supplies, closet organizing racks, laundry baskets and other things I needed.

Cindy called just after Miss Debbie got home Thursday evening. It was late in Milan, of course, but it was fun talking to her. She sounded like she was having a great time!

"I'll be home next week, Cissie. Probably Wednesday or Thursday. Why don't you go home Wednesday afternoon and that way everything will be ready for me, O.K.?"

I told her I'd be there and, just before she hung up I said something to her I'd never said before.

"I can't wait to see you. . .and, and I love you, Miss," I choked out

"I know you do, Cissie I love you too in my own way. See you next week!"

FRIDAY EVENING WAS FUN. I WAS DRESSED IN MY MOST ELEGANT UNIFORM as I served Miss Debbie and her eye-catching friend Miss Stephanie a light dinner. It felt nice to be in crinoline petticoats and a pretty taffeta dress again after a solid week of heavy housework.

For the first two hours, throughout cocktails and dinner, I remained silent. I just nodded and curtsied in response to Miss Debbie's orders. I served drinks and dinner and dutifully went off to the kitchen to wash the dishes as the girls talked and relaxed with their after dinner drinks.

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Miss Stephanie was a model, too, but she was a few older than Miss Debbie and my mistress. She was pretty and elegant, and Miss Debbie was taken with her and acted a little like a girlish student with a crush on her teacher.

As I did the dishes, they went into Miss Debbie's room and began trying on clothes and modeling for each other. I reported to Miss Debbie to let her know I was finished with the dishes. Seeing the two young women prancing around in their skimpy pastel underwear with clothes strewn all over the room made me blush.

As they modeled one thing after another, I struggled to keep up. As soon as I'd have most everything hung up again, Miss Debbie would pull out more things to try on. They giggled and struck sexy poses and talked about how guys would like this or that dress or skirt because it was so short, or tight, or both.

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Miss Debbie kissed Miss Stephanie on the cheek occasionally and hugged her from behind as they looked in the mirror and laughed. And Stephanie would carefully pull Debbie's panties up in back, smoothing them so they wouldn't get caught in the zippers of the tight little skirts she was helping her into. I could tell they enjoyed seeing each other in just their panties and little lace bras! Were they maybe bi-sexual, or were they just showing an innocent, girlish interest in the other's beauty and charm?

The answer to that question eluded me, but I was fascinated to see how the girls acted when they were alone together. It was a hidden benefit of my position as a girl's personal maid. I was, for all intents, invisible to the two pretty young women just a servant girl there to clean up the mess for them.

Finally all the giggling and laughing died down and they walked off to the living room like drunken sailors while I hung skirts and dresses and tops back in Miss Debbie's closet.

When I reported to ask if Miss Debbie wished me to serve tea or coffee, I made the mistake. I spoke in my normal tone of voice!

Stephanie immediately picked up on it. I think I helped give it away by blushing and shutting up in mid-sentence when she suddenly looked at me. Miss Debbie started laughing hard, making our "secret" even more apparent.

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"What's going on here?" Stephanie asked. "Really, what's going on?"

I stood there blushing as Miss Debbie explained. "You didn't know, did you Stephanie tell," she said.

"Couldn't tell what?"

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"That Cindy's maid Cissie really is a male. . .a sissy she's Cindy's male maid!"

Stephanie appraised me for a moment and then started laughing. She thought it was great. "A sissy dressed as a maid. I guess they would be good with housework and things. How perfect!"

They laughed as I served coffee. Unfortunately, Miss Stephanie was quite interested in seeing my panties. I blushed and Miss Debbie said it was all right if I didn't, but that she'd really appreciate it if I lifted my skirt and petticoats a little.

I decided "what the hell" and lifted my skirts to show off my pink satin bikini panties. Miss Stephanie was impressed.