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"She's. . .He's got a cute little rear," she said as my bottom came into view. "And he's so sleek and shapeless in front, too! His panties fit just like a girl's . . .

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Miss Debbie explained about my gaff and how it worked and also told Stephanie a little about my training.

"Less than a year ago Cissie was just another horny little waiter and photo assistant, and now he's the best housemaid you've ever seen. He's just been wonderful here this week I haven't lifted a finger, and this place is cleaner than when I moved in! Cindy's done a great job training her. But you know Cindy, 'little Miss Perfect' in everything she does.

The two models talked about how feminine I was and how good a housekeeper. Stephanie said, "If you'd kept your voice soft and high, I would have never known!" then she had me again hold up my skirts and show her my panties both front and rear.

She shook her head and ran her hand over my pantied buttock. She commented, "Amazing. . .it looks like a girl's bottom to me. . .It's like Cindy castrated him or something?

Debbie giggled, "Heavens no. . .at least not physically. Cindy said he's just very small and always wears a gaff.” I turned red. Suddenly Miss Debbie reached up and gave my bottom a hard "Smack.

"Go iron that blouse I told you about and get my suit ready for tomorrow hurry on, Cissie! Miss Stephanie and I have something we need to discuss.

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I blushed and curtsied and said, "Yes, Miss Debbie" obediently as I scurried off to iron the linen blouse she'd thrown in my room earlier.

"He's just great," I heard Miss Stephanie say.

"I know. I think we'll all have to get one, don't you think?" Miss Debbie replied.

Miss Debbie came into my room as I was finishing with her blouse.

"I want you to help me, Cissie. If it's O.K., I'd like to try on the other fancy uniform you brought. I think it'll be fun I'm going to show Stephanie. And we can both be her maids for the evening, O.K.?"

I certainly didn't have a problem with it. I helped her undress down to her panties and bra and hooked her into one of my waist cinchers. Next came a garter belt and nylons and a pair of her pumps. As she slipped into the petticoats, she smiled, "I've never worn anything this feminine and girlish

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in all my life, Cissie. At least outside a photo studio, anyway. It feels neat!"

I dropped my uniform over her and zipped her up. It was one size too big for her, but it fit all right. As I tied her apron on, she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Does it feel like this on you, Cissie? I feel submissive! Do you feel like you should say, 'Yes, Miss' and scurry off to get something as soon as you put it on?"

“I. . . .I guess so, Miss. It does make me feel like a servant, that's for sure. But in my case, I am a servant, so I never knew if it was the uniform or not.

Miss Debbie smiled in the mirror as she put her hands on her hips and twisted back and forth.

"Well, Cissie, I think it's the uniform — at least partly. Let's go wait on Stephanie. . .Wait! Let me practice curtsying first, O.K.?"

Miss Debbie looked cute in my uniform practicing her curtsying seriously. Eventually she started to giggle, though.

"I hope I don't get spanked, Cissie. Maids who giggle and don't curtsy nicely get spanked, don't they?" Miss Debbie asked in an odd tone of voice. It was almost as if she hoped she'd be spanked.

"Well, here we go, Cissie," she whispered nervously as we walked into the living room.

Miss Stephanie was lounging on the sofa like a princess. "There's my two little servant girls. You look cute in your uniform, Debbie."

"T-thank you, Miss Stephanie," Debbie said sweetly as she curtsied.

"Run along to the kitchen and fix me a snack and a nice glass of iced tea, Debbie," Stephanie said with her nose in the air.

"And Cissie," she said as she leaned back on the sofa. "Yes, Miss Stephanie?" I answered.

"Bring some nail polish and give me a pedicure while I relax."

I scurried off for my things and returned as Debbie was serving Miss Stephanie from a tray. The suddenly-spoiled girl snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor.

I quickly knelt and pulled off her shoes and little socks and got busy with her pedicure. Strangely, I was getting into the