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also not to be upset if we kiss, or if he feels me up or anything do you understand, Cissie?"

"Y-yes, Miss," I answered, feeling as confused and lost as ever. This wasn't going to be easy. Secretly, however, I wasn't really surprised Miss Cindy had taken a lover. She was a beautiful, healthy young woman after all.

And even more secretly, I was actually a little relieved. Before she began dating Frank, I thought Miss Cindy had been coming on to me in subtle ways. I would have nearly killed to have her feel this way last fall, but now everything was so different.

Although I didn't know why, I knew I was barely getting stiff whenever I got excited. And I often wore my tight gaff all day now without the slightest discomfort. I was accustomed to having a flat girlish genital area.

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What if she finally let me be with her, and I couldn't even do anything! It would be so humiliating I just knew I'd die if that happened. As insanely jealous as it made me, I almost thought it was better that she have a virile, steady boyfriend to make love and satisfy her.

bo Of course, in retrospect Cindy had probably come on to me to test me. She knew with all the female hormones that I wouldn't exactly be feeling like a stud. Maybe she had planned the whole thing so I would accept that she had a lover.

My little problem was caused by the hormones, but at the time I didn't know I was taking them, of course. I don't think Cindy realized how distressing all this was for me, especially since I didn't know the reason. I knew my skin was softer and my nipples itched all the time, becoming erect at the slighted provoking. I thought it was from the brassieres or inserts which I always wore.

I really thought I was turning into a sissy or something! In my full length mirror, I examined myself critically. My sexiest uniform fit precisely. Full puff sleeves falling around my soft white shoulders, the form fitting bodice cut daringly low. The dress's waist was snug and it's skirt flared out in satin folds over my rounded hips. I spend more time on my hair and it was piled on top of my head in waves with long ringlets on the back and sides. Pink highlighted my lips and blush accentuated my high cheek bones. The servant who gazed back at me was unquestionably feminine and softly subordinate.

MAID IN FORM "B" 47

Friday morning as I helped her dress, Miss Cindy really dropped a bombshell on my already-fragile ego.

"I think you should know right now that it is very likely I'll ask Frank to spend the night with me tonight, Cissie. We'll both be in my bed, of course, and we could be making love at any time, so you'll have to listen at my door before disturbing us. If you have any doubts, knock softly, and we'll let you know if you're interrupting anything," she explained as I stood behind her dutifully buttoning up the pretty lace blouse over her bosom.

I was completely shattered, but I just meekly said, “Yes, Miss, I understand." Totally defeated, Miss Cindy saw that I was really in the dumps about how things were going. "Don't be so down about it, Cissie it'll be fun!" Miss Cindy told me, trying to cheer me up. She brushed my hair with her hand and kissed me on the cheek. "Lighten up a little, Cissie," she said softly.

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She turned away from me and said, "You can help me decide what to wear to turn him on, Cissie." With a wicked little laugh she added, "Besides, I'm always in a good mood after I've been laid I won't be as bitchy with you!" (Boy, she was a big help with that comment!)

FRIDAY EVENING HAD ARRIVED WAY TOO SOON FOR ME. I WASN'T AT all sure what I'd gotten myself into. Miss Cindy was in a tizzy all afternoon, making sure everything was perfect. I'd never seen her like this!

Miss Cindy had me dress her tastefully yet seductively for her intimate dinner with her boyfriend. She wore a knockout Huit bustier and hip-hugging mini-skirt, both in shell white, and both in that stretch velour Huit's famous for. And under her snug skirt? Ivory Brazilian-cut Lejaby panties that were nothing more than a wisp of lace. Her pretty legs and feet were bare, save for a little moisturizer and a nice pedicure. With her hair pinned up and an accent of gold jewelry, she was gorgeous.

She nervously sat on the sofa constantly asking me the time. I checked on things in the kitchen and tried not to think. Finally, the door bell rang.

"Cissie, he's here!" Miss Cindy whispered excitedly. "Get the door!"

In a trance I went to the door and opened it, letting Frank in. I hesitated for a moment, but dropped into a curtsy and