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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ALL MY BRAVE THOUGHTS OF LEAVING. BUT A WEEK BEFORE THE wedding, I started to get cold feet. I didn't know what I'd do without Cindy or where I'd go. It made me mad, but I had to admit I felt sad at the thought of leaving.

"What's wrong, Cissie," Miss Cindy asked me as I was serving her breakfast one morning, moping around.

"It'll be hard to say goodbye, Miss. I mean, it's weird being your maid, but I've kind of gotten used to being around you and everything."

"What do you mean 'say goodbye,' are you leaving me Cissie?"

"Well, I mean when you get married of course, I. . . ahh,"

Cindy started laughing and said, "So that's why you've been so sad-looking recently. You don't think I'll need a maid when I'm married? Of course I'll still need you, Cissie we'll need you. And here I was worried you'd leave me! We're both being silly!"

Cindy explained that she had told Frank she'd like to keep me on as their maid even after they were married. Luckily, he agreed. Frank thought running the household was a wife's job, so he said it was her decision whom she had to do the housework. "Besides, you and Cissie have been together for a long time. I'm not going to fool with that— I've heard women get mad if anybody tries to take their maid away!”

MISS CINDY BECAME MRS. FRANK SMYTHE A WEEK LATER. I EVEN went to their wedding and stood in the back, dressed in one of Cindy's stark, man-tailored suits. February seventh was a date I'll never forget.

The next morning as I was packing her things for their honeymoon, Cindy was in a happy, playful mood. When she told me to get her suitcases out and I answered, "Yes, Miss, she corrected me.

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"It's Ma'am now, Cissie I'm married now, remember?"

"Yes, Mi-, I mean, Yes, Ma'am!" I said as I smiled and curtsied to her respectfully.

It was a little embarrassing to have to pack one of her suitcases almost entirely with teddies and nightgowns and sexy

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garter belts and things. Boy, Frank was in for quite a time with Cindy in Hawaii. From the looks of it, neither one of them would even get out of the hotel room!

Cindy walked over and grabbed me and kissed me on the forehead. Then she looked at me sternly and said, "If you forget to pack my diaphragm, I'll kill you! Heck, I won't have to kill you Frank would, if you forgot to pack that for our honeymoon!'

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She was kidding, but it made me blush anyway. I was only glad they'd be thousands of miles away while they made love all day and night, instead of in the next room. Maybe they'd get it out of their system.

Cindy had provided me with a small selection of masculine clothes for my vacation. Some shorts, a pair of jeans, and several T-shirts and socks were laying on my bed one day. She'd even bought me a little Speedo swimsuit!

"I want you to promise me you'll wear these on your trip, Cissie," she said as she walked in my room as I was packing. She tossed a pile of silky underwear on my bed. And they most definitely were girl's panties they were all glossy satin in pretty pastels, and even had lacy waists and legs. She saw me frown as I looked at the panties.

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"I don't want my little sissy getting in trouble out of town. If you try to make it with some bimbo wearing these, she'll just laugh and kick you right out of bed!"

I looked at her sadly and started to ask her if she really wanted me to promise to wear the panties when I saw her mouth twitch. She burst out laughing.

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"What a pitiful little look! I'm kidding Cissie wear whatever you want under your pants," she said as she tossed a bag on the bed. I opened the bag, relieved to find two packs of jockey shorts inside.

It was strange being on vacation. Except for a few weekends to go make an appearance for my family, I'd stayed at Miss Cindy's all the time. And I'd stopped going away entirely the past six months, now that I looked a little too feminine.

I went to Florida and hung out on the beach for a week. I was embarrassed by my soft, totally-hairless body, so I wore clothes the first two days. Finally I said "the hell with it" and put on the Speedo and hung around the pool. So what if they thought I was gay or whatever.