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long list of household tasks and instructions that morning, she sat waiting for my response.

"Well?" Cindy asked impatiently as I stood silently in front her, daydreaming again.

"Yes, Ma'am!" I suddenly said respectfully. I hadn't realized my mistress' listing of the day's duties had ended. I grasped the hem of my snug-fitting maid's dress and curtsied cutely to my spoiled mistress as I fought a sudden urge to giggle.

Cindy smiled as she reached up and smacked my behind sharply.

"You'd better curtsy, you little sissy!" she said as she began to laugh.

I laughed with her as I wiggled and grabbed at my bottom protectively in response to her playful spanking.

My gorgeous mistress and I laughed for a moment, and then quietly smiled at each other. We looked at each other knowingly and with a sense of closeness perhaps even love.

Our special relationship ended not long after that morning. As little Missy got older, Cindy sadly told me she thought it would be best if she hired more conventional household help. (She hid the fact that our relationship was also beginning to affect her marriage.) I knew she was right, but I also knew she'd never have another servant as devoted as I was. For me, serving her had truly been a labor of love.

It wasn't more than a week later when she explained to me about the secret doses of female hormones. I was shocked and surprised, but laughed with a sense of relief after I'd calmed down.

"I thought I was going crazy at first, Ma'am," I told her. "I thought I was turning into a complete sissy!"

"Well, don't forget, you helped me with my housework and snuck around wearing my panties before I ever gave you hormones, so you were never exactly 'Mr. Macho' Cissie," Cindy reminded me with a sly smile.

I blushed as I thought about it. Maybe I had something in my personality that made me particularly susceptible to Cindy's intense femininity. Maybe it had just spilled over onto me somehow.

In either case, the male maid "experiment" had been a success even beyond Cindy's expectations. I had turned out to be a respectful and skilled maid in spite of my gender. I'd

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even been her maid through her courtship, marriage, and pregnancy. And my added duty as Missy's Nanny was a "plus" even Cindy hadn't planned!

Since I had been a good servant to both Cindy and her husband Frank, they let me stay in their house as I reverted to a more masculine existence. Cindy brought home some Levis and shirts for me and presented me with a pile of men's underwear.

"But there's a few silky little panties in there in case you miss the feel of them," she said as she smiled and patted my bottom.

I let my body hair grow out and laid in the sun and exercised. In a few weeks I was ready to venture out into the real world again.

Cindy had been right about the money, too. She showed me that I had $77,000 in the bank! Her accountant had done a good job for me.

And she even set me up with a good job as an assistant at a rather famous photographer's studio in the city. The photographer, who adored Cindy, agreed to let me become an apprentice if I worked out, so I could one day open my own studio.

"I'll be your first model, too!" Cindy told me. She said I had a good chance of becoming a fashion photographer. "You love women and you love the clothes-that's two-thirds of the battle right there," she explained.

On my last day in Connecticut before moving to my new apartment in the city, Cindy and I were both understandably sad. We really had been each other's family, at least before she had met Frank. We had shared a lot.

Cindy drove me into the city and showed me the new apartment on a Sunday afternoon in early September. I thought it was funny that we'd left Frank to baby-sit Missy. "Have fun with the diapers, Frank," I couldn't resist yelling in to him as Cindy and I left.

"I paid the rent for two months in advance, Cissie, but after that you're on your own," she said as we carried some of my stuff into the small but nice apartment. She hugged me and kissed me affectionately on the cheek as tears welled up in her eyes.

I shed a few tears, too. The only bright spot was that I would still see her now and then in the city. The other bright spot was that I had a new life to look forward to, of course.