Transvestia

On my half-days off, I found it almost strange to put men's clothes on again, and, as I made no part- icular friends in the locality, I often used to spend my off periods sitting in my room. Then came the occasion which was to lead to the second phase of my skirted existence.

Madame had arranged for a coterie of her feminist friends to call for afternoon tea. She had shown herself more than satisfied with my progress and now decided to exhibit me to her friends. I had been trained to answer the door and show people in, and then later I had to serve tea in the lounge. I knew I was looking my best, and I was glad when Madame was complimented by everyone on my femininity. Several nice things were said about my figure, face, and legs, so that I flushed with pleasure. One of the guests, a young Countess, asked me to show her the way to the bathroom. On our way she caught me by the arm, saying that all she wanted to do was to have a minute alone with me to make a proposition. She asked me how much I was getting there, and then said she would give me four times that amount, if I would leave Madame and go into her household instead. She gave me her address and asked me to visit her on my next half-day off, suggesting that it might be as well for the moment not to mention her offer to anyone. Later, when everyone had gone and Madame had shown how pleased she was with me, I retired to my room. I was torn between leaving Madame, who had been so kind to me, and joining the Countess, who seemed just as kind, and who was offering me so much more money. In the end I decided to go and

see the Countess.

And so it came about that, on my next off day, I visited the palatial mansion that was the Countess's home. She received me kindly, commenting how much nicer I had looked in my frock than I now looked in trousers. She did not delay in coming to the point, saying that if I were prepared to come there, she would give me four times as much money, two half-days

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