Transvestia

females, who loved every minute of their new existence.

As maids, we would wait on the Countess each afternoon, whether she were alone or with friends. Our appearance had to be perfect, for our mistress had a bitter tongue, should she feel dissatisfied. She would even cruelly embarrass us before visitors if we were negligent in any way. Dressed as twin French-style maids, our costume consisted of a pink satin frock, fitting closely to our girlish bosom and tiny waist and then flaring out into a diminutive shirt reaching to mid thigh, thus revealing the full length of our shapely nylon-sheathed legs, topped by tiny white nylon panties and a froth of frilly white. petticoats. On our feet were five-inch-heeled pink satin shoes, while our arms were covered by long pink gloves. Heavily made-up and with golden hair permanently-waved, we wore long ear-pendants and dainty little white aprons. As we tripped about among the guests, surrounded by an aura of expensive perfume, we knew just how successful the Countess had been in presenting us in this startling way, for many were the complimentary remarks passed, sometimes accompanied by surreptitious fingering of the tiny skirtlet or stroking of nylon-clad thighs. The Countess was pleased, while Edwina and I were in the seventh heaven!

On our afternoons off, Edwina and I usually went out together, and, as girls will do, we spent much of our time looking into the big show windows of the shops showing ladies' frocks, gowns, suits, shoes, etc. Frequently we would spend whole afternoons trying on pretty items that attracted us, some of which the Countess allowed us to buy. Although we walked, talked, acted and even thought as girls, I couldn't help thinking sometimes about how the pretty assistant at the modiste's would have reacted, had she realised that the charming young lady standing before her in revealingly diaphanous underwear was really a transformed youth. The Countess had warned us that, at all costs, we must keep the secret of

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