At home, we had a cook and a housemaid as was not unusual in Europe at the time.

I must have been 13 to 15 years of age when I fell in love with our pretty house maid (or French maid). She often kissed me tenderly, and one day she showed me a picture of herself dressed in the uniform of her brother who was a sailor in the Navy. (I still have that picture, which she gave me later on as a reward after I had fulfilled her wish to be dressed by her (and to act) as a house maid.) This happened when my parents and sister had left on a weekend for an outing and the cook had her day off, while I "had" to stay home to finish my homework. That was true the very first time, but later it was used as a pretext, or just faining to feel not well. Ever since, I have liked the roll of a maid and maybe by sheer luck or because I was looking for, and finding, congenial girls, I was able to transform on many occasions into a maid or just into a young lady. This was the case when I got my first job out of town, having my own room with separate entrance door.

It was on a cold winterday, probably on a Saturday, when I had the afternoon off, that I met a very attractive middle-aged lady in a Cafe. I must have been in my twenties at that time. It is permissible in Europe, to ask anybody—be it a man or a woman who sits alone at a table for permission to take a seat, provided of course that no other free tables are available. We found ourselves suddenly acquainted in a nice conversation this way, and in the course of time, and after several dates, became quite well acquainted.

One Saturday I was invited to her house to have tea. She was a war- widow and quite well-to-do, and I had come to enjoy her company and stamina very much. Now I must tell you in all frankness that I do not remember very well how it all came about that afternoon. The fact was that her maid had "her day off" (I later came to think that my friend had cleverly arranged for that). So she asked her name was Antje—to help her with the dishes.

An apron was quickly found and Antje helped me to put it on. After we had finished the dishes, Antje started to laugh and said something of the sort that I most probably would look much nicer if completely dressed as a maid. Apparently she had prepared everything, or almost everything, and without taking my objections seriously, off came my mens clothes and shoes which were stored away, and on went from the skin out, everything required to make me into a genuine maid, helped

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