RANSVESTIA
Now they were ready to slip on the maid's dress. She put it over Joe's head and it slipped into place. "Now we will see if your corset is tight enough when I zip this up."
Joe felt the dress encase him as she slowly moved the zipper up his back. It balked a little at the waist but then slid on easily to the top. "A perfect fit, you're almost ready." Out of the package Ellen took a pair of black three-inch pumps and slipped them on Joe's feet. Luckily their feet were about the same size, as Joe wore a men's size 7 and Ellen wore an 81⁄2.
"Okay, stand up," Ellen held on to Joe's hand as he stood up.
"I can't walk in these high things."
"With a ilttle practice you will have no problems. They will keep you from taking long strides, too."
Ellen then placed a white apron around his waist. "Go over to the dresser and I'll put on your makeup." Slowly Joe wobbled over to the dressing table. "A man certainly wouldn't have trouble winning a race when a woman wore those shoes, would he?" "At last you're beginning to realize how hard it is to be a woman. Maybe you will start helping your mother out at home now that you know how tough she has it."
Ellen started applying eyemakeup, slipping on long black eye- lashes and then applying mascara. She darkened his light eyebrows somewhat and painted on the reddest lipstick she had. She then went to the closet and brought out a beautiful long blonde wig and pulled it around his head. Joe couldn't believe what he looked like and he stared into the mirror in disbelief.
"Never thought you would make this cute a girl, did you, Joe?"
"No, to be truthful I'm amazed." Ellen slipped a white cap on his head and said, "There, you are a perfect French maid. Walk across the room and back. I want to look at my feminine creation." Joe wobbled back and forth trying to get used to the high heels. While walking he felt a sensation he hadn't known before. The movement of the air against his silk stockings was quite stimulating.
"That's enough primping around, it's time for you to get to work."
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