New maid
A new maid is always welcome. Here we teach her to be a good sissy maid.
"You're late, number six," the stern-faced butler barked as the young man, trembling and out of breath, scurried into the grand foyer.
The young man looked up with wide, frightened eyes, his heart racing. "I'm so sorry, sir. I got lost in the city."
The butler's expression softened slightly. "I see. Well, you're here now, and that's what matters. But remember, punctuality is key in this household. Now, let's get you dressed."
With trembling hands, the young man removed his street clothes to reveal his new, frilly maid's uniform. It was a stark contrast to the dull, plain outfits he had worn all his life. The fabric was soft and silky, and the lace trim tickled his skin as he slipped into the layers of petticoats. The corset cinched his waist tightly, making it difficult to breathe, and the stockings clung to his legs like a second skin. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but there was an undeniable thrill in the unfamiliarity of it all.
The butler, Mr. Jenkins, walked him through the process of putting on the lingerie and the uniform. Each article of clothing was carefully selected to enhance his feminine features, from the push-up bra that accentuated his new breasts to the thigh-high stockings that made his legs look long and shapely. He was instructed to wear a pair of high-heeled shoes that made him wobble slightly as he tried to balance.
"You must learn to walk with grace," Mr. Jenkins said firmly. "Practice your curtsies and your posture. You are to be the picture of subservience and femininity at all times."
The young man nodded, his cheeks flushing as he practiced his curtsies in front of the floor-length mirror. He watched as Mr. Jenkins applied makeup to his face, transforming him into a pretty, obedient maid. The mascara made his lashes look long and fluttery, and the lipstick painted his lips a soft shade of pink. His eyes, once dull and lifeless, sparkled with a newfound enthusiasm and excitement.
When the transformation was complete, Mr. Jenkins stepped back to admire his work. "Very good, number six. You're going to make an excellent sissy maid."
The young man felt a strange sense of pride swell within him. He had never felt so...beautiful before. He took a deep breath and practiced his new, high-pitched voice. "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins. I'll do my best to serve the household."
Mr. Jenkins nodded approvingly. "Now, let's get to work. The masters will be expecting their breakfast soon, and we must not disappoint."
With that, the young man, now known as Sissy Maid Six, followed the butler into the kitchen to begin his training. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. He had never felt more alive, more alive and more ready to embrace his new role.
The day ahead was filled with chores and lessons on how to be the perfect sissy maid. He learned to cook and clean with precision, to serve tea without spilling a drop, and to always address the household members with the appropriate honorifics. Each task was a challenge, but with Mr. Jenkins' guidance, he grew more confident in his new identity.
As the hours passed, Sissy Maid Six found that he enjoyed the work. There was something calming about the routine, about serving others and being a part of a well-oiled machine. And as he moved through the grand halls, the sound of his heels clicking against the marble floor echoed like a sweet melody, a testament to his newfound grace and poise.
The young man looked up with wide, frightened eyes, his heart racing. "I'm so sorry, sir. I got lost in the city."
The butler's expression softened slightly. "I see. Well, you're here now, and that's what matters. But remember, punctuality is key in this household. Now, let's get you dressed."
With trembling hands, the young man removed his street clothes to reveal his new, frilly maid's uniform. It was a stark contrast to the dull, plain outfits he had worn all his life. The fabric was soft and silky, and the lace trim tickled his skin as he slipped into the layers of petticoats. The corset cinched his waist tightly, making it difficult to breathe, and the stockings clung to his legs like a second skin. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but there was an undeniable thrill in the unfamiliarity of it all.
The butler, Mr. Jenkins, walked him through the process of putting on the lingerie and the uniform. Each article of clothing was carefully selected to enhance his feminine features, from the push-up bra that accentuated his new breasts to the thigh-high stockings that made his legs look long and shapely. He was instructed to wear a pair of high-heeled shoes that made him wobble slightly as he tried to balance.
"You must learn to walk with grace," Mr. Jenkins said firmly. "Practice your curtsies and your posture. You are to be the picture of subservience and femininity at all times."
The young man nodded, his cheeks flushing as he practiced his curtsies in front of the floor-length mirror. He watched as Mr. Jenkins applied makeup to his face, transforming him into a pretty, obedient maid. The mascara made his lashes look long and fluttery, and the lipstick painted his lips a soft shade of pink. His eyes, once dull and lifeless, sparkled with a newfound enthusiasm and excitement.
When the transformation was complete, Mr. Jenkins stepped back to admire his work. "Very good, number six. You're going to make an excellent sissy maid."
The young man felt a strange sense of pride swell within him. He had never felt so...beautiful before. He took a deep breath and practiced his new, high-pitched voice. "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins. I'll do my best to serve the household."
Mr. Jenkins nodded approvingly. "Now, let's get to work. The masters will be expecting their breakfast soon, and we must not disappoint."
With that, the young man, now known as Sissy Maid Six, followed the butler into the kitchen to begin his training. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. He had never felt more alive, more alive and more ready to embrace his new role.
The day ahead was filled with chores and lessons on how to be the perfect sissy maid. He learned to cook and clean with precision, to serve tea without spilling a drop, and to always address the household members with the appropriate honorifics. Each task was a challenge, but with Mr. Jenkins' guidance, he grew more confident in his new identity.
As the hours passed, Sissy Maid Six found that he enjoyed the work. There was something calming about the routine, about serving others and being a part of a well-oiled machine. And as he moved through the grand halls, the sound of his heels clicking against the marble floor echoed like a sweet melody, a testament to his newfound grace and poise.
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