Maids also have fun
The young sissy maid lingers on the unassuming black French maid dress that clung to his body. A smirk tugged at his lips as he took in the sight of his black pantyhose, and the high heels that made his calves flex with every step. It was a stark contrast to the simple, almost masculine outfits he used to wear.
"Look at me," he murmured to his reflection, "a real-life sissy maid."
The dress, a size too small, cinched his waist and accentuated his curves, while the neckline dipped dangerously low, hinting at the frilly lingerie beneath. His cheeks flushed at the thought of anyone discovering his secret. But there was something undeniably thrilling about wearing such a provocative outfit in such a proper setting. It was like wearing a scandalous costume to a fancy masquerade ball.
He smoothed a stray hair from his face, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of the bonnet that framed it. The fabric was soft, almost like a lover's caress. He felt a flutter in his stomach at the thought. This was a side of himself he had never explored before, and yet, it felt so...right.
The house was empty today, the wealthy couple that owned it off to some social function or another, leaving him with hours of solitude to indulge in his newfound identity. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the faint scent of the expensive perfume that clung to his clothes. The silence was a velvet blanket, enveloping him in a world where he could be anyone, do anything.
"I'm going to have so much fun today," he said to the empty room, his voice a sultry purr.
Now, dressed in his illicit finery, he felt like a character from one of those naughty French maid fantasies. He giggled to himself, the sound high and airy, as he imagined the shock on the faces of the guests if they were to walk in and find him like this. But no, they wouldn't. Today was his day to revel in his transformation, his day to be the woman he always knew he could be.
But there was too much to do, too much to explore.
The dress, a size too small, cinched his waist and accentuated his curves, while the neckline dipped dangerously low, hinting at the frilly lingerie beneath. His cheeks flushed at the thought of anyone discovering his secret. But there was something undeniably thrilling about wearing such a provocative outfit in such a proper setting. It was like wearing a scandalous costume to a fancy masquerade ball.
He smoothed a stray hair from his face, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of the bonnet that framed it. The fabric was soft, almost like a lover's caress. He felt a flutter in his stomach at the thought. This was a side of himself he had never explored before, and yet, it felt so...right.
The house was empty today, the wealthy couple that owned it off to some social function or another, leaving him with hours of solitude to indulge in his newfound identity. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the faint scent of the expensive perfume that clung to his clothes. The silence was a velvet blanket, enveloping him in a world where he could be anyone, do anything.
"I'm going to have so much fun today," he said to the empty room, his voice a sultry purr.
Now, dressed in his illicit finery, he felt like a character from one of those naughty French maid fantasies. He giggled to himself, the sound high and airy, as he imagined the shock on the faces of the guests if they were to walk in and find him like this. But no, they wouldn't. Today was his day to revel in his transformation, his day to be the woman he always knew he could be.
But there was too much to do, too much to explore.
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