Honors

By: Bea

 “Mary?”  Alice said.  “Stop fussing about the bloody weather. Come here and
help me into my dress”  I looked at the rain beating against the windows.  Shook
my head.
“No way love!”  I laughed.  “Just trying to seduce me.  Got your new satin
uniform on and feeling all sexy.  Is that what this is?  A rainy day seduction?”
She laughed.  “Away with you!  Who’d want a kiss from a grumpy old broad like
you?  huh?”
I tossed my head.  “Not what you were saying last night, was it?”
She giggled.  “You’re no gentleman.  No gentleman at all.!  Bet you’d kiss and
tell the first chance you got.”
“You need some sex education girl.”  I told her.  “If I don’t have the necessary
plumbing, I can’t be a gentleman now, can I?  Any kind of man, for that matter,
huh?”
“Stop it!”  she giggled.  “Getting me all sexed up.  That’s what you’re doing.
You do all right with what you got.  Now behave, and come here, and zip up my
dress!”

As I walked towards her, she turned her back.  I couldn’t help but admire the
womanly curves under her uniform - and she knew it.  Looked back over her
shoulder at me and got her eyes all dreamy.  I went and put my arms around her
waist, loving the feel of her under the satin.  Nuzzled her neck.  She let out a
contented little whimper.  I bit her gently.  She snaked her right hand out
behind her, and up under my petticoats.  Started stroking my inner thighs.
Gently stuck her fingers down between the top of my nylons and the flesh

I sighed, and widened the gap of her unfastened dress at the back.  Kissed her
there, right between the shoulder blades.  Slid my hands up to cup her full
breasts.  Her hand found it’s way to my centre.  I gasped a little with delight.
“You feel all nice and moist” she whispered.  “Thought you didn’t want to fool
around?”

As she said this, she turned around to face me, the dreamy look still there, but
mixed with the confidence that she’d got me going again.  We kissed, nice and
slow, nice and soft.  Her hands worked their way up my back, started unzipping
my dress.  It finally fell away from me.  I did the same to her.  We both
stepped out of our dresses at the same time, then kicked off our shoes -
starting to kiss with some heat now, tongues probing with a little more strength
- lips starting to meet together with a little more firmness.

Our petticoats were too full and got in the way, so they were the next things to
go.  A few seconds later, we were on top of her bed, both seeking consumnation
of the sex needs that drove us.  It took us a while though - a nice leisurely
voyage of discovery for both.  About an hour later, we were both sated.  Lay
there on our backs, arms around each others shoulders, the rain still pounding
on the windows.
“Got to tell you Mary.  Love our little get togethers.  Never thought I’d enjoy
it so much with another woman.  You’re scrumptious!”  she was saying her words
softly, but happily.

She was a great lay.  Not my first girl, but luscious.  Womanly, soft, sweet.
Seductive.

It had taken me a long time to get her to bed the first time- she was SO scared
of what others might think.  We were both under-maids in a big house though - so
had lots of chances for ‘accidental’ meetings - and I took advantage.  Then ,
some time later, I’d seen the ad for a house needing two maids - and the money
was much better.  We checked it out - a young man and wife, newly wed  - not too
experienced in the hiring of ‘domestics’ - and, I thought more importantly, the
‘firing’ of domestics - were looking for servants who would combine the usual
maid duties with that of ‘cook’.  Alice is a great cook - and loves cooking.  I
think we were both surprised to get the job. Had a nice big room to share.  Had
our own bathroom, a nice big color TV, and a sofa that was deep and comfy - and
just right for two girls to cuddle on.

Mr. and Mrs. George  Walsh.  Both shy, and obviously unused to hiring servants.
Had money. Hers I thought.  The minute I saw them - right before our interview -
I whispered to Alice  “Play it soft and young.  They won’t be looking for lots
of experience - trust me.  Smile a lot and tell then we’re just learning!”

I was dead on.  I think all the other, more experienced servants, they
interviewed scared them.  Now that I think on it?  They should have been scared
of ME!

“Mary?”  Alice was saying lazily.
“Yes love?”
“What got you onto girls?  Did you always prefer them?”

I thought for a minute. “Yes - and no.  Chased boys, like everybody else.  Just
when I caught them?  They seemed - I don’t know?  Missing something?  Always
rushing!  Fumbling around.  I don’t know.  And HAIRY!  God, I hate hairy!  Maybe
that what it was.  Girls are nice and soft - smell nicer - and never, ever, need
a shave!”

Alice laughed, rubbed her smooth ass up against me for a second.   “I think you
just like to be boss.  Play the male role.”
I shrugged.  “Maybe.  Don’t know.”
“C’mon Mary! I think you’re more macho than our boss - Mr.  George Walsh!”  She
giggled again.  “Ever wonder who’s on top when they make love?”

I laughed.  “Maybe not that exactly.  I wonder if they make love at all!  Does
either one have the nerve to start coming on to the other?”
Alice snuggled into me.  “You never had much of a problem that way, did you?
Not the way you came on to me?”

I laid back further, smiling.  All of a sudden, an idea came to me.
“Is George in the library?”
“Yes”
“The Missus?  When’s she due back?’
“God knows.  No earlier than eight o’clock.  Some volunteer meeting.”
“And it’s what now?  About three?”
“About.  What you got on your mind?” she drawled lazily.
“Some fun!” I answered.  “  Where’s that nice red lipstick of yours?”
“The REAL REAL red?” she laughed.
“You guessed it babe.  I want to borrow it.”  I said.
“Over on the dresser there.  Telling me you’re gonna borrow MY lipstick?  Girl
stuff?”
“Damn tootin’” I said.  “Now how’s about lashing up some tea and crumpets?”
“Hungry darlin’?”  she asked.
“Not really - about a half hour?”
“Sure thing honey.” she said
“Last thing? “  I said, stepping back into my petticoats. “Help me on with my
dress, would you  love?”

I looked at the rain pounding against the window panes.  God, I was bored!
Leslie off at some stupid meeting or another.  Me stuck  here in this ridiculous
big house - with nothing to do!  Sure - I could work on my illustrations for the
kiddies books - but did anyone think that someone would EVER pay me for these
amateurish scribbles?  What had I got myself into?  I sighed.  Watched the water
run down the windows.  Boy, this was fun!

I jumped when the knock came to the door.  “Yes?”  I called out.
“It’s me sir - Mary.  May I come in?”
“Of course.  What do you want?  The mistress is out at the moment.” I said, as
she swept into the library.

She curtsied - most gracefully, I thought, her eyes downcast.  “Oh yes sir.  But
we were wondering....?”
“WE?  Who are ‘WE’?”  I answered - pleased with the forcefulness of my voice.
“Why, me and Alice sir?”  She looked scared, so I relented somewhat.
“Well?  Speak up girl!  What are  ‘WE’ wondering about?”
“About our uniforms sir?”
“Your uniforms?  What are you blethering about?”  I asked loudly.

It must have been a lightning flash - or just the way the light hit her face -
but was that a flash of resentment I saw there?  I had to be mistaken, because
she gave me the sweetest, most apologetic smile.
“Sir?”  she said. “  We know that everything pertaining to us maids is the
mistresses bailliewick, so to speak....?”
“Yes.  That’s true.”  I admitted.  “Has to do with the house?  It’s Leslie’s
decision.”
She nodded subserviently.  “But sir?  You live here as well?”  Then she
curtsied!  I felt wonderful!  This beautiful, lithe, girl was subordinating
herself to me so nicely!
“Yes girl!” I snapped.  “Get it out!”
“Well sir?  Don’t know if you’re aware of it?  But Alice  - you know, the other
maid?”
“Of course I know who Alice is!”  I answered.
“Well, she made our new uniforms and ... we thought....?”
“For goodness sake!  Would you get ON with it?”  I was starting to laugh.

She smiled back at me.  Never could describe this girl as pretty, I thought -
more handsome than anything else. “ Well?  See what your opinion was sir.” she
was saying.  “Make sure that you approve as well.”
“That’s very nice of you Mary, but I’m afraid I don’t know anything about
dresses.....”
“Well, you’re a man sir.  You’re not expected to know anything about women’s
clothes, but I’ll bet you know what you like.”  she said, coming towards me,
around the back of my desk “See?  the outer dress is satin.  Here, feel it.
Doesn’t it feel lovely?”

She was literally crowding up against me now.  “No need to get embarrassed sir.
Just feel it.  It feels lovely!”
I had to do something.  Put my hand out, touched the silky material. “Yes, yes!”
 I said.  Very nice!  Lovely!”   Snatched my hand back again.
She was laughing at me now.  “Sir? It won’t bite!  Here, take it between your
thumb and finger  Yes!  doesn’t it feel good?  Have you ever worn satin?”  She
tutted “What am I saying?  You’re a man! Of course you haven’t.   Now feel the
materials in the petticoats...”

To my horror, she had lifted her skirt to reveal the layers of petticoat
underneath.  I was beginning to feel most intimidated by this crazy maid.  Took
the materials in my hand.  “Yes Mary.  Very  pretty!”

I was hoping that my ordeal was over, but it wasn’t.  She now lifted all of the
petticoat layers.  I could see the tops of her stockings, the lacy edge of her
panties.  “Yes” she was saying  “Alice made the petticoats too.  I hope you
appreciate the workmanship. Look at the seams - and all these layers!”  And she
was now so close to me that her underskirts actually were over the arm of my
chair.
“Yes Mary.  Lovely work.  She’s very talented.  Thank you for showing this to
me.”  I was babbling now, just wanting this lunatic girl to back away from me.
My prayers were answered.  She stepped back and allowed her clothes to return to
their proper configuration.   She also dropped her eyes demurely.
“Thank you sir.  So you like this dress?  Like the petticoat?”

“Absolutely Mary.  Please tell Alice that in my humble opinion she did an
excellent job.” I said, starting to feel less pressured.
“You are SO kind sir!  I’ll be sure to tell her that.”  She started to curtsey,
then paused.  “Sir?  It’s been a rotten day.  Very Gloomy.  Alice is preparing
some tea and crumpets.  Would you like some?  It’ll pass the time?”
“That sounds wonderful Mary.  Yes, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.  Good
idea!”
She beamed at me.  “Oh wonderful sir!  You’ve no idea how much a couple of young
girls like us need a man to talk to every so often.  How nice of you to join
us!”
I swallowed quickly.  “Join you?  Oh, I’m afraid I misunderstood....”

Her face fell.  “Oh.”  she said.  Then she put a patently false smile on her
face.  “I’m sorry for being so stupid sir.  What was I thinking of.  You are the
owner - the master of the house.  Why would I expect you to join a couple of
stupid servant girls?  And?  What would the mistress say?  I’m sorry sir.  Truly
I am.”
She curtsied quickly and started to move away.  “I’ll bring your tea and
crumpets up here, shall I sir?” she added sadly.

I felt such a SNOB!  Here was this young girl reaching out to me in friendship -
and I was rejecting her because she was a social inferior!  Impulsively, I held
up my hand.  “Mary?  Where are you ladies going to have your tea and crumpets?”
“The kitchen sir.  May I ask why you want to know?”
“With your permission?  May I join you there in, say, fifteen minutes?”

Her face was illuminated by a wide grin. “Why certainly sir!  It would be our
pleasure!”  She curtsied and, beaming, left the room.

Alice was humming one of her little tunes when I went into the kitchen.  “You
look like the cat that ate the cream.”  she said.  “Why the smug look?”
“Got enough tea and crumpets for three?”  I asked instead of answering.
“Yeah.  Why?” she asked, then grimaced.  “Aw dammit Mary!  If he wants tea and
crumpets, you’ll be the one that serves him in the library, not me.  What did
you go and do a thing like that for?”
“No serving required, my darling,”  I said snootily.  “He is coming to join us -
as MY guest of course.”

She gawked at me.  “Here?  In the kitchen?  What are you up to?”
“I don’t really know,”  I admitted.  “Just a little feeling I have about our
lord and master.  Think I’m going to have - no let me rephrase that  - think
that WE’RE going to have some fun with him before we’re done. He should be here
in a few minutes.  Now, just follow my lead, eh?”
“Sure!”  she laughed.  “Say this for you Mary, life isn’t dull around you.
Where do you want him to sit?”
“The couch I think.”  Then a thought struck me. “Yes - the couch!  and when you
come to sit - you take one side of him.  I’ll take the other.  Okay!”

I was regretting my actions almost before Mary left the room.  What was I
thinking of?  I’d never been anywhere that servants were used until now, but I
had a very good idea that it wasn’t considered too smart to be hob-nobbing with
them.  But, there again, Leslie had been accusing me somewhat of being too
stand-offish with the girls, so I could always say it was because of her
comments that I was following the path that I was.

I thought of putting on a fresh shirt, but decided against it.  Wasn’t a formal
tea party I giggled to myself.  A short sleeve polo shirt and slacks would be
fine.  I did go to our bathroom and give my face a rinse and combed my hair.
Hope the girls will be properly honored , I mused.

As I did all of this, I had this funny feeling.  Couldn’t quite put my finger on
it.  Almost as if I were frightened?  No, it couldn’t be that. All my life I’d
been small, and often teased by girls who were bigger than me.  But it couldn’t
be that, could it?  Surely I wasn’t scared of a couple of MAIDS for god’s sake!
But I could feel the tenseness in my body.  Couldn’t seem to be able to take a
deep breath.  I finally shook my head to clear the nonsense away and walked
downstairs to the kitchen.  Could hear the friendly, girlish, chatter as I got
there.  Appreciated the friendly smiles when I knocked on the door and said
“Safe to come in, girls?”

“Of course sir!” they said in unison. “Would you like to sit here sir?”  Mary
suggested, pointing to a bench/sofa  type thing.  “You have the place of honor!
Right in the middle there!”
“Thank you very much.”  I replied, smiling, and sat down in the middle - then
noticed that there were cups and saucers set up on a long low table in front of
where I sat - and that I was going to have a girl on each side of me!  My
nervousness returned.

Both girls were extremely well turned out in identical uniforms.  Black satin
overdresses that occasionally allowed flashes of  full tiered petticoats of
pristine white underneath.  Lacy white aprons - immaculate, and matching caps,
frilled and feminine.  At the same time, they seemed so large.  Took up so much
room. I felt surrounded by femininity.  This was increased when they finally
finished pouring the teas and setting the crumpets on the table, and settled in
beside me - with a great deal of silken rustling from their dresses.  When Mary
leaned forward to get a drink of her tea, it was if any spatial territory I had
the expectation of was further reduced, as I now seemed to be sitting almost
directly behind her.

“Isn’t this cozy?”  Alice laughed.  “It’s good that you’re so tiny sir.  That
big lump on the other side of you is always hogging the room.  I’m always
yelling at her.”
But, as she spoke, she did almost the same thing!  I felt as if I was being
smothered.
“The master was admiring your dress Alice earlier on.”  Mary said. “Weren’t you
sir?”
“Oh?  Do you like dresses sir?”  Alice asked me.
“Well.  Pretty ones like you’ve made here.  The uniforms I mean.  I mean .. I
don’t like dresses for me...”
I was blushing and stammering dreadfully.  To make things worse, Mary patted my
knee gently.  “No need to be embarrassed sir.  I don’t think that Alice was
asking if you liked to wear dresses.  Though it would be all right if you
did....?”
“Of course it would be sir.”  Alice stated firmly.  “Frankly?  I think its a
shame that a man can’t be allowed to put on a pretty dress now and then...and
with your build...?”

I coughed.  Tried to recover my composure.  Struggled up out of the satin cocoon
that seemed to be forming about me.  Was suddenly aware of my companion's
perfume.  Not overmuch, just pleasant, but I was in the middle of it!  Managed
to get my hands on my cup.  Gratefully took a sip of tea.
“Delicious!”  I croaked.
“And Alice?  He was admiring the petticoats you made as well!”  Mary added.

Alice blushed prettily and lifted her dress to reveal her own petticoats.
“Thank you sir!  It was nice of you to say that!  Did you notice the seams?  I
was very proud of  them...”
“Oh yes!  Very well done!  Though I’m not an expert of course!”
“Well I think it’s very nice of you sir!  You’re the very first man I’ve ever
met that was interested in sewing women’s lingerie.  I could teach you some time
if you’re interested?”

I was speechless.  I seemed to have got into some sort of position with TWO
lunatic girls where they assumed  I was interested in this feminine frippery!
And, before I could think of an answer, Mary was unpinning her cap - and handing
it to me!
“Yes sir!  Just look at the detail on this cap here.  Yes, I know it just looks
like a piece of twisted ribbon, but have a look at the cunning construction..”

And Alice was now leaning in on me even more, her fingernail tracing out areas
of the cap, showing how she had re-inforced that to do this - all sorts of
things that I had no interest in.  At the same time, manners dictated that I
listen to my hostess.  I surrendered and sank into a sea of feminine sights and
sounds.

Our little tea party didn’t last much longer, thank goodness.  I hope my delight
at getting out of their clutches didn’t show too much.  Though there was a tiny
little incident that bothered me.  After we had finished discussing the cap,
Mary reached in and took it from me.  As she lifted it to re-affix it to her
hair, she paused and a strange look came into her eyes.  I honestly felt as if
she was considering putting it on me!
That moment passed though, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, back in the
safety of my own bedroom.

He wasn’t thirty seconds out of the kitchen when Alice burst out laughing.
“Mary!  What are you doing to that poor man?” she managed to say finally.  “He’s
like a little rabbit in front of a snake!”

I went and bumped foreheads with her.  Threw my arms around her neck.  “Me?
What about your ‘Do you like dresses sir?’  Oh Alice that was precious!  His
face!  Ooooh!  I think I need to go to the bathroom!”

When I got back, we had both sobered up - a little anyway.

“I don’t know.  Is he scared of you?”  Alice asked.  “He acts  funny - almost as
if he’s expecting you to hit him.”
“That’s the impression he gives me as well”  I answered  “But I think he’s
scared of you too.”
“Think he’s frightened of women in general”  Alice asked.
“Seems fond enough of his wife.  Doesn’t seem scared of her.”  I said.  “Can’t
figure it out.”
“You’ll figure it out.  I’m sure of that.”  Alice told me.

I’ll admit to being a little upset  by the time I got home.  That Mrs. Robinson
on the steering committee for the library volunteers.  She was really bossy.
Had wasted so much time in the afternoon spouting off her opinions instead of
letting us all do what we were there for.  Then Jenny being late for our dinner
date - and whining about her new boyfriend the whole meal.  I couldn’t see how
she could always act the part of the more experienced ‘woman’ when we were
together.  Laughing at George - making snide comments.  Calling him ‘Rambo’ with
that sneer in her voice.  What had she done that was so great?  A whole mess of
boyfriends - and I’m pretty sure that some had beaten her a few times.

George would never do that to me, that was for sure.  He is SO nice.  Wouldn’t
hurt a fly.  Very considerate and .. well ... cuddly.  Not mean and aggressive.
Nice and ... soft ... gentle.  Sometimes I wished....

And that waitress!  Slow and insolent.  I just have to learn how to demand
things.  We were there first - and all she did was spend most of her time
flirting with that hunk who was by himself in the booth...  Well, maybe I
couldn’t blame her.  But I really don’t care for my meal to be cold.  I have to
learn to speak up I guess.

Then all this rain.  They’re forecasting it for another week!  It’s so
depressing!

And then George acting all funny when I did get home.  Guilty or something.
Almost as if he was ashamed.  When he kissed me ‘hello’ I could feel the heat
coming from his cheeks.  Wonder if he’s coming down with a cold?

But bless Alice.  How did she know I was starving?  What a lovely omelette she
made for me - just perfect!  She is such a pretty girl - and I loved her new
uniform! Told her she could make as many as she wanted - I’ll be more than glad
to pay for the materials.  When I touched her arm that time?  Under the satin
she felt lovely.  Warm and  ... stop it Leslie!


Maybe I’m cursed with feminine intuition?   I DID try and keep Leslie at home
today, but she wouldn’t listen!  More concerned about that stupid library than
me!
“George!”  she said firmly.  “I’m the youngest - and the newest Board member.”
“And you also live the furthest out of town Leslie.  Nobody’ll blame you for not
driving into town in this kind of weather.” I protested.
“But I’ve nothing to DO here!”
“You could keep me company!”  I moaned.
“Oh George - you silly doofus!”  she laughed and gave me a kiss.
“Gonna be home for dinner tonight?” I whined.
“Yes - of course darling.  I told Alice that we’ll be a little later though.
Drinks at six, dinner at seven fifteen?  Okay darling?”
“Yes Leslie. Have a nice day.”

“How come you’re taking so much care with your makeup?”  Alice asked.  “Some
more devilment on your mind?”
“Moi?  Never!  You gonna be sewing this morning - right?”
She brightened up - Alice is a girl that just loves to do feminine things -
“Yeah!  I’ve got two more petticoats almost wrapped up.  You should see what I’m
going to do ....” She faltered to a stop.  “As if you were interested.  Right?”
she added, but smiled.
“You got that right kid!”  I said, putting the top on the lipstick tube.  “Gonna
be starting soon?”
“Soon as I can get my cute little buns up there”  she answered, heading for the
door.  Stopped.  “I can feel it!  You’ve got something on your evil mind, don’t
you?”
I widened my eyes, innocence all over my face.
“Knew it!”  she said, going out of the door.

She caught me doing the crossword.  She did knock, but didn’t wait for me to
answer.  Just came right on into the room.  “Good morning sir!  Glad to see
you’re not busy.”  Curtsied.  “Alice will be delighted!”
“About what?”  I was stupid enough to ask.
“Well?  She’s sewing petticoats this morning.  She thinks that they’re probably
complicated things for you to understand, but even just watching?  You’ll pick
up a lot.  She’s just setting up now.  Want to come along?”
“To watch her sewing?  I don’t think so.”  I said this firmly, but she fixed an
unblinking stare on me.

“I thought you were fairer than that sir!  You told her of your interest
yesterday.  Got her all excited?  Now you’re saying you don’t want to?  She’s my
friend - my very best friend - and I hate to see her hurt!  It’s not that she’s
expecting a lot.  Just a little bit of your time?”
“But I’ve got things to do!”  I said, but could hear the defensive tone in my
voice.
“Of course sir.  That’s understood.  But you don’t want to hurt Alice’s
feelings, do you?”
“Of course not.  All right then - but just for a few minutes. Understood!”
“Thank you sir.  You won’t regret it.”

Don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on Alice’s face when I led him into her
sewing room.  To tell the truth, I think she was a little disgusted at being
interrupted by my shenanigans - but saw the potential for fun.
I spoke before she had a chance to screw it up  “He just can’t stay away Alice!
Bursting for you to show him your sewing secrets!”
“Wonderful!  Come in sir.  Let me get you a smock.  Don’t want you getting your
clothes all thready and stuff..”
He started to give out some kind of protest, but I shut him up.  “Oh sir!  Don’t
be silly.  You really need one if you’re to help Alice - hell, even I have to
put one on when I help.  Nobody’ll laugh.  Here’s a nice blue one!”  And I have
him in a pretty velvet smock - blue, with pink flowers on the Peter Pan collars
and am buttoning him down the back before he knows it!

And, all morning, my feminine girlfriend is a tiger!  Won’t let him get away!
Tells him that he’s doing SO well, that he must have a natural talent for
dressmaking!  When I go in to tell them that lunch is ready - naturally, he’s
eating with us now - she has him crawling around her, pinning up something or
other while she’s standing there in her petticoats giving him orders!

Still wearing his cute smock, he eats lunch with us. He’s somewhat embarrassed I
think, but gradually settling into the role I want for him - one of us girls.  I
can’t believe how docile and sweet he’s become. I tell him this and he blushes.
Then I call him Georgette.  He looks as if he’s going to cry, so I go and give
him a hug - then kiss him as if he was a girl.  Naturally, I leave some of my
lipstick on his mouth.  Take my fingertip and spread it just a touch. Tell him
how nice the color is on him.  He does cry.  Alice comforts him with hugs.
Tells him that I’m just an old meanie - but then agrees that the color would
look nice on him too.  I’m laughing inside, seeing him squirm as Alice and I
then discuss what type of cosmetics would  make him ‘prettier’.  He even agrees
that he should take ‘his turn’ at doing the lunch dishes.  Stands all meek and
mild as I put an apron on him to protect his pretty smock!

I am so ashamed!  Humiliated!  How can I possibly explain allowing these servant
girls to treat me the way they did yesterday?  Putting  a woman's smock on me. 
Allowing myself to be taught  how to sew woman’s lingerie!  Clearing up dishes
for maids!  Crying!  Accepting being called Georgette!  I can’t let this go any
further. Must put my foot down!  Starting now!

I found little Georgette hiding in the library.  He looked so nice and cute.  So
scared.  Wanting to be so manly !  It was easy to see that he had every
intention of revolting against my authority - tight lips, holding himself very
erect in his chair.  Thought I’d play with him for a  while.
“Good morning sir!” I said cheerily.  “Another ugly day?” and gave him a sweet
curtsey.  I think I threw him off by being so cheerful and maid-like.
“Yes.  Dreadful!”  He said.  (I almost died!  He’d dropped the tone of his voice
about two levels - he was being macho-man!)
I went over to the window that looked out over the garden.  “Yes sir and if I
may say so sir?”
“Yes?”  (voice still down in the lower registers)
“A man of your energy!  To be cooped up like this!  If you don’t mind me saying?
 You should have a hobby sir - something physical.  Something to keep your body
tuned.?’
“Never have been a  man for hobbies.  Would rather do something constructive -
you know, build things - do things.  Hate the thought of  exercise for
exercise’s sake.  Seems so narcissistic.”  (His voice was still deeper than
normal, but getting back up to the normal soft voice he used).

“Yes sir.  Very pragmatic sir.”  Curtsied again.  “I’m just going to vacuum the
hallway outside here sir.  Just wanted to ask if it would disturb you sir?”
The relief that washed over his face was almost funny.  He waved his hand
dismissively.  “No Mary.  You won’t disturb me.  Just carry on.”
“Thank you sir.”  Curtsey again.  Walk to door.  Open door.  Start to leave.
Turn back to face him.  “Sir?  Sorry.  Quite forgot. Lunch at usual time?”
He looked a little nervous.  “Yes.  Would one of you girls bring it up here?  I
think I’ll work through lunch”
(He’s back to his normal voice I notice).
“Oh sir!  Please don’t ask that!  Alice and me?  We’ll be SO disappointed.”  I
look at the floor, then shyly back up at him again. “We thought of doing
something ‘special’.  Alice has put a LOT of thought into it.  Please don’t
disappoint us?”
As I come to the end of what I’m saying,  I let the smile disappear, and start
giving him the ‘stare’.  He starts to fidget.  Won’t look at me.
“Well Mary.  I don’t mean to sound...”
“SIR!”  I say firmly, interrupting him.  Stare coldly.
He blushes a deep red.  “Well - if it means that much to you girls.  But just
this last time.  Understood?”
I give him my best smile.  “Perfectly sir!  And thank you so much.  Eleven
thirty in the kitchen then?”
He nods - a sickly expression on his face.  I smile then go outside the room.
Do not start the vacuum.  About three minutes later, the library door opens -
very slowly, very quietly.  He peeked out - like a frightened little mouse.
“Looking for something sir?”  I asked loudly.  The poor dear jumped about a foot
in the air, stuttered something, then closed the door.  ‘Think you can escape
Mary that easily darling?’  I said to myself.

I knew something awful was waiting for me in that kitchen.  But what was I to
do?  I had really tried to stop that she-devil Mary from continuing her program
of humiliation, but didn’t seem to have the strength of will or purpose to stop
her.  I consoled my self somewhat.  I had acted firmly with her at the beginning
of the conversation.  Maybe had given her a sign that I wasn’t that much of a
pushover?   I wished with all my heart that I hadn’t given in to her forceful
invitation - but maybe it would be something normal - one of my favorite dishes
perhaps?  Alice had been asking me what foods I preferred while we’d been sewing
the previous day - maybe it was just that?  I brightened up.

It wasn’t that, or anything like it.  When I entered the kitchen, both girls had
kind - but condescending looks on their faces.  Mary stepped in behind me, and
shut the door quietly, cutting of any chance I had of retreat.
They were wearing uniforms similar to the ones of the previous day, and again,
even though standing, I got the same sense of claustrophobia, of being drawn
into and smothered in femininity.

Alice came forward to greet me.  Kissed me on the cheek.  “Thank you for coming
dear.  You’ve been so nice, we thought we’d give you a nice reward.  Shut your
eyes please?”
“No reward is necessary Alice!  Please.  I was just trying...”
“Georgette!  Shut your eyes please.  Don’t open them until we tell you!”  This
came for Mary, behind me.
“Please girls?  Please don’t...” I started to plead helplessly, but closed my
eyes.
“Just shush dear!”  came from Alice in front and close to me.  And I felt
something go over my head.  Then something was tied at my back.
“Just a sec more dear.”  Alice said, and I felt something being clipped into my
hair, then adjusted.
“Very nice Alice.  Looks good.”  Mary said.  “C’mon Georgette.  Don’t open your
eyes now, until  I tell you.”  She pulled me about for or five feet.  “Okay
dear.  Open up!”

The mirror in front of me reflected a tiny man in a full, frilled apron, and a
matching maid’s cap.
“Welcome - Honorary Maid Georgette!
“Ahem?”  Came from Alice.  “Junior,  Mary - Junior!”
Mary looked puzzled, then laughed softly.  “Oh Alice - such a stickler for
titles!  Sorry - Junior Honorary Maid Georgette!”  Then she added “I don’t see
what difference it makes.”
Alice made a little ‘huff’ of indignation.  “Maybe you don’t care if she
curtseys you or not, but I care for her to curtsey me!”

I listened indignantly - they were talking about me!  It seemed that my name was
now permanently Georgette, I was now a ‘her’ - and supposed to curtsey THEM?  I
coughed to draw their attention.  They smiled at me.  “Ladies?...” I started.
“Oh no Georgette!” Alice interrupted.  “We’re maids - not ladies.  Just use
“Miss” when you talk to us.”
“Miss?”
“Yes - like ‘Miss Alice’ when you talk to me.  ‘Miss Mary’ when you talk to
Mary.  See?  Not that hard, is it?”
“And don’t forget to curtsey Miss Alice”  Mary added sarcastically.
“But.. but... “ I stammered.
“Georgette!”  Alice cautioned me.  “You’re forgetting !  Already!”
“Alice! Stop being so mean!” Mary said.  “Georgette probably doesn’t even know
how to curtsey properly.  Is that what it is dear?”

I grasped at the straw.  “Yes.  I don’t know how .. “  I was going to add  ‘nor
want to’ but got interrupted again by Mary.  “Well?  Let me show you.”

It took me less than five minutes to learn how to curtsey to their satisfaction
- and when (which seemed to be just about any time one of them spoke to me) -
but ONLY when I was wearing my honorary ‘insignia’ of course - the maids cap and
apron.

Lunch was a pleasant enough meal - I was allowed to go into an ‘informal’ mode
while we ate together - I had to serve it up of course, and do the clean up
afterwards  - ‘“That’s the bad side of being an honorary maid”  Mary chuckled.
I was allowed to leave after that, but only after I was warned to make sure I
kept my cap and apron sparkling clean and ironed at all times.  I had to curtsey
them as I left.


I looked at Alice knowing the awestruck expression was showing on my face.
“Junior  Honorary Maid!  Where did you come up with that one?  Bloody brilliant!
 Miss Alice!  You are a holy terror girl!  That’s what you are!”
She smiled complacently.  “I thought I did a nice job on the cap and apron,
didn’t you?  Fitted our little Georgette to a ‘t’, wouldn’t you say?”
“Maybe dear - but it was nothing like the number you worked on him, I’d say.”

She smirked. “Don’t you mean ‘her’?”
I said, “Seriously?  I think you maybe have a ‘thing’ for our feminine little
friend”
She looked thoughtful.  “Seriously?  I wouldn’t mind taking her in hand for a
while.


The day after my ‘induction’ I awoke with dread.  What humiliations were to be
piled on my head that day?  As it happened though,  Leslie decided that she
needed a break from her volunteer work and suggested we take a short trip into
the nearest big town for some shopping.  I think she was surprised at my
eagerness to join her, as I had usually refused all like offers in the past.
Once there, I didn’t have any problems in convincing her that we should maybe
stay and have dinner?   Take in a show?  Get a hotel room for the night?

George’s behaviour keeps puzzling me.  He seems strangely nervous all the time.
Looks like he’s about to jump out of his skin.  I saw him talking to Mary and
Alice - he kept making funny little gestures with his hands - sort of grabbing
the sides of his pants.  Did the same thing with me a few times.  He seems - I
don’t know - frightened?  Timid?

I had a dog once.  A good size, but the biggest scaredy cat.  He’d run in behind
my skirts if another dog even looked at him.  George has something the same look
about him.

And, here’s a man who usually sneers if I even think of inviting him on a
shopping trip - just jumping at the chance.  And so obviously scared of going
home after we’re finished - acting all cute and cuddly - kinda girlish? to get
me to agree to stay in town for the night.  Neither of us had any nightwear of
course, but we bought toothbrushes and stuff at a drugstore.  In the hotel, he
was SO shy at being in the nude in front of me, that it really turned me on!
For the first time in our married life, I was the aggressor.  The sex was great!
 I really enjoyed being on top - and truthfully?  I think he seemed glad to give
up that position. I may just try that again.

It was such a relief to finally have sex again.  I’d been getting a little horny
(such an UN-ladylike word) over the last few days.  For some reason I’ve been
getting  flashes of Mary - the maid for goodness sake! - flashing  in behind my
eyes.  Maybe I’m turning gay?

Alice and I had a great time after Leslie called to say they wouldn’t be home
that night.  I put on my terry robe and my royal blue pajamas.  Alice was
stunning in a lace and nylon nightgown she’d made.  She’d pre-made dinner -
which I served up.  After we’d finished,  I started in on doing the dishes, but
she got her ‘dreamy’ expression on again, and smiled seductively from the couch.
“Aw come on Alice!”  I complained. “These dishes will be a bitch if we don’t get
them done right away, and...”
“Georgette won’t mind doing them tomorrow.  Will she?  I think she needs the
practice.  And me?  I need something else, I think.”  She lay back in the couch
and lifted her lovely arms invitingly.
“That’s a thought.” I said  “But I think I don’t care whether she minds doing
the dishes or not.”  I laughed and put the dishcloth down.  Walked slowly
towards her, savoring what was to come.


Leslie just had a quick shower when we got home, got dressed and took off after
giving me a quick kiss.  She seemed different somehow.  Stronger?  More
confident?

It wasn’t five minutes after she left that I heard Mary’s voice calling 
“Georgette? Little Georgette?  Where are you?  We’re waaaiiittttiinnng!  Come
out, come out, wherever you are!”

I rushed into my apron and pinned my cap in place.  Ran out of my door.  “Coming
Miss Mary!  Coming!”

She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.  “Alice thought you might
not want to come and help us this morning.  Was going to ask me to come up and
get you.  I told her that you were just getting ready and that there was no need
to get upset with you.  You really do want to come and help, don’t you
Georgette?  Learn how to be a proper maid?”
“Yes Miss Mary”  I said, and curtseyed.
“Lovely!  Now just let me adjust your cap, and your apron bow?  You’ll really
need to learn how to tie a pretty bow.  Honestly - you young girls!”
She laughed when I blushed at her reprimand.

It seemed that Alice was busy sewing something, so I didn’t see her for a while.
 There was an awful pile of dirty dishes that hadn’t been soaked or anything and
it took me a long time to get them all done and put in the dishwasher.  Then I
was given dusting, then vacuuming to do.  That kept me occupied until lunchtime.


I gave Alice a hand in the kitchen, setting up the table and washing the lettuce
for a small salad she was making.  She was very nice to me, and I actually
enjoyed her company.  I couldn’t quite figure out why she was at her meanest
when Mary was around, but was too scared to ask why.

I had to polish the silver before I was finished for the day.  Just as I was
finished, Mary came into the room and struck up a conversation.  She made a
request - no, that’s not correct - ordered me to do something that night.  I
started to cry in fear and humiliation,and threatened not to do it.  She just
smiled a terrible smile, and told me what the consequences would be.  She ended
this awful talk by presenting me with a small, very light parcel, wrapped in
pink paper.  “This is from Alice.  She’s worked very hard at making them for you
today.  You might want to go and thank her?”

Curtseying and blushing, eyes tearful with the shame, I thanked Miss Alice for
the seven pair of  lace-edged satin panties she’d made for me.  Assured her that
I could hardly wait to try them on - and that I realized now that I should have
been wearing panties for a long time - and would start correcting that situation
immediately.  Shattered at the conversations with both women, I climbed the
stairs totally subjugated.

I could feel ‘something’ in the air the minute I got home that afternoon.
George was even more fearful and nervous.  I saw that the ‘twitching’ of his
hands was even more prevalent.  I seriously thought that it  might be an idea to
get him to a doctor’s.  Alice had made a marvellous dinner - what a find she is!
 I even had a few drinks before, and after, dinner.  Could hardly keep my eyes
off of Mary.  Gosh, she’s a handsome woman!  I could feel myself get all squirmy
and moist sometimes when she looked at me!

Something funny happened at dinner.  Just for conversation, I asked  “George?
What did you do all day?”
He jumped as if he’d been shot!  But what was strange?  He looked at Mary, as if
he was looking for permission to speak?  She also had a peculiar expression on
her face.  ‘What in god’s name was going on?’ I thought.  If I didn’t know my
shy little husband, I’d swear that something.....

We watched TV for a while, but it was boring.  On top of that? To tell the
truth, I don’t know if it was the drinks, or George’s ‘scared’ act - but I was
getting turned on!

I made a phony yawn.  “Sack time George.  Wanna come?”
“It’s kinda early dear, don’t you think?” he said.

I don’t know whether it was his servile manner or what, but something possessed
me to stare at him and say firmly “Bed time George!”
The look of fear in his eyes was genuine I thought, a tiny jolt of pleasure
coursing through me.  Again, he made that funny gesture with his hands, almost
as if he was grabbing for something at his thighs.  Mary giggled!  I actually
heard her, but by the time I’d turned to look, there was no evidence on her
face.  Her eyes were bright though.  ‘What a smashing looking woman’ came
through my head like lightning.  ‘Wonder if she’d mind coming to bed?’

In our bedroom I stripped off and got into my slinkiest nightie quickly.  Lay
squirming inside it, waiting for my dolt of a husband.  He had stripped himself
down to everything but his pants.
“George?  Am I going to have to drag you into bed?”  I asked in a honeyed,
sarcastic, tone.
He looked at me, his eyes haunted.  “Leslie?”  Licked his lips nervously.
“What darling?”
“I’d like to borrow .. may I?... I don’t suppose you’d mind...?  Sounds
crazy...”
“Borrow what, for god’s sake!  Would you stop dithering like a stupid woman!” I
hissed.

He looked at the floor.  Blushed.  “You know that teal nightgown of yours?”
I shrugged.  “Guess I should.  It’s mine, isn’t it?”
He lifted his eyes.  Looked at me pleadingly.  The light went on in my brain!
“You want to borrow - wear?  My teal nightgown?  Why?”
He looked down at the carpet.  Didn’t answer me.
I was absolutely blind with fury for a few seconds, then the thought struck me.
This might be fun!
“Want to be pretty for Leslie?  My little Georgy Porgy want to play dress up?  
Oooo!  Bet you’ll look nice.  But first?  Take these silly pants and your
underpants off.  I want to see you get my - I mean your - nightie from the
closet - in the nude.  Come on now!”

The speed he dropped his pants amazed me - actually stripped both his pants and
underpants at the same time.  he almost got away with it - would have, except I
got a glimpse - just a flash of color - or texture, that jangled in my brain.
“What was that dear?”  I asked.  “Show me these underpants please?”

His face was pale when he showed me the yellow satin, white lace edged, panties
he’s been wearing.
“We’ll talk about them later darling.” I said slowly.  “Just go and put your
nightie on.”  I noticed he’d an erection.
‘He’s enjoying this humiliation’ I thought.  ‘maybe give him a little more?”

I could see his hands shake as he slipped my nightdress over his head, and let
it cascade down his body.  It fitted him just fine.  Maybe needed a little
padding for the bust, but not absolutely necessary.  I slipped out of bed and
went up to him.  Wrapped my arms about him, the silken materials of our
nightgowns coming together in a very stimulating way.
“Hi pretty girl, “ I whispered.  “Let’s make you really pretty for Leslie.”

He cried when I put some lipstick - not much, and a  few dabs of perfume on him
- my little sissy husband, then I took him - or should I say ‘her’? to bed.
Great sex!  Best ever!  Three times during the night!  Guess who was on top all
three times?

I woke up.  Everything felt strange, smelled strange.  A soft, warm, arm was
draped over my chest.  It felt possessive somehow.  As if it ‘owned’ me.  I had
an erection, which wasn’t unusual this early in the morning - but I felt raw,
and ‘used’ down there, which was.  Sleepily, I slid my hand down to scratch
myself.  felt something silky and nice under my fingers.  The underside of my
upper arm seemed to be rubbing against something nice - but, scratchy?  I
squeezed my eyes open, saw the teal lace covering my breasts.  What the hell?

My eyes opened wide, some of the events from the previous night forcing
themselves back into my memory.  Oh god!  What had I done!  What had I allowed
to be done to me?

I sensed that Leslie was awake, before my eyes saw her wide stare looking at me.
“Morning sweetie!  Thought you’d never wake up!”  She gave me a big smile, a
contented expression behind her eyes.  “Gonna go grab me a cup of coffee?  It’s
almost seven.  Alice will have made it by now.”

I inhaled deeply. “Sure.  Think I can smell it.  Hold on.”  I got up and padded
to my closet.  Started pulling my nightdress over my head.  Heard  Leslie call
“Sweetie?  What are you doin’?”
“Goin’ for your coffee honeybun.”  I replied cheerfully.
“That’s GOOD lover!  Just leave your nightgown on.  There’s a pretty matching
peignoir inn the closet.  Just put that on instead, Okay?”
Then she added.  “On second thoughts?  Why don’t you come and tell me what’s
been going on?”


“Hey  Mary?  Wake up!  Come get a gander at our little Georgette!”  Alice was
whispering in my ear.
“Wha..?  Eh? Georgette?”
“Shut up!  Come and see out little girl.  She’s getting coffee for the
mistress.”
I staggered out of bed and pulled my terry robe over my pajamas. Went towards
the kitchen, Alice tugging me along by the sleeve of my robe.  I wasn’t awake by
the time we’d got to the kitchen, but what waited for me there opened my eyes
quickly enough.
“Caught her here.  Told her to wait until I fetched you.” Alice said. “Isn’t she
just the cutest thing you ever did see?”

I had to agree.  Our erstwhile employer - George - stood there in a matching
nightgown and peignoir set, the negligee tied at the neck with a narrow ribbon -
in a neat little bow of course.  His lipstick was smudged, and there was an aura
of perfume surrounding him.  I blinked.
“So?  You did ask to borrow her nightgown?”
“Yes Mary - she did.  According to Georgette, it’s you I have to thank?”
Leslie’s voice came from the doorway.

I did jump a little, but wasn’t really surprised.  What she said next, did make
me smile.

I waited a few minutes  after Georgette left the room.  It hadn’t taken much for
me to force the truth out of her.  She looked so pretty after I tied her in her
peignoir that I was seriously tempted to take her back to bed.  At the same
time, I figured I had other fish to fry - and there was no time like the
present.  I slipped into my own  negligee, ran a brush through my hair quickly,
freshened my lipstick - and applied a hasty splash of perfume.  Slid my slippers
on to my feet, and followed my husband downstairs - quietly.

I heard Alice catch him in the kitchen and peeked around the door.  She had him
in her arms and was kissing him - as if she was a man, and he was a woman.  I’d
suspected as much from what he’d told me.  I heard her tell him to wait while
she got Mary, so pulled myself out of sight again until the two maids returned.
Heard Mary ask if he’d followed her instructions to humiliate himslf by asking
to wear my clothes.  I stepped into the doorway where I could be seen.
“Yes Mary - she did.  According to Georgette, it’s you I have to thank?”
She was surprised, but for a portion of a second only.  Turned and smiled
invitingly at me.  I returned her smile.  “Alice?”  I said.”  How’s about taking
Georgette with you down to your room?  You can have her for, say,  a few weeks?
Make her into a real girl?   Mary?  Want to join me upstairs?  We can..”  I
paused  “Talk?”

She smiled beautifully and walked towards me.

Alice put her arm around me, pulled me to her and gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek.  “Well, those two look like they’re a match, don’t they?  Why don’t you
come along with me?  You can be MY girlfriend.  I think I’ve got some old
uniforms of Mary’s that won’t need much in the way of alterations.  Isn’t it
wonderful how quickly you’ve promoted from being an Honorary - Junior Maid at
that, into the real thing?”
I nodded shyly.