I was at my home shalini knocked the door by 8 pm and invited me for dinner I went inside her house she was wearing her white nighty which was really ...omplimenting her dark complexion. She prepared a great meal and had a great time and she went to sleep.I was a bit dejected. The second day she prepared a meal better than last one and she went to sleep and I was viewing tv and she came and sat next to me.She said you are becoming a man now I can see you are becoming strong I can see that you are. For my first time I dressed in a lovely redsatin blouse with black mini skirt, my own black stockings and 4 " highheel shoes. Susie the proceeded to change my face with her make-upskills to take 10 years off my age, explaining what she was doing allthe way. Susie then found a long blonde wig to match my tarty look shehad made for me. Then came the manicure painting my long nails with abright red to match the blouse followed by the photo session and whatsome great pictures she took. The four. Fear was commonplace, no longer interesting alone, but an undercurrent of fear, a slight drone of fear, was not a bad base provided it was moderated with other sounds. And this fear was different, this edged over into the range of dread, not fear of pain, of death, but a more nuanced understanding of the future - a nice variation with a surprising smoothness to it. Also apprehension - such a layered tone, apprehension, when sounded fully as this one managed - apprehended, knowing it was. I'm standing, in a hotel room somewhere, I take it,while he lies in bed. I look at myself in the mirror while he smirks. Idon't know how I got here.I used to be a man. But now I'm wearing a peach-colored maid's uniform,with a white apron and black stockings and shoes. My hair is long. I knowI'm wearing a bra and panties underneath the uniform.But that's not all. The worst is I can feel my breasts, probably C-cups,and that I have no dangling bits in my panties - no doubt just a slit.I don't.