The thought made me both happy andsort of melancholy. I knew I would have no options outside of some sort oftraditionally feminine role, and I knew I ...ould be the one to convince mymom to let me become whichever symbol of sissyhood I was lead towards. Ihad a moment's regret, wondering what my life could have been like.But then I looked down. My uniform was pretty. I loved being a good maid.I loved wearing sissy dresses and being treated like my mom's property. Iliked mincing through the school. I turned red faced and said that I had been checking out everything she had since I walked in the door. We both laughed. Then I said, she ought to remove her shirt so I can get a better view. Diane said maybe and then I came back, asking if she had something to hide. Then I playfully said for her to show me hers and I would show her mine. That is when she looked at me and smiled big and then she pulled her shirt up over her head and laid it the counter in front of me. My mouth dropped to the. I laid down on my side across the width of the double bed and said “You go round the other side” he walked round and pushed his undies down, he was a little small, not much, maybe an inch, but he was hard and had black pubes. As he knelt on the bed I sat up and we kissed then I laid back down and he laid at the side of me.Grabbing his cock I peeled back his foreskin as I licked his helmet, he put my entire length in his mouth as we both groaned in unison. Licking his helmet I noticed he had. "Now Mary,"she said, "I want you to be very responsive when Mrs. Wilson arrives." Of course, Madame." We're trying to make a good impression. I've told Elizabeth to be on herbest behaviour." She walked over to her vanity and sat down before themirror. I followed her, and began to prepare the make-up and powder,which I soon began to apply gracefully to her skin. It was then time toprepare her hair, which I combed and pinned into place atop her head withan elaborate barrette. It was greying, yes,.