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Thanksgiving by Betty B
It all started when I ran into an old college friend in the
Supermarket the day before Thanksgiving. We spent time together
waiting in line, and decided to continue our talk across the
street in a cafe. In the course of the very stimulating
conversation, she mentioned she was having a few friends over for
Thanksgiving dinner and that her maid had cancelled earlier that
day. I said that I was sorry to hear that and wished that I
could help in some way. She looked at me strangely, and then she
said: "Well, maybe you could. Are you free tomorrow? I really
want to impress my guests with a perfect dinner." I agreed to be
at her house at 8 a.m. to help in the kitchen. She was very
friendly when I arrived, showed me into the kitchen, told me what
needed to be done and handed me an apron. It was a small pink
apron with a white lace border. I reluctantly put it on. It was
a perfect fit, I am rather petite. The next 30 minutes I was
preparing the stuffing, and Marie walked in and out of the room
several times. At one time I felt her watching me move through
the kitchen, and when I turned to face her, she was, with
squinted eyes, looking me up and down. I blushed and didn't know
what to do or say. She suddenly said: "I have an idea! This
might just work! Come with me for a moment, ok?". She turned
and walked out of the room and I followed her. I was a little
apprehensive, the way she had looked at me, I didn't know what to
expect. She went into what seemed to be her bedroom and closed
the door behind us. I blushed again and felt my sex straining
against the material of my pants, anticipating her getting
undressed and making love. But no such thing happened. She
opened the closet and pulled out a maid uniform. It seemed a bit
small for her. She held it up, inspected it, looked at me, - and
then it dawned on me. She wanted me to be the maid!!! Thoughts
raced to my head. I'm sure my face was red as a tomato. Did she
know about me? How could she know? I would never pass well
enough! Did she want to embarass me? Was she only joking? She
didn't seem to be joking. She put the uniform on the bed, asked
me to put it on, and left the room. I walked over to the bed and
inspected the uniform. My hands were trembling as I lifted the
black satin dress up - it seemed to be a perfect fit. Fear and
embarassment and all - I had to try it on. It did fit perfectly.
I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to adopt a more
feminine stance, when Marie came back. She looked very pleased
and turned me around. Then she put the following on the bed for
me to wear: Black garters, panties, stockings, slip and bra.
Black 4" heels. She left the room again, and I took a long time
getting dressed - feeling the sensuous silk and satin, admiring
my really very shapely legs in the mirror, and glowing in
anticipation. The final result was smashing - from the neck down
I was a shapely young maid. Marie brought a long, black wig and
a box with make-up. She worked on my face for over 30 minutes,
then put on the wig and perfume. When I looked in the mirror, I
couldn't believe my eyes. A beautiful and sexy young woman
looked back at me. No matter which way I turned - I was shapely
and feminine. The lacey white apron created the illusion of
wider hips, and the uniform brought out my derriere most
attractively. Marie told me to practice walking in my heels and
left the room. I practiced and found it more difficult than I
thought. After a while I heard Marie's voice: "Betty," (my name
is Bob) "the first guests are arriving!". My knees nearly gave
out. I would never pass, my voice, my gait ...The doorbell rang,
and Marie motioned me to answer it. My knees were shaking and I
nearly fell as I walked to the door and opened it. A young
couple entered. They hugged Marie and barely noticed me. I took
their coats and hung them neatly in the closet. When I
returned, Marie introduced me. "This is Betty. She is new here
and a little shy." The lady, Sharon, started to make some small
talk with me. She complimented me on my pretty outfit. She had
never seen a maid uniform made of pure satin. She asked me to
turn around slowly and commented that the outfit must have been
hand-tailored for me. I blushed and nodded or shook my head in
response, trying not to let her hear my deep voice. The bell
rang again. I let the guests in, curtesied and hung up their
coats. An hour later, there were around 35 guests. My feet were
killing me, and the party had barely begun! Most guests arrived
with a partner, but there were about 7 single women. They
decided to help me in the kitchen. I surely could use the help -
the dinner consisted of several courses and I was rather
inexperienced in this matter. On the other hand, I was very
frightened of blowing my cover. I continued to nod and shake my
head in response to questions, and when that was not a sufficient
answer, I blushed and turned away. I suppose they finally had
enough of my evasive manners and surrounded me. One of the
ladies, Jennifer, put her arms around my shoulders and said: "Are
you mute?" I shook my head. The way all these women were
standing around me was confusing me. Suddenly I realized that
there was a bulge growing in my genital area. I was rather
embarrassed when I noticed it and tried to run out of the
kitchen. Jennifer stepped in my way and brushed against my
bulging skirt. She stood still and slowly looked down. I could
see the other ladies looking at us, following Jennifer's glance.
For a moment everything was completely silent - then a giggle,
then, one by one, they started laughing. I was so embarrassed, I
didn't know what to do. I thought I might cry and wiped my eyes.
At this moment Marie came into the kitchen. She looked at me
and started to laugh. "Sweetheart" she said, "your make-up is
all smeared. We will have to refresh it. It's almost time for
dinner, and we can't have you serve like this". I panicked.
"Please, don't make me go out there again", I implored. Jennifer
put her arm around my shoulder and said: "Don't worry,
sweetheart, we'll fix you up in no time. You'll be smashing."
One of the other ladies brought out some make-up, everything you
can imagine. She stepped back and looked at me, then picked out a
handful of things and handed them to Jennifer. She started
renewing my make-up. The other ladies commented on every move
she made, and a few times a lady would wipe off Jennifer's work
and put something else on. After changing my make-up around a
few times they all seemed satisfied. I was presented with a
mirror, and what I saw took my breath. The green eye shadow
complimented my eyes - they had never looked so green! I was
wearing false lashes and could not help fluttering my eyes to see
how they looked. My mouth was red and pouting, and I looked like
a teenager. The ladies complimented me and finally sent me into
the dining room to serve the hors d'euvres.