Take a Letter, Jenny Part Two
By David Brennan
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Saturday was so frenzied that Jenny never had the time to think too much about the humiliation of serving complete strangers whilst dressed as a maid. Lisa was constantly sending her scurrying off to prepare vegetables or mix sauces. When the preparations for the meal were complete, Jenny was ordered to continue cleaning the house and, following an inspection by Lisa, was summoned to her bedroom.
"Ah, there you are! I want you to help me get dressed for this evening. Select my underwear while I have my bath. Oh, and iron my dress... but be careful."
Jenny picked up the turqoise and black patterned taffeta dress and gazed at it with envy. It was sleeveless, and cut to reveal the shoulders, emphasising the feminine neck of her mistress. The bodice looked fairly tight, but the lower half of the skirt swirled out to end at mid calf. Jenny stood in front of the mirror and held the dress in front of her, romanticising about the feeling of glamour it could provide. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the mirror, disconcerted that such girlish feelings could be coming to the surface so easily.
Ironing the dress was a nightmare. Jenny's nervous fingers had to work as gently as possible to prevent the dress from being ruined by the heat of the iron.
After mincing back to her mistress's bedroom, Jenny proceeded to select the most sensual and delicate lingerie. She chose very pale blue silk stockings with a little butterfly pattern just above the heel. Matching high heel shoes were added, followed by beautiful white satin French knickers with dainty lace trim, a wispy white lace basque for utter femininity.
Jenny laid the garments gently on the bed, again feeling twinges of envy and wishing she could be allowed to look so seductively glamorous.
When Lisa returned from her bath she seemed pleased with the selection Jenny had made. She gave her a little pat on the buttocks as a sign of approval and Jenny blushed with pride. Lisa let the towel fall from around her, revealing her naked body, with no apparent thought for Jenny's presence.
Jenny proceeded to help her slip on the garments one by one, trying hard to control her excitement - partly because she was afraid of what punishment might ensue and partly because she didn't want to be reminded of her maleness.
Lisa finally finished dressing, and Jenny gasped. Her mistress looked so gorgeous, so utterly, delightfully feminine!
"Now then, my pretty little shemale maid. How can we make sure you turn out to be the belle of the ball? Get undressed!"
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