Take a Letter, Jenny Part One
By David Brennan
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She led him to her dressing table and gently sat him down. She applied the foundation cream, and he just sat back passively. He closed his eyes as she applied the eye make-up, face powder and blusher, and finally the flaming red lipstick. His eyes wouldn't leave his reflection in the mirror when he finally opened them - he was completely transfixed.
"Now then, I have a wig for you to wear, but first you must prove to me that you deserve it. Practice walking and talking in the proper manner, and curtsying, and if you please me I might decide to let you wear it."
She walked out of the room, locking the door behind her. John immediately got to work, walking in the most feminine way he knew. He was helped by the heels and the shape of the corset, and he was aware that his hips were swinging and his stocking-clad legs were constantly brushing each other.
He practised curtsying, daintily lifting the hem of his dress and, placing one foot before the other, slowly bobbing up and down. He was too busy worrying about his mistresses fury to think about how he might look.
When she re-entered the room he felt almost like a woman and was eager to show her the progress he had made. She laughed at his attempts to walk without tottering on his high heels, but seemed to enjoy his curtsy, which seemed so subservient when she was watching him. He talked in high-pitched, soft voice and she congratulated him on his natural ability to behave as a girl.
To show her satisfaction, she placed her hand in the carrier bag which was by the bed, and with a flourish produced a beautiful mid-length blonde wig. It had been styled to produce a very feminine look, with flowing, delicate curls flicking out.
John fingered the silky tresses with eager anticipation. He placed the wig on his head and adjusted it until it felt tight agains his scalp. He wasn't prepared for the little gasp of surprise which Lisa inadvertantly gave out and rushed to the mirror to see the effect for himself.
When he looked at his reflection, his legs almost gave way from underneath him. Staring back at him was a young, pretty girl with a shy smile and a soft, feminine face. It was amazing how the wig produced the final transformation. Suddenly his stance, his gestures, even the sound of his voice felt so wonderfully, naturally womanlike.
"Right, Jenny my darling, it's time for you to go to work. You can start by cleaning all the floors downstairs, and I'll inspect your work when I come home this evening. It had better be spotless - or else!"
John spent the rest of the day working as he had never worked before. The endless scrubbing and dusting and cleaning wore him out, and yet he had to admit to a certain satisfaction with his menial tasks. He bagan to hum to himself and swish his skirts around his legs. He looked in the mirror at every opportunity to admire his prettily made-up face, and realised that his new role was becoming very natural to him.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and John's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ignore it but the glass panelled front gave away the fact that he was in the house. He walked as daintily as possible to the door, opened it and saw Elaine from the office!
In his most feminine voice he said "Hello, can I help you?"
"Oh, yes. You must be Jenny, the maid. Lisa told me I'd find you in. She asked me to come round to pick up a pair of shoes for her. She wants to wear them this evening."
John felt a wave of relief - she hadn't recognised him. "Right away, miss. I'll show you to the mistress's bedroom" he said in his high, girlish voice.
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