Minnie the Maid

Part 3

Monday finally arrived, Samuel gulped down his breakfast cereal
desperate to wear the uniform for the whole day. But Jennifer was not to
be rushed, she was determined to make the week long experiment an
unforgettable experience. She wanted Samuel to feel a full
transformation, starting from the skin out. "Let me make you feel like a
proper maid Minnie," she offered, her voice full of enthusiasm.

With a sense of excitement and a touch of nervousness, Samuel agreed,
allowing Jennifer to guide him through the process. The first step
involved a warm bath to soften his skin, followed by Jennifer skilfully
demonstrating shaving his legs and body hair. She watched as Samuel
nervously finished the hair removal. He marvelled at the sensation as he
wriggled into his corselette and scooped his little man-boobs into the
cups before adding the falsies as if he had been doing it for years.

With the corselette hugging his figure and giving him a sense of
femininity he had never experienced before he selected a pair of
stockings to glide up his freshly shaven legs. Finally Jennifer watched
as he pulled on his panty girdle, the smoothness of his front making him
feel vulnerable yet strangely liberated.

Without his uniform Samuel couldn't help but blush as Jennifer helped
with his makeup. "Just a hint," she warned as she finished foundation,
blush and eyeshadow to one see of his face "that is your guide for the
other side."

Jennifer was careful not to let her enthusiasm wane as, satisfied with
Minnie's makeup, she reached for the sleek black pageboy wig, placing it
atop his head and securing it in place. She held out the vintage maid
uniform, Minnie stepped in and Jennifer watched as Minnie struggled with
the little buttons that ran up the back from waist to neck.

He watched in awe as the reflection in the mirror was of a 1950s maid
named Minnie. The discrete strokes of mascara, rouge, and pale lipstick
subtly feminised his features.

Jennifer handed Minnie a pair of black, canvas shoes with rubber soles
"I don't want you clomping around in Minnie's boots...or worse still
clip clopping around in heels like a character in a maid story."

Jennifer pulled out her iPhone she smiled, Minnie smiled, she took
picture of them standing side by side. "I told you no one would
recognise you. Now hold up the hem of your dress." Minnie complied.
"Remember that first day?" Jennifer ignored his 'caught in headlights'
face and smiled as she eased Minnies panty girdle down to mid thigh and
stood behind him. They watched in silence as his, freed, cock went from
half mast to full hard. Minnie was transfixed as Jennifer began to
stroke his cock. "Minnies wife demonstrated her power over her new
maid..." she cooed. "I want you to do this for me every morning
Minnie...keep your dirty little secret hidden away from me in the maids
room..." Jennifer let go of Minnie's cock just in time, smirked at the
mirror as the ruined orgasam dribbled onto the floor. Pleased in the
knowledge that he would be on edge for the rest of the day she turned to
leave.

Shame swept over Minnie. "I just want to take this off now," he whined.

"I don't think so. Pull your panties up, there is work to do Minnie."

Jennifer admired the way Minnie, wearing uniform and black wig, looked
like a character from a black and white movie in a colour world.

"Time for my coffee Minnie Smith."

"Minnie Collins."

"I am Jennifer Collins, what are people going to think if my maid has
the same family name as my absent husband?"

"People, what people?" Minnie looked nervous. "We didn't talk about
meeting other people."

Jennifer smiled kindly, put a hand on Minnie's upper arm for reassurance
as she agreed meeting other people was not planned. "I know, but we need
to have a cover story ready should any unforeseen circumstances arise."