A Delightful Arrangement

by Carolyn

Part Three

  

I woke up with a start the next morning. The sun pealed through the windows and I felt the soft satin of my nightgown tracing my thighs. Immediately my thoughts leapt to the night before. I recalled serving as a maid at my friends' party and how wonderful the experience had been. As my gown's straps pulled at my shoulders I recalled the elation I felt when I learned that no one other than my hosts realized that I wasn't a woman.

I lay there for minutes reveling in the memories. I was so lucky to have lived a fantasy and today I had more to do! I had to get ready to go back and do the post party clean up in my Carolyn persona. What to wear!

I got up and showered. I had begun to treat myself to scented lotions after showering. I had shaved my legs the day before and didn't need to touch up. Of course I shaved my face and then went to get dressed.

I decided on a simple tan dress with a full skirt. I was going to be working but I could set my own pace and I wanted to feel as feminine as possible. I put on a bra, stuffed it and donned a pair of lacy panties.

After stepping into a full slip I sat and pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose. I decided on a pair of three inch red pumps. Oh I know they weren't practical but I just adored them.

I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair, again curling a flip at my shoulders. I applied my makeup and went back to finish dressing. I realized that my pink nails didn't quite go with my shoes so I took the time to strip them and apply new polish. I selected a bright red that closely matched my pumps.

When my nails were dry I put on my dress. It zipped in the back and fit closely. I enjoyed the constrictive feeling as the zipper tugged the material against my chest.

I put on a pair of gold hoop earrings and a pair of gold bangles on my wrist. I decided on a long gold chain with large hoops that I could twist and make into a double necklace.

I applied some red lipstick and gloss and was ready to go. A spritz of perfume and, grabbing my purse and apron, I was out the door.

It was a glorious day and I was going to arrive promptly as a good domestic should. I loved the feel of my higher heels as I drove and enjoyed the bright red of my nails. I caught myself licking my lips to relish the silky feel and girly taste of my lipstick.

When I arrived, Mary and Mark were up and had a delightful brunch ready to share with me. They both commented on how professional I looked although Mary questioned my judgment in wearing such high heels.

"Oh Mary, I have learned to navigate in them quite efficiently and frankly, I really enjoy how they feel. I will be able to function quite well as long as you expect quality work not speed this afternoon."

"Whatever makes you happy, Carolyn," she replied. "We both commented on how glad we were to see you smile so much last night. Clearly you've found something that fulfills you and as far as we're concerned, we support you 100%".

What dear friends they are. We had our brunch and chatted about the party. Soon it was time to get to work. I put on my apron and insisted on beginning in the kitchen. Mary began to help but I shooed her away.

"Mary, please, this is my job! I love serving you and Mark. The two of you go relax. I'll do my best to stay out of your way."

She agreed and they went to another part of the house. I began work in earnest. As my heels clicked on the kitchen floor I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. Soon I was ready to go into the rest of the house. The work was easy but there was a lot to do.

As I was vacuuming, the phone rang. Mary came into the room looking rather excited.

"Carolyn, you'll never guess who called. Anna, one of our guests last night, is hosting a party next weekend and she asked me for your number. She wants to hire you to help her!"

"Wow! That is great news. I didn't expect to have this be a permanent side job. Did you give her my number?"

"Yes, but I told her you are here helping us clean up. She said she'll call you later this evening. Here's her number so you'll recognize the caller ID and be able to answer as Carolyn."

"Mary, you are a dear! Of course I'll take the job. I can't tell you how much fun I'm having working as your maid. You and Mark are so nice to accommodate what I'm sure must seem like a pretty kinky friend."

"Actually Carolyn, we've both realized how content you are in this role. You know we've been so worried about you. If we never see Alex again, we consider Carolyn to be every bit as good a friend as he was. I adore your personality and demeanor as a woman. You know how convincing you act and look. Honestly, no one at the party had a clue!"

"I have been having a great time with this, Mary. I suppose I should feel ashamed or strange but oddly, I feel just the opposite. It is almost as if I discovered my real role in this life. I'll have to keep my day job, of course, but as a hobby, serving as a maid is a blast!"

It wasn't long before I was finished. I proudly viewed the results of my efforts: their house was spotless. While I was tired, the elation of sinking deeply into my role as a maid sparked more that enough energy to move on with the day. I popped into the downstairs powder room, touched up my makeup, and made my goodbyes.

As I drove away I decided to stop for some groceries. I had no second thought about appearing in public as Carolyn. My outfit, while not stunning, certainly was attractive. I was confident that my hair and makeup were pure femininity.

While I shopped, I noticed no curious looks directed my way. One older man smiled at me as we passed in an aisle. I, of course, returned his smile sweetly and moved on by. I enjoyed being accepted as a woman though I wasn't about to take any foolish risks. I checked out, paying cash, and met the smiling man at the door.

"May I help you with your bags, Ma'am?" he asked?

"No thank you, I'm parked closely. But you are a dear to offer. Have a lovely day!"

I quickly clicked over to my car and loaded the two bags from the cart to the car. I was surprised at how shaken I was from a mere chance encounter with a man that apparently was nothing more than a gentleman offering to assist a lady.

I drove off hurriedly, checking my rear view to see if he would follow. Of course he didn't - what a paranoid girl!

When I got home I put away my groceries and poured myself a glass of Merlot. I still was unnerved about my performance at the store. I had gained such confidence in my womanhood at the party and again cleaning up today. It surprised me that I had tightened up so in the daylight encounter.

Clearly there was much ground to cover if I were to continue to portray my new self.

About an hour after arriving, the phone rang. Caller ID alerted me that it was Mary's friend Anna.

"Hello, this is Carolyn."

"Hello, Carolyn. My name is Anna. Mary gave me your number. I was so impressed with your work last night that I would like to offer you an engagement for next Saturday evening, if you are available and interested."

"It is nice to meet you, Anna. Yes, Mary did tell me you may be calling. What will you expect from me next Saturday?"

She went on to explain that she was hosting a black tie party for friends of our local symphony orchestra. She had already engaged another maid plus a bartender and a cook!

"I fear I'm quite demanding, Carolyn. At my formal parties I expect my help to look professional and coordinated. I have a shop where I send my help to be fitted for their uniforms. Would you take offense at wearing a traditional maid's uniform? You may keep it after the party as part of your compensation."

"Oh that will be fine, Anna. I'll be happy to go for a fitting tomorrow."

"They aren't open until Tuesday but that should be no problem. I'm sure they'll have a dress on the rack that will fit you. I would like you to wear black hose, plain black pumps, and no jewelry other than earrings and perhaps a ring on your finger, if you're a married woman. Also, I don't allow gaudy makeup. What you wore at Mary's will do nicely. If you must paint your nails, please use a muted color. My help must blend into the background as they serve."

"That is perfectly understandable. I will happily comply with these requirements."

"Wonderful! Then we are in agreement. I would like you to come to the house on Friday to help prepare for the party - will your schedule allow that?"

I quickly agreed. I was shaking with excitement. What a dream opportunity! We set a time for the Friday preparatory session. She made me quite generous compensation for my two days of work. After taking down her address and that of her uniform store, we rang off.

I gulped the last of my wine and called Mary. As I told her about Anna's call, I fear I came across almost like a schoolgirl in my eagerness to tell my friend about my pending adventure.

"Calm down, Carolyn! My goodness, you are all atwitter about this aren't you?"

"I am, Mary. I'm sorry - it is just that you and Mark are the only people I can talk with about this stuff. I don't mean to be a pest."

"Don't be silly, dear. As we told you, we are both thrilled for you. I'm honored that you called - I was just teasing you about how excited you sound! This has been a great discovery for you. It is almost as if you've found a reason to live again!"

I had to admit my friend was right. I had been rather sullen and blue for the past months. Having the chance to portray a woman's role was one thing. Pulling it off and actually convincing people that I was a woman was quite another.

I had anticipated merely the fun of attending a costume party dressed as a maid. As that evening progressed and everyone present assumed I was a hired maid, I slowly came to the realization that I could live a part of my life as a woman. Certainly I would have to be careful but as long as I was selective regarding the situations into which I would allow myself to be put; perhaps I could actually do this! Wow.

I realized there was much to do to enhance the charade. That night I spent some time on the internet studying various cross dressing sites. I began a list of additions I would need to my wardrobe. I decided that I would step deeper into this mysterious pond into which I had waded.

There was much to do! I feel asleep that night, my head spinning with hopes and ideas.

  

  

  

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