The Dress

by Dan Collins

 

I can still remember Danni's face as we entered the shop. In retrospect it was full of excited anticipation, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I just thought she was just looking forward to trying on the costumes, which in a way I guess she was.

She was gorgeous, assertive and playful. We'd only been going out for a couple of weeks and I'd already fallen for her in a big way. She'd picked me up in a bar, there's no other way to put, pulling me away from a group of friends and on to the dance floor. She didn't seem to mind the fact that I couldn't dance for shit. She just gyrated sexily around me like I was a pole. There was no going back for me after that experience.

She was petite but had firm and generous breasts, a great ass and blonde hair cut around her shoulders. In bed she was a dynamo, a bit like on the dancefloor. She liked to tie me down and then have her way with me - playfully biting some of my more sensitive areas, running her nails over my body and then sending me to Heaven by riding me like crazy. I never thought I'd be so lucky.

This was going to be our first public outing together. She'd told me that one of her friends was having a party, a costume party, and it would be the perfect time to show me off. The joke of the party was that all the men had to dress as female characters, and vice versa. This seemed a weird way to show off your new boyfriend but I was having it so good and I didn't want to upset her.

The owner of the shop, 'Enchanting Costumes', greeted us and I thought I saw him and Danni exchange a quick smile. Danni explained our slightly peculiar requirements but this didn't seem to faze him at all; it was almost as though he'd been expecting it.

"Let me pick your costume out for you lover?" she asked with a sly grin, running her finger down my chest.

I was happy to agree - I'd already agreed to go dressed as a woman and didn't want to embarrass myself further by wandering around the shop trying to pick out a dress. Also at the party I could blame the outfit on Danni rather than having to put up with any jokes about what a nice dress I'd picked out for myself.

She skipped off down one of the aisles like she already knew where she was heading. Sure enough she was back in only a few seconds with what looked like a black dress with some white lace. When she held it up I was shocked to realise it was a French Maid's outfit complete with frilly white front, low cut bust and short skirt. She even had a bra, panties, suspenders and high-heeled shoes to complete the ensemble.

"You must be joking," I said. "You want me to go as your maid?"

"Why not?" she replied, without hesitation. "It'd be kinky. Besides, what do you care what sort of dress you wear?"

She had me there. I'd have felt kind of stupid saying I wanted to go as a princess instead. I shrugged.

"What the hell. Just hope I'm getting to get a reward for this."

She smiled and cuddled up close, looking up at me.

"Oh you're going more than you ever dreamed of sweetie. That's a promise."

Her excited face and shapely body pressed against me were intoxicating and I felt that, weird though this was going to be, she'd make it more than worth it afterwards.

"What are you going to wear?" I asked.

She vanished and returned just as quickly as last time holding a very suave man's suit. It came with accessories for the sophisticated gentleman such as a cigarette holder, sharp shoes and hat.

"So you get to go as Jame Bond while I'm the maid," I asked with a chuckle. She really was too much.

"I think we'll make a fine pair," she said with that seductive smile of hers.

The owner directed us across towards adjacent changing rooms to try them on. He looked more like a doctor than a costume shop proprieter. He looked about 60, white hair, dressed in a long white coat with glasses tucked into the top pocket.

"I hope they bring you much pleasure," he said, completely deadpan, and then retired back to the counter.

Danni and I exchanged a last look and then I entered my cubicle.

I slipped off my tee-shirt and jeans and then, with a sigh, my boxers and socks. Then I looked down at the pile of stuff Danni had thoughtfully selected for me.

With a bit of a grimace I put on the knickers and bra. They were XL so I could get into them without much trouble. Then I fixed myself up in the suspenders figuring there was now no point being half-hearted about it. I took a look in the mirror - what a sight! I was 6' 2 with a broad hairy chest and this stuff made me look utterly ridiculous. It was almost a relief to see how bad I looked. It would have been terrible if it had actually suited me!

I got into the dress and managed to get the zip most of the way to the top. I'd have to get Danni to help do it all the way up and do up the clasp. I took a quick look down at the shoes but Danni had blundered there. There were way too small - about a size 5. Only a woman, and a petite one (even smaller than Danni), could get into those. I could find some others and I didn't think I could have handled those high heels anyway. I'd have been tottering about and stumbling like a drunk the whole night.

'These shoes are way too small,' I called out.

'Just give them a try, you'll be surprised,' replied the proprietor.

I was baffled, surely he was joking? I'd do the old guy a favour and at least try before walking out with them but what a waste of time.

I nudged the toes of my right foot into one of the dainty shoes. I seemed to feel a bit of give in the shoe and an odd tingling in my foot. I pushed a bit further and the shoe almost seemed to be inviting my foot in. I gave another push and my foot was all the way in. Bizarre. I didn't how the shoe could make my foot look so small but somehow it was all in there.

I moved on to the other shoe and same thing. There I was, standing in a pair of dainty high-heeled shoes that I'd never thought could fit. Then, with me now completely fitted up in my maid's costume, I started to feel that same odd tingling I'd felt in my feet but this time all over me.

It all happened in about 10 seconds. It was so quick, and I was so shocked, that I didn't manage to make a sound until it was all over.

The dress, which had ample room even for a big guy like me, suddenly seemed to constrict around me. I first felt my shoulders being dragged in and down and my waist severly squeezed. As if by compensation my chest and hips started to swell. The underwear felt like it was sinking into my skin and my skin seemed to be happy to move into whatever shape it wanted. I held my hands out in front of me and they, with my arms, seemed to be shrinking - becoming pale and dainty, like a girl's! I couldn't do anything but just stand stock still and stare .

The bra, which had riding uselessly on me, now seemed to be pulling down on my shrunken soldiers. I looked down and, with the low cut of the dress, could see the reason why. A pair of large white breasts were now fully filling it and pushing out the dress. Across the right breast lay a lock of silky, coiled black hair. I put a hand to my neck and realised it was my hair, now long and luxurious, that was spilling across my chest. My waist now felt as though it has been compressed to almost nothing at all but I could feel my hips and bottom pushing out against the snugly fitting suspenders and panties.

The tingling sensation, which had become more and more intense, was now centred on my crotch. The panties, which had been biting, now felt comfortable and flat against me. I didn't want to imagine what that meant.

Finally the tingling began to subside. I took a wobbling step on my heels towards the mirror and felt my hips sway as I did so. I nearly fainted when I saw my reflection.

Where 2 minutes ago there had been a large and muscular man with a hairy chest and smart cropped hair there was now a.... cute... little... maid! I was about 5' 2 and looked like I'd weight in at about 100 pounds. The only weight on me was my more than ample bosom and wide hips. My coiled, silky black hair ran down over my shoulders and chest, framing my face perfectly if I'd been modelling for a photoshoot for some man's magazine. Not that my face needed much to highlight it - it looked the face of a finely made porcelain doll. The skin was a pure and milky white, the bone structure was delicate, the nose small, the eyes brown and large with long lashes which curled towards their tips.

But there was more than that. This outfit now suited me beautifully. The low cut of the top showed off my new breasts to just above the nipples, which were pushing against the confinement of the dress. There was enough cleavage showing for a man to drown in. The short skirt, just enough to cover my panties but with the tops of the suspenders clearly on display, showed off a pair of very shapely and well toned girl's legs. Finally of course there were the smart high heels which no longer looked out of proportion to the rest of me at all and kept me upright and nicely posed.

So not only did I look like one of the most stunning girls I'd ever seen. I looked for every inch like an elegant little french maid doll which had been made human.

'Danni,' I called in a faint voice, which came out sounding soft and high. 'Danni.'

The curtain was pulled back and there was a large handsome man with wide shoulders, a strong chin, a bit of stubble and tidily cropped chesnut brown hair. He towered over me and I took a step back. Then I noticed he was wearing the oufit Danni had chosen.

'"Hi lover, how you feeling?" she said, in her new deep voice.

That was when my mind simply couldn't handle any more and I fainted at her feet.

 

 

 

When I came round I was lying on the couch back at Danni's place. She had a big luxury flat and had clearly always been wealthy. As I opened my eyes the memory of the costume shop came flooding back to me. I looked down at myself and nearly fainted dead away again when I saw those soft, white breasts still snugly secured in the maid's outfit.

"Coming around baby?" asked that same deep man's voice to my side. I swivelled my head and saw the man in Danni's outfit looking at me with some concern and something else, was it laughter he was doing a good job of suppressing?

"What's happened to me? Who are you?" was all I could manage to say. My voice still sounded so high and weak!

"I think you know the answer to the second one," he said. "I'm Danni and perhaps I wasn't entirely open with you about the costume shop."

"What?"

"It's a rather special shop love, and I happen to be good friends with the owner. If a couple go in and try on outfits simultaneously, for characters of the opposite sex, then their bodies change to match their costumes. Isn't that cool! Don't ask me why the magic works that way. In any other situation it's just like a normal costume shop and, as you can imagine, situations like ours don't happen very often. It rather relies on talking someone into it."

"You mean you're Danni? And you did this to me?" I whispered.

"That's right babes. You know how aggressive I am sexually but there's only so far you can go as a woman. I've wanted for ages to try out being a man and luckily I knew just how to do it, once I had you of course!"

"So we can change back," I said, feeling the first small wave of relief since this whole thing started.

"Oh yeah, no problem, any time you like. But do me a favour and let me try this out for a couple of days. I'll probably never get another chance."

"No way," I snapped, starting to recover myself slightly. I couldn't help noticing that my soft, feminine voice didn't sound very assertive even when I was angry. And was that a trace of French accent in there? Surely not. "Let's go back to the shop and get this sorted out right away."

She drew herself so I had to look up at her face from the couch.

"Sorry babes, I can't do that. I've been looking forwards to this too much. There's no way you can change back without me - it'd have to be the two of us together again for the magic to work. Even if you could force me back to the shop," he chuckled and looked down on my small frame when he said this, "the owner will only swap us back with my say so. Just calm down, enjoy the experience of being a woman for a couple of days, and then you'll be back as your old self with some fascinating memories."

I had to realise that she had the upper hand. There was nothing I could do without her agreement so it'd be best just to humour her until this insane experiment was over. Then I could dump her like a shot and get her out of my life. Plus, and this was odd, I'd felt myself calm down a little just as soon as she told me too.

"Alright, looks like you've got me. I'll play along but day after tomorrow we're going back to the shop. I can't go any longer than that looking like this!"

"What do you mean," she chuckled, "you're gorgeous", and she bent down to give me a quick squeeze. I felt instantly warm and happier when she touched me and figured that maybe this wouldn't be quite as bad as I'd thought.

"Now, to celebrate my new status as a man, how about you run off to the kitchen and get me a beer," she said. "After all, you're kitted out to make yourself helpful," she added with a smile.

"Very funny," I said, but jumped off the couch and went to get her the beer.

"There you go Danni," I said holding out the beer for her on my return.

"Thanks sweets. Danni is such a girl's name for a man don't you think. From now on call me Steve. And I'll think we'll call you Marie. I think you've got a slightly French look to you and it suits you."

"OK Steve," I said smiling. I had no idea why I was buttering him up like this but, at the moment, it just felt right to do what he wanted. What was the harm in giving Danni, sorry, Steve a nice time as a man, I thought. She'd certainly shown me some good times - although I don't think she'd ever fetched me a beer!

"Could I at least change out of this maid's outfit," I asked him. (Now that I was thinking of Danni as Steve, it was simpler to think of her as a him.)

"Oh no sweetie. We might as well get our money's worth for the hire and you look so cute in it. Why would you ever want to take it off? I even did the zip and clasp up for you while you were napping. Besides, my old clothes won't fit you. I was taller and your chest is, um, rather bigger even though I wasn't small myself."

She looked down at my chest with a complementary expression when she said this.

Again I had that odd feeling of thinking I should be offended but actually being pleased. I was glad that Steve liked my boobs (I was accepting this body as mine for a short while now, so the boobs were mine) and he was right about his old clothes not fitting me. My figure was different to what his had been. What was I thinking? The maid's outfit fit perfectly and Steve liked how I looked in it. That was all that mattered. It was kind of kinky now I thought about it a bit more.

"You think I look ok in this number then big guy," I said, blushing a little, but unable to restrain myself.

Steve squeezed me close, again making me feel warm and trembly, and laughed loudly. I felt a bulge from his crotch against my tummy. He saw the surprise on my face.

"Does that answer your question?"

"I guess so," I said, blushing fiercely now.

"Do you want to play a little?"

"Whatever you like Steve. Just tell me what you want," I murmured seductively.

I was inwardly shocked to hear myself say this but it just seemed to come out by itself.

"Undo my fly," he said, suddenly sounding very assertive and not laughing anymore.

I began to reach for them.

"No, with your teeth."

I looked up at his face but saw no sign he was joking. I went down to my knees, there was something about his voice that was just so commanding, and began to tug on the fly with my teeth, gradually easing it down.

"Now, gently pull out my dick and take it in your cute little mouth."

"Yes Steve," I said. If felt good somehow to acknowlege his instructions by saying this.

This seemed to please him but he had a further idea.

"Marie, would you indulge me? As this is my first blowjob and I have a gorgeous maid on her knees about to do the honours, could you put the finishing touch to it and call me 'master' until this is over. That would be so erotic."

"Yes master, of course master," I replied instantly and was again taken back by the words that seemed to be coming out of my mouth without me being in control of them. However once I'd said them it felt best to continue playing along.

"Thanks Marie, that'll be great. Now get on with it."

"Yes master," I replied and gently removed his dick from his boxers.

I began by licking my tongue gently around the tip of his stiff member and felt him quiver. That was good, I wanted to take him as high as possible so he could really enjoy this little fantasy.

Next I wrapped my dainty thumb and forefinger around his dick's base and began to gently move it up and down. With my other hand I began to softly squeeze his balls. I heard him moan and was thrilled. I'd never have believed I could do this but, for Steve, it all felt so natural.

As Steve, no, Master (get into the spirit of what he wants) got bigger and harder I used all my fingers on my right hand (it looked so small on his big dick) to get a better grip and squeezed his balls a bit harder. I also managed to get him deeper in my mouth where I licked hard at him with my tongue.

I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror at that point. I could see a tall handsome man, with an expression of pure pleasure on his face, being sucked off furiously by his cute little french maid who was kneeling at his feet. We did make quite a sight!

"Stop," he said and I immediately pulled back and let my hands fall to my knees, despite being surprised and, truth be told, keen to carry on.

"You're very good at that Marie. Who'd have thought you'd make such a sexy little whore?"

I blushed at this but something about being called a 'whore', taking the fantasy a bit further, turned me on even more and I think he could see that.

"I want my first male orgasm to be in a pussy, so strip out of those panties and get on all fours."

I instantly did as he bid. I was so turned on now (too turned on to even think this wasn't at all like me) that I'd have done anything he said without question.

"Yes master," I said in the sultriest voice I could manage (turning the French accent on pretty well) as I slipped down my panties but left on the suspenders and high heels. He seemed to like those. Then I got down on all fours and held my ass high and inviitingly, I hoped, in the air.

He came in hard without warning and I let out a short high gasp. He cupped one hand round my left breast and the other on my ass and began ramming into me with rhythmic hard thrusts. In his grip I was held firmly in place and my nipple, squeezed tightly between his fingers, was sending spasms of pleasure through me. I'd never felt anything like it. Every inch of my new body was reacting with ecstacy. Feeling him deep inside me and giving all control to him was somehow triggering wave after wave of delight. I could feel how warm and wet my pussy had become and this seemed to allow him to penetrate ever deeper. After a short time I was just screaming with the pleasure over and over until, after what felt like a lifetime, I felt him come inside me with a final few short shuddering bursts. I did my best to tighten my grip on him to maximise our final pleasure.

Finally he pulled out and released his hold on me. I slumped to the floor exhausted. He took a couple of deep breaths and then stood up over me.

"Thanks Marie," he said. "Now put your panties back on and lick me clean."

"Yes master." He hadn't given me permission to stop calling him master and it felt right to continue until he did.

I slipped my panties on and then knelt back infront of him, taking his still swollen dick back in my mouth and licking it all over until he was satisfied and patted the top of my head.

"That's enough for now you kinky little slut. Go and clean yourself up, then get back here with another beer."

I showered thoroughly in the hottest water I could bear; he'd told me to get clean and I wanted to be spotless. Then got straight back into my maid's outfit without thinking twice about it, relishing the gentle squeeze it applied to my waist and the way if lifted my breasts up for display. Finally I went to the mirror to fix my hair and make-up. My hands seemed to know exactly what to do, which was odd as I'd never done this before, and in just a few minutes I looked even cuter than I had done earlier - if I do say so myself. I felt more than ready to go again if that's what he wanted.

I ran down to the kitchen to get his beer. As I opened the fridge and the cold air hit me I suddenly felt as though as I was coming out of a daze. What the hell was I doing? He had me dolled up as his maid and was well on his way to making some kind of slave fuck-toy out of me too. I had to snap out of this and confront him.

I strutted into the main room, I couldn't help but walk with a dainty sway of the hips in these damn heels, and handed him his beer. He was sitting back on the couch I'd come round on and had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Master, please may I have an audience?" I said in a stammering tone.

Damn! That wasn't what I'd meant to say. I just couldn't help feeling nervous about talking to him, he was so intimidating.

"Certainly Marie. You may kneel at my feet while you talk.

"Thank you master," I said, as I knelt. I had to restain an insane, but strong, urge to kiss his feet when I found my face close to them.

"Master, I don't understand what's happening to me. Turning into a woman was one thing but now I feel like I'm turning into your slut maid. Everytime I see you I just want to kneel at your feet, obey your every command and pleasure you with my mouth and pussy. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I think we need to change back quickly."

"Marie, perhaps I still haven't been entirely honest with you," he paused and grinned as he looked down at me.

That costume did a lot more than change you into the little sex goddess that I now see kneeling before me. That's just the first thing."

I shuddered inside but I'd said all I had the nerve to say and continued to kneel perfectly still while he spoke.

"After it finished with your body, which only takes a few seconds as you know, it get to work on your mind. To become the perfect maid it conditions you to make yourself up to look pretty and slutty, to pleasure a man expertly and, of course, to submit completely to your master's commands. This all takes a few hours but I think you're nearly finished. Soon the very thought of questioning me, or even asking to speak as you did just now, will be unthinkable to you. You'll only speak when spoken to and live to serve. How do you like that my darling."

I was stunned but I knew it was true as soon as he said it. Whatever will I'd had was waning rapidly. I'd already let him screw me like a whore and then I'd run around the house making myself pretty and getting his beer. It had been a terrible effort to voice my concerns and I didn't think I could manage it again. There had been a wonderful feeling of happiness and calm when I obeyed, and an increasing tension when I contemplated trying to confront him or disobey.

"Tell you what though my lovely little slut maid. If you want to get out of this just stand up and tell me so. But if, as a final sign of submission, you smother my feet with kisses then you'll be locked into your current body forever and I'll take full advantage of you. You'll clean the house every day, be my total sex slave and be shared around my friends like a cheap toy for others' amusement. Choose."

I was delighted. All I had to do was stand and say "I want out". I knew he'd be true to his word. God knows why he thought I'd even consider signing up to the nightmarish future as his slave. Still that didn't matter. I could end this right here.

That was when I noticed that my lips had steadily been nearing his shoes even while I'd been wallowing in relief. I tried to struggle but my body now seemed to be acting without me. One of my hands gently caressed his ankle while the other cupped the end of his shoe.

"I wish nothing other than to serve and pleasure you in any way you wish master. Please accept these kisses as my oath of eternal obedience," said my now sultry French voice.

I realised, as those words came out, that my last shred of will had gone. It had just been one more trap that Danni had laid infront of me knowing I couldn't escape. She only had to offer me a chance to please her and, as I now was, I would rush like an eager pet to fulfill her desire.

My head continued its descent towards Danni's, Master's, shoes and I covered every part of them with kisses, over and over again, until she signalled me to stop.

 

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Danni was true to her word. Everyday I found myself executing the routine of chore's she had laid down for her maid. I cleaned and dusted every inch of her flat and was always waiting, stood pert and to attention just inside the door, with a tumbler of brandy on a silver tray when she got home.

She enjoyed watching me do my chores and whenever I knew she was watching me I helplessly found myself showing off my breasts or sticking out my ass by bending over to dust or clean something near the floor. After she'd had her fun watching me humiliate myself she'd stroll over, usually push me firmly over the dining tabe, and fuck me from behind. Sometimes she'd prompt me to talk while she was having me and I'd find myself screaming "Oh yes master, thank you master, you're so good master". Then she would have me lick clean her dick and finally polish the dining table, also with my tongue.

Once she had one of her old girlfriends round and, after instructing me to obey, left us alone together for a couple of hours. This girlfriend was a lesbian with a fetish for French maids so I suited her down to the ground. After having me perform my chores infront of her, polishing the floor around her feet with me again wiggling by breasts and ass at every opportunity, she had me pleasure myself with the handle of my duster and finally pleasure her with my tongue until she'd had all the orgasms she could handle.

My final surprise was when one day, after about a year of living as a man (and fucking me like crazy), Danni came in one day looking just as she did before we swapped. Obviously the line about us both having to the costume shop together to change back to our old bodies has just been one more of her fictions.

She eyed me with a grin as I stood, still as a statue, next to the door offering the usual brandy.

"Not today Marie. Now that I'm back to being a girl I'll be wanting a gin and tonic in future. Don't know if you remember but that was always my favourite drink before the switch."

Even if I'd had permission to speak I don't know if I'd have been able to. She came to stand right in front of me, hands in the pockets of the blue jeans she was wearing, while I continued to stand at attention in my maid's outfit with my tiny stomach tucked in and my big breasts pushed out.

"I really enjoyed my time as a man Marie, mostly fucking you and having you sucking on my dick. But I always knew I'd want to go back to being a girl after a while. It's who I am."

Even in my heels she was still a couple of inches taller than me. She was stood so close that our breasts were gently touching. I kept my eyes passively looking down as a good maid should.

"Don't worry though Marie. There's not going to be much disruption to your routine. You'll still do your chores everyday and you'll be pleasuring me on a regular basis. My friend told me you've a got a tongue that knows it's way around a pussy and can go for hours. Of course I kind of knew that would be the case. It's all part of being a good maid isn't it?"

"Yes... mistress," I replied without raising my eyes.

"And don't worry about not getting pumped by a dick in future - I've got a lot of male friends who've already expressed enthusiasm for fucking my cute little maid while I watch. You'll like that won't you."

"Yes mistress," I said again. These two words were almost the only ones I'd ever say now for the rest of my life.

"Anyway, I can't wait to get started. Follow me to bed Marie and show me what a good little slut you can be for your mistress."

I looked up to follow and was overcome with lust for her as I saw that figure I now remembered from a year ago; firm and athletic, full breasts, tight ass, shiny blonde hair to her shoulders and her lively and confident face. It seemed that whatever form she took I would instantly become her eager sex puppy. It was another clever little trick of my outfit that she doubtless knew all about.

"Come along now Marie, I know you're desperate to get started."

With her permission I began to undress her, savouring every moment. She had me strip and then stand next to her infront of the mirror.

There were two stunning women. One looking masterful, almost Amazonian, with her athletic body and assertive face. The other, me, far more feminine with long dark hair, full round breasts, delicate small frame and a very submissive demeanour. Then she moved behind me and cupped my breats in her hands, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, pulling them around. I could barely stand, even see, with the pleasure. Then she moved her fingers down my tummy and into my pussy. Soon I was rocking helplessly in her strong grasp, squealing with delight until I came explosively. In the mirror I could see Danni smiling, obviously pleased to still be able to control my body so easily.

"There, now don't say I don't treat you my little maid. But now it's time for you to show your mistress just how you adore her."

With that she lay on the bed, opened her legs and closed her eyes. I knew what my mistress wanted and, without hesitation, eased my head between her thighs and buried my tongue in her pussy.

"There's a good slut," moaned Danni, with obvious delight. "Pleasure your mistress for hours and hours."

I knew I would be happily serving my mistress for the rest of my days. She was a Goddess and I was her devoted maid and sex-toy. When I'd pleasured her to her satisfaction I'd get straight back into my outfit and get on with my chores to show her what a good little maid I'd be for her. But for now I had more important work to do, and I focused entirely on satisfying my wonderful mistress.

 

Dosto, 2004

  

  

  

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