Before Julie left me for a real man, she told me she had been confiding with a neighbor, a British woman named Anne, who was a neighbor in our building. As it turned out, Anne was the one that suggested that Julie dress me as a maid. It seemed she knew something about maids from her life in London. She grew up with maids in the family household. Anne had shared stories of living a life of luxury, with Julie. A lifestyle she still retained to some degree, being an heiress and a successful investor. She lived alone and was a woman of independent means.
When Julie informed her that she was leaving, she said Anne inquired about me. Was I leaving too, or staying? She knew I was a student and would struggle since Julie had taken care of the bills. Evidently, Julie had told her it was my problem but suggested she would tell me to contact her. She told me she described it as a âchange of ownership,â from one superior woman to another. Julie told me Anne was expecting me to contact her. Then she added, âJust know, sheâs a bit of a Diva.â
When Julie moved out, I moped around for a few days, contemplating what to do. I struggled with making decisions. Julie had been the decision maker. Around the third day, I began worrying that Anne would be growing impatient and become upset with me for not contacting her. I hadnât even met her and already I was concerned with displeasing her. Typical beta thoughts I told myself, just like Julie always said. It suddenly dawned on me that I was lost without an alpha woman to guide me. I decided to go see her, the next day.
I had one college class scheduled the day I was to meet Anne, but I decided to skip it. Instead I thought it best to spend the time preparing myself. Since she knew of the arrangement I had with Julie, I assumed she would expect me to come dressed as a girl and I wanted to make a good first impression. I followed my usual routine of showering, shaving my body, and selecting a nice bra and panties set. After setting my hair in hot rollers, I went about applying my makeup. Nothing extravagant, just enough to have a pretty face.
Finished with my makeup, I went to my closet to select a dress. Something simple but tasteful, I thought. I selected a light gray shirt dress with white polka dots. After inserting some breast forms into my bra and adding a chemise, I slipped on my dress. I then took the rollers out and ran my fingers through my hair to arrange the curls, finishing it with some hair spray. Next, I selected a red lipstick and did my lips, then spritzed on a nice perfume. I decided Iâd paint my nails too. I located my nail kit and supplies, then went about the task of giving myself a manicure and pedicure. I then applied a nail polish to match my lipstick. I finished my look with some modest silver hoop earrings and a necklace. Finally, I selected some modest heels and a matching handbag. When I checked myself in the mirror, one final time, I felt the twinge of excitement every sissy feels when dressed properly. I was ready.
Leaving my apartment to get to Miss Anneâs residence meant entering a hallway, then going out to the street and around the corner, as the building was subdivided for apartments and towne homes. I had never been in one of the towne homes, but Julie had told me how beautiful Miss Anneâs home was.
She then explained that she knew all about me. âEverything?â I asked. âEverything.â She answered, with a smile. It turned out that Miss Anne was a client at the salon where Julie had worked and had discussed all the intimate details. I immediately felt embarrassed. Miss Anne seemed amused by my humiliation. She admitted it was her that had suggested Julie begin dressing me as a maid. She then explained her own background and having a maid in service to her. A British tradition she said. As she spoke, I was mesmerized by her voice. Very lovely, with a sophisticated tone and accent. I felt inferior in her presence.
She further explained that she had mentioned to Julie that her maid had left and was absolutely lost without a maid. She said Julie responded with the news that she was leaving to be with her new man. It seemed, to both of them, that the solution was obvious. She admitted that she recognized I was still a college student but hoped an arrangement could be worked out. She added that her private assistant generally took care of everything during the work week, Monday through Thursday, but it was the rest of the week that was the problem. She hoped I could devote myself to those three days.
I felt a bit relieved and found her offer interesting. Could I really continue my college classes and also be her maid on the weekends? Not knowing what to expect, it struck me as a very reasonable offer. Something I didnât expect. As if reading my thoughts, she added, âIâm sure you feel a bit lost without a superior woman to serve, donât you?â Lowering my head, I answered, âYes.â âThen,â she said, âThe arrangement is agreeable?â As usual, I couldnât say no to a superior woman, and answered, âYes.â Very quickly, she corrected me by saying âI believe, the proper response is, âYes, Miss Anne.â âYes, Miss Anne.â I correctly answered.
âJust one more thing,â she added, âI expect your utmost obedience. You do know what I mean when I say that, donât you?â âYes, Miss Anne.â I answered. âGood, I thought you would.â She added. âNow, that is all for today,â she said as she stood up. âTomorrow is Friday, so I expect you to report in the morning, in uniform. Understood?â Â âYes, Miss Anne.â I answered, as I stood up. âVery well, youâre dismissed now.â She concluded while motioning with her hand for me to leave. Instinctively, I curtsied, and turned to leave.