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It was ten to ten at Mason's Dresswear: the eyes of all the girls were on the service door. Which outfit would Helen have him in today? Helen, the floor manager, had three maid's uniforms for the new boy, Stephen Shepherd: the traditional hotel room maid's maroon dress with neat white apron, short sleeves and white starched cap; then there was the extremely short sissy-style dress with extra frilly petticoats filling out his skirt around his frilly panties - they loved that one - and the third one was a Victorian housemaid costume in black taffeta, with long white bibbed apron from his high neck to his ankles. He wore all of them with skyscraper heels, and after all the walking-on-heels practice she made him do, round and round her office, he had gotten good at it.
The door opened and Helen stepped into the work-pool. What followed opened the girls' eyes wide and brought a burst of laughter at the same time. He was in a new uniform and it was pure girly-girl. Stephen Shepherd wore a pink and white dress; not a normal dress: its style was exaggerated into extremely femme details; his skirt was below the knee and very wide, making the girls want to lift it to see how many petticoats he wore. Its sleeves were very full, but the most obvious sissy feature was its enormous collar. Helen liked big collars anyway: her dresses and blouses nearly all had large collars, but this one nearly hid his blushing face. And how he was blushing! He was nearly in tears.
"Why Stephen," cried Opal, "what a lovely dress you're wearing today."
He tried to turn away, his face swivelling into the sides of his collar. To be exact his dress had two collars: a stiffened pink collar in taffeta, and an inner frilly-edged collar in white satin which seemed to reflect the redness of his cheeks. The coffees on his tray were rattling with the trembles that shook his whole body.
"It looks like you're wearing a pink skirt and a white blouse, Stephen," observed Samantha, a curl of irony twisting her smile.
"And they're both LOVELY!" enthused Britney. "Doesn't he look so FEMININE today, Isla?"
"Oh yes. Thank you, Miss Clench, for allowing Stephen to wear such an elegant uniform to serve us our coffees in."
"Yes," said Helen. "He had better mind himself though. When I examine his panties in a few minutes in my office, I better hadn't find he has disgraced himself, or I'll be summoning you all to witness the punishment I'll be giving him."
She turned and disappeared back to her office, which was the signal for all the girls to gather round the maid and point out to him with gushing admiration how very girly he was today amongst all the girly girls at Mason's Dresswear.
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