How to be a French Maid

You’ve decide that your true calling in life is to be a French Maid and serve your Mistress in any and every way she desires. Now what? Maybe you don’t even have a Mistress yet, maybe you don’t have a cute French Maid uniform, maybe you don’t even shave your legs. Not to worry, its all about your attitude.

Of course at some point you will need to shave, wear silky, lacy panties every single day, as well as stockings, high heels, a wig and full makeup. This can seem overwhelming to the beginning sissy maid, but fear not, I will help you.

As I mentioned earlier, its all about your attitude.

“Oh yes Miss Teresa, but how do I develop the proper attitude?” you whine.

God question, easy answer. Put on your panties and the dress.

“Yes, but then what? Isn’t a French maid uniform very expensive? Is there a way to prevent the inevitable stains from showing? I’m not very good at cooking a roast, will I have to cook a roast? And, and, and….”

You see, this is not the right attitude but I will answer the most important questions. A French Maid uniform does not have to be expensive, it just has to be very short and very cute. Cheeky if you will.

Lets say that through careful research you find a Cheeky French Maid uniform in exactly your size for less than $50. You discover that it comes in 8 different colors including Deep Purple, but unless your Mistress is a fan of Smoke on the water I suggest black, pink or white. “White?” you think to yourself, “I bet the stains would hardly even show” and you would be correct.

What about cooking a large roast? Listen, you’ll be so tied up (possibly literally) doing other chores I’m sure that won’t be a problem.

Now about your attitude. Once you get the balls to finally shave those long pretty legs of yours, slowly slip on the matching panties and look in the mirror. Next, you take your new Cheeky French maid uniform off the padded hanger and lay it on the bed. Pretty isn’t it?

Run your hands over the satin and lace, look at the adorable puff sleeves, the stretchy waist, and the sexy matching pinafore. Its yours sweetheart, its all yours.

Take a deep breath and put it on. Feel the cool satin as it glides over your panties. Play with the little front tie until you get it just right. Adjust the sleeves and your apron. Good girl. Now tiptoe over to the full length mirror and take a look at yourself.

Oh yes, yes, yes! You feel fantastic and the dress fits perfectly. Your Mistress is going to be very impressed and give you all kinds of special treats.

You’ll be entertaining all her friends. They’ll want to dress you up in different outfits and have you model for them. You’ll get frequent spankings, and other humiliating forms of punishment. The girls will pull your panties down because you’ve been a very naughty girl, you asked too many questions.

“A roast, do you believe that girls? Our little sissy wants to know if she has to cook a fucking roast! Get my strap-on, get the lube, hold her girls.”

You feel it slip inside you easily, as if its the most natural thing in the world. She pushes harder, its big, bigger than you thought. You begin moaning with pleasure, whispering the words softly at first, then louder as it goes in all the way and she starts to pump it in and out.

“Fuck me-Fuck me-Fuck me….”

OH-OH, you feel the pressure building and there’s no way to stop it. Youre going to cum and they realize that. Pulling out the strap-on Mistress slaps you hard on your ass and tells you to pull your panties all the way up, fast!

As you shudder and try to cover yourself,  you shoot hard into those panties as the girls watch and laugh.

Fortunately your dress is a creamy white thanks to proper planning. You go back to work in your wet panties with a smile, and a feeling of perfect contentment.

You did buy the white dress right?

Cheeky French Maid Uniform

This is the Wow factor

I’ll bet that when you started wearing panties you had to borrow them, am I right? You know what they say about that: Neither a borrower nor a lender be. But as a young man there’s a good chance you didn’t have your own panty drawer, so you had to compromise a bit. Perfectly understandable.

The thing about borrowing someone else’s clothes is that their taste might not match yours. Maybe she didn’t have smooth, satin, lacy, silky, feminine panties in pretty colors. Maybe she just had comfortable cotton briefs, all in white. YEECH! I can’t even imagine that and I’m getting chills just thinking about it.

Now that you’re all growed up though you no longer have to borrow panties. You can buy the most feminine panties you want, in every color under the rainbow and just sit pretty. So tell me, what exactly would you really like in a pair of satin panties?

I’ll tell you what you’d really like, you’d like the Wow factor and here it is.

These are Tushy Frilly Panties, even the name makes you think hard about them. The front is smooth, soft satin with an adorable ribbon right in the middle. Butt wait, there’s more…

Ta-Da! The rear of these little beauties are covered in gorgeous deep ruffles, a little reminder that you’re wearing something special.

What about jingly bells, or a panty lock, a higher waist, or a rear hole? Those are all options and they come in 7 colors and in just your size.

I’m sure you already have piles and piles of panties already, a peck of panties if you will. But do you have a special pair that makes you say wow every time you get out of the bath and slip them on?

This, my good woman, is the Wow factor.

Note: If you haven’t already figured it out, Darrell Sheets wears pink satin panties when he goes to auctions. He feels it gives him an edge.

WOW!

Tushy Frilly Panties

Interview with a Crossdresser

ME: Thank you for doing this interview, I think a lot of people may have similar issues. Now is Melissa Pindick your real name?

HIM: No, my real name is Tony and I’m an accountant.

ME: Alright Sir. You’ve told that me you’ve been crossdressing for most of your life, you must have a fantastic collection of lingerie, dresses, blouses, skirts, and heels.

HIM: No, I don’t. Actually I haven’t dressed up in over 10 years.

ME: Oh, and why is that Tony?

HIM: Well, I used to drink and I think a large part of the reason is the anxiety and guilt I have about this. I mean, I loved dressing up but it caused me so much stress that I eventually stopped. I used to buy things and throw them out, then do the same thing a couple of weeks later.

ME: That’s a shame, you know you could have packed them up and dropped them into a Red Cross box or something.

HIM: I guess so, but I was so nervous just bringing them to the dumpster that I was a complete wreck. I never would have thought of donating them.

ME: I understand, I really do. So do you still have crossdressing fantasies?

HIM: Oh yes, I think about it all the time. For example, yesterday I saw a picture of Carey Mulligan in the New York Post wearing a gorgeous white cotton bra. I thought about that all day long.

ME: I saw that too! Is this the picture?

HIM: Oh that’s it alright. As soon as I saw that I made up a complete fantasy scene in my head. The girls are dressing me up, and they hand me this bra. Then they say: “Isn’t this a pretty bra Melissa? You don’t have breasts yet but you will soon. Here, let me help you put it on.” Oh my God I’m getting excited all over again just thinking about it. This is a little embarrassing Teresa.

ME: Its OK, I’m sure a lot of people got excited by that bra. I even read the article to see if I could find out who makes it. The thing is though that a push up bra might not be the best choice for you, if you were to buy a bra which I guess you won’t.

HIM: I’d like to but it just feels so wrong. When I used to dress up it felt amazing, unlike almost anything I’ve ever felt, but afterwards I felt like a fool. I was ashamed, I felt guilty, and I kind of hated myself.

ME: I see. How often do you masturbate about these fantasies?

HIM: I guess every day, sometimes twice a day. I live alone so I have a lot of privacy. Its pretty much my whole sex life.

ME: So let me get this straight, you constantly fantasize about crossdressing, masturbate about it frequently, but don’t want to actually dress up anymore because it makes you nervous. Is that right?

HIM: Yes, that’s exactly right.

ME: Well I guess the interview is over.

HIM: But wait a minute, don’t you have any advice or magic words that will make it alright?

ME: No I don’t. You told me you’re 44 years old, I guess if you haven’t found a way to deal with this by now you’re never going to.

HIM: I kind of lied about that, I’m 61. I want to feel OK about it but I’m afraid of what other people might think, I always have been.

ME: Alright, you want some advice? You may have 20 years left, maybe more maybe less. So far this fear of what people might think hasn’t worked out too well has it? You might want to consider a different plan.

HIM: Can I call you once in a while and talk about it, kind of get reassurance?

ME: No. You’re a big boy or girl, whichever you choose to be. I’m not trying to be mean but life is about making choices, and sometimes the choices are very hard. (no pun intended)

HIM: I know, and thank you. Lets just say I did want a bra, what kind would you recommend?

ME: Now you’re talkin Melissa! I would suggest a Whispy Bra. Its all satin and lace and it has adorable little bows. You could even get it in white like the push up bra in the picture, but this will fit you better since you don’t have breasts.

HIM: Tell me a story Teresa, tell me how you’d slip my arms through and adjust the straps. Tell me what you’d do to me next.

ME: Listen Miss Pindick, you’ll put your bra on and like it. Sit there like a good girl while we do your hair and makeup. How was that?

HIM: Fantastic! But I don’t think I have enough hair left to do much with. What kind of wig do you think would look good on me? I like curls, always have.

ME: Good girl Melissa, such a good girl.

It costs so little to look lovable

I think that says it all.

There’s a New Girl in Town

He used to be sad, he used to be shy. Funniest thing, the saddest part is he never knew why.

Kickin himself for nothin was his favorite sport. He had to take off, start enjoyin cause life’s too short.

There’s a new girl in town and he’s looking good. There’s a fresh freckled face, in the neighborhood. There’s a new girl in town, with a brand new style.

He was just passing through, but if things work out he’s gonna stay awhile….ba ba bum bum bummmm.