Chapter 5 – Queen for a Day
“Well sleeping beauty, it’s time to get up. You have allot of work to do to get ready for the party.”
Nancy woke up, feeling that she had hardly slept at all. She was aware of the ache in her arms, as they remained securely tied to the sides of her body. The girls untied her and led her to the bathroom. They added to her humiliation as they watched her relieve herself, sitting like a girl, and then bathed her, leaving no part of her body untouched. The frustration she had felt yesterday was reborn, but the girls had no intention of satisfying Nancy’s needs.
After her bath they dried and powdered her, and even dabbed some perfume on her neck, and then led the feminized boy to the bedroom to dress. Today, she would be in basic black. Black bikini panties with matching bra and slip, black pantyhose, black patent leather shoes with medium heels, and a black dress with a white lace collar that went halfway down her thighs made up the outfit. After applying her makeup and fixing her hair, Andrea produced a white frilly apron and cap. When Nancy looked in the mirror, she realized that she looked like a maid, and that was what she was going to be.
Nancy spent the morning doing housework. She made breakfast for her mistresses, cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, made the bed, dusted, vacuumed, and washed clothes. Lois or Andrea, or both were there supervising her every move, and forcing her to do it over if she didn’t accomplish the task to expectations.
Several times she was near tears, and only with great effort was Nancy able to hold them back. By lunchtime, she was exhausted, and she wondered what else they would have come up with for her do.
“You did such a good job as our maid, we are going to reward you, Nancy. We will allow you to go outside this afternoon. It is such a beautiful day, and we wouldn’t want you to miss it”, announced Andrea.
“We have an order at the grocery store for the party tonight. Why don’t you go pick it up. Oh, and don’t get any ideas about not coming back. You will not have any money or keys to our house, and you won’t get far dressed like that.”
“You mean I have to go wearing all these fancy looking girls clothes?” asked Nancy.
“Of course not, silly”, said Lois “Do you think we would make you go out looking like a French maid?”
As Norman heaved a sigh of relief, he heard Lois say “Take off your apron and cap. We’ll comb your hair and fix your makeup. Then you can go to the store.”
Soon Nancy found herself outside the house, with instructions to pick up the groceries and return home. If she wasn’t back in 30 minutes, the whole town would learn of her escapades the last 24 hours. Nancy knew she had no choice but to obey. She had no way of getting away, and even if she did, had nowhere to go. To make matters worse, she was starting to enjoy her new role as a female, and the clothes were exciting her. She was not left alone long enough to satisfy what was becoming an urgent need, at least not until now, and she could hardly relieve her frustrations in the street. She walked to the store, certain that everyone who saw her would know she was not a real girl. To her great relief, people accepted her for what she seemed to be, and in fact, one of the grocery clerks flirted with her and insisted on carrying her groceries home.
When they got home, Andrea was sitting on the front porch with a smile on her face.
“Who’s your friend Nancy?” she asked.
“I..Andrea, this is Robert. He insisted on carrying my groceries.
“Well, Robert I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Nancy’s step sister. We are having a party tonight. Would you like to come? We always have room for an extra person.”
“Sure, it sounds like fun and its a pleasure to meet you too, Andrea. Well, I had better get back to work. See you girls tonight. Good bye Nancy.”
“Oh, g..good bye Robert, and thank you”, she stammered.
“Well Nancy, it looks like you won another heart. What are you going to do with two boys fighting over you tonight. Ha ha, I can hardly wait to see how you handle it. I may take notes. Who knows, maybe I’ll learn something.”
