2 comments/ 44993 views/ 6 favorites Afternoon Tea on the Lawn By: Tomsparty I waited outside the shop for it to open. It was quite chilly and my legs where frozen even though I wore an expensive pair of sheer stockings. The dress wasn't much warmer and I wished I had a full-length coat. Trish, the owner was the first to arrive. 'Hello darling, nice Christmas?' She knew full well that I had enjoyed my best ever Christmas. I had received my first dress, everyone learnt my secret and instead of ridicule I was lovingly accepted plus and this is the big one... I was offered my ideal job. It was an ordinary job but so special to me - I was to work in Trish's boutique, 'Debut' as a glamorous shop girl and this was my first day. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first day in class. Trish proudly walked me round her shop before opening to the public, showing me the various sections; Skirts, tops, dresses, slacks, jumpers, lingerie, shoes and accessories. It was an Aladdin's cave of girlie clothes and I could hardly contain my excitement. And unlike other days when I had wandered round her store this time I wore a dress and the swish of the skirts and the feel of my silky stockings and lacy lingerie just added to my overall excitement. Trish then introduced me to Lucy and Kate the two other sales girls. Both in their early twenties with beautiful figures and I could tell from there appearance they cared for themselves as women. Their hair was beautiful, well cut and shiny and their nails manicured and their make-up expertly applied. I was immediately jealous of all their girlie refinements and wondered if I could ever be as beautiful as them. My tiny cock squirmed inside my panties and I wondered if they knew as they eyed me suspiciously and smirked at my outdated dress. I began to feel ugly and very unhip. Trish seemed to understand. 'Kate,' Trish said, 'can you take Rosemary through last seasons sale rail and help pick her out a new outfit. Can you give her a quick make over to bring her up to date.' Kate smiled sympathetically and beckoned me to follow her as Trish and Lucy busied themselves with some new stock. 'Trish told us you where joining,' Kate said fingering my dress, 'and I can see why you want to change out of this old dress.' She wrinkled her nose in disgust and eyed me up and down. 'Where the hell did you get it? Not here that's for certain.' 'It was a gift,' I say awkwardly,' 'from a relative.' She shrugs. 'I guessed so... no one would buy a dress like that today.' She flicked some stray strands of hair from her head thoughtfully. Do you really know anything about today's fashion? What makes the hottest trends work? How to you co-ordinate colours, when do you wear high or low heels?' 'Y, y, yes,' I say nervously as she picked some dresses, skirts and tops off the rail. 'I think so.' Kate smiled but I think she was unsure. But I didn't care I was in heaven. 'These are beautiful,' she said, 'and since you have a perfect figure they will look amazing on you. You're so lucky that Trish is giving you these things.' 'I wish,' I say, 'she's taking them out of my first months wages,' I correct her. She smiles understandingly, 'The changing room is over there.' She says pointing to a cubicle in the corner. Once inside I drew the curtain. On my own I took a huge sigh of relief - so far so good. I stood stock-still and just took in the situation - I was living the perfect dream. I was working as a pretty girl, dressing as a girl, had been accepted as a girl and was surrounded by beautiful feminine clothes with girls that cared about fashion and their appearance. Was this a fantasy come true when only a few weeks ago I was a no hoper? No job, no future, no friends and no dresses. I sighed again and carefully stripped out of Aunties quaint Christmas dress and hung it on a hanger. I knew it was old fashioned but now surrounded by all this trendy designer gear it looked incredibly naff. Standing in only my lacy bra and skimpy silk panties I wondered what Trish had told Lucy and Kate. Both girls hadn't made any reference to my gender. Did they think I was a real girl or where they just being polite? I wasn't sure either way - I guess time will tell. I looked at myself in the long mirror and was pleased to see I looked incredibly feminine. I let Julia, my sister, pluck my eyebrows into a feminine arch and teach me about make-up. She had done a grand job and was now able to expertly apply foundation, eye shadow, lipstick and mascara. The gelatine filled bra mum gave me was a stroke of inspiration as it gave me an enviable figure. Now my waist was smaller than Lucy and Kates and my legs where longer and smoother. I wondered if I would be any good as a sales girl. I did hope so - I didn't want to let Trish, Auntie, Mum or Julia down. And now I had to compete with Kate and Lucy. I tried a few things on each time showing Kate for her opinion. I loved a soft linen skirt but couldn't find a top to match, a denim dress teamed with a leather belt and a Stetson transported me to the Wild West but according to Kate I looked too theatrical so I eventually choose a classic - an embroidered peach cotton and tulle dress. I was admiring myself in the mirror when the curtain whisked open. 'How does it fit?' Kate asks admiringly in that sales girl way. Feeling like a virginal Little Bo Peep I perform a twirl and smirk proudly. 'Are you sure this doesn't make my bum look big?' I say Kate giggles like a schoolgirl and clasps an imitation gold necklace with a medallion around my neck. 'Don't be stupid, you look beautiful,' she says stuffing my old dress and the hanger into a carrier bag with distaste. 'You look like Cameron Diaz,' I blush and feel my cock twitch again - no one had ever called me beautiful or compared me to a stunning model before. I was well made up. Kate waves the bag in the air. 'I'd lose this on the way home if I was you. But I couldn't. It was my first dress. Auntie gave it to me and it was my passport into my new world. I felt emotionaly attached to it despite its age. Lucy was initially ever so sweet she showed me the ropes; how to use the till, where the stock room was, what to say and how to close. I followed her round like a terrified lamb for an hour before they thought I was knowledgeable enough to cope on my own. It was all terribly scary. My first few customers where a bit tricky. Not that I found working as a girl difficult - to the contra I wore my new pretty dress with tremendous confidence and found everything second nature, voice, pose, mannerisms. My problem being - I didn't know where the stock was, which sizes we had in what colour and the designer names where all relatively new to me. I did however discover I had an uncanny ability to choose the right outfit that showed off any girl's assets and could mix and match colours like an artist. As I picked up momentum and confidence Kate and Lucy helped me out more reluctantly. This I assumed this was because we all earned commission and they now saw me as competition. I needn't have worried Trish watched me carefully giving me pointers and helpful tips throughout the morning. Had my tiny cock not enjoyed itself so much I would have forgotten I had one. At the end of the morning Trish totted up my sales. I had sold a luxurious pair of multi-coloured patterned pumps by Marc Jacobs, a navy blue buttoned blazer with a pair of white skinny jeans and a stretchy red and white top all by Diesel, a brown leather shoulder bag by Paul Smith, a khaki dress by MK One, a pretty blue dress by Stella McCartney and a pair of Sunglasses, which I thought was odd since it was January. Trish was ecstatic. I had sold more than both Lucy and Kate together. This didn't please my new friends but I told them it was beginners luck. What pleased me the most was the look of relief on Trish's face. She seemed relieved that her gamble, and it was a big risk, in me was paying off. Think about it - She had a lot to lose. Debut the shop with its four branches had some considerable reputation and employing a sissy crossdresser potentially could ruin everything. I took a short break for lunch during which Kate kindly walked me round the town. Now I can't begin to explain the simple joy of walking round the shops dressed as a girl. I had been to town many times but never in lingerie, a designer dress, stockings and high heels. I enjoyed every minute, every sensation. The sound of my tiny heels clicking in the pavement, the swish of my dress on my silken legs and the rustle of my dress hanging round my breasts. Popping into other boutiques and flicking through the dresses as a girl was a tremendous thrill. My transition into womanhood seemed complete. Kate was none the wiser and everyone we met seemed oblivious to my true identity. We even got a wolf whistle from a group of builders high up on some scaffolding that really made my day. This was when something funny happened - I felt a flush of excitement. Why? I'm not sure. I wasn't gay or had any interest in men up until now. All I wanted to do was wear women's clothes. The very sensation of silk, lace and delicate fabrics against my skin drove me wild. So why now? Was my body undergoing some form of feminine change? I thought I dressed pretty for the benefit of myself not for some hunky builder and yet wearing the delightfully feminine dress I soaked up their comments like a sponge. So please excuse me harbouring on about this and if you don't enjoy the male bit please skirt (no pun intended) around these bits and resume later. Back in the shop Trish was talking animatedly to an older woman she called Yvonne. She was dressed impeccably in an expensive smart canary yellow business suit, court shoes and a crisp white blouse. Her fingers where laden with gold rings and she wore an expensive looking pearl necklace with matching earrings. Her hair was beautifully cut and she stood very tall and proud. Her voice was very respectable and she spoke with a cool authority that made me shudder. She seemed too old to be a 'Debut' customer. 'Rosemary love,' Trish said to me as I walked in, 'could you show Mrs Forrester some things. She wants a few outfits for her niece.' I smile and sashay with her deeper into the shop as unbeknown to me Kate and Lucy look on enviously. 'Treat her well' Trish calls to me, 'Mrs Forrester is one of my best customers.' Eek I suddenly felt under pressure as I asked her what she wanted. 'I need a few outfits,' she said calmly. 'A stylish, modern dress for the day, a pretty skirt and top suitable for a picnic later in the year. A swimming costume, some lingerie, a pair of heels and a glitzy evening dress for a forthcoming party.' Gosh I thought if I can sell this lot I would be earning lots of commission. 'What size is your niece,' I ask in my politest high-pitched voice. Mrs Forrester looked at me carefully. 'That's the snag,' she said eventually. 'My niece is forever growing and I'm really not sure.' Hell, I thought this wasn't going to be so easy. Mrs Forrester walks around me and touches me lightly on the shoulder. 'I do believe,' she says, 'she's about your size. What are you?' I blush, 'I'm a UK 12/14' I say. 'Depending on the outfit and the label.' I smirk remembering a lesson Kate had said earlier. 'Excellent if we buy everything to fit you we should be alright, yes?' 'OK,' I say feeling the pressure mount. 'What does your niece look like. What's her style?' Again Mrs Forrester looked at me carefully before replying. 'Remarkably she has similar hair to you, her eyes are the same colour and her complexion is the same too. And style... let me see... well she's sexy and body conscious just like you too' 'Good,' I say uneasily, 'this shouldn't be too difficult.' Over the next thirty minutes we wandered around the shop selecting items I thought her niece would like. We browsed over sweet flouncy skirts, formal full-length frocks, silk and jersey dresses, sexy lingerie, revealing tops and tight pencil skirts. I was in a fantasy - selecting clothes for a girl like me with apparently no budget. But all didn't feel quite right - I wasn't sure what it was but there was something about Mrs Forrester that gave me the creeps. Mrs Forrester particularly liked my choice of day dress. For this I choose a long sleeved white print dress and a large leather belt. It was by Mulberry and over £300 pounds but I'd not asked her a budget so I chanced my arm. 'It's very pretty,' she gushes, 'I love the circular patterns, collar and full skirt. Do you like it?' 'Yes,' I say enthusiastically brushing my hair from my face in a flirty way. 'Excellent could you try it on for me?' I wasn't sure of the shops policy but I was happy to oblige disappearing again into the now familiar cubicle. The dress fitted like a second skin and hung beautifully off the shoulders and was light to touch with incredible detailing. It's price tag was immediately justified in my eyes. Unfortunately the skim of the dress on my knee caused my tiny cock to stir and horror of horrors it began to swell and press against the dress in a very unfeminine way. What accentuated the matter was how everyone was waiting for me back in the shop. Trish, Kate, Lucy and Mrs Forrester -- They all wanted to see what I looked like. Not wanting to disappoint I waltzed up and down the isle like a catwalk model terrified that they would spot my tiny indiscretion. 'Very dashing,' said Trish. 'It's so feminine. It's so you,' said Kate. 'The skirt is so flouncy and shows off your slender ankles.' said Lucy. I went light-headed with all the compliments and stumbled a couple of steps causing the skirt to rise exposing my lacy stocking tops. I blushed modestly. 'I'll take it,' Mrs Forrester said quickly and without hesitation I darted back into the changing room before I blew my cover. I was back down to my panties and bra when Trish burst in. I blushed again and tried to cover myself. 'Don't be silly or shy,' she said taking the dress from me. I know your little secret. Here.' She hands me a sparkling silver evening dress. 'You recommended this apparently and she wants you to try it on too.' The beautiful dress consisted of a huge full skirt of a metallic material that resembled silver foil and a Basque that reminded me of a medieval breastplate on a suit of armour. Thankfully Trish stayed with me and helped me dress. I'd never worn anything like it before and I felt trussed up like an oven-ready turkey by the time Trish had tied all the bows, fastened the clips and zipped me inside. 'How do I look,' I ask as Trish dropped a tiny veil that came with the dress over my head. The dress stuck outward and swung like a bell as I walked. I sighed a heavy sign of relief as my now throbbing cock was covered. Yet I was becoming so incredibly excited I could feel my silk panties dampen and wished I'd worn a pantie liner or something with a thicker gusset. 'Oh my goodness you're beautiful,' Mrs Forrester said studying my every curve. 'You are a hot young lady,' she touches the sequins, feels the skirts and I feel dizzy. 'Stand by the front window, dear, so I can see it in the sunlight.' I was nervous stepping so near the front door not used to dressing quite so dramatically and as the sunlight hit my dress I illuminated like a glitter ball at a dance. Lucy smirked and I wanted to hit her. 'Perfect,' Mrs Forrester said gleefully. 'I'll take this too.' And that's how the next few minutes went. I picked something up, if Mrs Forrester liked it, she made me wear it and if it fitted me she bought it. Sounds simple yet it didn't all go as planned. The first skirt and top made me look like a sack of English potatoes but we got it right the second time. Though personally the skirt was far too short for my liking as it was so high my panties where clearly visible if I moved at all and if I bent down only slightly I gave everyone a flash and a thrill. But despite my concerns this humiliating aspect seemed to clinch the sale. The swimming costume was terrifying. Mrs Forrester didn't like my modest suggestion in aquamarine and instead she choose a tiny high-cut one piece in a candy pink. I almost died when she asked me to try it on. I looked at Trish for support but instead of giving me an option out she offered to help. Inside the cubicle, to my surprise, the ever-resourceful Trish taped my tiny cock up inside me with some gaffer tape. The result was amazing and as if by magic my cock took on the shape of a female mound. Squeezing into the one-piece bathing suit was quite a struggle. The sides where incredibly high and the lycra kept disappearing up my bum crack plus it took some careful fiddling to conceal my gelatine breasts in the costumes cups. But for added effect I wore the highest heels in the shop and a pair of designer large framed Yves Saint Lauren sunglasses. The swimsuit had an incredible effect on me as it moulded itself to my skin maximising my long legs and shapely butt, even my own nibbles began to tingle and I wondered how long the sticky tape would hold my twitching cock. Mrs Forrester studied me like a rare painting as I pranced around the shop in the high heels. I felt incredible and totally convincing. In fact if it weren't for the tape pulling at my pubic hairs I wouldn't believe that I was a young man. But despite my concerns the tape did hold firm and my gelatine inserts stayed firmly in place. That was another sale. Mrs Forrester also bought a tiny silk thong, some lace panties, two bras and a sexy lace teddy. Trish was needlessly delighted as she rung all her purchases up and folded them in a set of bags. 'Could you deliver them later this afternoon?' Mrs Forrester asked in her hoity toity voice 'I'll do it,' both Kate and Lucy cried eagerly. Mrs Forrester peered over her glasses like a schoolmistress. 'After all her hard work I was hoping the new girl, Rosemary could drive them round.' I blush and Trish agreed. 'Excellent, I have some more shopping to get so shall we say 3 o'clock. Trish nods and winks at me affectionately. Once Mrs Forrester had left the shop Trish gave me an enormous hug. 'Well done Rosemary you've sold nearly two thousand pounds of stock. I told you Mrs Forrester was a good customer even if slightly eccentric. But you must have caught her eye. You certainly have a hidden talent. Well done.' I was delighted but I wish I could say my two friends, Kate and Lucy felt the same as I got the distinct impression that they where very jealous. I tried to diffuse the situation. 'Don't worry,' I say, 'I properly won't sell anything else the rest of the week.' My words of encouragement didn't seem to work. 'I hope not,' Trish says sternly. 'I can't afford to carry any dead wood in my shop.' Her comments scared me. Not because of her business logic but the look in Lucy and Kate's eyes that followed and I knew then that future sales may not be so easy. I was right my two so called friends where like sales women possessed swooping on girls as they entered the shops like hawks. I had no chance and to make matters worse when I did manage to speak to a customer they either stole them off me or ridiculed my recommendations. It was all rather humiliating and I just hoped Trish would see through their childish games in addition to all the sales that where being rung up. But unfortunately Trish was rather blind to the background cattyness as she was only concerned with the sales and ultimately the profit. Yet as a reward, near the end of the day she suggested I choose another outfit. This time I selected a garden-print silk and chiffon dress with a matching jacket by Nicole Farhi. I also choose a pair of dark brown sandals and a red woven leather handbag. I didn't need the bag but I found myself attracted to it like a magnet and it contemplated my outfit beautifully. Was this a sign that I was turning more girlish by the minute? Dresses, shoes and now handbags -- heaven help me -- how would I be able to afford my expensive tastes. Afternoon Tea on the Lawn Later as it approached three o'clock I sat demurely in the passenger seat as pleased as punch that Mrs Forester had asked me to deliver her purchases. Unfortunately I had failed to mention that I couldn't drive so Trish had to take me leaving Kate and Lucy in charge of the shop. As I sat there, knees together admiring my silky thighs, new chiffon dress and red bag I wondered how the other girls where taking it. 'Now please remember, be nice to Mrs forester.' Trish says stepping into the car. 'As I said she's one of my best customers. I appreciate she can be a bit odd but just go with the flow. She always rewards well.' She gave me a wink but I wasn't sure what she meant. It turned out that Mrs Forrester, wife of a retired judge, lived in a large country house down a long gravel drive, lined with beautiful established oak trees and a delightful tendered garden. I was nervous and I rung the bell with trepidation as Trish got the bags out of the car. I rung before I saw the note on the door. 'She's out the back,' I shout, 'According to this she wants us to meet her in the garden.' Trish glares at me. 'If you mean "she" it's Mrs Forrester can you please call her by her name, Mrs Forrester. She can be very particular about address?' 'Sorry,' I say as we walk round the back taking the ornate path through vineyards, a rose garden and alongside a pond. We find Mrs Forrester entertaining three of her lady friends on the lawn. They are all sitting comfortably on teak furniture alongside a table under a sun parasol loaded with a china tea set, and cakes. A crochet set lay nearby. The ladies looked as if they had steeped from a movie. They all wore impeccable floral tea dresses Mrs Forrester wore a white cotton dress decorated with large English roses. A younger lady, but still in her fifties, wore a fuchsia pink dress with what looked like Flamingos on the hem and an older lady with very grey hair wore a frilly green dress with a leafy pattern. I glanced down at my own garden-print silk and chiffon dress with its matching jacket and almost laughed. As we walk up to the party the ladies all stop talking and watch me saunter across the lawn the high heels of my sandals sinking in the perfectly maintained lawn and my skin prickled with goose bumps. Mrs Forrester gave me a welcoming smile totally ignoring Trish 'Darling, so good of you to bring my things round. I've just been telling my friends what a treasure you are and how you helped me buy these absolutely beautiful things for my niece.' I nod and smile stupidly tasting the fresh application of lipstick I applied in the car. 'Isn't she beautiful? Look at her flawless skin, look at her shiny hair, look at those long slender legs and what an hourglass figure. Why don't you stay for some earl grey? 'No thank you,' Trish says before I could open my mouth, 'we must be getting back.' 'Oh that is a shame.' Mrs Forrester looked disappointed. 'I was hoping young Rosemary could show my friends what I had bought... at great cost from your shop. Surely Rosemary can stay for tea even if you can't. Trish looked cornered. 'Surely at a such a tender age Rosemary's not that indispensable in your shop?' Something was not right there is something about Mrs Forrester's tone that made me feel very unimportant and junior. Trish looked awkward. 'I'll get my chauffer, John to drive her round in an hour, please be a treasure.' Trish couldn't resist and as she walked off I felt vulnerable, alone and nervous. Did Mrs Forrester know my true identity and if not how would she react if she learnt the truth - I suddenly panic at the thought of 'Debut' losing its best customer. 'Come come Rosemary,' the lady in the Flamingo dress says, 'what have you bought? Do tell us.' Mrs Forrester laughs. 'I think young Rosemary can do an even better job. Don't just talk about them stand in front of us and show us. Nervously I did as directed and as the four ladies sat demurely in front of me sipping tea I began. 'I selected a few outfits,' I said, 'based on what Mrs Forrester told me about her niece. I selected something for casual daywear and a smarter dress for a more formal occasion and shoes to match. It was good fortune that Mrs Forrester's niece is the same size as me, has a similar complexion and the same coloured hair.' The ladies all nod knowingly and I felt rather proud. 'Did you buy any racy lingerie,' the older of the ladies asks sharply. Her tone scares me. I blush and nod but choose to say no more instead I hold the first dress up. I wasn't in any rush to show off lingerie. I press it against myself and in the corner of my eye I see a young muscular gardener driving some large wooden stakes purposefully into a flowerbed with a huge mallet. He's smiling broadly as sweat glistens off his tanned back. 'It's very lovely my dear, Rosemary but what about the lingerie?' 'Patience,' Mrs Forrester says, 'Patience - Everything comes to those who wait.' Again I ignored the comments and proceeded to show off the swimming costume, evening dress, skirt and shoes, letting them pass the items amongst themselves as if fashion buyers for a large departmental store. 'This is all very lovely, the flamingo dress woman says but it can't get a feel as to what these will look like on your niece. Can Rosemary model these for us? Mrs Forrester claps her hands excitedly. 'What a wonderful idea. What do you want to see?' 'I want to see the sexy lingerie,' she says purposefully. I cringe and begin to wish I had not offered to drop her purchases off with Trish. 'Come along Rosemary, don't be shy. Why don't you slip into the long sleeved white print dress with the large leather belt?' I want to refuse. I felt as if I had out stayed my welcome but Mrs Forrester was most instant. Please Rosemary don't let me have to ask again. I'm sure Trish has explained that I normally get my way.' I grin awkwardly, gather the dress in my hands and turn ready to walk into the house but Mrs Forrester is having none of it. 'No, No, No, Rosemary we haven't time to wander back and forth into the house. We are not over looked, haven't you noticed? Don't be bashful. You haven't anything we haven't seen before. Dress here on the lawn. You're not withholding any surprises are you?' Her tone was rather menacing and certainly knowing. I felt a tear well in my eye as I unclipped my beautiful chiffon dress and carefully stepped out of it. The ladies all gasped in amazement as they feasted their eyes on my feminised body. 'Oh my dear what beautiful panties you're wearing and I love your stockings. Come here do.' Reluctantly still holding the chiffon dress I stepped towards Mrs Forrester. 'You are a pretty lady aren't you and so full of surprises.' I blush and want to run but now semi dressed I feel trapped. 'Do a twirl dear and show my friends what a gorgeous figure you have.' I did as she directed and stood motionless tears running down my face. 'Now drop your panties,' Mrs Forrester suddenly barks. 'Excuse me,' I ask afraid I'd misheard. 'You heard, you pathetic sissy,' she said crossly 'I want your dainty panties around your slender ankles and don't ask me to repeat myself.' 'But, But,' I whimper. 'Oh do get on with it girl. What's the big deal?' I shut my eyes and unable to know what to do I bend and slowly peel my panties down over my hips through my suspenders. Once free of my hips I let them fall and they flutter like a butterfly resting in the grass around my angles. The ladies simultaneously let out a gasp. Moments seem to stretch into minutes, minutes into hours then the air is filled with their laughter. 'Oh my goodness, she is a he. You where right.' 'Turn round and face the house,' Mrs Forrester orders and I do as she directs. 'Now bend over so we can see your sweet ass.' I bend and thrust my beautifully smooth bottom in their direction much to the shrieks of delight. 'I don't believe it, come closer dear.' I look at Mrs Forrester and she waves me over towards the flamingo dressed lady. 'Look at his little cock,' she said giving it a dismissive flick. How pathetic is that? No wonder you like to dress as a young girl. It looks totally useless and incapable of pleasing any woman.' 'This is so unfair,' I sniff 'Nonsense,' Mrs Forrester said with not a hint of remorse, 'I paid good money this afternoon to your shop I expect you to be a little more grateful. 'Now pull up you panties and don't be so pathetic. Now which of you ladies would like our little Rosemary to sit on their lap?' The three women both shoot up their hands so one by one I was past from lap to lap upon which I was either spanked or teased ruthlessly. They toyed with my cock, fingered my bum and prodded my balls as if a vagina. After which Mrs Forrester made me try everything she had bought on in front of the ladies giving them plenty of opportunity to touch and tease me. After what seemed like hours Mrs Forrester let me dress back into my own chiffon dress. 'I've dropped my glasses,' the lady in the green dress says. 'Could you be a darling and pick them up for me?' As I turned and bent at the waist a gentle breeze caught the filmy chiffon of my dress causing it to blow upwards and display my stocking tops and lace panties. It was that moment I saw a hunk of a man approaching. It was the gardener I had seen earlier and he was grinning from ear to ear, eyeing me up and down like I was first prize at the county fair. He wore a pair of worn army green combat trousers and a white T-shirt that was stretched tight over his muscular physique. He was hot and sweaty and his fingers where covered in mud. He had crystal blue eyes and brown wavy hair with a baseball cap with the words "stud" on the peak. He was at least six foot and as he stepped closer I felt a wave of excitement flash through me just like I experienced earlier with the builders when they wolf whistled. Was it the dress that I wore? Was it the heat of the afternoon or the sexy lingerie that clung to my every curve? Whatever it was I couldn't help feel incredibly excited and my eyes kept looking at his huge groin. He looked to be in his mid to late 20's. 'I've staked out the fruit trees and planted the begonias, madam,' he says wiping his forehead. Where did you want the climbing rose?' I forget about the recent humiliation and gaze at him like a love stick teenager. 'Against the conservatory, John,' Mrs Forrester replied. ' And when you're done can you slip into your uniform and run Rosemary here back to the high street in the Mercedes. She has to be back at "Debut" before five. I promised her manageress, Trish.' He looks at me, his eyes prowling over me hungrily and grins. 'OK madam.' As he saunters off the ladies notice my infatuation and giggle. Mrs Forrester turns to me and smiles. 'Before you go I've one other request. My niece has just got a job at a country hotel and I had made for her a special dress. Be a love and slip it on so I can check it fits.' On the face of it her request seemed quite innocent so I agreed. She had the dress hidden in a bag by her chair and as I slipped out of the chiffon dress yet again I realised how relaxed I had become. The other ladies watched with interest as Mrs Forrester gathered the dress in her hand unclasped the back and held it open for me to step into. I couldn't really make it out as by the way Mrs Forrester held it the dress looked like an ordinary black dress - I was very wrong. As Mrs Forrester pulled it up my legs I could tell that it was incredibly short and reminiscent of a French maids dress with a white netting underskirt, heart shaped white pinafore and puffed sleeves. I thought the hem was never going to stop rising as Mrs Forrester pulled it roughly up. 'It's very short,' I say as she silently feeds my arms through the lacy sleeves. 'Is this right?' 'Oh perfect' she says. 'Short, frilly and very girlie.' She stands back and admires the dress and its cute frills. The other ladies clap seemingly delighted that it fitted. 'Be a treasure and change your stockings,' Mrs Forrester says handing me a pair of black fishnets. 'These are so more appropriate I want to get the full effect.' I wasn't so sure as I unclip my stockings and peel them down my legs. Next I'm wearing fishnets, black high heels and Mrs Forrester has pinned a tiny white maids cap in my hair. They then instruct me to bend down and pick up my things. It was so humiliating they cheered and whistled as my skirts swung this way and that plus to make matters worse I could see John the gardener attracted by the noise watching, his eyes on stalks. 'Any chance of some more tea. Rosemary?' One of the ladies asked. 'Excellent idea.' Mrs Forrester cried. 'And dressed in your maids outfit you look positively charming.' 'Be a dear Rosemary and fetch a fresh pot. And do take these things into the kitchen cook, Mrs White is inside she will help you.' I feel like an employee as I gather the tea things and balancing them preciously on the tiny tray totter across the grass towards the kitchen. 'Ask cook for another cup if you want to join us dear.' she calls. It was a walk of shame. I felt ridiculous. I wondered if they where mocking me yet more as I feel their eyes peering at my legs, tearing through my thin skirt as if with x-ray vision. I felt hot and flustered as if I wore nothing but my bra and panties. At last with a sense of relief I went through the back door into the kitchen to see a portly grey haired woman cutting vegetables. 'Hello are you Mrs white?' I ask. 'Mrs Forrester wants me to take more tea to her guests.' Mrs white looks up and laughs. 'Oh my goodness dearie,' she says looking at my maids outfit. 'Who are you and what on earth has our lady made you wear?' She looks at my towering heels then scans my fishnet covered legs, horizontal skirts, tiny corseted waist, large bust and make-up finishing with my hair and cap. 'Mrs Forrester made this for her niece,' I say as a means of explanation. Mrs white chuckles to herself as if aware of a private joke. Did she now? 'Madam hasn't made anything in her life she says, 'and I've never heard of a niece!' My mouth drops and realise I had been had. Mrs white made a fresh pot and added some tiny fairy cakes and fondant fancies to the tray. All eyes where on me as I totter precariously back up the garden. Mrs Forrester and the ladies where delighted and made me pour tea and serve the cakes as if a proper Victorian maid. Like John and Mrs White they got me to call Mrs Forrester madam and serve the cakes by bending at the waist so as to display my panties and as a final insult she made me perform a curtsey. After they had drunk the tea Mrs Forrester seemed pleased. 'Well done Rosemary you may dress back into your own things I'll summon John to drive you back. 'Come here.' Nervously I step forward and in full view of the other ladies she lifts my skirt and plunges her hand into my panties. It's then I notice three elderly men standing under a tree. 'Don't mind,' us a man with grey hair and a blue blazer says. 'We've just come to pick up our wives but I guess we've arrived rather too early.' I jump back only to feel something crispy left in my panties and guessed it was a tip. I turn my back and quickly slip out of the maids outfit and put on my own dress. 'How long have you been there you bad boys!?' Mrs Forrester asked. 'Long enough,' He chuckled. 'I can see you've had a good time.' They look at the clothes scattered all around us. 'What is it with your infatuation with clothes.' 'And who are you young lady.' 'Stop it! She's not for you. Rosemary was our entertainment.' I was beginning to panic when John reappeared. 'Is Rosemary ready madam, he asks. Saved by the bell I muse. I say my thank you and Mrs Forrester whispers her thanks in my ear. I don't hear properly but gather she says something about the fifty pound note in my panties and that she wont tell anyone about her fun and games. If that was true I was delighted. Outside the house John has the Mercedes on the drive and hes changed out of his gardening gear and dressed in a smart chauffeurs uniform. He jumps in and leans across the passenger seat and opens the door. 'Come on in darling,' he invites. I climbed into the plush leather seat next to him. 'What did Mrs Forrester say your name was honey?,' he asked. 'R... R... Rosemary,' I stuttered nervously. 'What's yours?' I asked back stupidly. 'John,' he answered grinning. Now stop.. for those of you enjoying the sweet cross dressing nature of this story and have no gay inclinations please stop reading now and jump to the final paragraph. If you want to learn what happens next keep reading. John touches my knee gently and I feel the rough skin of his fingers through the soft nylon. What happened next I can't explain. It was way out of character but I felt compelled to do it. 'Well john, I saw you watching me in the garden earlier. How much did you see and what did you think?' 'Think of what?' He asked innocently. 'The clothes, silly. The clothes Mrs Forrester bought for her niece.' John looks Confused. She got no niece,' he grinned broadly. ' I tried to look shocked, 'Do you mind?' he asked. 'I guess not.' I replied. 'Well niece or no niece I thought you looked stunning. Very pretty. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy.' 'I haven't got a boyfriend,' I blurt as I looked down at the bulge in his suit that was growing bigger and bigger between his legs. He looked delighted and shuffled forward in his seat. 'That's a shame you should have said earlier and I could have shown you the hay barn. All you girls from "debut" like my barn.' he smirks. 'You fancy going to a dance or something?' I immediately imagined his strong arms wrapped around my tiny waist as I hung from his shoulders as he stepped me round the dance floor. What happened next took me and him by surprise. As he pulled out of the drive and onto the road I moved my manicured hand onto his cock and slowly massaged it through his pants. The first think I noticed was his size. It felt like a huge hosepipe and I became increasingly hot and my own panties dampened. 'I'd like that,' I said moving my hands onto his zipper. He swerved slightly as I traced its length with a dainty fingernail. Slowly I drew the zipper down and like a caged tiger his cock sprang from his briefs. Again the Merc swerved slightly as I wrapped my left hand around the shaft of his seven inch cock and massaged his balls with my right hand. I lowered my open mouth to his groin. I could smell the strong musky aroma as I went down on him and tasted his salty cock with my tongue. 'Oh Rosemary, suck on me...suck on me,' he groaned as I felt his hand on the back of my head and I bobbed up and down as if bobbing for apples at a fair. He tasted amazing and I held him firm as I sucked and lapped at it with my tongue while John drove through the town. Faster and faster I sucked up and down on him till he couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out and spewed his hot creamy cum into my hungry mouth. 'Swallow baby, swallow,' he cried pushing me down onto his cock until I gagged and did as he asked. He tasted amazing. The next thing I knew John pulled up outside the shop and applied the handbrake. He put his arms around me and pulled me to him. He smiled, closed his eyes and our lips met. I closed my eyes too and I opened my mouth to allow him to slide his tongue inside. My head was spinning and I felt myself melt in his arms. From the way he held and kissed me I could tell he was very passionate. John then moved his hands down to the zipper on my dress and unzipped me. My dress would easily fall to a crumple pile at my ankles but i broke off our kiss. 'I've got to go,' I say tumbling to rearrange my dress. It was then I realised my pretty new dress was covered with his sweaty finger marks. Afternoon Tea on the Lawn 'Sorry about the dress,' he grinned. 'It's nothing,' I say but wonder what Trish will think as I quickly reapplied some lipstick I thanked him for the lift and a warm glow burnt within me. As he drove off leaving me on the pavement I saw Lucy and Kate looking at me though the shop window jealously. 'I see you met John the gardener come chauffer come stud,' she said in a catty manner as I walked into the shop. 'Did he take you to his barn? And how much did Mrs Forrester stuff in your panties?' The end.. or is it How do Lucy and Kate stop me running away with the sales? Do I get crowned top sales girl? Does Mrs Forrester return for more girlie clothes. Does she or does she not have a niece? Why is she building a sumptuous wardrobe of top designer clothes that fit me. And what of John the general handyman does he roll me in the hay or do I sprawl in the mud? You decide.