“This is the way staff get into the hall. I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that you won’t use the main staircase. Your accommodation is ...up on the top floor. The service rooms are in the basement. You’ll soon get used to the stairs.”As we got to the bottom of the stairs down to the basement, a stern looking woman emerged from a small office. In contrast to Miss Matilda’s sumptuous dress, the newcomer was dowdy. Her long, straight, dark skirt had no ornamentation and her plain, white,. So he quickly got himself dressed up like a harlot. He got outthe ruffled white pantaloons women wore and put them on. Then he got out thebustle and the flowing large dress and the Mistress came in and helped himlace up the back. Then she got out the chocking stiff corset and laced thatup constricting his chest. Pretty soon, with enough makeup and the corset helooked pretty much like a young girl, or a young harlot.The Mistresses looked him over and smiled in approval. My you are sexy. ”She gasped, turning to face the owner of the voice butthe light from the open washroom door was not quitestrong enough and her captor remained cloaked indarkness.As he spoke again, she could feel goose bumps rising onher soft, naked form. “Lena, you know you’ve been quite the pain in the assfor me lately.” His voice was mind numbingly alluringand his very presence was beginning to make her feelwarm inside in a way she typically wouldn’t mind but notin such a. I don't want that to happen again."Mom said, "Damn right you don't, you little girl. I might have made ittwo days this time. If you let us all down you will really suffer. But Iknew I wouldn't have to threaten you. I know you love playing a girl bythe way you shave your legs, wear nylons under your jeans and trim youreye brows. I cant believe my son wears a pink nighty to bed. How longhave you been doing that?"Mother has always been rather mean toward me. I don't know why but Isuspect its that.