Forced to Crossdress: Pt7

My name is Bryce Cooper. I’m nineteen years old and normally I’m just a normal college student, but for the last seven months, my friend Cindy has been making me crossdress for different reasons, and today I’m currently dressed as a cute maid working in a big manor.

After hours of dusting and sweeping the many rooms on the second floor, I finally finished that task, which was all that Bentley asked us to do today. It was just in time as well, as Bentley came upstairs and started to inspect my work.

He didn’t say anything and I followed him from room to room and stood by him. Once we went to every room, he turned and faced me. I thought he was going to tell me I missed some spots or that I was terrible at cleaning, but it was the opposite.

He told me I did an excellent job for my first time, and that he was honestly amazed at how detailed I cleaned, and how I managed to get ninety-nine percent of the dust. He said he’s met maids who couldn’t do that after years.

He then patted me on the head and said I had potential, unlike my friend downstairs. I tilted my head, confused, which he noticed. He sighed and said that Cindy was terrible at sweeping and dusty, and he ended up having to give her a new task and doing the dusting and sweeping himself.

He then looked around again, and let out a single laugh. Then he looked at me and said had he known I’d do a much better job, he would have saved the downstairs area for me to do tomorrow. Not that I wanted to do more dusting, but it made me smile to be so highly praised.

Bentley pulled out a pocket watch and said it was nearly time for the master’s daughter to arrive home. Bentley clapped his hands and said that the staff must meet her by the door. I nodded and hurried behind him as best I could in heels.

He has me stand by the door while he goes to fetch Cindy, then once all of us are together, we stand by the door and wait a few minutes until lights from a car pulling up appear. Bentley looks at us and reminds us that we will refer to her as madam, and curtsey when she walks in.

Cindy and I nod and we wait, sort of excited to find out who this madam of the manor is. Bentley walks to the door and opens it, just as the madam and her personal assistant reach the door. They walk inside and it seems the madam was having an argument with her assistant.

That stopped when she walked inside and saw us. Cindy and I curtsey at the same time and welcome the madam home. We then go back up and wait for any potential new orders from her or Bentley.

Instead, the madam turns bright red. Like her whole face looked like a tomato. Then from the corner of my eye, I see Cindy tilt her head slightly, then I hear her mutter something under her breath, but I didn’t hear it.

I then focus back on the madam. Something about her was familiar. She was about my height, with long black hair and black eyes. She was also wearing a long, fancy black dress. I had no idea who it was, but perhaps it was someone I met at college.

Suddenly I was embarrassed as well. I know I haven't been all that secretive about it, but I’ve been passing as a girl pretty well and hadn’t been worried about anyone finding out I was a boy, but suddenly all those worries were flooding back.

What if I met her while I was a boy and she recognized me? What if I met her, a girl? Then it was just embarrassing to be her maid. I snapped out of it when Bentley walked over and introduced us as temporary new maids to help him out before the madam's father arrived at the end of the week.

The madam looked at me intensely and continued to be red-faced, which made me more self-conscious about everything. I had no idea what she knew, but from the way she was looking at me, I had to assume she knew everything.

Bentley broke the tension by saying the madam should go upstairs and bathe, while the maids, that being Cindy and me, help him prepare dinner. The madam looks at him and says that's a good idea, but that she’d like to take one of the maids to help her.

Bentley nods and says that’s a splendid idea, then he tries to pawn Cindy off on her as he doesn’t seem to believe she has what it takes to be a proper maid. At least that’s the vibe I got from him… Wait but if that’s true, he thinks I do, which is so embarrassing.

The madam refused to take Cindy and simply said she wanted the pink one, which is me… I panicked a bit as this was bad. I may not look like it, but I’m still a guy; at least I still consider myself one, which makes seeing a girl in the bath a bad thing to do without her knowing.

Benley nodded and told her as she wished; he then excused himself and Cindy. The madam looked at me again, then quickly looked away and started to walk up the stairs. I followed behind her, trying to figure out how to get out of this.

We make it to the bedroom, and she orders me to go inside. She then closes the door behind herself and holds her face. She starts telling me she can’t believe I was the one who ended up as Bentley’s temporary hire this year.

She then went on to say of all the people it could have been, it had to be me. I just sit there red-faced and embarrassed. She then stops talking when she notices how silent I am. She looks at me for a moment and asks me if I have anything to say about all of this.

She then waved her hands at her dress, her bedroom, and all the fancy stuff around them. I raise an eyebrow and ask her what I should say about all of it. She seemed quite annoyed and said, How was she supposed to know? After all, I was the one who found out her secret.

I stop being embarrassed and realize I may not have a clue what’s going on. I ask her what secret. Then I apologize to her and admit that while she looks familiar, I had no idea who she was. She seems shocked and asks me if I’m serious.

I nod and say that I couldn’t remember. I just couldn’t place her. I then bowed and told her I was sorry again, and that I didn’t know if she was in one of my classes, or if we worked on a project together, but I just had no idea who she was.

When I came back up, she had a smile on her face, which was a bit creepy, but not as much as when she started to laugh. She smiled and told me that this was amazing, though I have no idea what that meant.

She told me that she’d remind me who she was, but first I had to help her get undressed and in the bath. I turned bright red again and finally blurted out that I shouldn’t be the one to help her. She chuckles again and asks why, because I was a cross-dressing boy?

I gulped and began to panic. She laughs at me and tells me she already knew, didn’t care, hadn’t told anyone and wouldn’t tell anyone. She said she didn’t care if I was a boy, girl, tomboy, or simply a femboy.

She then turned around and told me to unzip her dress. Hearing her say she didn’t care did put me at ease a bit, but I was still about to see a girl exposed for the first time, which I wasn’t any more prepared for than being exposed as a boy.

I take the zipper and pull it down. Then I watch as the madam's dress falls to the ground. I ask her if she’d like me to pick it up and put it in the hamper. She sighed and said she didn’t care, but she wanted me to stop calling her madam.

I take the dress and tell her that Benley told me to refer to her as that. She scoffed and then asked me who Bentley takes orders from. It was obviously her, so I said that. She laughs and tells me I’m right.

She then tells me that she doesn’t normally like being called by her real name, but just until I figure out who she is, she’ll let me call her by it. She told me to call her L, and then said that she first met me at college.

L didn’t ring any bells; I knew a ton of people whose names began with L, and no amount of looking at her face was helping; she just didn’t look familiar, but something about her felt familiar, felt comforting, yet I can’t figure it out.