Feminine Touches - Part 5

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Now, he was moments away from going through the full experience firsthand. He was going to be one of the waitresses and doubted that anyone would see through his ruse.  No one had said anything yet.

He was confident that he could pass for one of the girls in the darker light of the café.

"I can't believe this," Chad squealed under his breath, not wanting any of his employees to overhear his excitement.

After removing his shoes, Chad pulled off his dress and set it down on his desk.  He bent down and worked his hips and legs out of his ribbed mustard-colored tights before he took hold of Venetia's white tights that he was going to pair with his maid's uniform.

He rolled them into as perfect donuts as he could before he completed the rare feat of putting on two pairs of tights in one day.

He then reached for a new pair of hot pants cut, rhumba panties, and removed the packaging around them with care, not wanting to damage the garment.

Chad breathed faster as he stepped into the five rows of white ruffled, lace and pulled the full front coverage panties up his legs.  The reality of the situation came over him as the waistband of the panties came to rest over the waistband of his tights.

"I'm really doing this."

Chad stared blankly around his office as he thought about what it all meant.  All of his employees had already seen him en femme.

They had seen him willingly feminize himself.

Even if he had an excuse, as well as publicly stated good intentions, they all knew that he had agreed to something most men would never do.

Worse, he knew that most men could never pass for a woman.

His ability combined with his androgynous features and single relationship status were likely raising more red flags.

"They'll never see me the same way again," Chad admitted to himself.

He wondered if he should be upset about it, but at that moment, he could not find it anything but alluring.  This was his fantasy come to life.

He could not let worries about what people would think ruin the night.  He would deal with that at a later time.  Chad reached for the dress next.  He pulled it over his head and felt the midthigh length skirt brush against his legs.

He let the sensation linger as he moved his legs from side to side while he reached for the petticoat.  Raising each of his legs so that the lace trim of his skirt would drag along his legs, Chad stepped into the petticoat.

Chad began to pull the fluffy, white, multilayered petticoat up his legs.

Once it was in position, Chad saw the way it pushed out his skirt like he was just another one of his waitresses.  It felt strange to him but at the same time wonderful.

He wondered if the girls could relate to his experience.  He knew that they claimed to dislike the uniforms, but they still kept on at the job.  It was not as if he was the only eatery in the city.

"I wonder if they feel as cute in it as I do?"

Chad mused to himself while he admired his thin legs that were peeking out from beneath the midthigh hemline.

Chad's eyes then fixated on the short white, decorative apron that was paired with the fetishized maid's dress that he claimed to his staff was a uniform with a straight face.  Chad's fingers fumbled as he reached for it.

His hands shook while he thought about wearing it in front of his staff and patrons.

His experience would be complete after this night.  This was the night he had long dreamt of and it was coming to fruition in a way that was better than anything he ever imagined being possible without magic or technology that might never exist.

After tying the apron around his waist and adorning himself with a black headband that was decorated with white lace ruffles to mimic a maid's cap, Chad reached for his leopard print heels.

He stuck his feet into them.  He felt the same feeling of sexiness he sensed when he strolled around the city in them.

"A girl could get used to this," Chad joked to himself before he turned and started towards the door.  Chad took a deep breath before he drew the door open and saw Katrin's head snap towards him.

A smile went across her face as she said, "You look so cute in that."

"Thanks," Chad replied cheerfully in response to Katrin's seconding of his unstated opinion, forgetting the cooks were in earshot.  Chad's eyes turned to his cooks, awaiting some sort of snide comment.

The cooks snickered amongst themselves, but bit their tongues, knowing the potential consequences if they failed to do so.

Chad breathed a sigh of relief before Katrin said, "Are you ready for your first table?"  "I have to hit the bathroom first," Chad replied, not wanting to face customers without judging his reflection first.  Katrin nodded and watched as Chad approached the kitchen door with a little unease.

He steeled himself as he pushed his way through them and stared straight ahead while he made a direct line toward the bathrooms.  Without hesitation, Chad stepped into the ladies' room and locked the door behind him, relieved that it was a single-occupant bathroom.  Chad moved towards the vanity mirror and smiled back at his reflection.

The long-lasting spray-on makeup had held up to the day's wear without any trace of giving up.

His lipstick was still was in place from his post-meal reapplication.  Chad's fingers moved down the sides of his padded-out dress.

His eyes lingered on the dress's body contouring features that were showing off his enhanced figure.

"I'm just my type of girl," Chad mused in a whisper with a smile as he glanced at his bust and lean physique.  Chad smiled at his reflection before his hands moved to adjust his headband.  Once he finished, he turned and stepped towards the door.  He drew it open with a smile still on his face as he walked over to report to Bonnie.

"Maid Kitty reporting for duty," Chad joked in his best feminine voice with a broad smile as he looked around at the other waitresses on the job.

Each was sneaking looks at him while Bonnie handed him a pen and a pad to take orders.  Chad slipped them into his apron while the staff continued to cast glances his way.

It was not long before each came over and complimented his appearance while Bonnie and Chad continued to wait for the next guests to walk into the café.

As a couple walked into the café, Bonnie turned to Chad and said, "They're all yours.  Seat them at table 23."

"Will do."

Chad kept the smile on his face as he greeted the patrons like his staff greeted every couple, "Welcome home, Master and My Lady," while mimicking the happy, high-pitched tones he had trained his waitresses to use.

The couple flashed each other bemused smiles as Chad gave them a slight curtsy before he showed them to their table.  Chad bent at the knee as he handed each of them a menu before inquiring, "Do you know what you would like to drink?"

The man answered first before ordering for his wife.

Chad jotted down the orders and gave another curtsy before he moved quickly through the café to place the order.  As Chad hurried through the café to fetch the drinks, he saw eyes upon his rear and legs.

He saw that the tables of men only were treating the staff far less innocently then the tables of couples and families. Still, they kept their hands off the waitresses, in accordance with the written rules of the establishment that he had created before the café opened its door for the first time.

Chad walked behind Bonnie and made up the couple's drink orders before he carried them back to the table.

Bonnie's eyes veered off him only to take payment from a patron, while Katrin continued to document Chad's every move from the back of the café.  Chad bent at the knees again while he put each drink on the table.  As he stood up, he inquired if they were ready to order.  The couple advised they were, and Chad took their orders down before praising them in his waitresses' characteristic overeager style.

Chad hurried to the kitchen to place the order before he saw Bonnie beckoning him toward the next patrons to enter.

Chad gave the smiling young men the café's customary greeting.  He could tell that they were the type of guys his staff referred to as "otaku" and "nerds".

They had a clear obsession with cosplay and anime and were the most likely to be regulars.  The former was something that his choice of business had long made clear to his staff that Chad possessed.

As Chad walked away from the four men after taking their drink orders with a curtsy, he overheard one say, "I think I had a dream like this once."  He shuddered to think what the man had done to the maid in his dream, however, he knew that the man lacked the confidence to try anything on him.

He was the type of guy who was all talk when he thought he was out of a girl's earshot.

As Chad brought out their drinks more customers began to fill up the café.  It was the normal mix of bemused couples, tourists with families, and wide-eyed fetishists.  Chad helped out with the other girls, even though he knew he was being assigned the least tables among the waitresses.

He thought that was fair, given that was something he normally insisted on with new girls.  As the order of the first tables was ready, Chad brought out their food and "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I hope you enjoy!"

The couple watched as Chad bent and put their meals down before asking if they wanted a second round of drinks.  He took their second orders with a curtsy and scampered back to Bonnie to fetch them their second round.

After giving the couple their drinks, another woman noted that she would like another drink.  Chad was surprised by how quickly she had finished it, but he could tell that she was displeased with where her husband had taken her and their two kids for a late lunch or early dinner.  Chad gave her a curtsy as he took her empty glass and skipped away from the table.  The woman's hardened demeanor cracked as she laughed and said, "She literally skipped away.  That's too cute."

The woman's response brought a smile to his face as he made her a second drink.

He carried it over to her and said, "Can I get you anything else, my Lady?"

"Maybe you can give my husband lessons on how to treat a lady?"

"Martha," the man barked motioning to his children.

"A little kindness goes a long way," Chad remarked, prompting the woman to second his claim before he moved about to another table.  Chad collected the food for the table for the four young men.  Chad could feel their eyes intently watching his every move as he set their food down and said his pleasantries.

Chad could tell that the men had wicked fantasies in their minds, but they were unable to say anything more to him than to tell him how cute they found him to be.  Chad thanked them and left them to their wallflower fantasies.

As Chad made his way towards another table, he saw a young guy giving him a shy smile and sidelong glance.  Chad gave him his best giggle prompting the man to grin.

'Men are so easy', Chad thought to himself, dissociating himself from them as he lost himself more in the role of a waitress.  "Give him a little shake," Venetia joked, having caught what he had done.  "Shake that ass, girl," Irina seconded as she walked by.

Chad blushed while he looked at Katrin and saw her jotting down what she had seen him do.  Chad sucked his painted lips into his mouth as he thought, 'Well, that probably didn't look good.'  Once the late afternoon wore on into the evening, Chad paused to have a quick dinner on his feet.

As Chad quickly consumed his food, his mind let him process all that was happening.  His fantasy had come to life in a way that he could never imagine.  He was really working alongside his staff as another uniformed waitress.

While he relived every curtsy, every cheerful greeting to his "Master," "Lady" or "Mistress," his cheerful "bye-bye Master" or "bye-bye Princess," his constricted manhood swelled between his legs.

While the food lingered in his mouth, his mind focused on the way the couple looked at him with such amusement as he knelt by their table to stir cream and sugar into their post-meal coffees.

Those looks were nothing compared to the lustful leers of male patrons who were not burdened with female companions.  That he could make men so lustful was beyond his comprehension and fantasy.

He could not remember the last time he felt so excited.  He wanted nothing more than to relieve himself of it.  The thought that the ache between his legs would be with him throughout the rest of the night was something that was giving him a little anxiety.

He wished that he could reach his hands for it, but was momentarily relieved that his bulky undergarments were hiding any proof that there was anything remotely masculine about him.

The sound of the ring of a bell broke his concentration.  Chad's eyes darted towards Phil as he said, "Kitty, order up on table 35."

Chad jumped to his heeled feet.  Chad wiped his mouth and took hold of the tray before he carried it to the table.  Soon thereafter, Chad turned his attention to a table of four young women.

Three were clearly amused by the place and the submissive acting women, but one just sat there with a scowl on her face.

Once Chad finished taking their order, the scowling woman asked, "Do you realize that you're setting back all women?"

"Me?" Chad asked with feigned shock.  "Miranda," one of the other girls scolded.

"No.  I mean it."  "Stop being a killjoy," another added with a shake of her head.  "This is wrong."  "We're feminists too," another one of my friends noted.  "Are you?

You seem to be enjoying this!"

"That's the point," Chad noted.

"What's fun about this?

You're acting like a total submissive."

"The key word is acting," Chad replied, dropping the bubbly persona for a second.

The action prompted Venetia to come over and ask Chad if he needed help.

"No," Chad responded as cheerily as he could before Miranda repeated her concern about the place.

Venetia furrowed her brow for a second before she replied, "You know we're all here by choice."

"I know that."

"So, you got a problem with free will, my Lady?" Venetia asked, her cheerfulness partially masking the forcefulness of her retort.  "It is when it is a step back for all womankind."

"Why do you get to decide that?" Venetia asked while Miranda's friends backed her up.  "It's self-obvious," Miranda rejoined.

"Isn't feminism all about choice," one of her friends retorted.

"It is if you make the right choice," Miranda replied while she took a sip of her drink.

"We're doing this because we all want to," Venetia reminded the girl.  Chad nodded before Venetia added, "Full disclosure, my Lady, I just like the money."

"Here's to that sister," one of the girls said as she lifted a glass to Venetia.

Venetia and Chad thanked her before Venetia motioned Chad to get away from the table and the misanthrope that had been bogging him down.  Chad thanked her for her help while he began to set about checking on each table that was assigned to him.  Chad worked as quickly as he could, feeling his legs growing pained as his heeled steps were wreaking havoc on his calves and ankles.

As the pain began to work its way up to his rear and lower back, Chad was hoping for a reprieve of a slowdown as the closing hour grew near. Instead, Chad saw a group of ten men enter the place.  Bonnie smiled as she motioned Chad to tend to them.  Chad was more nervous about this group than any other.

These men did not have the shy, shoe-gazing vibe that the other groups of men had.  Instead, they were loud "bros" that he felt had never outgrown their fraternity days.

Chad cursed his luck since most of that type of men only came in with groups that contained girlfriends and/or wives.  Chad took a deep breath as he approached them and said, "Welcome home, Masters."

"This is some weird ass shit," Chad heard one man say.  "She's pretty hot," another added.  "Follow me," Chad said cheerily with a broad smile as he led them to a table.  Chad glanced over his shoulder and saw the way the men were in turns admiring his legs, figure, and rear.  Chad could not help but feel completely objectified by the men.  It turned his stomach.

He hated the way they looked at him.  He was sure it was made worse by the fact that these were the very types of guys that used to bully him as a teenager and child.

Still, Chad knew he had to stay professional.  He kept up his fake smile and cheerfulness like he would expect any of his waitresses to do when they had the misfortune of drawing a party like this one.  With each pass he made around the group of ten for an order, he saw their eyes looking over him.

Chad was relieved to break up the leering by getting help from Carlotta in bringing back their drinks.  Carlotta was far more used to the ogling eyes than Chad.

He struggled to not wonder what she was thinking while she was under their half-drunken leers.  The odd feelings overtaking him as he served the party distracted Chad from his growing physical discomfort.

The jokes from the other waitresses to flirt for bigger tips from the men also helped, even as they made his mind go in directions he would have rather avoided.  Every lewd word that was spoken about him without reference to his fake name or that he was standing right before the men made Chad feel small. Still, he kept a smile on his face.

The other waitresses were shocked by the turn of events.  Venetia shook her head as she told Katrin, "I think he likes being treated like a piece of meat."

"They don't get any worse than those guys," Katrin replied.  "So, which one of them is your boyfriend?"  "The one behaving himself."

"Only he knows you work here?" Venetia rejoined.  "That's what he's told me, and you don't see any of his friends coming over here."

"No.  They're too preoccupied with trying to pick up Kitty."  "Well, let's hope that Kitty keeps it zipped up because every time he takes a step, they're trying to get a glance of his panties.

"Thank God they're so padded out," Venetia remarked with a laugh.

"She's a total slut at heart," Carlotta noted with a laugh while she walked by.  "I'm taking odds on which one gets her number," Irina added as she passed Katrin and Bonnie.

The girls laughed amongst themselves as Chad made his rounds, getting drinks, and meals and filling coffee and tea cups at the tables. As the place emptied out and Chad began to account for his tips, the reality of the situation came back to him.

He had really been one of his waitresses for a night.

He had put up with everything the girls had to and done so without giving himself away.  The excitement of the whole thing made him fear he was going to bust out of his tights.

Chad tried to put those thoughts out of his mind as he joked with the girls while he moved about the floor.

The girls were impressed by his chipper attitude.

"So, same time again tomorrow?"

Venetia asked as the last of the patrons was given a "bye-bye Master" line by Carlotta.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Chad joked, even though he knew he could not do it again without the excuse that Katrin had given him.

Venetia and Irina smiled to themselves, sure that they had not seen the last of Kitty as Chad walked back into the kitchen.

"I'd say the experiment is a complete success," Katrin noted once he was out of earshot.

"Yep, now, we know he's a cross-dresser," Bonnie replied to their mutual laughter.

"Do you think he'll ever admit it?" Katrin asked.  "No, but, now, that you flushed Kitty out, I think we can twist HER arm to make some more appearances," Bonnie said to Katrin's giggles.  "I can't believe he went for the whole college project story.

He's smarter than that," Katrin noted.  "If you want something badly enough, you'll take any excuse," Bonnie figured.  Chad missed their conversation as he changed back into the green dress he had worn to the café.

He left it over the white tights that he had worn with his uniform, wanting to linger longer on the memories he knew that he would cherish for a lifetime.

As Chad emerged from his office, he smiled at Katrin and said "What grade do you think you'll get with this?"  "I'd give you an Easy A."

"I think you deserve the A."  Katrin smiled in response as she thought, 'No, this was your A game.'  "I almost hate to give this up, but...," Chad said as he caught his admission.  The girls merely smiled in response.

Chad wanted to defend his masculinity, but given how he had acted that day, the agreement to the experiment, and how he was dressed at that moment, he knew that it was better to leave that battle for another day.

"Good night, girls.  Bonnie, lock this place up when you leave," Chad said while he walked out of the café, feeling freer than he could ever remember.

Chad started towards his home, leaving Bonnie to lock up the café.  He struggled not to grin as he felt the cool breeze blowing up his skirt. It felt good to him and reminded him of the moments of femininity he feared would be leaving him soon.

Chad tried to put those thoughts to the back of his mind as he continued to saunter down the sidewalk.

He walked slower than normal, wanting to bathe in every moment of his public venture en femme.  He wanted the moment to never end, even as he knew that that was closer than he wanted to admit.  The experiment was coming to an end.  The excuse was going away.

He was not going to be able to explain his cross-dressing away anymore.  It was going to be back to normal clothing.

Chad strolled up to his apartment building door and reached for the keys that he had stashed in the purse that Katrin had provided him. Chad pushed the key into the lock and started for his apartment door.  As he approached it, he felt the energy of the day dissipating.  The highs of the day had drained him.  With nothing more to look forward to, his mood and body crashed.  Chad pushed his door open and walked towards his kitchen to grab a glass of water.

The click of his heels on the wood floor was the only thing that brought about a stirring within him as he made the short trek.  Before Chad could reach up to open a cabinet, he sensed someone behind him.  He went to speak, but he felt a soft hand grab his wrist and pull his arm behind him.  Chad squealed as he was pushed over his kitchen counter and heard Julie shouting, "Who are you?"

"What?" Chad asked, shocked by her forcefulness.  "I've seen you sneaking around here.  Breaking into Chad's apartment! How do you know him?  How come I haven't seen you with him?"

"I," Chad struggled to formulate a response.

"Faster, BITCH, before I call the cops," Julie shouted as Chad squirmed from her constraint of his arm.  "That's not necessary," Chad began to explain.

"Well, I'm a black belt, so, if you want to take this another way," Julie countered as she put pressure on his arm, forcing his faux bust into the countertop.

"SHIT," Chad responded to the pain in a tone that belied his apparent femininity.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Julie asked.  "I can explain."

"LOOK, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR CHAD TO GET OVER HIS LAST GIRLFRIEND FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS.  I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE HIM TO SOME DEEP-VOICED STALKER."

"It's not what it looks like," Chad replied trying to sound more like himself as his manhood swelled.  "It better not be, because that boy is going to be mine when he's ready," Julie responded with a determination and forcefulness that made Chad more excited.

"He's ready for you," Chad replied forcing his voice into his normal tone.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Julie exclaimed.  Her hands pulled away from Chad's arm as she took a step back from him.  Chad turned to face his neighbor with blushing cheeks.

His eyes darted to hers before they darted away.  His nervousness, arousal, and embarrassment left him unsure about what to do.  Julie put her hands over her mouth.  She started to laugh while Chad squirmed before her.

Her hands dropped slightly as she said with a laugh, "You make one good-looking bitch!"  Chad continued to blush as he thanked her before he inquired, "Are you still jealous of me?"  Julie smiled for a second before she kissed him.  As his tongue met Julie's, Chad thought, 'This is the best day ever.'

THE END.