“You like your little panties, don’t you, sweetheart?” cooed Carolyn. “You want to be a sweet little girl, don’t you?”

Christopher stood quivering. On the verge of collapse, the scantily dressed maid helped the embarrassed boy to the padded bench opposite the tub.

“You do look precious, Chrissy, but you really needn’t blush.  It’s plain you love your pretty nightgown and panties; I’d find it even more unusual if you didn’t.”

The teenager looked up into the maid’s eyes quizzically. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“It’s just as Mistress said,” she went on. “Boys are so deprived, never able to dress up in pretty dresses and nighties like girls. Forgetting our suitcase has given you an chance to see just how nice wearing silky frillies can be.”

“But I’m a boy! I shouldn’t feel this way,” he answered ashamedly.

“Don’t be silly, honey,” she said. “There’s no reason boys shouldn’t be able to feel pretty like their sisters.” Taking a soft washcloth, she carefully washed the boy.

Not since early childhood had anyone seen him so intimately, though considering the occurrences of the last day, there was little left to feel embarrassed about. Both Carolyn and her mistress had treated him with a kindness and love he’d been without since leaving for school at summer’s end.

“Come along now, Chrissy; let’s find something especially pretty for you to wear in the car.”

“You want me to wear a dress when we drive over to school?” he questioned, his voice almost faltering.

“Don’t worry darling; before I’m finished, your own mother would swear you were her daughter rather than her son,” Carolyn joked. “And I don’t want to hear any excuses; I know you’re just dying to wear a cute little dress and have your hair curled.”

Though he didn’t answer, Chris knew she was right. Yesterday he wouldn’t have imagined it, but like so much that had transpired since his arrival, he was certain the day ahead would prove most exciting.

Just then, Mary entered the room.  “And just what are you two scheming in here?” she said with a smile.

“Why, Christine was just telling me how much she was looking forward to going for a little drive,” the maid answered, her eyes twinkling.

“Oh, I see….didn’t I tell you wearing Susan’s things wouldn’t be so bad, sweetheart?” she asked as she hugged the boy to her.

“It’ll be just like having Susan home again, won’t it, Ma’am?”  volunteered Carolyn.

“Indeed it will; come along now Christine, we’ll have to pick out something especially pretty,” Mary said, leading their guest back into the bedroom.

Remembering his now lack of panties, the boy clutched the lace-trimmed robe tightly around the nightgown, and sheepishly followed, the anticipation of actually leaving the mansion while dressed as a young girl building with each tick of the clock.

“Let’s see now,” Mary thought aloud, throwing open the sliding mirrored doors lining the wall of the bedroom.  The boy’s eyes widened as row upon row of delightfully colorful dresses, skirts, and blouses were revealed.

“What do you think, Carolyn?” Mary queried as she removed an exquisitely feminine pink dress from the rack. Their guest couldn’t take his eyes off the airy creation. The dress was a beautiful pastel satin, its bodice and skirt highlighted with a wide band of white lace.  “I think our little girl will look adorable in this, don’t you agree, Carolyn?”

“Oh Yes, Ma’am,” the maid replied, her beautifully manicured hand caressing the boy’s cheek as he blushed deeply.

“Isn’t it pretty, Christine?” she asked excitedly, winking at her  employer.  “Well?  Christine, what do you think?”

“Yes, it’s very nice,” he finally answered, both women smiling at his obvious embarrassment.

“Nice?…judging from the look in your eyes, I would have thought something more than just nice,” giggled the satin and petticoat clad maid.  I’d almost forgotten; we’d better find you a new pair of panties, hadn’t we sweetheart?”