Riley Gendreau
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Forced to crossdress: Pt6
🕑 Added 2024-12-29 17:01:13 +0000 UTC(All characters are consenting adults) My name Is Brycena Olacooper. I was suddenly shaken awake. I opened my eyes to find my best friend Ci
(All characters are consenting adults)
My name Is Brycena Olacooper. I was suddenly shaken awake. I opened my eyes to find my best friend Cindy standing over me. She immediately started scolding me for sleeping in on the first morning of our temporary maid job.
She then pulled me out of bed half asleep and started to do my hair. I looked in the mirror and was slightly confused. I rubbed my eyes and looked back into the mirror. I was having such a cool dream, one where I was a super cool and very cute knight.
I was about to fight someone who claimed to be the hero of light, but Cindy woke me up… Now I don’t know how it ends. Hopefully, the dream continues when I go back to sleep… though it did feel like I had been dreaming about it for a year.
I suppose it’s time to get back to reality. So let me just clear my head. My name is Bryce Cooper, I’m nineteen years old, in college, and most importantly for the last seven or so months, I’ve been forced to crossdress, well mostly forced.
Cindy was here today because I agreed to work as a maid with her for the week and clean some dude's mansion in order for her to save up money for what was it again? I think a sewing machine, one that’ll allow her to start making her own cute clothes, ones I get to model.
I couldn’t wait to show off my maid uniform to Leo. I blushed at the thought and Cindy noticed and chuckled a bit. She finished doing my hair and got to work on my makeup. By the time she finished, I was fully awake and ready to get my cute new outfit.
Cindy told me it was on my desk, and then she scooted me away from my mirror and started to do her own hair and makeup. I walk over to the desk, look at the two coat hangers with black bags hanging on them, and read the tags.
One had my name and the other had Cindy’s. They were likely the same uniform and not that different in size, but Cindy has something I don’t. I press my chest and feel a bit sad, then turn red. I turned around to see if Cindy had seen that, and luckily she was focused on her makeup.
I turn back, unzip the bag, and pull out the uniform. It was pretty basic as far as they came, but it was still a maid uniform, which everyone loved, guys, and girls, and I’d even bet my date-mate Leo loves them as well, or perhaps just me in it.
I get out of my pajamas, not even worried about Cindy behind me. It used to be more embarrassing, but she’s been dressing me up for months, so it’s not like she hasn’t seen me like this before. I take the main part of the uniform, the black dress, and slip my head and arms into it.
Once it’s sitting on my shoulders, I reach my hands down to my stomach and start buttoning the dress up to make it fit properly. I then reach into the back and pull the apron out. I start by putting the middle of the apron against my stomach.
I then move my hands along the fabric until my hands are behind my back and holding the apron straps. I take the straps and cross them, making them as tight as possible before finally tying them into a knot.
After that I pull out the ankle-high socks and slip them onto my feet, followed by the one-inch heels. I was nearly in my uniform and only one part remained. I grabbed the headdress and slowly lowered it onto my head as if I were a princess being crowned.
I secure it in place and do a twirl. When I stopped I was face to face with Cindy who had finished her hair and makeup and was smiling at me. She asked me if I was enjoying the uniform. I blushed but in a panic, I pointed my finger at her and playfully accused her of forcing me to do this.
She laughed at me for a minute and pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. She got up and came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. She called me a precious egg and then said something about being honored to be blamed for my crossdressing.
We both laughed, and I helped her get dressed. Once we were both in our uniforms she pulled something out of her bag and handed it to me. I took it and looked at it. It was a strange pair of white panties. I turned bright red and asked her why she was handing these to me.
She looked me directly in the eyes and asked me if I was wearing any. I stared blankly back into her eyes and said no of course not. I asked her why I needed to. She didn’t say anything and just grabbed the bottom of my uniform and flipped it up.
I quickly grabbed it and pushed it back down as I yelled at her. It hadn't been up long, but it was up long enough to make me embarrassed. She scolded me and informed me how easily that could happen while out and about, and while working as a maid.
I sulked a bit, but she was right. So I took the panties and slid them up my legs. I shouldn't have been surprised at how well they fit, but I was. Not only that though, they seemed to do a good job hiding my manhood.
After I inspected them, Cindy said we should take some pictures and then head out. So we take turns taking photos of each other, then taking selfies together. Cindy sends me all of hers, and I send all of mine to her before we head out.
I thought about sending some of the photos to Leo while I waited to arrive at the mansion we were cleaning, but I decided to wait and take some more personal photos tonight after work. It takes us a half hour to arrive at the mansion, and as soon as we step out of the taxi we head inside.
We’re met with the main attendant of the mansion, an older butler by the name of Bentley Bullock. He inspects our uniforms, with him inspecting mine a little more closely than Cindy’s. After a few minutes, he told us we were in good uniform and started to give us instructions.
He told us that we were here to help him prepare the manor for the Master’s arrival at the end of the week. So we didn’t have to worry about running into him while we were working. However, he mentioned that the Master’s daughter would be arriving home by the end of the day.
Bentley told us that she is to be treated in the manner we would the master. So only refer to her as madam, curtsey when she arrives and leaves, and most importantly, if she gives a command, we have to follow it.
Those were simple instructions to follow, I just hope this guy's daughter is kind, and not some bossy entitled punk. Sir Bentley instructs each of us to start with dusting and sweeping, with Cindy on the main floor and me taking the upstairs floor.
He told us that this would likely take us the full first day, so not to worry about how long it takes. All he wants us to do is make sure it gets done. He then leads us to the cleaning closet and tells us everything we need is inside.
He then excused himself saying he had his own work to attend to and would check up on us. Cindy and I look at each other and shrug. It’s just cleaning which wasn't that hard. We each grab a cleaning set, which includes a mop, bucket, duster, wipes, and toilet cleaning supplies.
It was a bit heavy, at least for me, Cindy seemed to have no problem carrying it, maybe because she didn’t have to climb so many stairs while holding it. It’s definitely not because she’s stronger than me. Once I make it to the top of the stairs I look around.
The mansion wasn't super huge but was still a mansion, so there were a ton of rooms to the left and right of the top of the staircase, which meant a lot of work, but it’ll all be worth it when Cindy can make costumes for me. I smile as I picture all the costumes I’m going to request.
Things like Mona from Genshin Impact, maybe Rem from Re:Zero, oooh, or even Frieren from, well Frieren. I stop and blush again. I mean maybe a cool awesome male character like Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop.
I smugly stand tall like I just won something then walk down the hall and open the door at the end. Inside seemed to be some sort of study. I drop my supplies down and pull out the duster. It was time to get to work, and I was going to start up high and knock all the dust down so that I only had to sweep once! I’m such a smart and cute maid!
Comments
last_of_workers
Oh, I get it... It really makes sense... Personally, I have a similar philosophy... I am sure that any story that someone has made up or written is REAL, no matter how short or long the made-up story is, it is part of reality and it doesn't matter how well-developed or undeveloped it is, somewhere in an infinite number of universes there is that world that you have made up... Your imaginary friend that you have forgotten about lives there, there you are the main character of the story and everyone there lives in peace and joy... And they also have imaginary friends and these friends are also real but in another world and so on ad infinitum, the whole universe is infinite! And each of your choices is striking in an absolutely new world where you made a different decision and there history went differently... That's my philosophy... I don't believe in the usual understanding of God, but I believe that each of us is a little bit of God, each of us is a creator of worlds!
Riley
One thing I've heard said that I really like. "Our dreams may be another's reality," I think it's more like that. Our dear slice of lice Bryce may be dreaming about an epic fantasy world, but to Bryce there it's his reality. I'm going to continue both since they're some of my favorite series, one because it's fun to write battle-type stories/adventures and the other people's Forced to Crossdress was always my favorite. I only ever intended to do a few parts of Dreamly Knight, but it was to fun to make short, and I only realized today that it had been over a year since I worked on the main series. As for the name, yes it was my plan to have main Bryce see it all as a dream C:
last_of_workers
I'm shocked... I thought that "Forced to crossdress: Dreamy Knight" was a completely autonomous story and its connection with "Forced to crossdress" was only indirect and then you suddenly shock us like this... although I must admit you did it very cool and now we understand why "Dreamy Knight" has such a name... but the question is will this series continue or not?
