Costume Solution

[dolly bo peep]

This was a great chapter, with French maid Fifi having a lot of activity, but with dinner just starting, there will be a lot of mincing in high heels and curtsying ahead.

I'm looking forward to reading about Fifi serving dinner and the other tasks to follow.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Love it Tom/Fifi having to learn and go through everything a maid does in greeting people.  The embarrassment!

[DaraJaney]

So Tom/Fifi had to continuously scamper up and down the stairs between the kitchen and the dining room, mincing across to the table and trying not to bend over too much while laying plates in front of the guests.  He tried to move as close to the table as possible so as to minimize the bending but that put him in easier reach.  While placing a plate in front of one of the ladies he felt the frills on his knickers being tugged by her husband.  “Ooh la la!  Monsieur!”  He slapped at the man’s hand and everyone laughed.

Tom flounced off to fetch the next tray of plates.  To avoid more groping he had to stand a little further back from the table but that meant he had to bend over more and probably show more frilly knickers.

Finally all the plates were delivered.  “Fifi, would you top up the wine glasses please?” Lady Upton ordered.  “Oui Madame”, Tom curtsied and minced his way around the table bending in to fill up the glasses.  Some of the men couldn’t take their eyes off the bulge of his large boobs as he leant in.

“Lady Upton, how long is it since your husband passed?”  one of the ladies asked.  “Ten years now.  Fifi?”  “Oui Madame?” Tom curtsied.  “Would you fetch his photograph off the shelf there please?”  “Oui Madame”. Tom curtsied and minced over to the shelves.  The photo was on the third shelf up.  He knew what was going to happen when he reached up for it.  He found himself hoping that the seams on his fishnet stockings were still straight as he knew all eyes would be on him.

He reached up and his dress inevitably rode up too and he heard sniggering from the table, interrupted by a slapping sound.  Tom minced over with the photograph and handed it to Lady Upton before resuming his round with the wine while the photo was passed around.

“Thank you dear, would you put it back?”  Tom winced but curtsied “Oui Madame” and took a deep breath as he reached up to put the photo back.

He was kept on his feet all evening bringing plates back to the kitchen and returning with the next course, topping up the glasses etc.  Maura in the kitchen was amused that he continued to mince around there even though there was little chance of guests being around.  Lady Upton had trained him well!

He tried to follow the plot of the murder mystery that they were playing out but as he was only in the room half the time he missed a lot of the conversation.  The guests mercifully retired to their rooms before midnight, all no doubt wondering if there would be a ‘murderer’ creeping around in the night.

Lady Upton addressed Tom before retiring herself.  “Fifi!  The guests will probably have a nice lie in on Sunday morning.  Usually they don’t come down for breakfast before 9am.  “Oui Madame” Tom curtsied, as she was still addressing him as the maid.

“But we have lots to do of course.  You will bring my breakfast to my room at 7am.”  “Oui Madame” Tom automatically curtsied but was wondering what time he needed to be up at to get dressed and do his make-up to serve her at 7am!  “I will of course inspect your uniform and make-up at that time.  I expect it to be tip-top!”  “Oui Madam”, Tom curtsied nervously.

He scampered all the way up to the maid’s room in the attic and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he could finally stop mincing around and kick his high heels off.  It took several minutes for his feet to return to their normal shape.

He was similarly relieved to offload the weight of his boobs, remove the wig, peel off his false-eyelashes and wipe off the make-up.  He opened the overnight bag and wasn’t surprised to see a pink nightie with matching panties staring out at him.  He could practically hear Ann tittering.  There was no way he was wearing those.  He didn’t need to anyway.  He could sleep commando.

Then he remembered that the bathroom was down on the guest floor and he still had to go to the toilet and brush his teeth.  With a sigh he pulled the pink nightie on and stepped into the pink panties.  He hastily pulled the wig on again and tiptoed down the stairs.  He tugged the short hem of his nightie as he scampered as quietly as possible along the corridor and into the bathroom.

As he returned he heard a door open.  He scampered up the stairs to his room as fast as possible.  Entering the door he glimpsed a face looking up the stairs.  Whoever it was they must have seen up his short nightie from there.

He quickly set the alarm for 5.30 and collapsed on the bed, desperate for as much sleep as he could get.  He dozed off and then awoke suddenly realizing that he hadn’t removed his pink nightie and panties in his haste.  He was afraid that if he had to get up and remove them now it would wake him up and he desperately needed sleep.  He curled up in his pink nightie and nodded off again.

Being inexperienced at make-up, he was only just about ready by 7pm.  He stood in front of the mirror and tugged his apron straight.  He pushed his petticoats down as far as he could so they just about covered the tops of his fish-net stockings.  He minced towards the mirror checking that he still had the walk to Lady Upton’s satisfaction.

He turned his back to the mirror and twisted to check the seams of his stockings.  They seemed to be ok.  A final brush at his wig and a test-fluttering of his eyelashes and he reckoned he had better go.

He had to totter down four flights in his high heels with his petticoats fluttering to fetch the tray with Lady Upton’s breakfast and then take it back up to the first floor.  He steadied himself before balancing the tray on one hand and knocking on the door.  “EntrĂ©e!”  He opened the door, took the tray in both hands and tottered over to the bed.  “Bonjour Madame!” he curtsied, feeling it was somewhat inadequate as he was unable to hold his petticoats out while holding the tray.

“Thank you”, Lady Upton held her arms back to allow Tom to place the tray on her lap.  He stood back awaiting further orders.  Lady Upton looked him up and down.  “Adequate, I suppose”, she decided.  “Merci Madame”, Tom curtsied.  “Turn around.”  “Oui Madame”, he curtsied again and stood with his back to her nervously.

He felt her fingers reach under the tops of his stocking and tug it a miniscule amount to one side.  Then he felt his petticoats being raised at the back.  He cringed.  “Ah, white with black lace, very nice!”

“Have you had your breakfast?” she asked as she lowered his petticoats.  Tom turned and curtsied “non Madame”.  “Well go and get fed and then help Maura set up the breakfast room.”  “Oui Madame”, he curtsied and minced off towards the door.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Tom/Fifi is getting a full dose of being a sissy maid for the weekend.  Wonder what else Lady Upton might have in store to embarrass the sissy. I love it.

[DaraJaney]

The guests all arrived at different times for breakfast, made a point of saying good morning to Fifi so that ‘she’ had to curtsey to them and respond “Bonjour madame et monsieur!”  before scampering off to the kitchen to fetch their order.

Once he had cleared the breakfast room and helped Maura clean up in the kitchen there seemed to be relatively little for him to do.  He thought that the worst was probably over.  There was another call for a round of teas and coffees while the guests gathered in the lounge for the denouement.  Tom stood discretely in the corner of the room observing as the murderer was revealed.

Then there was the matter of fetching the guests’ coats and bags.  Tom had to scamper up and down the steps at the front of the house with his petticoats fluttering in the breeze.  Lady Upton insisted on standing at the top of the steps to wave them off with Tom squirming at her side concerned that the guests could see up his petticoats from their position at the foot of the steps.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the final guests disappeared down the long drive.  He relaxed a little and dropped the mincing walk.  Before they closed the door he heard Ann’s car coming up towards the house.  He was very relieved to see her.

Lady Upton was full of praise for Tom’s performance.  He stood embarrassedly in his high heels and petticoats while she described how convincing he had been as a French Maid, flashing his knickers (Tom blushed) and serving the guests very well.

“We have another two groups coming during the week”, Lady Upton announced.  Tom looked up suddenly with concern.  “It would be great if Fifi could be here for them.”  “No way!  That’s it”, Tom insisted, pulling his lacey gloves off decisively.  “Oh sweetie, you know I’m away on that business trip this week, so you are totally available to do it.”  “What?  No!  I don’t want to.”

“Don’t be silly dear, you can’t turn down paid work.”  She turned to Lady Upton.  “Shall I pick him up on Friday?”  “That would be fine dear.”  “Wait. No!” Tom interjected desperately.  Ann went down the steps to her car.  Tom followed as quickly as he could.  His petticoats parachuted around him as he descended the steps and he hesitated fatally frying to keep them down.

Ann climbed into the car.  “See you Friday!”  She quickly turned the ignition and shot off over the gravel.  Tom couldn’t follow in his heels on such an uneven surface.  He watched as the car drove down the long driveway.  It looked a mile long.  There was no way he could walk home in his heels and he wouldn’t fancy walking through the town in his French Maid’s outfit anyway and the only other clothes he had was his pink nightie!

He sighed.  Lady Upton was turning to go in the door.  He didn’t want to risk being left outside so he scampered up the steps and in the door.  He couldn’t believe that he was going to have to do all this again tomorrow!

“Fifi!”  “Oui Madame”, he automatically responded and curtsied.  “We have a lot to do before the guests arrive tomorrow.  First you will strip the bed linen in the guest rooms and bring it downstairs to the laundry room.”  Tom’s jaw dropped.  She clearly intended him to continue as the maid even while the guests were not present.

“Then you will dust and vacuum each room before making the beds with fresh linen.”  There was no response from the shocked Tom.  “Understand?” she asked crossly.  “Oui Madame”, Tom curtsied instinctively.  “The bathrooms you can clean tomorrow morning.”  Tom’s whole body sagged at the thought of the work ahead.

“Do I really have to do all this as the maid?” he pleaded in his normal voice.  “As long as you are dressed as Fifi then you will act as Fifi!”, she instructed him firmly.  “I don’t want any slip-ups when the guests are around so you will stay in character.”

Tom cringed.  But then curtsied “Oui Madame.”  “You’d better get started then”, she told him.  Tom minced towards the stairway and felt her eyes watching him all the way.  He stripped the bed linen in one room and took it down two flights of stairs to the basement before returning to the next room.  The fitted sheet snagged on the corner of the mattress of the four-post bed and he had to twist and lean in to tug it.

“Your seams have gone awry again Fifi!” he heard suddenly behind him.  He quickly straightened up and turned to face Lady Hartley.  He blushed realizing that his full frilly knickers must have been on show when he leant in.  “Je m’excuse Madame”, he curtsied and scampered over to the mirror.  As he reached up under his petticoats and tugged at the tops of his stockings she left the room again.  Clearly he was going to have to stay on his best maid behaviour at all times.

When the bed linen had all been brought down to the laundry room, he then set about dusting.  He scampered around the first room with his feather duster.  Just as he was finished Lady Hartley came in and inspected his work as he stood nervously in his high-heels.  “You need to reach right up to the tops of the window frames”, she criticized.  She stood back to watch him do it.

Tom minced over to the window.  He cringed knowing what was going to happen now but she was still watching to make sure he did it properly.  Tom winced as he reached up as far as he could to dust the upper corners of the window frames and his dress rode up around him.

As if dusting the guest rooms wasn’t embarrassing enough, mincing around in four inch-heels vacuuming each room was just mortifying.  Once again Lady Upton appeared at irregular intervals so Tom had to ensure that he kept up his feminine deportment while hauling the heavy vacuum cleaner around.

Then it was up and down the flights of stairs several times again taking the fresh sheets up and making the beds.  Smoothing out the sheets required lots of bending over and there was no way Tom could maintain any modesty in this matter.  He just had to accept that his frilly knickers would be on full show should Lady Upton walk in –which she frequently did.

It was 8pm before it was all done.  “You may retire for the evening Fifi.”  “Merci Madame”, Tom curtsied.  “I’ll have breakfast in my room as usual at 7am.”  Tom winced but quickly recovered and curtsied “Oui Madame!”  There was not going to be much rest for him.

[krystalasbaby2017]

There should be no rest for the sissy french maid.  I see one thing coming from this paid work as a sissy maid, and that he will end up being a full time sissy maid for his wife when she gets back after the week.

[DaraJaney]

The next morning Tom brought Lady Upton her breakfast before embarking on the cleaning of half a dozen bathrooms.  It was ridiculous having to scrub out baths and dust right up into the corners in his short maid’s dress, high heels and layers of petticoats but he had no choice really.

Then in the afternoon the guests started to arrive and Tom once again had the embarrassment of mincing around like a French Maid in front of an entirely new set of people, everyone conspiring to make him bend over and reach up as much as possible as well as scampering around in his high heels, petticoats fluttering.

The following morning Lady Upton instructed him to check if a window was open in one of the bedrooms as heavy rain had started outside.  He assumed that there would be nobody in the room if she had asked him to go there but when he walked in the door a couple were standing either side of the bed and in the middle was a gun (presumably a fake gun).

The man immediately strode over towards the maid.  “Oh dear, you shouldn’t have seen that”, he acted poorly.  “Now we can’t let you go and tell everyone about the gun.”  He cut off Tom’s route to the door.  Tom played along.  “Oh no monsieur, I saw nothing, I will say nothing!”  “We can’t take that risk can we?”  He moved towards Tom and over his shoulder Tom saw the lady moving towards him too.

The man pulled the belt off his dressing gown and proceeded to tie Tom’s hands together in front of him.  The lady reached for a roll of duct tape, tore off a piece and pressed it over Tom’s mouth.

Tom dutifully whimpered through the tape while the man knotted the belt around his wrists.  “We have to make sure she can’t leave the room.”  He pushed Tom back towards the bed and the maid flopped down on the duvet in a flurry of petticoats.  The lady tied his ankles together with another belt.

The man looked around the room and decided on something.  He pulled Tom to his feet and looped a length of rope over his bound wrists.  He threw the rope over the top of the frame of the four-poster bed and pulled Tom’s wrists up above his head and tied the rope to hold them there.

Tom continued to whimper pleadingly through his gag.  He looked in the mirror.  His dress had ridden up and the tops of his stockings and the suspender straps were fully visible as well as the first row of frills on his black knickers.  He tugged down desperately on the ropes to no avail.

The couple stood back, looked him up and down and smiled.  “Now let’s go down for coffee.”  Tom whimpered as they left the room but they closed the door behind them and he heard them walk off down the corridor.  He writhed, trying to pull his wrists and ankles free but they had done a good job.  He sighed heavily and realized that he was stuck there until they freed him.

An hour went by before they returned.  Tom whimpered again and twisted his wrists and ankles indicating that they were hurting.  “Oh dear it’s not fair to keep Fifi standing in those heels for so long”, the lady sympathized.  Tom was relieved as they untied him from the top of the bedframe.

But they made him lie down on the bed still gagged.  They each tied one of his wrists to the top bedposts on opposite sides.  Tom sighed as it was obvious they were not going to let him go.  They went to the end of the bed as Tom tugged on the knots around his wrists.  He was well held in place.

But then they took his ankles and drew them apart and tied them to the bottom bedposts so he was tied down in a spreadeagle position.  Tom whimpered again through his gag.  This was entirely unnecessary and as they stood smiling at the end of the bed he realized that they could see right up under his petticoats and his black frilly knickers must be entirely on view with his legs forced apart like that.

He pulled his wrists and ankles harder and whimpered louder but they just left the room and his head flopped back in frustration.  Occasionally he heard others in the corridor but they never heard his whimpers.

It must have been another hour before he heard a large number of people coming down the corridor.  “Sorry but we had to tie Fifi up in the bedroom to stop her giving us away!”  Tom panicked now as it seemed that the entire cast was about to enter the room.

Sure enough they all walked in and stood around the bed looking down at a squirming Tom tied hand and foot to the four-poster, admiring his frilly underwear.  Several conversations started up about how good the event had been.  Lady Upton joined them and smiled down on Tom on the bed.  He supposed he must have been deliberately sent up by her to be part of the plot.

After they had been chatting for a couple of minutes Tom started whimpering again.  He tugged pointedly on his ropes to remind them that he needed freeing!  But they just laughed and continued their conversations.  Eventually somebody took pity on him and untied him.

“Ah Fifi!” Lady Upton noticed he was standing again.  “Oui Madame”, Tom replied and curtsied before thinking that he was surely entitled to a few moments to recover.  “Would you start fetching the coats and bringing the guests bags down to the front door?”  “Oui Madame!” he curtsied again but just sighed at being pressed into service again so quickly.