The Making of A Sissy Part 12

She loaded the washing machine and began the tedious vacuuming as usual. After about 15 minutes something caught her eye through the window, and she saw a smartly dressed woman, red hair in a bun, put the keys in to the car door. As the woman did so, she turned to look face on at Bella who gazed through the window. Bella’s jaw dropped as a very business-like Ellen smiled back at her. Bella froze as the front room door opened suddenly and Aunt Jane made a command.

“In here now sissy, I have some news for you.” Bella’s mind was pulled in a thousand different directions and the butterflies in her stomach were more violent than usual as she wondered what was to be said. She stood before her Aunt Jane.

“Pack your things; I am to be rid of you at last it seems. I had my mind set on passing you on to some lecherous male, but I see you might enjoy that now. Fortune has smiled on us both. Now that your schooling has finished, you are to train as a maid. That Lady who was just here, lives in a large house and is a friend of Mr Roberts. She likes to be strict with her charges and trains girls and sissies to be French maids; apparently she saw you when you were at Mr Roberts’ and thought what an obedient maid you’d make; she will pay me weekly for your services and will work you hard. You will benefit from your training as this will earn you your keep at her house. She will no doubt hire you out to some of her gentleman friends like Mr Roberts; no doubt you may receive small tips from them if you perform well. Pack your bags; you are to go within the hour, she is to return for you.” Bella tried to look scared at the proposition.

“But…I …” Aunt Jane looked sternly at her.

“Upstairs now this instant and pack your things. I shall cane you if you make one more sound.” Bella walked from the room and tried to walk as slowly up the stairs as possible; it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming deliriously with happiness as she quickly packed her meagre sets of clothes and belongings into a large carpet bag she used when at boarding school. The minutes ticked by and Bella was so anxious. Then her phone buzzed; she answered softly ‘hello’; Adam? Sandy? A voice she recognised from the weekend laughed into the phone.