A few minutes later the door opened and two women dressed in gray business suits with long mid calf skirts and shoes that tied, entered the room. At first they looked to be elderly, but as they got closer, Mark could see that they couldn’t be over thirty maybe thirty five years old.
As they approached the large desk at the far end of the room, the tall woman with her blonde hair put up in a bun, asked Mark to join them and be seated at the front of the desk. The shorter woman with the dark hair sat down behind the desk and did the introductions to Marty.
It was rather very business like as Ms Martin the taller Woman and Head Mistress of the school looked over Marks qualifications, slightly nodding her head as she went through the small stack of papers with Marty’s application.
Ms Lacy, was explaining the rules of the school to Mark. She informed him that was he accepted for the job that he would have to live at the school all the while it was in session. That there were very strict dress codes, and that the room board, and uniforms were supplied by the school in addition to the generous pay check he would be getting.
Every thing was sounding just great to Marty, it was a lot more than he ever expected. He was even invited to start living at the school starting just as soon as he agreed to everything in the contract.
Ms Martin explained to him that this was a very special school and very private, that most of the students came from very wealthy families, but they have social and behavior problems, it is therefore the schools responsibility to correct those problems. Starting out with, all students will be dressed alike with no exceptions, both girls and boys wear the exact same clothes. That since it was a very special school, all the teachers would also abide by the same rules, both male and female.
Not really thinking or being too concerned about it, Marty said that he was willing to abide by their rules, and that the job would give him a chance to pull out of the debt from his schooling.
Ms Lacy had Mark stand up and she took several measurements from mark, asked him his shoe size and then called on the phone to someone whom she gave the information to. She then ask Mark to go behind the dressing screen and strip all his clothes off, they wanted to see how he would look in his new uniform.
Mark did as he was asked, and in a few minutes he heard the familiar sound of the high heels clicking across the floor and heard Ms Lacy thank the girl and dismissed her. As soon as he heard the door close, Ms Lacy draped a pair of frilly lace panties over the screen and told Mark to slip them on.
Mark took the panties in his hands and stared at them, thinking that it was some kind of joke, he mentioned that they were girls panties.
Ms Lacy just told him to slip them on they won’t bite him, or he could put his own clothes back on and forget the whole job.
With second thoughts, Mark put his legs through the waist and slip the satin panties up his legs and around his waist. He was surprised at how good they felt on him, he would have never guessed that girls panties would feel that good and comfortable.
The next thing he was handed was a matching white lace bra with small cups, he didn’t even question it, he just put it around his chest, slipped his arms through the straps and hooked the front hooks and adjusted the straps so they felt comfortable.
The brown stockings came next and was a bit difficult for him at first but after the first one was on his leg, the second one was easy. No garter belt was needed since the silky stocking had a built in elastic band at the top of them. These too felt good to Mark, almost too good, he was getting some strange and sensuous feelings as his nylon clad legs rubbed against each other as he tried to nervously move around it the small area inside of the dressing screen.
He was then giving a white silk blouse with French ruffles at the collar and at the cuffs of the long puffy sleeves which he slipped on and buttoned the peal buttons up the front, next he pulled the short skirted black jumper that came to just above his knees, with the square cut neck line over his head and managed to get the zipper pulled up the back. A pair of black patent low heeled pumps was handed him and he slipped on the shiny shoes, with the small satin bow on the toe of them, onto his feet.
He was now standing there dressed up in women’s clothes ready to be seen by two women he had never seen before and he was getting some very strange feelings from all over his body. They were not unpleasant feelings but gentle and exotic, he was beginning to get excited and he could feel his cock starting to stir. He tried thinking about other things besides how good the clothes made him feel, so that his reaction to the clothes would not be noticed by the women.
Finally he regained his composure, and was now ready to let the women see him dressed up this way. He stepped out from behind the screen, and to his surprise the women didn’t laugh at him or show any emotion whatsoever – instead they just looked and studied him for several minutes.
Ms Martin told him that if he wanted to teach at this school, this was the uniform he was to wear or something similar to it. If he wanted to, he was welcome to stay a couple of days to try it out, to see how and if it was going to work out for him, but that they would like to see how he would look with some make up on, if he was truly considering the position.
Mark was in a bind, he needed a job, this paid the best and had more fringe benefits that any he had ever heard of, and the clothes didn’t really bother him that much, as a matter of fact he was beginning to enjoy the way it made him feel. Mark made his mind up, he told them that he would try it for several days and he didn’t mind trying on some make up.
Ms Lacy summoned the cute girl dressed up as a french maid to enter the room. She was carrying a tray of cosmetics and sat it down next to where Mark was sitting and immediately began doing Marks Make up. She applied the foundation and blended it into his skin ever so gently and expertly, then taking a dark brown eyebrow pencil reshaped his brows into a slight feminine arch, using a light blue eyeshadow she blended his eyelids and then applied several coats of mascara ~to his naturally long lashes, accenting and bringing them to life, a touch of eyeliner was then used and now Marks eyes were finished and she did his cheeks with a rose blush, the final touch was a deep rose colored lipstick applied to his lips, giving then a little girl pouty look and a touch of gloss to make them glisten, and his makeup was finished.
A light brown shoulder length wig was slip carefully on to his head and the little French Maid brushed it into the style that Ms Martin wanted, and now he was finished.
The women seemed impressed at the way Mark now looked, and as Mark looked into the full length mirror on the wall he to was impressed at how different he now looked.
It was also obvious to all in the room that Marrt did more than enjoy what he was seeing as his cock, rock hard, was pressing against the skirt of his jumper, and this was something that would have to be taken care of, before Marty could go walking around the school grounds for others to see.
Ms Martin asked Janet if it would be too much trouble to take care of that little problem that was effecting Mr Marty. Without hesitation, Janet went to her Knees and lifted up Marty’s skirt and slipped his feminine panties down to his knees and took hold of his ridged cock in her hand and slipped her bright red glossy lips fully over his swollen shaft and began licking and sucking, as if she did it all the time. She sucked and swallowed hard as it went deep into her pretty throat, and Marty could see that it was also effecting the the two women that were watching as this was going on. They were playing with their own breasts, with one hand and rubbing their crotch with the other, as they watched intensely, not paying attention to what Marty was seeing himself.
Janet was giving him the best blow job he had ever had in his entire life, and he could feel his wad getting ready to explode in the pretty little french maids mouth.
