“Madame?” I asked, quieter and with more dread than I had originally intended. My hands clenched together, tightly gripping the pink towel and my arms squeezed against my fake breasts as if I was trying to back away into myself, which I was in a way.

“I asked you, Yvette, to come with me to your Mistress’s closet so you can get dressed for some gardening work. I have more to do than sit around and advise you all day. So I need to get you started on this as quickly as possible so I can get onto my other concerns.” I wondered to myself if she actually did have anything more to do than advise and harass me all day. Of course, I did this in silence and while following her to her closet. Rummaging through her extensive wardrobe, she handed me a pair of lime sherbet green cotton panties, spattered with polka dots in a darker green. This is followed by a matching bra. While she turned away to grab some more items, I quickly drop my towel and put on both pieces of underwear. Putting on a bra when you’re by yourself at home having a good time is one thing, but when you’re trying to do it quickly, not to mention doing it quickly with substantially larger breasts than you’re used to, is a totally different experience. She turned around holding a lime green t-shirt and a pair of brown overalls just as I was threading my arm through the last strap.

“Now put these on, you’ll need to-” halting in mid sentence she looked me up and down a few times. “Why Yvette, you’re quite adept with putting on your bra. You must be very familiar with this… particular one” I bit my lip and inspected my feet as I thought about this. I always glossed over it when I dressed up at home, but it really was strange for a boy to wear girls’ things.
“Oui Madame,” I muttered in response.

“Don’t worry deary, there will be plenty of time to think about that while you’re tending to the garden.” She cooed gently while patting me on the head. She handed me the clothes and I put them on. The overalls were tight and very short, while I was fastening the shoulder straps she rolled the short pants legs up, creating big cuffs that practically started at my butt but barely went past that. The front pocket on the chest had a bright sun stitched onto it. “I won’t let you wear a corset out there Yvette, now matter how good it is for your figure.” She said over her shoulder as she rummaged through her mountain of shoes. “I can’t have my maid passing out in the heat after all.” At her behest I put on a pair of white ankle socks and a pair or brown leather work boots that were only laced up to the ankle, so when tied they fanned out at the top.

“Almost ready, we just need to get your hair and makeup done,” Makeup? I wondered. For working outside? Sitting down in front of the mirror I puzzled about this while she applied foundation to my face. The makeup certainly helped me look female, which I’d want while working outside. I noticed though the colors she was applying to my face were paler and more subdued; a natural look, save for the fact that she was penciling my eyebrows.

“Close you’re eyes, there’s going to be a surprise…” she said in my ear with some excitement. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, but had nothing to say. I hadn’t liked any the surprises I’d had ever received since I’d met this girl. Not being able to object on penalty of spanking however makes it difficult to express one’s opinions. Yet again I wasn’t pleasantly surprised as I felt her stabbing me in the face with something near my cheekbones. I didn’t speak but I couldn’t help but squeak at each poke and eventually I felt myself weaving back and forth trying to dodge her attacks. This stopped when I felt her grab my crotch and squeeze it fiercely, eliciting yet another pained yelp. I tried to squint one of my eyes open to see what was going on and her grip tightened.

“Don’t open your eyes Yvette, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” She said with a slight growl. “My word you act like such a little princess some times. It’s just makeup.” I heard her walk away and at the temptation of peeking I screwed my eyes shut as hard as I could. I heard rustling and felt a wig being placed on my head and brushed out.

“Open you’re eyes Yvette,” she said proudly and when I did I was shocked. My head was covered with a shock of natural red hair and the make up had added clusters of freckles under my eyes. Even my eyebrows had been penciled to match the wig. I looked like a little Irish girl. I gawked at myself some more until she thrust a pair of leather work gloves and a khaki bucket hat into my hands. I kept staring. Suddenly she swiveled the stool and I was face to face with her.

“You may thank me for my make-up magic now.” She said with a smile “Say ‘merci Madame”

“Merci madame,” I said experimentally, slowly feeling my way through unfamiliar syllables.

“Good good, now get out to that garden Yvette and do what needs to be done. Pull weeds, mow the lawn, rake up branches… all those things I hire you for.” She said, suddenly standing up and waving her hand dismissively at all the tasks she outlined. I put the hat on and tucked the gloves into the front pocket of the overalls before walking downstairs and to the kitchen where the back door was. With my hand on the knob I froze. I tried to turn the knob but my hand wouldn’t move and my heart started racing. It was a beautiful day and for the life of me I didn’t want to go outside at any cost. I heard her walk into the kitchen, high heels clacking on tile floor.

“I have errands to run Yvette, I can’t wait while you fool around with the door knob.” With that she swung the door open and with a hand on my bottom, gave me a shove outside into the backyard. I sprawled out into the dirt, my knees tucked into my chest, pressing against my fake breasts and my rear high in the air.

“The tools are in the shed sweety, and remember to clean the front yard too. Bye!” I watched between my legs as she blew me a kiss, slung her purse onto her shoulder and closed the back door, I heard the click of a lock.