I awoke with a start, unable to recall where I was, but was quickly reminded as my hands felt the smooth, silky nightdress that covered my body. I saw the feminine clothing scattered about the room, and the bottles, tubes and jars of cosmetics covering the dressing table.
Slowly memory returned, accompanied by a desperate need to use the toilet. Somewhat to my relief I found that my body still appeared masculine, except for the mask of a face that had been secured over my own.
Barely had I returned to the bedroom when the door opened and Sarah entered.
"Christine, the doctor requires you in her surgery. Nothing to worry about; it seems that her Ladyship wants her new maids to keep their normal facial appearance, to remind them of what they were, before starting this adventure into how a female is expected to live. Don't worry, you are not going to be allowed to look like a man in feminine clothing. Your hair is to be trimmed and permed into a feminine style, and treatment given to ensure you have no need for a razor during your stay with us."