He felt silly standing there with Mistress looking on as the gurl's, Shawna and Yvonne. Two lovely trans gurls who he loved like sisters slowly massaged the sweet-smelling lotion into his skin, making him smooth.
When Mistress had told him Her plan for him for the upcoming Party She was having, he had blushed. Cross-dressing had never been a fetish of his, of course as he well knew, that didn't matter. What Mistress wanted, Mistress got. So he stood there being prepared.
He couldn't help but look over that the frilly, lacy black and white French Maid's costume he would soon be wearing to serve Mistress's guests, and his blush only deepened, making Mistress chuckle softly and whisper, "don't you just love your uniform, pet?" She laughed when he blushed even redder if that were possible.
Soon the gurl's announced they were finished, and Mistress nodded, "Excellent gurls, time to get our little maid bitch all prettied up."
Next came the makeup. First the base, then, eyeshadow, and mascara. He could barely sit still for it, but Mistress's touch on his shoulder stilled him and the gurl's got his eyes looking smokey and sexy. At least, that's what they said.
Next came the rouge which gave him a nice blush to his cheeks, not that they weren't red enough, he thought. A bright red lipstick that Mistress called "cocksucker red" let him know exactly what his mouth would be ultimately used for that evening. They painted his fingernails and toenails a bright red as well.
After that, they slipped some smoky thigh high stockings with garter belts up to the middle of his thighs. Then attached them to the black garter belt they had adorned him with.
A black lacy thong came next, tucking his shrunken, chastised "clit" Mistress had called it and making the panties as smooth as possible, no easy feet considering the size of his balls, but an ice-cold package of frozen peas made him shrink up even more and some skin-toned tape flattened him out as much as possible. The effect was that it was a lot more smooth than he imagined.
A set of fake tits were then applied to his chest. This was made in an exceptionally cruel way. The gurl's applied the glue to his chest for it, Then attached two clamps to his nipples. Each clamp had a spring on them, and were attached up inside the false breasts to another spring on inside the nipples. Mistress had explained that if someone pinched those false nipples, then he would feel it in his own tits. She Herself tested this theory after the gurl's had applied the breasts to his chest and smiled when he moaned softly and whimpered in that delightful way he had when She played with those sensitive little buds.
Next came the bra to match the panties. It was half-cup, so the nipples would be easy to play with. The gurl's then placed a tight waist cincher around his middle, tightening it until he thought he would be cut in half. But with the breasts and his own full ass it did give him an hourglass figure.
A low, cut French maids uniform, it was so short as they pulled up, the skirt part didn't even cover half of his ass. Straightening the sleeves over his shoulders and zipping the dress up. He realized that if you just pulled down the front of the dress a bit, and bent him over, one could fuck him, and play with his tits without even undressing him. It was truly an "all-access" uniform.
Once he was dressed, they sat him back down and one of the gurls got a pair of high heels. He would spend the next few hours just practicing how to walk in those abominations of femininity, but with the little padlocks that was placed on them, the gurl's assured he could not take them off. Mistress had relented and only made him wear the 5" heels as opposed to the 7" ones She had originally wanted.
