Thanksgiving was not what I expected. We went to Mistress Sue's older sister's place to celebrate with her and her husband and some cousins and another sister. Mistress Sue's older sister is nearly 30 and trying very hard to have her first child. She's older and more mature. Unfortunately, we were in her home 5 minutes before Mistress asked her if she minded how I dressed. I expected a lot of questions, but evidently the sister not only knew, but had seen pictures as had her husband. It took all of 5 minutes from me to go from guest to maid and while I didn't make Thanksgiving dinner or anything, I did most of the serving and all the dishes. I felt so small, especially with the real men watching football while I whipped cream for the pumpkin pie.I'm now considered passable enough to start thinking about a job. I've dated several times now and while Mistress Susan has promised me, she would follow her own path with me, I am so unmistakably girl, that I don't doubt if I was released to be a boy again, it'd be difficult to remember how. There's a part of me that dreads knowing I will be receiving some feminine items for Christmas, but another part that is thinking, I need some new bras anyway.I hope that makes sense.
