9 To 5
As the rich sound of the grandfather clock filled the air, I breathed a small sigh of relief; my shift was over and it was time to go home. Now it was time to begin the prolonged walk to what was commonly referred to in the house as The Dressing Room, a trek which didnt seem particularly lengthy at normal stride, by with my ankles connected by a slackened chain, my steps were considerably smaller.
Passing one of the many ornate full-length mirrors that were hung around the house, I caught sight of my own reflection. A lovely young woman stared back at me with long, luxurious dark hair pulled up into a tight bun, framing her
or should I say, my face. The corset I wore beneath my daily uniform drew my body into a classic hourglass figure. The heels on me feet rose very steeply, bringing my toes to a position that was very similar to being on point in ballet. The dark stockings which encased my legs made them shine, even in t