Overdo to Get Caught

by Margaret Jeanette

 

Sheila Compton had everything going for her. She owned a real estate company with five offices in three cities. She was active in the community and was a volunteer for different charities. It was the middle of the morning and she was headed home to grab the copy of the budget for one of the charities she was on the board for. She thought she would slip in quietly so as not to disturb her husband of seven years. She knew he would be on his computer doing his job as a software engineer.

She quietly slipped into the house to grab the papers in their bedroom. As she passed her husband's office she glanced in. She saw him intent on his computer screen. She noticed the floral shirt he had on. As she grabbed the papers she thought he doesn't have a floral shirt.

She stepped into his office. She made a little noise clearing her throat. He turned toward her. She saw the lace trim on his shirt. He stood up as his face got redder and redder.

When he stood up she saw he had a dress on. She said, "What the hell are you wearing?"

He answered, "It isn't like it seems. Let me explain!"

She cut him off saying; "I don't have a lot of time for talk right now. We'll talk about this later."

She saw a key lying on the corner of his desk. She asked what it was. He said it was the key for his belt. She grabbed it.

She said, "I guess I don't need to tell you that you better be wearing those clothes when I get home. If you are going to wear those clothes get some lipstick on."

He said he didn't have any. She told him there was plenty in the bathroom drawer and he better look presentable when she got home. Then she turned and left.

He sat shaking for the longest time. He never expected her at this time of day. He figured he was dead meat now. He wondered what she would do, leave him or kick him out.

At noon he went and had a sandwich and glass of milk. He usually had a sweet roll with his lunch but today he didn't feel like one. When he finished eating he was going to go back to his office. He put the dirty plate in the sink and heard his heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He then remembered Sheila telling him to get some lipstick on. He had never worn lipstick before. He hadn't worn any make-up before. He stopped at he bathroom to go to the toilet. Then he looked in the drawers until he found the lipsticks. He took one and opened it. It was a brown shade. He thought about how Sheila looked when she wore that. He put the cap back on and grabbed another. It was bright red and he held it by his dress and saw it was almost a perfect match with the roses that were on it. He applied some to his lips. It didn't look right. He washed it off and tried again. This time it looked better.

He was working on his latest program when Sheila came home. She headed straight for his office. She told him it was time to talk. She said she would see him in the living room.

He finished up and went to talk to her. He was scared of what she might do. She was sitting looking very upset. He knew he didn't want to upset her any more than she was now. He sat down in the easy chair facing her.

She had watched him come in. She noticed that he moved with ease in those heels. She thought he has had a lot of practice in those. She knew she was angry and she didn't want to lose it and blow everything. She just wanted to find out why he was dressed like that.

She asked, "How long have you been wearing women's clothes?"

He said, "It all started when I was about ten years old. One day we were home alone and my sister dressed me in her clothes and had me do the dishes and help her around the house. The next morning when she woke me up she had me put on another of her dresses and help her with the wash and then had me sweep and mop the kitchen floor. After that for the next couple of years about once a month she would have me put on one of her old dresses and help her. This went on until I was sixteen then she stopped. I would sneak into her room when everyone was gone and try on her clothes. I know she knew because she left a note on one of her dresses one time saying try this one on. After I graduated from high school I quit dressing up. I thought I was over it."

Sheila asked, "When did you start again?"

He replied, "About five years ago. I stopped at a garage sale and saw a dress that caught my eye. It looked so nice I couldn't help myself. I bought it and hung it in the spare bedroom closet. It hung there for a month then one day I tried it on. It fit beautifully and I had to get the underclothes and shoes for it. I went to Wal-Mart and got the underclothes and stockings and then went to a self-help shoe store and got a pair of heels. After that it just escalated. Now, maybe one day or two days week I put something on for the morning and after lunch change back."

Sheila said, "Well, you were overdo to get caught. I have stopped home before and you never had anything like that on. Was there ever a close call?"

He answered, "No, you never came home when I was dressed. I guess I was just lucky."

She asked, "Do you really like how a dress feels on you?"

He answered yes that it felt different and he felt like a different person.

Sheila said, "Well, John, I guess it isn't as bad as I thought but you let me down. I thought we didn't have any secrets from each other. That hurts the most. You owe me big time for that reason alone. I think you should be punished don't you?"

He replied, "Punished? What are you talking about?"

She said, "You did something wrong in not confiding about your dressing to me. I have in mind what could be called pleasant punishment. Are you willing to accept your punishment."

He saw she was settled down considerably so he agreed to whatever she wanted. He asked her what she had in mind.

She said, "Seeing you like to wear dresses you can continue to wear woman's clothes 24/7 until I tell you you can stop. How does that sound?"

He said, "It don't sound bad, but what if we go out?"

She said, "That's the chance you take! Either accept the punishment or I get upset and I don't know what will happen."

He heard and felt the ice when she said that. He accepted her punishment. She asked him how many outfits he had and he told her probably a half dozen. She said that was enough for a fashion show, maybe tomorrow night. She asked if he had a wig or anything like that. He told her no and that he had three bras, two panties and two slips. That was all.

Sheila told him to come in the bedroom with her. Once there she unlocked his belt and told him to take his dress and slip off. She put a pair of her panties in each of his bra cups then handed him a pair of her tan slacks to put on. She said they were from when she was heavier. They fit him pretty good. She handed him a blouse, which he put on.

Then Sheila said, "The stores are open for a little over two hours yet. We are going to get you a wig. There is a wig shop in the mall where we can get one. Let's go!"

He didn't want to refuse so he said there were no pockets in the slacks. Sheila handed him a clutch purse to carry his wallet in. She told him to redo his lipstick so they could go. He asked about his shoes and she told him to keep the heels on. He redid his lipstick and they were on their way.

At he mall they had to walk through Sears to get to the wig shop. At the wig shop the saleslady giggled as she fit a skull cap over his hair then placed a brunette wig that came down almost to the middle of his back. She adjusted the bangs and fluffed it a little. They took it and he felt better now that he looked more like a woman. Sheila led him out of the store and instead of heading toward Sears she went the other way. He followed. She led him to a medical supply store. She talked to the clerk and soon the clerk came out with four different pairs of breast forms. Sheila selected the largest ones filled with silicone and guaranteed to look and feel natural.

Then she led him to an earrings place. When they left he had three studs in each ear. Sheila had also gotten him two pair of dangly earrings. Then they stopped at Victoria's Secret and she got him a half dozen of the laciest panties and fanciest bras he had ever seen.

He complained his legs were starting to hurt so she stopped at a shoe store and they got him two pair of flats. He wore one out of the store and immediately his legs felt better. They stopped and got a sundae at an ice cream shop. When they finished Sheila said it was time to go home.

On the way back to Sears, Sheila spotted a sundress that she thought would be perfect for him. They went in and before he knew what was happening he found himself in a changing room trying on a sundress. When they left he now had two sundresses.

They got home and he put the clothes in his closet and dresser. He was tired and when Sheila came in he told her he was ready for bed. She told him to undress but hen let know when he was so she could attach his breast forms. She attached them and he said they were so heavy that he might fall on his face. They both laughed. She then handed him one of her old nightgowns. It was a full-length nylon gown with what seemed to him to be a lot of lace.

When he got up the next morning Sheila handed him a panty girdle to put on. It was very tight but she said it would keep him feminine looking. Then she took out a green silk dress with yellow flowers decorating it. She said it was one from when she was larger. It fit him but was a slight bit tight. He was going to put on a pair of black flats but she asked if he had a pair of white shoes. He said he did and she told him to put those on instead. He put on the white strappy heels. He didn't especially like them as they had four-inch heels.

As they were eating breakfast Sheila told him that as long as he was dressed as a woman he could do some cleaning, like change the bedding and cleaning all the carpeting in the house. She told him he better keep all of the clothes on and keep his make-up looking nice. She left for work and he started the cleaning.

On the way to work she thought about his dressing and how good she felt when she told him to clean the house. She knew she got a wet spot down below when she told him that. She remembered the look on his face when she had picked up the key to his belt. She wondered how far she could go.

He finished the cleaning before noon and decided to eat an early lunch before starting work. He liked the feel of the silk dress. He had never worn a silk one before. After lunch he redid his make-up and went to work. It was almost impossible to work given the erotic feelings he was getting from the clothes. Finally he gave up on the work.

He went into the living room and instead of turning on the TV like he usually did he just sat and thought about what was happening. Sure he was being punished but it was delightful. He thought about how lucky he was to have Sheila. He decided to do something special for her.

He went on his computer and made a special thank you card for her. It thanked her for being his wife and being so understanding. It had a heart with an arrow through it. He was pretty proud of it.

Sheila was on her way home and thought about John. She thought about taking some of the pleasant out of the punishment. She didn't know how he would take it but wanted to give it a try. She thought if she pushed him a bit he would want to stop the dressing like a woman.

When she got home the first thing he did was give her a kiss and hand her the card. She looked at the card and gave him a kiss and thanked him for the beautiful card. She had second thoughts about pushing him then decided that pushing him was the only way to end his dressing.

Sheila said, "I have a taste for steak. Get your purse we are going out."

He rejoined, "I would rather not go out. I can make you a steak on the grill. It will be just as good as you will get eating out."

She said, "Nonsense, get your purse we are going out!"

He got his purse and joined her in the car. She drove them to a supper club known for its steaks. The hostess said to have an enjoyable meal, ladies as she sat them at a corner table. They ordered and soon their meal was served.

As they were eating Sheila said, "I have been thinking about hiring a maid to keep the house clean but today I thought it isn't necessary. I don't have to look or conduct a job interview. I all ready have someone who can be my maid. You!"

John said, "I don't know about that. I know how to clean the carpets and make the beds but I don't know what else a maid does. Didn't you say last week that a couple of your employees had kids that were looking for a job?"

Sheila said, "Yes, but I don't have time to train them and I don't know what kind of workers they are. I have decided that you can be my maid. I expect you to do a good job and try to be the best maid possible."

He agreed to try it. She said, "I expect you to do more than try it. I expect you to be a maid and do the job right. If you don't you will be punished and I assure you, you won't like it."

He heard the ice in her voice and decided that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. She told him there was a uniform store two blocks away and that on the way home they would stop and get him some uniforms. He asked why he needed uniforms and she told him he would feel more like a maid if he dressed as one.

They stopped at the uniform store. Sheila told the woman she wanted a couple of maid's uniforms for her husband. The saleslady said they were her second customers that day where the wife wanted maid's uniform for a husband.

She showed Sheila a half dozen uniforms in different colors and styles. She recommended that a corset be worn under them. Sheila said they didn't have a corset. The saleslady said they had a selection of corsets. She said they like to think they carry anything a maid might need.

She showed Sheila some corsets. She said the minimum probably should be the extra firm corset but there was one that was extremely firm that did the best job. She showed Sheila the steel stays that were sewn in the corset. She said this one provided the most control. Sheila decided on that one.

The saleslady had John go into a large dressing room and remove his dress and slip. She came in with three corsets and told him to take the girdle and bra off. He was relieved to get the girdle off. The saleslady pulled the corset up on him. She tucked his breasts into the cups of the corset. Then she started lacing it. He felt the constriction of his body. She pushed on the corset directing parts of his body upward it seemed to him. She continued to tighten the laces until he could only take short breaths.

Sheila watched in fascination at the scene before her. She felt sorry for him but justified it as being necessary. She watched as the saleslady put a multi-tiered petticoat on him then slid a uniform over his head. They had him walk around for a while to see the effect of the uniform. Then it came off and another one was put on him. This one had a knee length skirt and was freely decorated with lace. Sheila said that one wasn't for him. She said the shorted one looked more like a maid in a picture.

The last one they tried on was a bright red one with hearts made of lace decorating it. A white lacy apron with a heart shaped pocket done in red lace and a mobcap with red ribbon trim completed the outfit. The skirt stood almost straight out. He blushed just about as red as the uniform when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He hoped they wouldn't get this one. His hopes were dashed when Sheila said he could wear that one home.

They left the store with five uniforms complete with accessories plus a black corset besides the white one he had on. He wondered about this maid business and what his wife all had in mind.

Finally he got the courage to ask, "How long are you thinking about continuing this? I thought you would be over this in less than a week but with all these uniforms and everything I don't know now."

Sheila said, "I really don't know how long you will stay dressed. The saleslady said to leave the corset on you for at least three days before taking it off so I know it will be at least three days yet. She said to tighten it a little each day."

He said, "Speaking of corsets. You said pleasant punishment. This isn't pleasant to wear. Why do I have to wear it anyway?"

Sheila said, "Now you have to wear it so your uniforms fit. The saleslady said it took two dress sizes off of you. There is good news in that. Now all of my clothes will fit you. Isn't that great?"

He didn't think it was that great. He hated the thought of wearing the corset for the next three days.

He said, "I am beginning to doubt that I can be the maid you want. This corset has to come off before three days. I can never take the discomfort that long."

Sheila said, "You keep complaining about the corset. For that it stays on for five days. If you say one more word about it, it will be ten days before I take it off of you."

He sat quiet the rest of the way home. Sheila felt herself getting damp down below at the feeling of power she was experiencing. They got home and he put all of his new clothes away. He went to the living room where Sheila was.

Sheila said, "You are now my maid. I expect you to act and work like a maid. I'll help you by telling you what I expect. How does that sound?"

He said it sounded all right. She told him to make her a drink and to serve it on a tray with a doily on it. He did as he was told. He took the drink to her and set it down.

Sheila said, "A maid always curtseys when given an order and completing something like bringing the drink. She asks if there is anything else the mistress wants her to do. Now, take the drink back and do it right."

He did a curtsy and redid to the serving remembering to curtsy. He asked if there was anything else. She told him to practice his curtsy. She watched as he did five curtseys. She looked away as he continued to practice. After ten minutes of practice his legs were killing him.

He said, "Can I stop now. My legs are killing me and this corset is crushing me to death."

Sheila told him to do a couple of more curtseys. After he did three she said, "That is better, but get a little lower when you curtsy and put your foot back a little further. Now, you disobeyed something I told you. You complained about the corset, you now have ten days to think about it coming off. Do you want to go for twenty?"

He said, "I wasn't complaining. I was only telling you how it felt. Can't I even say my feelings to you?"

She said, "You tell your feelings to me but that was a complaint and you will never convince me it wasn't. Now, I'll have one more drink."

He curtsied and got the drink. He returned and curtsied again and set the drink down. Sheila showed him a smile like he had never seen before. She could feel the damp spot getting bigger. She knew she was enjoying this to the maximum.

Sheila said, "John, I could go for a snack before bed. Why don't you make me something light to eat and perhaps a drink."

He curtsied and went to the kitchen. He found some bite sized pastries and made a glass of hot chocolate. He took it to her on a tray and curtsied and set it down.

Sheila said, "That looks delicious, John. You know John isn't a fitting name for a maid. Why don't you pick a feminine name for yourself?"

He couldn't think of a feminine name that he liked to save his soul. He told her that. She said he should take ten minutes to think of one. After ten minutes he hadn't come up with one.

Sheila finally said, "Surely you can think of some name. Your first girlfriend or a neighbor girl, something."

He couldn't give her an answer so she said, "I'll pick one for you if you can't even pick one. Are you going to give me one or not?"

He said he couldn't think of any. He asked why he couldn't keep his real name.

Sheila said, "Because I told you, John isn't a name for a maid. Now, seeing as you aren't picking one I'll pick one for you. The uniforms are French maids so a French sounding one should be right for you. How about Bridgette? That's French sounding."

He replied, "I don't really care what name you pick. I told you how I felt about it but you are determined to change my name so I don't care what it is."

Sheila said, "OK, it's Bridgette. Now Bridgette you can take away this mess. It's bedtime."

He curtsied and took the dishes to the kitchen and put them in to the dishwasher. Then he went up to the bedroom. Sheila told him to put the nightgown on that she had lain on the bed. He put it on. He noticed she had a baby doll top on and no bottom.

They were in bed and she was horny. She started kissing him and rubbing his penis through the satin gown. He got an instant erection. She continued kissing him and when he went to mount her she pushed him back down on his back. She mounted him. She experienced an orgasm like never before just as he came in her. She got off of him.

Then she lay on her back and said, "If I am going to allow my maid to sleep with me I better get some use out of her. Now, act like a good maid and suck me off."

She pushed his face into her crotch. They had never done this before. He cautiously started to lick her. It wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Soon he had his tongue completely in her. She came again as he administered to her need. She came two more times before she released him to get his tongue out.

He was glad to get out of her. She said, "That was beautiful Bridgette. I am glad you are sharing my bed. I love you. Good night."

He said good night as she turned over her back to him. He laid there thinking about all that happened to him. He wondered about tomorrow and what she was going to have him do. Finally sleep overcame him.

The next morning he arose before Sheila as usual. He put on one of the black maid's uniforms. He put on some make-up and then almost as an afterthought he sprayed some perfume on his wrists and behind his ears and in his cleavage as he had seen Sheila do many times. He didn't know why he had used the perfume. When he saw himself in the full-length mirror he was surprised at how he looked. He couldn't see any sign of masculinity at all. It was an image he could fall in love with. Realizing as he looked that it was him he was staring at he blushed deeply.

He was having his coffee, orange juice and toast when Sheila came into the dining area. She said she would have what he was having. He got up and made her the toast and got the coffee and orange juice for her. He thought how before she would get it herself. He sat down to finish his breakfast.

Sheila said, "Starting tomorrow I'll have breakfast in bed at seven-thirty. You know the usual unless I tell you different. Today Bridgette I want you to clean the bathroom top to bottom. You know toilet, tub, sink mirror and do the floors, cabinets and counter tops. In the half baths do everything the same as the bathroom."

She looked out the patio door at the pool. It looked so cool and inviting. She noticed a smudge on the window of the patio door and told him to do all the windows in the house inside and out.

She noticed he had on a pair of white flats and asked if he didn't have any black shoes. He said he did but they had a very high heel and he thought these would be more comfortable. She told him to put on the black ones that go with the uniform. She told him to keep them on all day.

He said, "If I am to do the windows outside I have to use a ladder. It isn't east to go up a ladder in high heels. Can't I change to do the windows?"

She said, "I'm sure you will manage in the heels. It won't be that bad. You'll find that dressing as a woman has its drawbacks."

He replied, "I've all ready found that out."

She said, "What do you mean?"

He replied, "Well, last night during the night I woke up twice short of breath from this corset."

She said, "Good thing you reminded me. Let me at your corset so I can tighten the laces."

She tightened the laces to where he thought he wasn't going to be able to breathe. He cursed to himself for having said anything about the corset. She told him she expected supper at five-thirty and left for work. He started the cleaning.

He finished the bathrooms shortly after noon. He had a light lunch and started the windows. The inside went smooth but he noticed it was two-thirty when he finished that part. He took a break from the windows to start supper. He was almost a gourmet cook so he made lasagna. He knew Sheila liked his lasagna. When he had it in the oven he got back to the windows.

Going up and down the ladder was tricky. He had to totally use his toes to balance and move on the ladder. The tight corset didn't help his movements. By the third window he had a system down for cleaning them. As he did them he vowed to get one of those attachments that fit on a water hose to clean windows. He had one more window to do when Sheila pulled in. She saw him on the ladder and smiled as she saw the trouble he was having doing the windows.

He finished the windows and went in to put supper on the table. Sheila marveled at the lasagna. He felt good about that. She told him tomorrow she would have the quarterly figures for the company. She was anticipating a record quarter.

Then she surprised him by saying, "When there is just the two of us I don't mind that you eat with me but when we have company I expect you'll eat after the rest of us have eaten. That is what maids do, you know."

He told her he understood thinking they haven't had anyone for supper in over six months and then it was one of her agents that had made a million dollar sale to celebrate. He didn't figure they would be entertaining until after Sheila was over this bit of her anger with him.

He was cleaning up the dishes when he heard, "Bridgette, bring me a drink!" He stopped and made the drink. He served it curtsying before and after serving it. He asked if there was anything else and she said no so he returned to finish up the clean up after supper. When he had curtsied he noticed a pain in his legs. He knew it was from being on the ladder.

He was resting in one of the dining room chairs when Sheila came to him and told him to follow her as she inspected the bathrooms. She looked closely at each of them only going 'hmm' a couple of times in each one. He was thinking she had found something wrong in each one.

She surprised him when she said, "They all look great. You did a very good job. Keep it up. You did so good you deserve a reward. What would you like as a reward?"

He gave her his most honest answer by saying, "What I would like you will take as a complaint so I won't ask for anything."

Sheila said, "I won't take it as a complaint. You deserve a reward so tell me what you would like."

He said, "Well, I would like you to let off on the laces of my corset."

She shocked him by saying, "Certainly, you deserve it. Let me get at them."

He felt better as she released some of the pressure the corset had put on him. She was laughing as she loosened them. He thought she is getting over her being mad about not telling her about the cross-dressing.

Sheila said, "Tomorrow you better get the grass mowed. That little shower last night made it grow an inch. Do you think you can get it done?"

He answered, "Sure, but mowing grass isn't maid's work. So can I wear my regular clothes to do it?"

 

Sheila said, "What you have on is your regular clothes now. It won't hurt you to mow the grass in your uniform. Think of yourself as an all-purpose maid! You should be proud of all you can do as a maid."

He asked, "Well, can I at least do it wearing a pair of flats? The heels will sink into the ground."

Sheila knowing she had won a point said, "Yes, I guess that will be all right but you have to put your heels back on when you finish."

He felt like he had gained a victory. His jaw dropped when Sheila said, "After you do the lawn you can do some cleaning in the kitchen. You know wipe all the cupboards down, clean the countertops and sweep and mop the floor. Also I want you to wash the walls. That will get any stale odors out of the kitchen."

When it was time to go to bed Sheila handed him a long flowing mint green satin nightgown to put on. They got in bed when she said she needed some attention. The gown had made him erect and he was glad to oblige her. To his surprise she pushed his head down between her legs. He started licking and soon she had an orgasm followed quickly by two more. She released his head from between her legs. He got back in bed.

She turned over with her back to him. He asked, "What about me? When do I get my turn?"

Sheila said, "I only wanted my maid tonight. Now go to sleep and don't bother me. Good night!"

He was frustrated and slightly angry. She was taking this maid business too far. He fell asleep in a state of fit that bothered his sleep. He had a nightmare where he was operated on and implants put in. He woke up and felt his chest and breathed a sigh of relief because the dream was so real.

The next morning he was up early. He still felt frustrated. He got dressed and went for breakfast. He finished his breakfast just I time to make Sheila's. When he entered the bedroom with her breakfast he noticed she had a big smile on her face. He curtsied and set the tray down. He left the room wondering what she was smiling about.

Ten minutes later Sheila called him back into the bedroom. She said, "It wasn't really fair of me last night to deny you. If you want now is as good a time as any to make love."

He jumped at the chance. He was out of his uniform and in his underwear in what seemed like seconds. He laid beside her and they kissed deeply. She rubbed his penis feeling it was very hard. She pushed him on his back and mounted him. He was in heaven; she could see that on his face.

Sheila asked, "Do you want to be my maid forever?"

He replied, "No, please don't ask that of me!"

She said, "But you do such a good job as a maid and you make me very happy. Now, don't you want to be my maid?"

He replied, "I'll be your maid but not forever."

She felt him come and knew it was useless to press the issue. She got off of him as he said, "Thank you. I love you."

They got dressed together. Then she left for work and he put on a pair of flats and went to mow the lawn. He finished with the mowing and trimming and it was early yet. He sat and had a can of soda. He had sweat mowing the lawn and now his corset was beginning to itch. She had tightened the laces again that morning and he couldn't get at the itch. Finally he decided he had to live with it. He started to clean the kitchen. He finished the countertops when the phone rang. It was Sheila telling him that she was bringing someone for supper that evening. He was shocked that she would bring someone when he was dressed as he was. He resumed cleaning the kitchen.

Late in the afternoon he started supper. He noticed there was no lettuce for a salad. He debated whether to forget the salad or not. His sense of being a good cook and meal planner made him rush to the store dressed as he was to get lettuce. He was pleasantly surprised when the checkout girl told him to have a good day, ma'am.

Upon returning home he made three salads and put hem in the refrigerator. Then all he had left was to wash the walls. He was on the last little wall when the doorbell rang. He put the rag in the bucket and answered the door. It was Sheila and another woman who he didn't recognize.

Sheila quickly kissed him and said, "Today I finally got the quarterly figures and we did record business for the quarter. Aren't you happy for me?"

He said yes and she continued, "Bridgette, this is Karen. She was the top seller for the quarter and I promised her a good home-cooked meal as a reward. Karen, This is Bridgette, my maid."

The two exchanged hello's and as the two women came in and sat in the living room Sheila asked, "How long before supper?"

He told her twenty minutes and she dismissed him to do his duties. He curtsied and went back into the kitchen. It took him five minutes to finish the wall. Then he set two places at the table. He was miffed that Sheila had introduced him as the maid and not said anything about being her husband. He continued getting things ready for the ladies.

Meanwhile Sheila was explaining that Bridgette was her husband and a general bit about why he was dressed as a maid. By the time Sheila had finished they were called for supper.

He served the meal. They had stuffed pork chops with a lettuce salad, baked potato with butter and sour cream and small corn on the cobs. For dessert he had made strawberry shortcake with whipped cream. Both women raved about the meal. He felt very happy and smiled broadly at the compliments.

His smile left when he heard Karen say, "I have been thinking my boyfriend doesn't pay enough attention to me when I want him to. Maybe getting him into a dress would change him. Your husband is so attentive to us it makes me jealous."

Sheila said, "Maybe you should bring him over and we can see if the three of us can convince him to change and I mean attitude and clothes."

The women laughed and He shuddered. He didn't like the thought of appearing in front of another man dressed in a dress of any sort. Sheila told him to make two crème de mints and bring them to the living room.

He got he two drinks and took them in to the ladies and served them after curtsying. He then curtsied again and went to eat his supper. He was surprised when Sheila came by him and told him Karen had gone. Sheila again complimented him on the meal saying everything was perfect. She sat down on a chair in the dining area and watched him as he finished his meal and put all the dishes in the dishwasher and started it.

She told him to come and sit down by her. As he was sitting down she saw him trying to scratch his ribs. She said, "You did a wonderful job tonight, I am very proud of you. You were very courteous to Karen and you did a fantastic job serving the meal and seeing that our glasses were kept full. You are a natural as a maid. Now, as I asked you this morning, will you continue to be my maid for as long as I wish?"

He wanted to get up and leave so he wouldn't have to answer her but decided this was as good a time as any to try to get her to change her mind. He finally said, "I don't want to make you angry but I do not think that is a very good idea. I've been wanting to talk to you for some time about this. I love you and want you to be happy but there are some things bothering me. I have to say some things I am sure you won't like. I don't really know how to put them so you are going to have to ask if you don't understand."

Sheila said, "I love you also. I know there has been some times you would rather this never happened. But it did and there is no changing that."

He continued, "I want to know when this is going to end. You never say when and I can't see an end to it. There are things I like about the feel of some of the clothes but there is also the inconvenience of some of them. You have never worn a corset in your life so you don't know how it feels. Today when mowing the lawn I sweated and the corset started itching something terrible. Now, I did everything you have asked of me but I can not agree to be your maid with no end in sight."

Sheila surprised him when she said, "I can see your point. What else is there about it?"

He said, "One big thing is you haven't referred to me as your husband during all of this. I am proud that you are my wife but I feel you are not proud of me as your husband!"

Sheila was shocked. She had never considered that. She never realized she wasn't looking at him as her husband. She felt a sense of guilt. It was quiet for close to five minutes.

Then she said, "I am so sorry about that. I got lost in the game. I never meant to harm you in any way, shape or form. I have made a big, big mistake in not letting you know that I am proud of you as my husband. I do not know of any other man who would do as you have done for me."

He said, "I want you to be happy but I also want things to return to normal around here. The last three days I have been so busy doing what you wanted that I have been neglecting my business. I haven't had time to do what I do as a job. You have made being the maid my main job and forgot about my business."

She told him she was sorry about that. She said that she wouldn't fill up his days so he would have time for his business. She saw him relax a little. She thought about how she could put things that he would agree to.

He broke the silence by asking, "You still haven't answered my question. Do you have any idea when all of this will be over?"

She replied, "How about in three days? Then you can return to being a man again. Until then you can be my maid."

He retorted, "Why the three days? Do you think you will be over being mad at me then or is it just a guess."

Sheila responded, "I'll answer your first question first. The three days are so I can still get you to do a couple of things. One big thing is in the evening day after tomorrow Karen is bringing her boyfriend over and we are going to try to make it so he is more attentive to her needs and help her get him into some feminine clothes. She is really a headstrong woman who knows what she wants and will do anything to get it. That is why she is such a good agent. She gets buyers to want a property. Do you have a problem perhaps showing him that it isn't so bad to wear a dress?"

He answered he guessed he could try. She continued, "As far as being over being mad at you about the dressing without my knowledge. I was over that the next day. I just got a power-urge every time you did something for me. I enjoyed your being a maid. I still enjoy it. It gives me shudders to think of you dong your maids' work. I can't help that. That is why I asked you to be my maid forever. I enjoy being in control. I guess that is why I am successful in business.

He said he understood. Sheila gave him a big kiss. Then laughingly asked, "Are you sure you don't want to continue to be my maid?"

He put her in shock when he said, "I could be one or days a week if you really need me to."

She gave him another kiss and said, "My husband, I love you. You never cease to amaze me."

He said, "I like to surprise you sometimes you know besides in a way this has brought us closer than we all ready were.

  

  

  

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