You lost track of time as you went about cleaning the house in your “secret clothes.” Your unsuspecting Wife walks in & catches you as you’re dusting. You can’t look Her in the eye because you’re embarrassed. She angrily calls you a crossdressing closet faggot, storms into the kitchen. Frozen you can’t move as you try to think of something to say about the way you are dressed.
She yells, “GET IN HERE NOW!” Still holding the duster you quickly head toward the kitchen. The only sound is your high heels clicking on the tile floor. You answer Her LOUD command with, “Yes Maam?” She liked that response. Did you clean the entire kitchen while I was out in that uniform? Still unable to look at Her, Yes Maam I did. She walks around checking on your work.
I must say you have done a very good job. Your clitty in your satin panties reacts to Her sudden change of heart. She walks around you to get a closer inspection. She lifts the rear of your skirt. To discover you are wearing panties, a garter belt & stockings. She smooths out your skirt. Slides Her hand up your back to check on a brassiere. She warns you, That better NOT be 1 of my bras. You meekly answer, No Maam. She likes hearing Maam from you. She heads back to the living room where She found you dusting. Orders you to follow Her. She inspects the room asking why you have you NOT finished your dusting? You immediately start dusting where you left off. She can tell you a familiar & comfortable with wearing & moving about in a maids outfit.
She warns you to finish dusting the entire room while She goes & changes. As you are dusting. You can hear Her muffled voice talking on Her cell. You can’t make out to whom She is talking to or what She is saying. 20 minutes pass She enters the room wearing blue jeans & a t-shirt. She wipes Her finger along the top of a table. Pleased there is no dust on Her fingers.
She tells you things are changing around here starting right now. From now on She will be the only person wearing the pants in this house. The doorbell chimes you freeze a 2nd time. The doorbell chimes again. She puts Her fists on Her hips, WELL? Are you going to answer the door?
You nervously move toward the door. The chimes sounds a 3rd time. You look thru a small window in the door. The Wife’s Sister sees a glimpse of you & starts laughing…….
