1. Chrissie, Chapter 2


    Date: 7/19/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone 

    Rebecca’s text triggered the panic button, and in my haste to get ready I stubbed my toe on the bathtub. Ignoring the pain, I focused on my mission:“house needs clean.”

Because it was a Saturday and I wasn’t worried about concealing a lumpy garment beneath work clothes, I wore my new French maid’s outfit. I’d purchased the dress online a few days earlier while in the throes of Rebecca Strickland-Martin Withdrawal Syndrome, but was having second thoughts about wearing it, fearful my masters might think it was over the top. I took a chance and donned the uniform, covering it with a lightweight, loose-fitting tracksuit for the drive over.

Rebecca answered my knock dressed in sweats, wearing no makeup, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She obviously hadn’t done a thing to gussy up, yet she was lovelier than ever.

“We’re gonna do a schedule,” she said as she led me into the house. The “Juicy” logo on her swaying ass made me oozy but I tried to concentrate on what my beloved was telling me.

“Karl says he don’t want you coming over all the time, but after a few days the house gets real messy — obviously.” Rebecca gestured toward the living room, where the carpet was littered with crumbs, while dirty dishes and open containers were stacked on the coffee table. “So, we’re thinking you can swing by after work Mondays and Wednesdays to pick up a little and do the dishes, and then do a real deep cleaning, and laundry and all the other stuff on either Saturday or ...
    ... Sunday, depending on what we got going.”

I swallowed my excitement at the news that I’d be seeing my darling Rebecca — or at least cleaning her house — three times a week minimum. “Yes, Mrs. Martin,” I replied in my most professional voice. “Thank you, Mrs. Martin.”

“Yeah, that’ll probably work best, at least for now,” she mused. “I’m trying to get Karl to trust you so you can clean when we’re not here or after we go to bed. But he’s still leery.”

“Uh … no, I … I wouldn’t … um, Mrs. Martin, I would never …”

Rebecca waved her hand. “Oh, I know you’d never steal, Chrissie. I think Karl’s more worried about you going through our dirty underwear.”

My ears burned but Rebecca just giggled.

“Anyway, go ahead and get started. The backyard’s a real mess from the BBQ last night, so you’ll want to get that for sure, although don’t be wearing your sissy clothes outside. Oh, and the kitchen needs a lot done — especially that fridge; Stupid-Ass got drunk and spilled OJ everywhere. So, make sure you clean that out real good.”

“Yes, Mrs. Martin.”

I drew a breath and peeled off my tracksuit, revealing my maid’s uniform, watching for Rebecca’s reaction. There was none. After all my apprehension, she didn’t comment on the outfit, instead ordering me to fix her a Diet Coke and bring it to the bedroom before I started cleaning.

When I knocked on the boudoir door, Karl looked up from his spot on the bed next to Rebecca, where they relaxed watching Netflix.

“Hey, sissy, ...
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