1. Chrissie, Chapter 2


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

    ... hated myself for kissing up to the sonofabitch, but I was desperate to stay in their good graces.

Karl rubbed his chin. “Nah, you were a good little sissy slave for us today. Thanks for the car. Is there gas in it?”

“Oh, yes, sir, I just filled it up the other day, sir.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m all set then.”

“Um, okay.” I stood there for another second. “Uh … see you later. T-thank you for letting me serve you.”

“You’re welcome, Chrissie.” Rebecca giggled. “Say hi to the bus driver.”

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As I waited for the bus it started pouring. There was no shelter so I stood on the corner and cried in the rain.

With every thunder boom, I hoped like a sap that Rebecca might realize how bad it was outside, feel sorry for me and come give me a ride. She knew where I was, since her husband had just ordered me to walk a whole fucking mile to the bus stop on Waldo Road, and there was no way they couldn’t hear the thunder and driving rain, so I kept thinking that perhaps … maybe … perchance …

A speeding truck rumbled through a puddle and the spray smacked me in the face — reality setting in. Who was I kidding? Rebecca wasn’t feeling sorry for me; every time it thundered, she probably giggled with her husband about the infatuated little toady who’d just handed over his car keys and cleaned their house and was now getting soaked.

“Say hi to the bus driver.”

Those were her last words to me as I’d left their house. ...
    ... It was a mean-spirited statement, and she said it for no other reason than to be cruel. I wiped mud from my face and gritted my teeth. Karl’s nastiness had rubbed off on my pristine angel.

It took about a half-hour for the bus to arrive. The driver shot me a strange glance but I shrugged it off. I had other problems. Slumped in a rear seat dripping water, I couldn’t get the vision out of my head of Rebecca and Karl snuggled up in their warm, comfy bed, laughing at me.

The storm hadn’t let up by the time the bus got to my stop, so I trudged a half-mile through the deluge, rain mixing with tears, until I finally made it home.

My mood tumbled even further when I walked into my condo and saw my reflection in the mirror — my maid’s dress showed beneath the thin material of my soaked tracksuit. Blood drained from my face when it dawned on me why the bus driver had given me a funny look.

And then, out of the blue, a miracle occurred and all my troubles melted away: When I switched on my laptop, I saw that Rebecca had friended me.

Her acceptance of my friend request meant I now had access to all her Facebook photos, not just the single profile pic I’d been pining over. My old phone had crapped out a few years earlier, and I’d lost all my pictures of Rebecca from when we’d dated. Since her Facebook security settings blocked non-friends from her account, I had been relying on the one profile photo, which unfortunately included Karl — and because their faces were smushed ...
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