Becoming-femme
Justin needed to hurry if he was going to get there on time. He hated to miss even on second. He lived for Tuesday’s at Gwen’s. You see, every Tuesday Gwen permitted Justin to serve her in a very special way. He dropped everything and ran out of his office building, grabbed a taxi to Gwen’s apartment. He only had two hours to arrive, change into his uniform find the list of his chores and get them all done and scamper away unseen. Two hours. Gosh, he could have spent all day, lovingly cleaning and polishing and straightening her apartment. But he was grateful for every second, and he needed to hurry. Each time Justin arrived at her building he felt the transformation. His heart fluttered, his knees weakened. He voice seemed higher, softer, almost like whispering. He felt lighter, softer, cuter, and he was so grateful. The doorman noticed him each and every time. Like clockwork, every Tuesday. Justin would never look directly at this guy who would smirk as he opened the door. He wanted just get away from his stares and smirks – Justin always crawled to the elevator, clutching her key in his trembling fingers. As he entered the apartment, he felt the remaining maleness melt away. Justin’s hips swaying the moment the door closed behind him. The businessman vanished like a ghost and Sissy emerged from her hiding place. The apartment so quiet, so special – Gwen lived there. She slept there, ate there, made love there. Sissy searched for silly outfit Gwen kept for him in a pink shopping bag in the front closet. Hands trembling, he pulled off Justin’s inane clothes and dressed in the special uniform Gwen called her “fairy duster” clothes. She always laughed when she said that. Gwen has assembled the perfect outfit for Sissy — the stretched out panties she has almost thrown away years ago, pink tights with feet, a sheer top that one of her boyfriends had given her when she was ten pound heavier, the dangling earrings and the hairnet. Sissy felt so sensual. So ready to clean. In seconds he surrendered to the feelings, the cravings. All Sissy needed was her lipstick and she was ready to find the special list and lovingly complete her chores.
- First strip the bed. Gwen expected Sissy clean for real, but she knew that Sissy would hunt for the special moist spots on the sheets and clean them extra special with her mouth.
- Then make the bed and mop the floors and dust everywhere in her bedroom. Don’t goof off Gwen would say. She expected perfection.
- Then the bathroom, lovingly cleaning the floor and scrubbing the surfaces. Oh Sissy wanted so much to kiss everything there, but Gwen said that that would come later, when Sissy earned it.
Each chore was like a special gift. Sissy could feel herself getting smaller and smaller. Mincing from room to room. Bending and kneeling to get the dust balls and grime.
- The kitchen was always a mess. Dishes, spills, crusty food in the sink. Sissy could tell from the beer bottles that the boyfriend had been over, but Sissy knew that from the sheets!
- Take the clothes from Gwen’s hamper — all of the musty, and slightly damp shirts, panties, bras, and hose. The smell was heavenly. Sissy’s body was so ripe from the fragrance.
- Sissy was so busy and so thrilled. Sissy wanted so much to take the clothes down to the washer/dryer in the basement of the apartment but how could she explain not wearing any shoes – and that sheer top! Gwen laughed when she suggested that the doorman would be glad to help Sissy with the clothesbasket. Gwen knew that idea shamed Sissy. Just he though of having doorman see her when she was working. Justin would make a point of thinking each time he entered Gwen’s building, that the doorman seemed kind of stupid and worthless. But Sissy felt different. She found herself thinking about him, almost wanting him to see her, to know her. She felt naughty thinking of him that way. She had no business thinking romantic thoughts like that unless they were about Gwen!
But today Sissy would clean Gwen’s clothes by hand, gently, scrubbing them in the bathroom sink. Humming something she heard on the radio and gently moving her hips. Cleaning the most beautiful lingerie. How small Sissy felt. How precious. She wanted to suck someone so so much! And how quickly the two hours flew by. Cleaning the pretty things and then drying with the hair dryer. Sweeping the floors. Dusting the blinds. Watering each plant. Feeling her body rubbing against the panties and top all the while. Light headed. Silly with devotion. Then at five minutes to six, Sissy gently removed her special uniform and put it back in the bag. And almost disgusted, she put Justin’s clothes back on and looked around for any tell-tale signs of indiscretion and then locked the front door. Gwen always wanted Sissy to wait in the lobby until Gwen and her boyfriend would arrive and duck into the elevator. Sissy could never say a word, but she knew that Gwen saw her out of the corner of her eye, smiling. These Tuesday cleanings pleased Gwen and her boyfriend was always surprised to see how clean everything always seemed to be on Tuesday evening. And then Sissy would walk by the young doorman and he would always open the door for her. Their eyes would never meet. Justin sensed that the doorman was about to talk to him today and, as Justin rushed out, he caught a glimpse of the doorman grinning for some stupid reason But this Tuesday was different than the others. As Justin walked toward the corner to find a taxi, he heard a gentle ringing. It was then that he realized that he had not removed the dangling earnings, he was still wearing them. As well as the lipstick. Her head was spinning. She needed to run, to hide but she felt that special weak feeling and found herself mincing back to Gwen’s building. She has to explain to the doorman that she was not crazy, not some freak. It was just Tuesday, and she could not help it. She saw him open the door as she turned the corner.
