From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Man Maid
Date: 7 Oct 1996 00:32:06 GMT

			     Man Maid!!!

	It was my vacation week and I was looking forward to a week of
rest and relaxation. My wife had to work so I had the house to myself.
The first morning of the week I kissed my wife goodbye, and as soon as
she left for work, I got up and started to get "Dressed". I went to
the attic and brought down my favorite underthings dress and shoes. I
am a bit larger than my wife, otherwise I would wear her things.

	I took a quick shower and shaved my face as close as I could.
After drying off I slipped into a sheer nightgown and went to the
bedroom to get dressed. I slipped off the nightie and put on a black
lace merry-widow with matching black lace bikini panties. I had taken
in the merry-widow and it pulled my waist in a good foufour or six
inches, giving me quite a bit of a figure. My maleness was already
starting to rise, so I paused a bit and tucked it under and pulled the
tight panties up. I then slid on a pair of black stockings and
attached them to the garters.

	Next I slipped a pair of breasts into the cups and took a good
look in the mirror. I saw a very sexy lady looking back at me. (so
much for fantasy!).

	I sat down at my wife's vanity and started to put on my
makeup. I was in the middle of the lipstick when I heard the door
open. I panicked. "Honey I forgot my purse," I heard my wife say as
she headed to the bedroom. My wife does not know of my dressing. I
have tried to tell her before, but I couldn't. I tried to hide but It
was useless. She opened the door and saw me trying to cover myself up.

	"What on earth are you wearing?" she stammered I fumbled out a
flimsy excuse that made no sense at all, when she said, "I always
thought you were hiding something, but I never thought it was this."

	"Are you mad?" I asked her. "Let me put it this way," she
said, "I don't know why you are wearing my clothes, but you had better
have a better excuse than you were lonely! We will talk more when I
get home, and I want my husband, not this," she said sternly as she
stormed out of the house.

	All my plans and dreams seemed to be crushed all that day. I
finished dressing, putting on a leather mini skirt and silk blouse,
but my mind was on what my wife said. That afternoon I changed back
into my male clothes and prepared myself to face the music.

	My wife came home and after a good hour of cold war stares she
asked me how long I had been wearing her clothes. "Well," I started,
"I have been wearing girl's clothes off and on since I was twelve
years old. "I am not gay I just love the way I look in the clothes."
My wife asked me why I didn't tell her. I told her, "I have tried to many
times. Don't you remember Halloween last year when I suggested you
dress as a pimp and I would be your `girl'?"

	"Yes," she said, "come to think of it you did get into the
role more than I expected you to."

	"And another thing," she said, "where did you get those
clothes, they weren't mine!?"

	"Actually they are mine," I said, "I have a collection of many
different types of dresses and such."

	"You mean the things you had on this morning are yours?" she
asked.

	"Yes they are," I said. "I have some information you can
read," I said, "if you want more information about cross dressing,"

	"Get it for me," she said, "and after I read it we will talk
again."

	I got the information about dressing from my study. It
included articles about cross dressers, as well as some magazines on
the subject. The next few days My wife said very little about the
subject, and I was not going to upset her by bringing it up.

	Then on Friday she called me and said she would be late coming
home because she had to do some shopping. Later that night I was
watching the tube and my wife came in and made a bee line to the
bedroom. "Don't come in here," she said I want to show you something
in a minute." I sat in the living room trying to figure out what she
had.

	She came into the living room a few minutes later wearing a
tight lycra dress and five inch heels.

	"You look great," I said.

	"Not as good as you are going to look," she said as she
grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. My maleness was hard as a
rock as I watched her buns swish in the tight dress. Her garters were
very visible under the material and that only made it better.

	When we got in the bedroom she told me to close my eyes. I
closed them and she ordered me to strip. I asked her what the surprise
was and she told me not to worry and do as I was told.

	After I was naked, I felt her putting some lotion on my legs.
This will help your legs to look better she said. I knew what was
going on, but I was too stunned to ask her why the change of heart!

	After a few minutes she took me by the hand and led me to the
shower. "Hop in and wash off," she said, "and meet me back in the
bedroom." I got into the shower and I saw the hair falling off my legs.

	After I finished the shower, I dried off and went back into the
bedroom. My wife had some lingerie laid out on the bed.

	"Put this on," she said as she handed me a silver lame merry-
widow. I put the merry-widow on and she told me to turn around. I
turned around and she hooked it up the back. "Not a bad fit for a
first try," she said as she hooked the last one. "Now for the
panties," she said, "but first we have to do something about that
protrusion."

	My cock got even harder when she said that.

	"I want you to take care of it the way you would if I wasn't
here!" she said. "And if you refuse I will tell all your friends about
your `hobby'."

	R,eluctantly I took my cock in my hand and started to
masturbate. I was about half way to climaxing when she stopped me and
said, "You need something on your legs for this," and gave me a pair
of lace stockings and six inch black pumps. "Put these on baby," she
said with a sly look.

	I sat on the bed and slid the nylons up my legs. They felt so
smooth in contrast to my hairy legs. I attached the garters and
slipped into the shoes. "Where did you get this stuff?" I asked her.
"Be quiet and do as you're told," she reminded me.

	"Now stand up and finish the job at hand so to speak," she
said. I took my raging member in my hand and in a minute of quick
moves I shot half way across the room. "Perfect," my wife said, "and
just think it's all on film!"

	"FILM," I shouted, "you filmed this."

	"Yes baby, how else do you expect me to keep tabs on you. But
don't worry, as long as you do as I ask, no one will ever see this
tape."

	After a bit more protest, she had me put on the lame panties
and a tight blue spandex minidress that barely covered the tops of my
stocking when I stood up.

	"Sit down and let me make you up," she said.

	While she was applying my foundation, she started to tell me
what was going on. "I read the information you gave me and I realized
you really enjoy wearing women's clothing. Judging by what I saw you
wearing Monday and the articles I read I figured this was the look you
loved the best." She finished the foundation and started on my eyes.
"I went to one of the stores in the magazine you gave me to read,
That's where I found this outfit you're wearing as well as my outfit.
I decided that I would rather have you dress like this here instead of
worrying that you would dress like this when you were away."

	She finished my eyes with a bright shade of blue eye shadow
and black mascara, then started on my lips with a shade of deep red
lipstick. "The way I figure it," she continued, "is, if I have a
husband who dresses up like a woman, I might as well let him. In fact
you look so good I might just keep you this way all the time."

	When she was finished with the make up, she brought out a
blond shoulder length wig. "Let's put this on and see how you look
Andy, I mean Annie." She put the wig on me and adjusted it and then
helped me up and brought me to the mirror for a look.

	I couldn't believe what I saw. If I was a woman, I would be
chasing myself. I turned from side to side and I looked great.

	"Annie," my wife said, "we forgot your breasts."

	I looked and realized that the only "chest' was from the
merry-widow.

	"Let's use yours," she said.

	I went to the attic to get my falsies. When I returned, my
wife pulled my dress over my head and slipped the breasts into the
cups.

	After I pulled the dress down. I took another look in the
mirror.

	"There, that's much better," she said.

	After admiring myself in the mirror I realised the VCR was
still recording this and I was going to ask my wife to turn it off.
Then I thought about it and said to myself, "What the heck, I will
make interesting viewing later."

	My thoughts were broken by my wife's order to make dinner.

	"What would you like, love?" I asked.

	"I don't know just surprise me."

	I went to the kitchen and started making a nice steak dinner.
I was enjoying the newfound acceptance by my wife.

	"Dinner's ready Honey," I called from the kitchen.

	"I'll be right there," she said.

	She came out in one of my suits. I noticed a bulge in her
pants that took me by surprise. She came over to me, gave me a hug,
grabbed my buns and said, "You look great honey."

	"What's for dinner?"

	"Steak and rice," I said.

	She squeezed my ass again and said, "Great. I'm starved. Let's
eat."

	We sat down and ate.

	"You know Annie," she said, "you have been working much too
hard around here. I think it is time to get a maid."

	"A maid?" I asked.

	"Yes, and I have just the outfit for her," she said with a sly
look as she finished dinner.

	After dinner I was washing the dishes when my wife came in the
kitchen and started to feel my leg up to my crotch.

	"Let's go to bed Annie," she said, "the dishes can wait for
the maid."

	I didn't have to be asked twice - we retreated to the bedroom
and I started to take off my dress when my wife stopped me.

	"Leave it on Annie," she said, "it looks good."

	I pulled the dress back down and lay on the bed. My wife came
over and started to caress me like I do her. It felt so good I almost
felt like a real woman. She started to kiss me passionately, and
started to remove her clothes. I had almost forgotten that I was
dressed as a girl and she as a man. When she took off her pants, I
found out where the bulge came from. She had a strap on dildo under
her BVDs.

	I started to get nervous when she came over to me and started
to caress my cock. I reached down and returned the favor. She slowly
started kissing me from the neck down to my heels.

	When she got to my heels, she repositioned herself and started
to nibble on my cock through the fabric of my panties. She shoved her
hips towards my face and her `cock' was staring me in the face. I
didn't know what to do.

	"Go ahead Annie, suck me," she moaned.

	I took her in my mouth and went to town. After a while she
stopped and told me to turn over. I did and she slid her `cock' where
no one has been before! I cried out in pain, "That hurts."

	"Now you know how It feels to be a woman. Don't worry, Annie,
in a few days you will be used to it."

	After what seemed to be an eternity, I was able to drift off
to sleep.

	When I woke up I was still in my dress. My wife was up and
said from the kitchen, "Good morning Annie. Your clothes are in the
closet."

	I went to the closet and the only thing there was a short
short Maid's uniform, and some lingerie. The uniform was the same one
I put on lay-away at the TV shop in town. It even had the slip I
filled out.

	I took off my clothes from the night before and started to put
on the clothes in the closet. There was my black merry-widow, and
panties. I put them on and found a pair of fishnet stockings to wear
in the pile. I put on the maids uniform and noticed it barely covered
my cheeks In the box were two short petticoats and some matching
ruffled panties.

	When I finished I went to the kitchen and my wife said, "It's
about time Annie, I've been waiting for breakfast for ten minutes
now."

	I made her eggs and coffee. While I was cooking I felt the
back of the uniform ride over me rear end and her hand patted my bum.

	"I think I am going to enjoy this," she said." Tonight I am
going to have company Annie, and I want you to serve us."

	"What?" I said as I turned around. "You don't expect me to
dress this way in front of other people"

	"Not just other people Annie, Just my friend Jack."

	Before I had a chance to say anything, she got up and started
to leave. "Oh and remember the video darling, I never shut it off
yesterday, and I made a copy last night. So if you want everyone to
see you having fun just dress in men's clothes tonight." I didn't know
what to do. On one hand, dressing up is great, but, on the other hand,
I was scared about tonight.

	"Remember Annie, dinner at 6:30... "