Her Maid for the Weekend

by Pen2

 

I sat there in the coffee shop, sipping a drink whose name I couldn't pronounce. I had just agreed to follow a girl, whom I didn't know, to her house to try on her clothes. All of this just to avoid some public embarrassment! She could be some kind of serial killer, I thought to myself. She could lure people like myself to her home and gut them like fish just for the sick pleasure of it. This really worried me and I took a deep swig of my drink to calm myself. Maybe she's not a killer though, maybe this is just some sort of practical joke, maybe I'm being set up for worse humiliation. That would be terrible; I thought and took another drink. People teased me enough for my size, if anyone knew I wore women's clothes, I'd never hear the end of it! Either joker or killer, I thought, I still can't go with this girl; I don't know her at all.

Perhaps I should just leave, I thought, she'd probably never find me again. It was rural New England after all, not exactly a wealth of connections and information. No! I wasn't going to run away. My pride as a man wouldn't let me; I wasn't going to run away because I couldn't refuse what some girl was telling me to do! I finished my drink in one gulp to steel myself. Crushing the styrofoam cup in what I assumed was a manly fashion I stormed from the coffee shop to face my fears. I swung open the door to the Goodwill store only to run right into the register girl and land straight on my derriere in the middle of the street.

"Eager to get started eh?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. My coffee fueled resolve faded right then and there.

"Well you see… um… well I was thinking that…"

"You were thinking that you should drive with me to my house I know." She said, dismissing me entirely. Even though that wasn't what I meant in the slightest I found myself nodding my head slowly. "Ok then!" she exclaimed brightly. "Let's be off!" With that she unlocked the doors of her black sedan, which happened to be parked right in front of the store actually. I feebly got into the passenger seat of her car and within seconds we were off.

"My name is Samantha Trowbridge, in case you were wondering," she said after what seemed to be a very long silence. "What's yours?"

"Nick, my name is Nick Loring," I managed. More silence followed until we arrived at her home. It was an old, colonial house, complete with shuttered windows and white walls. She got out the car and opened my door for me. I stepped out of the car, my Goodwill bag held tightly in both hands.

"Oh! In case you were wondering Nick, my parents are out of town actually. They're big theatre enthusiasts and they're following a touring Phantom of the Opera group, so you won't have to worry about my parents seeing you in my pretty panties." Samantha said smiling mischievously. I was somewhat relieved but only somewhat.

"Let's um… get this over with!" I managed, my heart starting to race as she led me inside. Costumes, racks and racks of costumes were all over the main hallway. Here and there among the clutter wigs were scattered along with the occasional prop.

"Pardon the mess; remember how I told you before that my parents were theatre enthusiasts. As you can see they… collect things from shows they've enjoyed." Samantha said as she carefully stepped through the sea of wigs, fancy dresses and even make-up kits. I followed her example.

"They must… enjoy a lot of shows."

"Yeah, they do" Samantha replied, barely suppressing a laugh. I almost tripped; it had been a while since a girl laughed at something I said. I couldn't help but smile despite my unusual situation. We finally reached the staircase where she took me by the hand and easily led me to her room. Her room wasn't anything special, pastel yellow walls decorated by two windows and the occasional poster for some band I didn't recognize. Occupying the center of the room was a queen-sized bed, and there was a large walk in closet to the side. I put down the bag, off to one corner, and waited awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Well then?" She asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you going to strip or not?" she asked insistently, "because I'm not letting you wear my panties over your regular clothes if that's what you think."

"What? Right here?" I managed "In front of you?"

"Of course right here! I'm letting you wear my panties; the least you can do is let me see you naked." Samantha replied incredulously, as if I had forced her into this.

"Well… ok…" I grumbled somewhat miffed as I took off my shirt and undid my belt. I felt like a deer in headlights as Samantha watched me undress. With my hands shaking somewhat I removed my jeans. Samantha stopped me.

"Look at your legs!" Taken aback, I did so.

"I know I don't work out much but…"

"No I mean look at the hair on your legs! Why don't you shave them?"

"What? Why?" I blurted out.

"I'm not letting you wear my panties unless your going to get rid of that leg hair, it's disgusting. Don't worry though; I have just the thing for it!" Samantha grabbed me by the hand again and pulled me into her bathroom. She rummaged around in her medicine cabinet until she found a bottle of Nair. "This'll do it," she said with a smile and began applying the foul smelling product to my legs, arms, chest and face.

"I thought we were just going to shave my legs…" I pleaded.

"Don't be silly, this'll be faster. Anyway, if you shave you're legs and still have other body hair you'd just look silly." I found myself agreeing somewhat, hoping that I could just get out of here soon. "Now wait ten minutes and take a shower," Samantha said, before leaving.

"Where are you going?" I asked, still hoping vainly for this to end quickly.

"I'm going to go pick out what you're going to wear Nick," Samantha replied casually, "I'll tell you when to take a shower, but do so as soon as you can, that stuff can leave chemical burns and we don't want you red like a lobster," with that she closed the door and left me to myself.

"Ok…" I sighed and sat on the toilet, waiting and thinking. I was hoping this'd be quick. Get in, try on some outfits, change back, leave and go home to watch TV or something. Now I was sitting in my boxers, covered in Nair so I can try on the panties she wants me to wear. I sighed again and waited.

  

  

  

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