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Mrs. Baxter's New Lodger By Trish Shaw The shimmering garments in the lingerie store window captivated Andy the first time he walked past the place. Everyday he walked the long way to and from the train station just to pass the shop and get a brief glance at the window display. It was the sign in the window advertising the attic flat for rent that gave him the opportunity to finally enter and meet the owner as he walked past after work on the Thursday evening. Muriel Baxter did not like most men very much and was not disposed to like the upstart man who had the nerve to invade her shop. From the expression on his face she assumed that he would be purchasing something for his girl friend as he looked about her domain blushing wildly. His embarrassed stuttering was rather gratifying she noted absently, as he stumbled his way though his enquiry about the flat. "The flat?" Muriel mockingly half laughed. "Why should I offer it to you rather than the pleasant young girl who enquired about it earlier?" Since Muriel had only put the sign up minutes earlier there was no girl, but he did not know that. "Well..." Andy said feeling his heart sink. "I'm clean, tidy and not noisy. I work at the Insurance computer centre in Redhill so I'm well paid." If it was the choice between a girl and him, he felt sure this woman would pick the girl. He looked at her with pleading eyes, which to Muriel's surprise began to thaw her cold heart. He had she noticed extraordinarily long eyelashes framing eyes that were brimming with desperation. "You're not going to give it me are you?" Andy said glumly. "I'd best be off," and began to turn away. "I didn't say that!" Muriel snapped. "Stand still!" She was delighted to see that he flinched from her tone and froze, perhaps there was a chance he could be the sort of male she liked after all? She idly considered as she ran her eyes over his body and face liking the potential she saw there. Andy felt her chilling gaze on his body and shivered. The woman had a look of eagles about her and from the few words she had said to him he recognised she was used to getting her own way! Fearfully he wondered just what she was thinking as he saw a fait hint of a smile on her thin lips. "What's your name and where are you living now? Any references?" Muriel said walking past his still frozen form and flipping over the closed sign on the shop door. Dropping the latch and pocketing the key Muriel smirked at her reflection she was going to enjoy this. "Erm I'm Andy Wilson and I'm living in a bed-sit by the bus station Ashton. I guess the landlord will give me a reference, as I've been there since before I left University and always paid cash up front and caused him no earache about the place." "Sit!" Muriel snapped pointing at the couple of chairs next to the changing room. Fearfully Andy crept to the indicated chair, feeling really intimidated by this woman who could have given lessons to the Gestapo on how to scare the shit out of someone! In one-way she looked like the stereotypical sexy 'older woman' as she was in her late thirties or early forties and obviously spent a lot of time and attention on her appearance. There was none of the mutton dressed as lamb feeling about her though, she was wearing things that suited her and behind all that decoration was a will of iron. "Why do you want to move out, and live above a lingerie shop?" Muriel said keeping her voice dead steady. Andy half smiled and said. "Ever lived with students?" Muriel nodded. "I am Mrs. Baxter the owner and you still have not told me why you want to live above my lingerie shop?" Andy blushed red with embarrassment and stuttered an intelligible reply, which amused Muriel no end. Deciding she had heard enough for now she barked. "I'm not predisposed to like you young man but you can help me close up the shop and we'll see how we get on." Her head indicated to the door behind the counter. "You'll find an overall, Hoover, polish and dusters in there. Dust all the display racks and shelving then vac the floor!" She smiled thinly at Andy's shocked expression and said sharply. "Well get on with it I don't have all night!" Feeling like he was going to shake apart Andy felt embarrassed as he croaked. "Yes. Mrs. Baxter," and did as she asked. Looking at the plethora of cleaning products Andy managed to recognise the furniture polish and after a moment's indecision it occurred to him that he would get a chance to handle some of the enticing things he had seen over the months in the shop window. "Andrew!" Mrs. Baxter snapped yanking him from his wool gathering. "Put the overall on this minute! I'm not having you say that you ruined your work suit cleaning my shop!" Swallowing Andy looked at the white frilly edged tabard and lifted it from the hook behind the door his embarrassment turning to pure humiliation when he realised he would be seen by anyone passing. His humiliation was made all the worse when he felt his cock swelling under his suit trousers. "Never worn a tabard before?" Muriel dryly cracked as she enjoyed making this man put on the clearly feminine garment. "Just slip it over your head and tie the strings tight at the base of your back in a big bow." Muriel smirked the whole time and insisted on retying the bow at the back so that the shaped strings produced as intended that perfect bouncy bow. Trying to look on the bright side Andy told him self seeing the black humour of the situation he had somehow found himself in. "At least she wont see my trousers tenting!" "Very nice!" Muriel said with the first smile she had let him see and after giving him a little pat on the bum said. "You! On with your cleaning now dear." To provide him with a little encouragement Muriel walked to the shop window and removed the flat to let sign. Tossing it on the counter she made herself a coffee with out offering Andy one and cradling the mug in her hands carefully watched his performance, enjoying every moment. She could almost taste the humiliation she was heaping on him, and she savoured it like fine wine. Best of all was the occasional applauding look from women walking past and seeing a man wearing a frilly tabard doing the cleaning. Even better was Andy's body language when he saw the mocking and disgusted looks from any male who saw him! Andy wanted to run screaming from the shop, the awful frilly overall made him feel like the lowest of the low and the scorn he saw in the passing faces made him feel sick. Yet he still felt compelled to do as she had ordered, and unlike his half hearted cleaning of his bed-sit Andy took great amount of care over the task she had set him. "Don't forget the mirrors?" Muriel said firmly torn between wanting to see how he reacted to having to handle the stock and wanting to get the till cashed up and out of the way. In the end the spectacle of his embarrassed and entranced fumbling won out and once she was finally satisfied, she set him restocking the hosiery shelves while she finally got cashed up. Overwhelmed by the shameful nature of everything she had got him to do, stocking the shelves seemed like bliss. He was out of sight of the window and Mrs. Baxter's scary eyes! "The rent is ?400 a month cash up front on the first Monday of the month." Mrs. Baxter curtly informed him as she locked the till draw and takings in a safe. "If you want the flat after I've shown you it then you can move in once the cheque has cleared." Andy nodded and said shakily. "I can pay you cash lunchtime tomorrow, if that would be easier?" He could not believe he was still seriously considering taking the flat after all the humiliation she had put him though. Praying she would take her eyes off him long enough for him to rearrange himself otherwise when he removed the tabard which he now regarded as protection, he would have a large damp patch in his trousers! "Through the door and up the stairs!" Mrs. Baxter snorted and again tapped his bum in the right direction. "Incidentally the flat directly above mine so no wild nights with your girlfriend." "I don't have a girlfriend just now..." Andy let slip before he could halt his tongue and felt a shiver over apprehension when Mrs. Baxter regarded him with a wolfish smile. "Why ever not? You're not gay are you?" Muriel by and large liked gay men. They liked plain slinky underwear and made up a small but improving part of her clientele. Her favourite sort of male customer however was a transvestite, and not just because they made up a more than significant part of her shops turnover. Muriel whole- heartedly approved of men who realised that women had the better deal and sought to emulate them. "Oh no!" Andy gasped, "I've just no found the right girl yet." In truth he had only one real girlfriend in his past and she had soon bored with him and dumped him for a rugby player two years ago. "Hum!" Muriel snorted. Liking how the tabard strings bobbed about at the back of his legs as he preceded her up the stairs. "That's my flat door there, so if it's late be bloody quiet coming in!" The flat was set in the attic space and top floor. It consisted of a large attic bedroom above kitchen dining room, a shower bathroom and a small hallway. Through out it was decorated in a very feminine way, pastel colours, flouncy curtains and girl's bedroom suite. "If you want it? It's yours." Muriel said bluntly looking about the room's thinking to her self that she did a good job in here. It was not until after she finally let Andy escape that she realised he had not made any comment or request to change the decoration. "I wonder why?" She mused, pouring a glass of whisky. "I can't have just done that!" Andy told himself over and over as he sat on the bus home. After all the embarrassment of having to clean her shop Andy could not understand why he had put himself in her clutches but he had. The proximity of the flat to the train station certainly had something to do with it, as the two bus journeys every morning and evening extended his working day by a good two hours. Next morning he told his boss he was taking back five hours of his banked flexi time, and was back on the train into town by half twelve. Muriel pondered the vexed question of her new and surprisingly male tenant through out the evening. It had never occurred to her that she would let the flat to a man when she had converted and decorated the upper half of the building after the accountant that had been up there moved to bigger premises. She almost expected him not to return and Muriel was slightly surprised when he walked anxiously in to the shop. As she was dealing with a customer she called in a pleasant but firm tone. "Take a seat Andy, I'll be through here in a minute." She was serving one of her regular transvestite customers and he recognised her tone, she had used it on him the first time he had entered the shop. Assuming that Andy was still at the scared stage as he left he grinned at Andy and said with a giggle. "Relax. Mrs. B is great to us honey," and walked confidently out. Andy's abashed face thrilled Muriel. The look of shock, the horrified body language and open-mouthed expression was simply wonderful. Striding over to the door she slipped the lock closed and hung a gone to lunch sign in the window. "That was Judy. One of my better customers." Propping herself against the counter she regarded the still dazed figure of Andy sat by the changing room. "I believe you have some money for me?" "Erm, yes." Andy said still taken aback by 'Judy's' assumption that he was cross-dresser. "Well?" Feeling stupid and uncoordinated Andy pulled a bundle of notes from his pocket and handed it over. "There's a month in advance there as well, Mrs. Baxter." "Thank you." Muriel accepted the notes and said with a smile. "And in return I'll do you a cost plus vat rate on anything you fancy in the shop." Andy blushed and said. "Thank you, I'll remember that." Muriel smiled and said. "Oh I've no worries about that, let me get you the keys and show you the back way in." Half an hour later Andy walked out of the shop and jumped in to a taxi, which after two runs moved his few possessions into the flat. Beyond the very fancy computer and the boxes of technical manuals and textbooks he had very little, just a couple of bags of clothes, another couple of boxes of knickknacks, his CD's and some crockery. Moving in did not take long after he had assembled his computer and connected it to the phone line. His books overflowed the shelves, yet all his clothes hardly filled one of the wardrobes. Seeing the empty space in the corner of the living area Andy accepted that watching telly on his computer was not going to be the solution, as the computer was not conveniently visible from settee. Putting his kettle and what not in the little kitchen area Andy cursed his stupidity. No milk or tea bags come to that. He saw opening the tin. Walking back down the stairs just as Mrs. Baxter was struggling to carry a large box into the storeroom and helpfully grabbed the other side. "In there!" Muriel said, pleased that he had with out asking helped her nodding as he set the box down in her storeroom. "Thanks Andrew." "You're welcome." He replied shyly recalling how her bossy and demanding nature had been such a turn on the night before. There had been a strange attracted light in his eyes as he had broken eye contact with her. "Well now what was that?" Muriel wondered as she watched him walk away from the shop. Keeping her eye and ear out for his return, Muriel saw Andy walk past the front window and head towards the door. Speculating what he would do, she waited until he had closed the back door before she called sharply. "Andrew?" "Yes Mrs. Baxter?" He said sounding a little shocked at her sharp tone. She heard him set his shopping down at the foot of the stairs and waited until he had approached her position in the doorway behind the counter before she acknowledged him and when she did her tone tolerated no nonsense. "You did such a good job in here last night I decided that instead of hiring a new cleaner that you would do. I'll expect you down here to Hoover and dust the shop at 5.15, and then once all your chores are done we can think about what you like to purchase first?" Andy wanted to say no, but his cock was throbbing and under her compelling green eyes he could not refuse her. Feeling a wave of shame Andy nodded submissively and squeaked. "Yes Mrs. Baxter." "I beg your pardon?" His voice was trembling as Andy said more clearly "Yes Mrs. Baxter." "Right then I'll see you in exactly ninety minutes," Muriel smiled adding with a smirk. "And I do hope you're more appropriately dressed tonight, as suit is not really the dress of a shop cleaner!" "No Mrs. Baxter." Andy whispered feeling like he was being carpeted by is boss at work. His mouth was dry and his tone croaky when he finally stuttered. "What should I wear Mrs. Baxter?" "Well a dark skirt of some nature would look very pretty with your tabard, but I don't think you'll have such a thing so I guess something neat but comfortable will have to do for now." Muriel said trying not to show the amusement she was feeling as she again saw that stunned look in his eyes. Bang on cue the doorbell chimed and two giggling young women walked in. With a confident smile Muriel handed him the tabard, patting his bum again and said firmly. "Run along now dear," and turned to her customers. Not wanting to do what Mrs. Baxter required, Andy sat on his new settee trying not to shake the hot tea over his hands. The humiliation of last night had been awful so why was he sorting though his meagre clothes? The only things he could come up with that did not look too foolish with the tabard was a pair of jogging bottoms and a dark tee shirt. The sound of the town filtered in though the window and he felt like a man on death row as he watched the minutes slowly count down. He knew what to expect so why was he now walking back down the stairs feeling the lace of the tabard brushing his neck? Oh why couldn't he say, "no," to this woman? Andy cried in his mind as her outline came in to view silhouetted in the doorway to the shop. "You really must think about your appearance more Andrew." Mrs. Baxter said in that flat tone she used when she was going to get her way. "You have such a pretty satin and lace tabard to wear and you ruin the effect! I see I'm going to have to teach you a few things. Would you like that?" "No!" Andy wanted to cry but his voice said shaking with embarrassment. "Yes Mrs. Baxter." "Good!" Muriel nodded curtly before adding with a smile. "And I really think that Andrea is so much nicer than Andy, don't you Andrea?" "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said wishing he could find some will power with this woman, but she just had to look at him and his resolve went to a mush. "Excellent I knew we were going to get along Andrea." Mrs. Baxter said with a faint smile that sent his cock throbbing against his underpants! "Now run along sweetheart and get your jobs done." As he was not wearing a suit Andy attracted nothing like the attention he had the previous night and to the clacking of Mrs. Baxter pricing stock did his 'chores.' Even though he was not attracting attention Andy's face was still bright red, and with every belittling comment, or little girl endearments. As he had given it a through cleaning the night before Andy was finished before Mrs. Baxter had priced all the stock and was about to slip away when she said firmly. "If you're done hovering? The bra's need to go out on the shelves Andrea." Any chance of him slipping off fled, and Andy picked up the pile of lacy under things and resigned himself to whatever Mrs. Baxter had in mind. Hating the anticipatory excitement fizzing in his belly as he hung the various garments on the correct racks he tried to ignore the firm protrusion that was tenting not only his jogging bottoms but also his tabard. "I can see why you want some pretties of your own Andrea!" Mrs Baxter said with a mocking chuckle as she lewdly groped his erection through his tabard and jogging bottoms. "And from this honey!" She drawled sarcastically. "I can see that your first purchase has got to be the divine dress and petticoats that go with your tabard." With her hand clamped claw like into his groin Muriel led him around the shop selecting a range of matching underwear. Andy shivered when she told him that his lingerie should match his dress and selected black with white lace trim. With a dry comment of just in case, she tossed three pairs of stockings and two pairs of black with white lace panties into Andy's full hands and led him to the till. Where she made him ring up his own purchases, Andy could not help his gasp of surprise when even at cost price plus VAT it still came to nearly ?300. "Oh, cannot afford it? Never mind Andrea, you can work it off in a couple of months as my shop girl cum cleaner instead." Muriel chortled. "Its minimum wage of course but a girl like you cannot afford to be choosy, eh Andrea?" Andy wanted to pull out his credit card and pay the bill, but under her controlling gaze he just nodded his agreement. "Excellent then, Andrea." Muriel laughed knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. "I know you must be eager to try on your new things and I think it would be rather sweet if you gave me a little fashion show." Her mouth smiled but the amusement did not reach her eyes as she calmly. "Go and wait for me at my flat door." "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said unable to contemplate what he was going to do in a very little while. "Run along then Andrea. I'll lock up and if you're very good I might let you cook my dinner." Andy could hear in her words a confident certainty that he was hers to direct. "I know you'd really like that... You can cook can't you?" "Sort of..." Andy croaked bobbing at the knees as he turned to face her. "Oh how delightful!" Muriel laughed. "You curtseyed to me!" Andy looked at her shocked he did nothing of the sort? Muriel knew he had not worked out his bob at the knees could be construed as a curtsey, and said. "Those little bobs look so awful! If you're going to curtsey to me Andrea sweetheart, then at least do it properly! Let me show you." With a grace that came from regular dance classes Muriel lifted her skirt ever so slightly, smoothly took a half step back and bent her knees with her back straight and her eyes cast demurely down. "Just like that!" She laughed. "Now you try." "Crap Andrea! Do it again!" Muriel said shortly after his first attempt, and after his second. Enjoying herself immensely she made him curtsey to her a good twenty odd times before she said dismissively. "That one will just do, but I expect your next curtsey to be an improvement, and until you do improve I think I'm going to have to insist that I have a pretty curtsey from you every time you enter or leave my presence." "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy whispered, hating himself as he performed another curtsey and finally fled her cold steady eyes. "Better all ready." Muriel said with a contented nod hoping that he had a nice pair of legs under his jogging bottoms. "You forgot to curtsey Andrea!" She snapped as she walked up to her door and found Andy waiting for her looking shame faced. "Forget it again and I'll put you over my knee and spank some manners in to you young lady!" "Go and stand in the middle of the front room and get those ridiculous clothes off!" Muriel barked like a parade ground sergeant pushing him though her door. With her hand clamped round his upper arm she propelled him in to the room and gave him a firm push snapping. "Get stripping Andrea," turning to a drinks cabinet and making herself a relaxing gin and tonic. "You slut!" She spat when she saw his erect knob. "Look at you! You're like a bitch in heat!" Muriel snorted and crooked a finger at the terrified naked young man in her front room. "Well I know how to cure that." On shaking legs Andy approached her and stood hanging his head in shame beside her. Out of the corner of his eye he watched what she was doing as she reached in to the ice bucket and delicately removed one chuck. Her hand flew out and grasping his hard throbbing cock she pressed the ice cube on to the end at its most sensitive area telling him in a blunt tone. "Nice girls do not behave like this Andrea!" Andy felt like he had been kicked in the nuts and by the time he had caught his breath Muriel was pulling him towards her bathroom. She was clucking about what a furry girl he was and how it would all have to go! Andy did not catch her meaning until he saw his body hair following the thick shower gel he had assumed he was using down the plughole. "Better!" Muriel nodded curtly and indicated he should dry off. Spinning on her heel she stalked out and Andy felt a wave of relief and twisted disappointment as she did. She was back only moments later and she held up three bottles of liquid one of which was a harsh metallic matt blue. "Base, one coat. Colour!" She held up the blue bottle. "Thee coats! Sealer," she held up the third bottle. "One coat." She was pulling on her jacket and said. "I will be no more than half an hour I expect your toes to be ready when I get back!" Andy heard the slam of the door and then the click of the lock and he was alone. Of his jogging bottoms, tee shirt and door keys there was no sign and not wanting to do this one bit, he began to paint his toenails as directed. It was harder than it looked and Andy was still trying to get it done when Mrs. Baxter got back clutching a shoe box and a couple of bags from the well known clothes chains. "Well your bills up to six hundred pounds now dear but of course we still have to get you some cosmetics and the like." Her eyes did not waver in the slightest as she said. "So far by my reckoning, Andrea, it will take you nine weeks to pay off your debt. At sixteen hours a week, that's at an hour a night, except Wednesday which is late night opening and when you'll have three hours, and nine on a Saturday." She smirked seeing the horrified look on his face and commented. " Andy nodded and said feeling his cock beginning react to her controlling presence again. "Yes Mrs. Baxter." "Good I'm glad we see eye to eye! Now get dressed." She nodded to the underwear she had selected for him. "Oh and you'll be pleased to know I've winnowed through your wardrobe and replaced some of your less appropriate garments. Your underpants and socks for instance are now in the bin and you now have a fine selection of panties and hosiery to choose form." Andy froze as she spoke, and then picked up the suspender belt and clipped it round his waist. She had to be joking, not even this woman would go rooting though someone else's property discarding what they disliked. "Put the suspender tabs through your panties and fasten them to your stockings Andrea!" Getting dressed in the sexy garments he had been admiring for months in the window was a thrillingly erotic sensation, even though he knew how Mrs. Baxter was going to treat a reappearance of his cock. It did not take long before the skimpy panties that went with the suspender belt and bra were incapable of containing his swollen knob and again Andy felt the agony of ice on the end of his penis! "Carry on!" Muriel snapped to hide the pleasure she was getting from introducing this former boy to what he had been missing all these years. "Get that petticoat and dress on." Andy felt humiliated beyond belief and at the same time ecstatic as something went click in his head. With his hands shaking it took him an age to fasten the numerous tiny buttons that fastened the puffy sleeves at the cuffs and the white frilly lace collar at the neck. Wishing he had a mirror to see how stupid he looked Andy pulled a fancy Tabard over his head and discovered it was a Pinafore apron. "Here." She passed him a shoebox. "You will wear shoes like these whenever you are on my property from now on Andrea." Andy swallowed and regarded the heels in the box with trepidation and loving how they stretched the muscles of his legs after he put them on and took a tentative step. "Let me see you!" Mrs. Baxter said observing him critically. "Well you won't be working in the shop tomorrow, walking like that! I'll find you something to do though. Now make a pretty curtsey like I showed you and say thank you!" Wobbling a little Andy managed to make her a curtsey that she considered acceptable and was rapidly redressed in what he was soon to think of as his work clothes. "You'll do!" Mrs. Baxter said regarding him in the straight black skirt and pale blue blouse. "But you're going to have to get some boobs, and some makeup on that ridiculously pale face of yours otherwise everyone will know you are nothing more than a drag queen! I will buy you some in the morning and you will become proficient with its use. Understand Andrea?" "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said with a resigned curtsey. "Good girl." She smirked. "Now put your uniform back on, fetch me another G&T and then get on with making me something to eat!" As the evening progressed, Muriel enjoyed having a servant and made sure that Andy was kept well informed as to his progress or lack of it. "Jesus Christ Andrea! You walk like bloody a docker! Take shorter steps you stupid slut and sway your hips!" The more belittling and nasty her comments got the more Andy's cock twitched and throbbed in his now sopping panties. Either Mrs. Baxter was a very strange woman or she had planned everything because as far as he could see there was not a mirror in the place and Andy was dying to see his reflection. It was nearly ten o'clock when Mrs. Baxter was satisfied and finally dismissed him. "I'll expect you dressed as you are, waiting outside my door at 8.30 prompt Andrea..." She said coolly as she showed him to her flat door. Dropping his keys and the black skirt and blue blouse into his hand she added humourlessly. "Don't even consider disappointing me." "Yes Mrs Baxter!" Andy said with a now automatic curtsey, as she slammed the door in his face. Feeling emotionally shattered Andy turned from the door and slowly walked up the flight of stairs to his flat. Getting back to the safety of the flat Andy loathed the excitement that fizzed through his body as he almost ran into his bedroom and halted abruptly in front of the mirror. "Oh my god!" He whispered and collapsed back on to his bed shocked at his reflection. He was wearing a French maids uniform and even scarier was that it did not look that out of place on his body. Pulling the awful things off his body Andy got his second shock! Although he consciously knew his body was hairless it was not until he actually saw his naked body that it that it sunk in! The marks of the bra and suspender belt on his skin felt like they had been branded on to his body and as he sat there stunned Andy became aware of other changes in his bedroom. There was a huge poster on the wall above the bed for the Cindi Lauper single 'Girl's just wanna have fun!' Set on the pillowcases at the head of the bed were a large pink teddy bear and a pale pink nightdress. On the shelves, which had been stuffed with his books, were a few dolls and girlie knickknacks and the air was scented with a perfume. Mrs. Baxter's words bounced about Andy's skull and yanking open the wardrobe door he found to his horror that she was not joking when she said she had 'winnowed' though his wardrobe. Only his work shirts, two suits, and three ties, one pair of new socks and one new pair of underpants remained from what little clothing he owned. All his tee shirts had gone, his jeans, his jumper's casual shirts and jackets, were all gone! Other than three new pairs of heels the only shoes left there were his highly polished work shoes and as Andy took in the view he felt tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks. Unbeknownst to Andy Muriel had a deep belly laugh when she heard his sobbing over the baby monitor that she had plugged in and hidden under his bed. This she decided was getting to be fun, all night she had been expecting him to rebel against her and had been surprised that he was so compliant to her perverse demands! All her life Muriel had been fascinated by cross dressers, and even as early as infant school she wished the boys had to dress like she did. Muriel did not discover that some boys felt the same until a boy she knew through her parents, shamefully admitted when they were playing together that he liked pretending he was her daughter. Which suited Muriel as her favourite childhood game was playing house and she always insisted that he played her daughter Cheryl. By the time they were in their teens Cheryl was totally under Muriel's thumb and she relished it, even regularly making him double date with her until they lost contact when he went to university. After a very unhappy marriage Muriel swore off men and opened her shop, and with in weeks discovered that their was a niche in the market for a lingerie shop that was friendly to the cross dressers. As she aged, the memories of the things she had made Cheryl do never dimmed, and now that she had a soon to be very pretty transvestite living above her flat? Her inventive mind was overflowing with exciting ideas. Ignoring the nightdress Andy crawled into bed and tried to sleep but hardly slept a wink. Not that he expected to as he never slept well on the first night in a strange place but it was not the strangeness that was the cause. All night he was assailed by strange thoughts and compulsions, which felt both alien and enticing at the same time. Next morning he was up with the dawn and feeling in dire need of a run to burn off his anxieties he again went through his wardrobe and draws looking for his shorts and training shoes. Nothing! He silently cursed and reluctantly dressed in the accusing black dress cringing with apprehension as he waited for half eight to come round. Knowing he should tell her to stuff the flat and move out Andy slowly descended to her door wearing the humiliating French maids uniform and was waiting when the door creaked tomb like open. Hating himself but fully aware of what she expected Andy made her the curtsey and said in a humbled tone. "Good morning Mrs. Baxter." Mrs. Baxter was still wearing a translucent nightdress and she nodded coldly at him and said. "You can start by ironing me my blouse Andrea, and then for now get on with doing the rest of my washing and ironing," and turned away from him. Muriel had to fight hard not to let her appreciation show as he curtseyed again to her. It was enough that she almost ran to her bedroom where her expression of pure delight would not have been seen. Andrea she judged was going to work out just fine! Wearing only her bra and panties she confidently walked into the kitchen, liking the look of scared fascination her undressed state brought to Andy's pale and unnerved face. Tapping her nail impatiently on the doorframe until she snatched up her blouse the moment Andy finished running the iron over it. Without thanks she walked confidently off feeling Andy's eyes on her thong divided bum! "Andrea?" She called some ten minutes later. It was time to explain to Andrea just what her new role was! "Yes Mrs. Baxter?" He said coming to her and curtseying. "Not bad!" She said in perhaps the kindest tone she had yet used to address him. "Will you please tell me what you are wearing?" "A dress Mrs. Baxter." Andy said going red. "What sort of dress?" "A maid's dress." Andy said sounding humiliated. "And if you are wearing a maids dress? Muriel had to try hard not to giggle. "Then you are my what Andrea?" "Your maid Mrs. Baxter?" Andy said in a choked up tone. "That's right sweetheart, and it does suit you!" She held up the lace trimmed mop cap that went with the uniform and said. "I forgot to give you this last night, and I know you really want to wear the whole uniform." Without waiting for his reply she pulled the cap over his hair and after a little fusing nodded at her handy work. "Now go fetch me a coffee Andrea. White with two sugars, there's a good girl." Dismissively she waved him away. Checking the time, Muriel saw that she had 40 minutes before she was due to open up and decided that it was time for Andrea to discover what pissing her off would cost! It did not matter to her that Andrea's behaviour so far had been impeccable, because finding a grievance was easy, her coffee contained milk not cream. "You stupid slut!" Muriel raged loving the fear that her words ignited in his face. "I take my coffee with cream, not milk!" Her hand flashed out and grabbed Andy by the arm and with a yank she had him over her knee! Hampered by his unfamiliar heels Andy felt himself catapulted forward and then his skirts were swept up his back. With a shocking wallop he felt her hand flailing down on his bum! Over and over her hand came down until Andy could fight the pain no more and burst into tears kicking his legs in frustration and pain. Ten more times her hand came down on his panty clad behind before she halted and abruptly stood. Her movement was so sudden that Andy rolled off her lap and landed in a bedraggled heap on the floor with a thump. Looking up at her bright red unsmiling face he felt crushed as he babbled sobbing incoherent apologies! "Don't ever make that mistake again Andrea!" Muriel shouted with feigned anger, in truth delighted at how easily she had brought him to tears. "This time I was merciful next time you'll get my slipper! Now get back to work you stupid bitch!" There was a faint glow of rebellion in his eyes and Muriel knew she would have to do something about that and glowered at him. Snapping as he unsteadily got to his feet, wobbling as his raised heels made the movement much harder than usual. "Say thank you Andrea!" "Thank you Mrs. Baxter." Andy muttered still quietly sobbing. "I do hope you are going to curtsey," she coldly commented and allowed a faint smile come to her lips as he somewhat shakily made the respectful gesture that Muriel was determined to see became second nature to him. "Arggh!" She moaned. "I've wasted enough time on a stupid bitch like you this morning, get the fuck out of my sight!" The shop, as usual, was quiet on a Saturday morning, and Muriel enjoyed having her enforced transvestite maid fetching her down to the shop fresh coffee on demand. She could of course have made it herself with the kettle behind the door but what she decided was the point of having a maid of she didn't make use of him. Muriel would have loved to see the look on his face when the intercom between the shop and the flat squawked. "More coffee Andrea!" Andy was wetting himself with embarrassment when he first went down to the shop in his subservient dress. "Erm, excuse me Mrs. Baxter?" He said sounding very scared, "but that's the last of the coffee and cream?" "Is it?" Muriel smirked. "Well in that case don't you think that you'd better get your pretty little arse to the supermarket and get some more don't you?" "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said feeling helpless under her chilling gaze. "I'll be merciful to you again." Muriel smirked, "and just this once allow you wear nasty boys trousers and shirt on a weekend, but if I see any hint of ingratitude for my kindness?" Her eyes locked on to his as she informed him in a tone tinged with anticipation. "You'll be back over my knee faster than you could ever believe possible and I'll tan your hide so badly that you'll be begging me to send you go shopping in your pretty maids dress!" "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said hanging his head. "Good! Be back down here in ten minutes and I'll give you your shopping list and if you need any shopping then you might as well as get it now as well!" Turning her back to him so that he could not see the excitement she was feeling, Muriel added coldly, just as she heard him move away. "I do hope you are making me a submissive curtsey like a good maid should Andrea, because my slipper is just yearning to thrash your pretty bottom!" Muriel would have liked to organise a little surprise for him but by the time she had scrawled her list she was swamped with customers. Except for the foul look she fired at Andy's now more normal appearance she was not able to say what she felt like saying as she handed him her shopping list and fifty pounds. Relieved to get his feet out of the painful shoes and remove the dress Andy had been tempted to remove his bra as well, but restrained by her comment about shirt and trousers. He had dressed in one of his suits and did not miss the faint smile on her face as she pressed a hand on his shoulder and checked that he was still wearing the black bra that would have shown through his shirt if he had not been wearing a tie and jacket. Her shopping list was extensive and it was not just for food and the like Andy noticed as he glanced though it as he walked up the road from the shop. The supermarket as usual for a Saturday was heaving and by the time he had ticked all the food off her list and done his own shopping he had two shopping trolleys full. Hiring a taxi Andy headed back to the flats feeling a sinking sensation in his guts as the taxi halted by the back door. "Excuse me Mrs. Baxter?" Andy said shyly from the door behind the counter. "Yes sweetheart?" Muriel said smiling at him nicely because she had a couple of customers in the shop. "I've got you're shopping, would you like me to take it up to your flat?" "Did you get the rest?" Muriel asked. "Not yet, I thought I'd better bring the spoilable stuff back first and then get the rest? Is that alright by you?" The look of fearful apprehension in his eyes warmed Muriel and she nodded pleasantly. "That's wonderful dear. Here." She passed him her door keys and said, "Sort it all out and then could you fetch me another cup of coffee please, before you head back out, sugar?" "Yes Mrs. Baxter." Andy said liking the pleasant look of appreciation on her face. "Off you go then, quick, quick like a bunny!" Muriel laughed, seeing the two women in the shop smiling tolerantly at them both. Andy smiled and nodded. "Of course I will," and carried her bags up first and put them away think how nice she could be, before he sorted out his food shopping and made her coffee receiving in return a second list, which he felt sure was planned to be as embarrassing for him as possible as it was a list of cosmetics products. It did not take an Einstein to work out that they were intended for him, she had not handed him any money to pay for it all. Andy did not have a clue what he was buying and took the easy way out and walked straight up to a shop assistant and said. "My girlfriend likes to embarrass the hell out of me." He held up the shopping list and asked. "Could you help me with this little lot as last time she did this to me it took me forever and I still bought the wrong stuff!" The shop assistant smiled and said taking the list. "Sure I'm Laura, this way sir?" Feeling pleased with his little white lie, Andy watched as Laura ran her eyes down the list and said with a smile at him. "This won't take long, grab a basket sir." "Its Andy." He said with a smile back, and was soon filling his basket with the contents of the list. Only after he had ticked off everything on Mrs. Baxter's list did he do what little shopping he needed. As he had only been gone forty minutes Andy stopped off at a small caf? and had a leisurely lunch with his paper. Feeling a little more like his old self Andy reluctantly walked back to the shop, dawdling as he did. Not quite sure why such thoughts were appealing to him but as he walked Andy could not help but to wonder what he would look like wearing some of the fashions that were being displayed in the shop windows he passed. Muriel was having a similar thought as she watched Andy meandering down the other side of the road back towards the shop, noticing how he would occasionally stop and look at the window displays. Feeling her fingers itching, she looked at the bulging Rimmel shopping bag he was unselfconsciously holding and decided to shut up shop early this afternoon. After five or six minutes he was opposite the shop and when there was a break in the traffic he dashed across. Seeing the shop was empty and Mrs. Baxter watching him, Andy elected to go in that way. Opening the door he walked in feeling his sheepish blush returning as she watched him like a hawk from behind the counter. "Drop the latch and turn the sign Andrea." Muriel said in her normal customer tone and even smiled at him. "Did you get everything sweetheart?" "Yes. Mrs. Baxter." Andy said and did as he was told. "Good girl!" She smiled. "Here, you'll need these." She handed him a box and waved him past the counter. "Now go and get changed in to the pretty skirt and blouse I got you yesterday and the two inch heels please." She smiled almost kindly at him, which really surprised Andy until he felt his heart sink as she added. "I'll be up in five minutes to do something with your face, and then Andrea we can get off to the hairdressers and get you some more bit's and bobs." "Hairdressers!" Andy felt like screaming, but again submissively nodded his agreement and said. "Yes Mrs. Baxter!" The box contained, much to Andy's delighted horror, a pair of breast enhancers which, when slipped in the empty cups of his bra gave him a pronounced but not overly large boobs. Even more shocking was the effect they had under the blouse, because where it had been lose over his chest, the material was now taught and showed clearly the outline of his bra. Only moments later Mrs. Baxter walked in and began to chide him about not putting his new cosmetics out. Actually it was kind of fun as she sat beside him at the dressing table and arranged all the pots, tubes and cases on the table. Taking her time and explaining as she went Andy watched gob smacked as she painted his face. The feel of the makeup and the heady atmosphere sent a tingle down Andy's back, which ended in his cock, and before he knew it he had a full blown hard on tenting his tight skirt! "Lift your skirt Andrea!" Muriel said unable to scream at him about the obvious enjoyment he was taking from being made-over, she had been hoping that this would happen. "And I'll get rid of that for you!" Muriel smirked and wondered how he was going to react when with out any warning she inhaled his firm cock in to her mouth and began to suckle. Looking up she saw the look of total surprise on his face! The sensation in his cock as she attempted to suck him dry felt a delicious and Andy was panting and bouncing about on the stool by the time he reached a mind-blowing climax. Shaky and feeling that post ejaculatory high Andy did care as Mrs. Baxter emptied the contents of his suits pockets in to a stylish shoulder bag and handed him it. Feeling like he was wrapped in cotton wool Andy followed Mrs. Baxter out of his flat and it was not until all of a sudden he was stood outside the back door wearing a thin jacket over his skirt and blouse that he realised he was in public as Andrea. Then he nearly wet himself! Disguising his short hair with a headscarf, Muriel slipped his arm through his and calmly led him out on to the high street. "Remember," she said in a faintly amused whisper. "Shorter steps, toe before heel and sway those hips, you're a good looking girl Andrea. So be proud of it!" After her intimidating persona this more light-hearted Mrs. Baxter was a relief and not wanting to see that side of her again until he really had to, Andy told himself to be calm and smile a lot! In the lower but still strange feeling heels Andy was not that hard pushed to keep up with her as they strolled up the high street looking in the shops as they went. "Left here, Andrea." She half laughed as Andy attracted a beeping hoot from a passing car. Relieved Andy saw the hairdressers just a little further up the road, and instead of feeling frightened about what could happen in there, he felt relieved just to be off the scary street. The beeped horn and the occasional look he was attracting from the crowd of unemployed young men who tended to hang about the bus stop on the corner, unnerved Andy and made him feel faintly sick. The shop was busy and with a cry of, "Muriel you're late!" The owner walked forward giving Andy a kind smile. "Is this Andrea then?" "Yes in the flesh." Mrs. Baxter smiled, "she needs sorting out, can you?" "No problem. This way, Andrea honey." Taking Andy's hand she led him though the shop and in to a back room, which was full of wigs set on heads. "I'm Julia, by the way honey, and don't get all scared on me..." Julia's ready sense of humour and the amount of fun she injected in to the selection of a shoulder length Egyptian bob wig soon had Andy beginning to relax and start to enjoy what was taking place. Without understanding quite what was happening to him Andy surrendered to the silky pleasures! --- Six months later. Andrea was singing quietly to her self happily pricing the new autumn lingerie when she heard the shop bell go and was about to answer it when Muriel said. "I'm there Andrea!" "Well what do you want young man!" She snapped at the customer in a tone that Andrea recognised. She did not hear the reply but could hear in Mrs. Baxter's tone the amusement she was successfully hiding. "The room for rent? Why should I let it to you, instead of the girl who asked about it a little while ago?" Andrea smiled to herself and wondered how long it would be before she had a flat mate and soon to be sister? The end. Trish Shaw 2002