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IT STARTED WITH AN APRON By Monica Graz Author's note: This is my very first story, written in the mid 70s and concluded several years later in 1983. It is developed in five episodes. Episode 1 was published in 1976 in the magazine 'Astounding TV Tales no 2' published by Empathy Press. I edited it 30 years later, mainly improving expressions etc. The basic canvas of the story remains the same. EPISODE 1 Bob Burns returned home around six this Friday evening. He found his wife Anita sitting in the living room, sipping her gin and tonic. She was obviously very tired; he could see it in her face. Her work in the boutique as chief designer was quite demanding and they both knew it quite well. After a casual hello and a kiss he fixed his own drink and stretched himself in the couch with a sigh. "I can see it in your face, nothing happened today," Anita told him. "I think that for the next couple of months the chances for me finding work are really slim," Bob said with a wry smile. "I told you already Bob, you shouldn't worry, at least for the immediate future. We are doing quite well financially. With my work expanding and our savings we can last many months if not years," Anita reassured him. "I know, but all this wasted time, it gets on my nerves. For many days now I try to figure out what I could do and I really can't find a solution," he said with despair. "I quite understand darling," Anita answered softly, "I have been thinking about what you could do and I discussed the whole problem with Jennifer. She gave me some ideas which probably could solve not only your problem but mine also." Bob looked at her puzzled, "now I am intrigued darling," he said. But in the meantime Anita got up and went towards the kitchen, "I might as well prepare something for us to eat, suddenly I am starving. But I promise we will discuss the whole issue during the weekend, Jennifer is coming for lunch tomorrow." Bob stayed behind trying to read the evening paper but he couldn't, he was too preoccupied. He started thinking instead. They were married for over a year now. At first Anita stopped working since Bob had a very well paid job in an electronics plant as an engineer. But in one of those sudden corporate movements he was made redundant being unemployed for over two months now. In the beginning he thought it would have been a matter of days before he could find a new job since he was highly qualified but the crisis proved to be stronger than he expected. Fortunately Anita was able to go back to her old work in the boutique. She was a top fashion designer and they were very happy to have her back. As a result the house was very badly maintained and it really looked quite messy and dirty. And of course Bob was not at all in a 'housework frame of mind'. "Dinner is ready," Anita's voice came from the kitchen. Bob realized he was starving too and he rushed to his more or less predictable hamburger and salad meal, thinking that he probably should learn to cook in order to take some of that burden from Anita. Saturday morning was rather quite, Anita was trying to bring the house back in a minimal order and Bob went to the nearby deli to get a few things for lunch. Around noon Jennifer arrived and all three of them had lunch in a very amicable ambience. Jennifer was Anita's best friend since school days and Bob understood form the very beginning how close they were, sharing all their secrets etc. Jennifer wasn't pretty but she had class, at 5'9" she was an inch taller than he and her way of speaking and air of authority could be intimidating at times. He had the impression that she could see through him, seeing a softness of his character that he certainly tried to hide protecting his male persona. After lunch they had coffee in the living room and finally Jennifer brought up the topic of Bob's work, "for days now I wanted to talk to both of you and mainly to you Bob because I already had a long talk with Anita and she seems to agree with me. Don't take me wrong here, I certainly wouldn't like to interfere in your married life but I am doing this with Anita's consent. Sometimes certain things can be more easily said by a friend rather than the people directly involved." She stopped to light a cigarette, we were all happily smoking at the time, and continued after a deep inhale, "We must face the facts with simple reasoning, you Bob, as far as I know, you have no chance to get a job based on your qualifications in the near future and on the other hand Anita has a marvelous and well paid job, a job that is also very creative and fulfilling for her. She earns enough money to support both of you and if she could concentrate more in her career she could go to the top." She stopped for another puff looking at both of them, they certainly were very eager to here the rest of it and Bob couldn't stop himself saying, "Please go on Jennifer you have all our attention, I am very keen to hear your idea." She continued in an effortless way ignoring Bob's small interference, "But someone has to keep this big house running and since Anita has practically no time I suggest that you Bob assume all the house responsibilities, in other words you can become a house husband." She stopped there waiting for his reaction. "But I am totally inexperienced in that field and besides I have to mention it, though I shouldn't speak in stereotypes, it is mostly woman's work what you are asking me to do," Bob said slightly flushing. "We are all highly educated people here and we know that the standard rule in our society is what you just mentioned, the man being the breadwinner and the woman the housewife. But we can modify the rules and in your case it is certainly more convenient a so called 'role reversal', and somehow Bob I have a feeling that you might like the change, it is a good chance for you to explore your feminine side, all humans regardless their sex have a masculine and a feminine side in varied percentages." Anita concluded in a softer tone of voice. Bob blushed deeply once more and tried to hide it by bringing his cup of coffee to his mouth, feeling that Jennifer could read him like an open book. He managed to regain control and said in a rather meek voice, "But what am I supposed to do?" "It is very simple really, you are going to assume all house responsibilities, cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping like any housewife would do and both Anita and I intend to help you in the beginning. All you need is common sense and practicality and I know you have them both, after all you are an engineer," Jennifer said quickly. Bob noticed immediately that Jennifer used this time the word 'housewife' rather than the word 'house husband' and somehow this excited him in a sinister way. Anita all this time was completely silent but certainly full of attention. Finally Jennifer asked her, "What do you think Anita, can you see this idea working?" "If Bob wants to go ahead with it I will be simply delighted. I must confess to both of you that I hate housework and I have been doing it for a whole year from mere duty. But of course I will be helping Bob in the beginning with your assistance of course Jennifer," Anita said with a big smile in her face. She obviously was very excited by the whole idea. They both turned eagerly to Bob at that stage expecting a positive answer. Bob looked at both of them still blushing, but at the end he said in a soft voice, "Yes I agree, but please I need all the help I can get plus plenty of moral support". Somehow he found the whole idea strangely attractive. They both rushed and hugged him and Jennifer took the initiative once more, "I guess we can start immediately and your first job will be to do the washing up." Bob followed the girls to the kitchen feeling that his masculine side should protest but an unknown force deep inside himself was stopping him. He thought with a mixture of fear and excitement that he had after all a feminine side that started to take over! Soon he was standing in front of the sink rinsing the dishes, as the two ladies were exchanging glances of satisfaction. "I think Anita, he needs some protection for his clothes, he is going to wet his trousers," Jennifer said with a smile. "Yes you are right, he needs an apron," Anita said and opened the lower drawer of the serving table and took out a full red cotton bib apron with fine white trimming and without asking Bob proceeded to drape the loop over his head and tied a large symmetrical bow in the back. Bob's face flashed and his heart skipped for a moment. He became instantly sexually excited! All of a sudden his mind went several years back, to his family house, when he helped their maid with the housework wearing one of her aprons, with the silent approval of his mother. His excitement hasn't escaped the attention of the girls, exchanging once more secret glances. "Turn around Bob, we want to see how you look with that apron on," Jennifer almost ordered him. "He looks cute, what do you think Anita?" "Oh yes darling you look very neat and cute like a dapper domestic," Anita said and gave him a sisterly kiss. Bob stayed there awkwardly not knowing what to do. "You mustn't be embarrassed Bob, with your work in the house you are always going to need an apron, so you must get used to wearing one," Jennifer said with a reassuring smile, "and besides I have a feeling that you like it Bob, don't you?" Bob hesitated to answer but Jennifer's persistent look made him nod affirmatively. So after showing him a few practical things the girls went back to the living room, leaving Bob alone to tidy up the kitchen. When he was through with his chores he removed his apron and joined them in the living room. The rest of the afternoon was quite pleasant, the girls were in a very chatty mood and Bob was full of an unknown anticipation. They all watched the Saturday afternoon soapies and Jennifer departed with the promise to come back tomorrow around noon to supervise, together with Anita, Bob's early steps as a home helper. Around bed time Bob couldn't find his pajamas and asked Anita who already was in bed reading her book, "Darling I can't find my pajamas, have you hidden them somewhere?" "I am sorry Bob, I put them in the wash this morning as I was tidying up the bedroom, they were quite dirty you know," Anita answered apologetically, adding with a smile, "and I am afraid your other pair is in the wash basket as well, I told you already that I am a lousy housekeeper." Bob was about to say that he could use one of his t-shirts but Anita spoke again, "But you can use one of my nighties darling, I have a cotton one which is like a long t-shirt, but of course you can choose anyone you like form my drawer." Bob felt again excited like when Anita put the apron on him. He was getting more and more confused. Was the whole story a deliberate act of the two girls to feminize him, or it simply was a coincidence? But he could feel that if he accepted that nightie his life would never be the same. His male persona wanted to refuse, but an inner voice was telling him to accept the offer. He didn't have the chance to say yes or no because Anita was already handing him a lovely blue night gown telling him to put it on. It was a lovely garment and certainly not a long t-shirt. He couldn't resist anymore, he took the nightie in his slightly trembling hands and in a few moments he was wearing it. It was knee length and very full. The bodice was blue with lace embroidery around the bust pockets and hem. The skirt was also blue and also laced around the hem. He became terribly excited and Anita saw it of course but reacted very calmly. "Doesn't it have a nice silky feeling against your body?" she asked. 'Yes, it does, I rather like the feeling," Bob admitted trying to conceal the trembling of his voice. In the meantime Anita observed him closely. "You know darling, I never noticed before your legs, lots of girls would pay gold to have them. You should be in skirts more often!" she said without any sarcasm or irony in her voice. She genuinely believed it. Bob went in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He liked what he saw, though all he could see was a man in a nightie. But yes, his legs looked good. Anita reading his inner thoughts said to him, "we must try sometimes to completely dress you as a girl; I think you would be very convincing. Look at your hands also; they are slim and hairless like a woman's." Bob's heart skipped again for the third time the same day. He said in a small trembling voice, "yes darling that would have been great fun." They went to bed wearing their nighties both of them very excited. Anita had a pleasant feeling all evening, she liked Bob dressed as he was, she somehow felt closer to him like this, she always detested big macho hairy men. She proceeded to make love to him. Their sex life until now had been conventional and infrequent. Bob was not the 'aggressor type' and his bed initiatives were very timid. Now Anita became the aggressor, clumsily at first, but soon she had aroused Bob to a fever pitch, especially when she started whispering to his ear, 'you are mine baby, you are my girl now'. They were kissing passionately and her hands were caressing his body, discovering spots that neither of them knew were so sensitive. Bob responded to the caresses and found himself giving in kind. Soon they were both spent mentally and physically and they fell asleep immediately. Next morning it was Sunday and they stayed late in bed. Bob awoke first and couldn't understand why he was wearing a night gown, but then remembered last night's events and all the excitement came back. He was glad they had made love in such a glorious way, it was somehow reassuring that he could perform even better dressed in a nightie. He decided to keep the nightie on; he liked the silky feeling in his body. After a quick shower he put it on again and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Anita awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. She had a quick shower and put her 'Sunday clothes' on, jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. She felt very comfortable like this. She joined Bob in the kitchen as he started cooking bacon and eggs, a ritual they always kept on Sundays. She noticed with satisfaction that he kept his nightie on and she gave him a warm good morning kiss. Breakfast was pleasant and conversation cheerful. When they finished eating, Bob cleared the table and started to do the washing up. Anita stayed to finish her cigarette and seeing Bob in front of the sink half ordered him, "Darling, put your apron on, you must learn to do your chores with an apron on." Bob was only too glad to obey. When he finished in the kitchen he continued working in the house under Anita's supervision. He was a fast learner and Anita was pleasantly surprised with his aptitude. She was more and more certain that this was the correct move for both of them. Around noon the door bell rung. Bob was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch and before he had any time to react Jennifer entered the kitchen followed by Anita. When she saw Bob's outfit she exclaimed, "I can't believe it, what a change! You look so cute Bob, a perfect housewife's appearance!" Bob felt a bit uneasy dressed as he was standing in front of Jennifer and tried to change the subject, "I have been busy Jennifer and Anita kept me busy all morning with various chores and now I try to prepare lunch." and But Anita ignored him and said excited to Jennifer, "Don't you think Jennifer he could make a very convincing girl, look at his legs!" "I bet he could!" Jennifer answered enthusiastically, "I suggest that after lunch we can try and see what kind of girl we can turn him into. You surely could find some clothes for him Anita, after all he is very slim and your size would be correct for him, I can see it from the nightie he is wearing." It was funny, but the two girls spoke together without including Bob to their conversation. Somehow they were certain he was going to agree and they were dead right, Bob was nearly trembling from excitement and he couldn't hide it anymore. Soon they were eating lunch served by Bob with the utmost care. He was trying his best to please them. Jennifer observed him closely and when he was in the kitchen she said to Anita, "I think Anita your problem is solved the best possible way, with the right training Bob can become a very efficient housemaid, he is very suitable for that role. I have been watching him serving us lunch; he was nearly curtseying when he was addressing us!" Anita had a pensive look and answered in a soft voice, "I think you are right Jennifer, he loves his new role and he really is looking forward to dress like a girl. I must admit you opened a completely new way for him and everything is developing very fast now, like a snowball. I don't think I can control things anymore, so let's go ahead and dress him up." At that moment Bob came back carrying in a tray two cups of coffee. Jennifer noticed that he wasn't bringing a cup for himself. He was already acting like a maid! She took the initiative again and said to Anita, "I think you probably could take him to the bathroom and help him remove all the unnecessary hair form his body, fortunately he is not that hairy. Then we can proceed with his dressing and some make up probably?" Bob nearly dropped the tray as he was serving them the coffee, they were ignoring him and that excited him even more. Finally Anita turned to him and said, "Right Bob, you heard Jennifer, go to the bathroom and start preparing yourself, have a shower and I'll come in a minute and help you and look for some suitable clothes for you, Off you go then." Anita acted bossy for the first time and she immediately realized how naturally that happened to her. Bob's attitude was encouraging her in her new more assertive role. Bob by that stage was acting like a robot. He was living in a dream, he couldn't say a single word and he simply obeyed those two assertive females. Anita joined him soon in the bathroom and helped him save his legs and armpits and some very sparse hair in his chest. She handed him a pair of frilly white panties saying to him to put it on after his shower. Bob was puzzled because he never noticed Anita wearing them before. Soon he joined the girls wearing his new pair of panties, feeling very embarrassed and excited at the same time. His excitement was too obvious to hide. Jennifer noticed it of course and said, "We have to do something about this unladylike bulge in front of you Bob so put this on under your panties." And she handed him a little satin flesh colored supporter. Bob took it from her and turning his back to the girls he quickly slipped off his panties and stepped into the tiny device. It was designed in such a way that most of the pouch was located in the crotch and it completely enclosed and captured his genitals. He slipped his panties back on and turned to the girls for inspection. "That's much better," both girls said in unison and started giggling after that. Bob joined them in their giggles and soon all three of them had a small laughing fit. Anita managed to stop first and said in a still cracked voice, "look Jennifer how smooth and soft his skin is without all that hair" and she started running her hands over Bob's chest and down over his legs. "Now let's go into the bedroom and work on him." So the two girls took Bob's hands and led him into the bedroom, where he immediately could see various clothes spread on the bed and his heart skipped once more. Jennifer took the initiative again, "It's good that you are slim without a tummy Bob, so you won't need a panty girdle, at least for the time being, I think a pair of Anita's panty hose will do to start with." Bob noticed again that both girls were discussing something more permanent, not just a fun dressing up game. Anita handed him a pair of opaque panty hose and instructed him how to put them on. As he was drawing them up over his freshly shaved smooth legs and around his loins he felt once more terribly excited. Then Jennifer opened a shopping bag by the corner of the bed and produced a white lacy bra, heavily padded, perfectly matching the panties he was wearing. As she adjusted it around his chest Bob understood clearly that the underwear wasn't belonging to any of the two girls. Jennifer read his thoughts because she said, "Yes dear, I bought them especially for you. Those are the first items of your new female trousseau. I can tell you now that I was nearly certain that you would love this transformation, though Anita was a bit hesitant, but as you see, I was right." She turned to Anita and gave her a meaningful smile as she finished adjusting the bra. Immediately after Anita handed him a white slip of hers and Bob acting in his robotic way put it on instantly. And finally he put on a royal blue jersey shirtwaist dress with a flare skirt that fitted him perfectly. The hem was a couple of inches below his knees. The girls were thrilled with the fit and Anita offered the dress to Bob as her first present for his new female persona. They sat him down in front of the dressing table and Jennifer proceeded to shape his eyebrows with a set of tweezers. It was painful but he willingly endured it. Then she applied a base of light make up, eye liner and eye shadow and she touched his lips with some lipstick, explaining to him all the steps, because he had to learn to do it himself in the future, as she firmly said to him. All this time he was facing away from the mirror, waiting for the next step as the girls discussed whether to put a wig on him or not. After all his hair was rich and long enough to be styled in a feminine manner. Finally Anita said that as he was going to stay indoors until his adjustment to his new role was complete, it would be better and more comfortable for him not to use a wig, which among other things would obstruct him during his many housework hours; and with the aid of an instant hair setter she gave him a most convincing page boy style. He was almost ready except for shoes. Anita selected a pair of black medium heel pumps. It was good they had been well broken in, because their fit was very tight. The nylon hose seemed to help a lot, as his feet slid into them. "Now get up carefully and try to walk around a bit." Jennifer commanded. He was unsteady for the first few steps but soon he was able to walk with slow and careful steps, as both girls were advising him to shorten his stride and keep his feel close to each other. The girls seemed greatly pleased with their work and Bob was only too eager to see for himself. The girls sensing his anxiety took again once more by the hand and led him back to the living room where the large wall mirror was located. Looking at his womanly reflection Bob nearly fainted from excitement. A woman, even if she was quite plain looking, but definitely a woman, was looking back at him!... Jennifer's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Yes dear, you are quite convincing, but you have a very long way to go in order to be more naturally feminine. That will take time but I can tell, you are going to be a total success." She stopped and turned to Anita, "What do you think Anita, shall we explain to him our newly formed plans?" "By all means," Anita answered excited and turning to Bob she said in a rather firm voice, omitting the usual 'darling'. "Go and make some coffee Bob, with two cups, you can have yours later in the kitchen. And could you please put your apron on to serve the coffee?" Her tone of voice made Bob answer with a "Yes Anita, right away." He went to the kitchen, put his red apron on, prepared the coffee and had a small quick sip, knowing he wasn't allowed to have one with the girls. In a few minutes he was back, keeping his apron on, as instructed, carrying everything in a tray and served the girls, sitting comfortably by now in two armchairs, smoking their cigarettes. He noticed that Jennifer was using his preferred armchair. He would love to light a cigarette and have a cup of coffee himself, but somehow he felt it was not proper. He went across the room to sit down but Jennifer stopped him with a nod. "We would prefer if you could stand in front of us to hear the final speech," she said firmly using the 'we' mode; obviously meaning that Anita was agreeing with the whole procedure. So Bob stood awkwardly in front of them, feeling oddly humiliated and excited at the same time. Jennifer wasn't in any rush to talk; she smoked calmly, exchanged a few indifferent words with Anita and sipped her coffee. That made Bob more nervous and he started playing with the edge of his apron. Finally she raised her eyes to face him and started to speak. Bob felt that it was more appropriate to lower his eyes, looking down at the hem of his dress and apron. "I am not at all surprised in what I face at this moment; somehow I felt form the very beginning that you would adore your transformation and your new female persona. Of course we can't call you Bob anymore, you need a new name and we thought with Anita that Betty would have been quite proper. Anita said to me that you always liked the name Elisabeth or Betty for short." She paused for a moment and Bob raised his eyes and looked at his wife. Was she agreeing with all that? Anita had an amused look in her face, but she was quite calm and she looked at peace with herself. Bob could see that she was in total agreement with the latest developments. That put his mind at ease, he wanted to be sure that all that had Anita's blessing, after all she was his partner and she was the person he dearly loved. Jennifer continued in her usual manner, "Could I have your attention please Betty?" She called him 'Betty', he started trembling again and he felt many butterflies in his empty stomach, too much excitement in a few hours. "Yes Jennifer, of course," he said with a tone of respect in his voice. "Good girl," Jennifer said without the slightest trace of irony in her voice and continued, "We thought that we should lower you status in this house and you can start as a housemaid, rather than a housewife. That will be beneficial for you and convenient, for Anita of course, but for me as well since I will assume the responsibility of training you to your new role." Bob looked at Jennifer with mixed feelings. A maid? Was the whole story going a bit too far? Ok, he agreed to become the 'house person', he was feeling excited in a sinister manner, the way he was transformed to a woman. But a maidservant, just like this? He looked at Anita's direction for some reaction; he obviously wanted her point of view. Anita sensed that and spoke for the first time since his transformation, "How do you feel being called Betty? Can you picture yourself in a subservient female role? I want to be certain that whatever we decide here today will have your full consensus." She stopped and looked at him in an intense way. Bob felt he had to answer and he wasn't certain what to say, he was confused. He looked all red as he continued to play with the edge of his apron. "Come on girl," Jennifer said in an anxious tone, "we don't have all day, and this is not going to be something irreversible, we are not asking you to have a sex change!" That did it because Bob recovered from his trance and said, "Oh, I am sorry I was just thinking." He realized then that Jennifer was calling him for the second time 'a girl' and he seemed to accept it quite eagerly, in fact that excited him again. He continued in a small voice, "I will try and be as truthful as possible with both of you. I am totally immersed by what is happening to me, I seem to enjoy every single moment of it, I love to be dressed as a girl and I felt quite intrigued by your suggestion of becoming a maid. I know my male persona in a logical manner reacts, but something deeper tells me to go ahead. I don't think I can refuse any more, yes I want to continue in that path and become a housemaid and follow all your instructions. Yes I really want that!" He was quite emotional when he stopped talking; he was on the verge of tears. Both girls noticed that and Anita approached him and gave him a hug, "It is going to be all right Betty, you are going to enjoy your new status, Jennifer was correct form the very beginning, you do want this to happen to you, so let yourself free and stop Bob interfering your Betty side, send Bob to the closet and let Betty come out!" "Yes, I want to be called Betty, and yes, I want to be a housemaid, yes, yes, yes!" Bob said that in a nearly hysterical voice and then he went and collapsed in the couch opposite the girls. Anita and Jennifer looked at each other surprised but in a satisfied way. What an emotional reaction. They knew now that they had to proceed cautiously but firmly. Betty was now ready to 'be broken', like an animal that is about to be domesticated. Anita nodded at Jennifer to proceed "We are both pleased that you agreed to our proposal Betty and we would like to set certain rules. This transition for you to your new phase in life must be real and convincing," Jennifer started saying and she instantly gained Bob's attention. In a spontaneous move he got up and went to stand in the middle of the room again, as expected. 'I must think of myself as Betty form now on, I must think that I am 'a she'. Bob went to the closet; it is me Betty now out here'. "And to start with," Jennifer continued "the fundamental rule for a servant is to show respect to her betters so I am 'Miss Jennifer' for you and Anita is your Mistress and you will address her as 'ma'am'. It is harder than you think, even if you are a willing pupil, to change quickly. You spent many years, being an 'alpha male' so it is going to be not that easy to become a subservient female. But I will certainly try to instigate the correct frame of mind for your new station in life. You will have to learn very quickly that you are going to be the last in any pecking order. Am I clear so far?" "Yes Jenn,... sorry Miss Jennifer," Betty managed to say and then asked in a soft manner, "Am I expected to wear a uniform ?" looking at both ladies. Anita decided to answer that, "Yes of course, this should be the correct way. But don't expect anything fancy, functional working clothes, like neat poly cotton dresses and aprons, probably a black and white one for serving. Jennifer will take care of that tomorrow." "And coming to clothes," Jennifer continued, "You will now go and pack all Bob's male clothes, as you will not need them for the near future. Nothing should stay in this house that could revive Bob." That created a certain anxiety to Betty and she looked questioningly towards Anita. "Do I have to dispose Ma'am of all my male clothes, what if I have to go out urgently?" Anita seemed pleased the way she was addressed, "I quite liked that 'ma'am', I think I'll enjoy having a maid around the house. But to answer your question Betty, yes, all Bob's clothes will go tonight. If you have to go out urgently, you will go out dressed as a woman. It's up to you to try hard and improve your feminine looks." "And in fact," Jennifer continued Anita's thought let's go now all three of us and pack Bob's clothes, I will have to go after that." A full hour later three large suitcases were standing in the hallway waited to be carried in Jennifer's car. Betty felt very vulnerable after that, but there was nothing she could do, her fate was sealed. She had to stay dressed in female clothes from now on. What a sinister and exciting turn, she thought. She had to carry the suitcases to Jennifer's car as Anita was kissing her goodnight. She felt strange as the night air caressed her legs and lifted her apron. Jennifer came out and said in a fairly friendly manner, "Good girl Betty, you did very well today, I am certain you will make an excellent maid. See you tomorrow." Betty rushed back in as a neighbor was coming out form the house opposite, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable being alone with Anita, dressed like this and thinking of all the commitments she made today. She hesitantly went back to the living room where Anita was sitting. Anita saw Betty's confused expression and she smiled warmly at her and without a word came and gave her a long and passionate kiss in the mouth. "This is to thank you for being so cooperative and such a good sport," she said to him (her). She had to train herself, to start thinking of maid Betty and not of Bob, she thought as she signaled to Betty to come and sit next to her in the couch. "What a day!" she started saying as Betty sat comfortably next to her, "I am very pleased dear for the turning of things. I am happy for you also because it appears that you found your preferred role in life, or let's hope you did, because it will be difficult for things to change now. I am thrilled that you will be doing all the housework, you know how miserable I feel about it and I will be able to concentrate on my work and become a good breadwinner." She stopped and looked at Betty, as she was playing again with her apron. "But I must emphasize to you that everything has to be real and I rely on Jennifer for that. You must become a convincing female and a true maid. And I have to try myself to instigate that to you. So from tomorrow I will be more formal with you, but don't worry, we will have our 'informal moments'," she concluded with a mischievous smile. Betty felt more reassured after Anita's little speech. She was pleased that Anita seemed to be so kind and understanding. Soon after, they went to bed, both exhausted from the day's tensions. Betty little did she know that this would have been the last night she was sharing the marital bed. END OF EPISODE 1 To be continued