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Subtle and Gentle Transformation By Monica Graz CHAPTER 1 Mark is a mystery to me. We are dating over a year now, we are living together the past six months and I am still not certain about him. Don't take me wrong, I am very fond of Mark, in fact I think that I am falling in love with him, something unheard for me. I am nearly thirty and I only had casual affairs so far; somehow men are so predictable and very often boring, you know from the beginning what they really want. But with Mark everything is different. He is three years older than me; he will be 33 in September and he is certainly not at all predictable. He is soft spoken and very kind to me, he listens very carefully when I try to argue with him and always he is the voice of reason. I know I can often be inpatient, even unreasonable at times but Mark always manages to 'pacify' me. He certainly has not the typical obstinate male ego; on the contrary he is very relaxed and never tries to 'prove himself' as the majority of males do. All in all my Mark is a puzzle to me. I thought he might be gay, I even asked him about that when we first started dating but he categorically refused in an amused way. He then said that he loved women and he enjoyed being part of their world. I didn't pay attention then but now I remember this particular remark when I watch him how he interacts with women. He enjoys their company but he never flirts with them. He is very popular among my female friends and they all say how lucky I am to have next to me a sensible person like Mark. And then I read this article in one of my girlie magazines with the cryptic title, 'Is your partner a m2f cd and you don't know it? How you can find out!' The title reminded me of a chemistry formula but when I finished reading the article I thought I might have the answer about Mark and his mysterious personality. What the article was talking about was the behavioural patterns of heterosexual cross dressers; in fact the 'translation' in plain English of the title was, 'Is your partner a male to female cross dresser and you don't know it?' I started thinking of all sorts of 'indications' and 'small proofs'. Mark clearly had a fascination for women's clothes, in particular for certain types of clothes. He was always commenting about this or that item of clothing, he admired my flared gypsy style skirts, my roomy summer cotton dresses, my cool nighties., my sensible shoes. He often made comments of the type, 'you girls are so lucky, your dress code is so wide, you can use your imagination and dress any way you want, us men are limited to preconceived patterns, the society is so intolerant to it's male species!' Is my Mark a closet cross dresser and how am I going to find out? Then I thought again, 'do I really want to find out?' Do I really want to open 'Pandora's box?' Yes! I immediately answered to myself; I want to know my partner better. I want to understand better the person who might share my life in the foreseeable future. Mark is not an accidental choice of mine, he is considerate, he is soft spoken, he is not threatening; in other words he is not a typical alpha male and I am singularly attracted to that. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice calling me from the dining room, "Jessica darling, dinner is served!" Isn't he sweet! Recently he had insisted to cook most of our meals; he said that this activity was relaxing and creative at the same time and he needed it after his demanding free lancing computer work. I joined him in the dining room which was attached to an open kitchen. The smell was delicious and the opened bottle of chardonnay very inviting. He removed his plain cooking apron and joined me in the table. We had a light but delicious meal and we certainly managed to finish the bottle of chardonnay giggling happily. He had a dry sense of humour that made me laugh. The wine made me bolder and I started to test Mark, I was roughly following certain suggestions I read in that article. "The meal was delicious darling, you do spoil me you know and I might get used to that" I started saying and immediately continued, "Would you be kind enough to do the dishes, I want to catch up with my e-mails, then we can have coffee together and watch that TV series we both enjoy." He eagerly accepted my suggestion and I watched him with the corner of my eye as he retied firmly his apron, he certainly enjoyed domesticity, I should check that further, probably it is connected with his possible cross-dressing leanings. I spent the next half hour in front of my lap top checking cross-dressing sites; I wanted to find out more about it. I was amazed with the diversity of options. I particularly stopped in front of a site that intrigued me more. It was a site advertising 'male maid services'?!... I read a bit more and in total amazement I realized that there were out there men of all ages who loved doing housework dressed as traditional maids! Nothing pornographically repulsive there, just an ordinary domestic agency employing cross dressers who for their own (probably sexual) reasons loved to work as ordinary female domestics! A peculiar sense of euphoria overtook me all of a sudden, nothing like I felt before; I was for some reason excited with my unusual research. All sorts of unknown feelings were surfacing; my brain was sending me weird messages of approval. I was a bit scared; why I acted in such a positive way towards my finds? Marks' voice brought me back to reality, "Jess, darling I finished the washing up, would you like a cup of coffee now?" I was slightly startled and guilty for looking at those sites; I changed quickly my screen to neutral and looked at him. He was still wearing his apron, wet now from the washing up, a warm smile in his face, eager to please me. Oh my God! All of a sudden it dawned on me, I was nearly certain now, Mark was one of them, he was a potential cross dressing male maid and probably he was unaware of it. I had to find out. "Yes darling I'd love a cup of coffee now" I said as my mind was racing with 100mph, "Come and join me when you finish in the kitchen, but make sure that everything is back where it belongs, you know how I hate clutter." He blushed a bit but never lost his warm smile, "Of course Jess, I know you by now, the kitchen has to be in a spic and span mode." He went back to make the coffee and I quickly finished my computer research. The euphoria feeling was still there, I wasn't scared or worried with the prospect of Mark being a cross dresser, on the contrary a sinister exciting feeling was prevailing in my mind; I decided to test him further tonight in bed. CHAPTER 2 "Come closer to me darling, give me a hug, I want to feel your body." I said to Mark as he was about to fall asleep. He wasn't particularly active sexually and he certainly wasn't the type to initiate sex. It was usually me the one who insisted. "I am totally exhausted tonight Jess, it was a long day and I barely can keep my eyes open," he answered always in his polite non aggressive way. I decided to become a bit more assertive and check my theory about his proclivities. I started talking in an even conversational manner, "You are quite good in the kitchen darling, I was impressed today, it is not only the cooking, it is the way you clean after, you acted like an experienced housewife or even more so, a committed maid" My hand was resting on his thigh and moved slowly towards his private parts. Bingo! I felt an instant erection there; my Mark was sexually revived from what I just said. I decided to continue, "In fact I'll buy you tomorrow some new aprons for your housework and cooking, I am fed up seeing you wearing the same old boring barbecue apron. Would you like that darling?" I couldn't see his face in the semidarkness of the bedroom but I could feel his excitement. "Yes Jess, I would love that, I quite like aprons, I find them very homey and relaxing regardless the fact that they are connected with serious manual work." His voice was slightly trembling, I never saw him that excited before. I continued to tantalise him, "It is not always so darling, some aprons are pretty and purely decorative, remember the hostess aprons our mothers and grand mothers used to wear back in the fifties and sixties? They were exquisite pieces of art. Of course completely out of fashion now, I guess not politically correct for today's world." "Of course I remember" he answered back his voice now becoming slightly husky in a sexy way, "my mother was making them, she was a very competent seamstress, she even gave me sewing lessons at one point.' That explains a lot I thought to myself, probably his mother was dressing him up as well. I decided to continue teasing him in a cautious manner though, "That's great news darling, probably I'll get from my parents the old fashioned Singer sewing machine, it is a collector's item now, you can have a go with it and start sewing again if this activity is relaxing for you as well." I could feel his excitement was about to reach a peak now; I had to stop that, I didn't want a mess in our bed; I said to him in a firm way, "a few minutes ago you were ready to sleep and look at you now, all excited and ready to explode. Don't you dare to make a mess in our bed; I'll be very crossed with you." He instantly got worried and apologetic, "I am sorry Jess, I don't know why I got so excited, I'll try to slow down and..." I became suddenly aggressive, somehow this talking made me excited as well, "I mounted him abruptly as I was removing his boxer shorts and my panties in an admiringly coordinated way. "Be quiet now darling and try to enjoy yourself and don't you dare to come unless I tell you so, you got that?" "Yes Jess, oh it's so nice! I love you baby!" he managed to say as I started kissing him feverishly. In a few minutes we reached together a glorious climax the best ever since we started dating. As we were falling asleep in each others arms a few minutes later, I was thinking that I was right after all, my Mark is most likely a potential submissive cross dresser, and I could mould him to become my ideal 'home helper'. But do I really want that? I again had the feeling that I already started opening Pandora's Box, whatever the consequences were going to be. On a sudden impulse I pushed my worn panties up to Mark's legs as he was already half asleep. My lasts words to him were, "I want you to keep them on tonight and dream of me darling." Mark responded with a sharp erection though he was almost asleep. At that point I was certain; he really loved wearing feminine items. It took me quite a bit of time to fall asleep, my mind was racing; I was making plans how I was going to act towards Mark from now on. I felt that I could exert power over him though I wasn't that kind of person; I wasn't at all into power games. On the other hand I had this strong feeling that Mark was asking for some guidance and control, there was a side of his personality that I had to explore more. CHAPTER 3 And suddenly Mark decided to open his heart! It was Saturday morning and we both were in a very relaxed and contented mood after last night's intense lovemaking. Mark was particularly warm and gleaming. We ate a hearty breakfast meticulously prepared by him and we sat down to a fresh cup of coffee after he cleared the breakfast dishes and did the washing up. He suddenly started talking, "It was wonderful last night darling, I never felt so close to you, in fact I still wear your panties." I gave him an amused look, "I thought you already had your shower dear, you never come down to breakfast unless you are fresh like a flower, I know how clean you are." Then I added mischievously, "You could have asked me dear, I would have given you a fresh pair of my panties if you enjoy wearing them so much." He gave me a warm smile, his eyes projecting an unusual gleam, "I probably will Jess, I will ask for a pair after my shower. Are we still going shopping?" I decided to play it innocent though I knew what he had in his mind, "Shopping for what Mark, we don't need any groceries you did all that on Thursday if I remember well." He took a slightly hurt look, "Didn't you mention last might something about buying a couple of aprons?" He said that and blushed all over like a beetroot. I decided to confront him directly, "Mark, can I ask you a question? And please give me an honest answer; you know how much I hate people lying to me." He looked worried now, but he responded without any hesitation, "Of course Jess, I want to be frank with you, all our relationship is based on mutual trust so far and I want to keep it that way." "I am happy to hear that darling. My question is very short and your answer can be a simple yes or no." I stopped an looked at him; he simply said, "Please go on Jess" "Here is the one million dollar question Mark. Are you a cross dresser?" He didn't look surprised he anticipated that question which came naturally somehow after last night's events, "If by being a cross dresser you mean if I like to wear occasionally women's clothes the answer is yes." He stopped and looked at me slightly worried now and added before I had the chance to say anything, "Of course you know better than me that I am not gay, on the contrary I love women in all their aspects including the clothes they wear and their daily activities. You know how I dislike macho men and their silly childish games." I decided to reassure him, he needed that now, "Of course I know darling that you are not gay and of course I know how much you hate those macho boys and their activities; I wouldn't have been with you if you were one of those boys!." He simply asked, "Do you mind that Jess? I mean me being a cross dresser and all that? I don't want to hide that tendency anymore." I answered somehow cautiously, "I don't think I mind Mark, at least that's the way I feel at the moment; I like your softness and if I judge from last night's mutual sexual performance we both were satisfied to the extreme as if a new door has opened." I stopped and looked at him, he appeared more relaxed now, "I'll tell you what Mark, we can explore a bit more your 'tendency' as you call it; you can develop more freely your feminine side; I am not narrow minded, all humans, male or female, have both tendencies inside them, I can tell you that I often catch myself thinking 'the masculine way' if that means anything to you." He approached me and gave me a hug, "I love you Jess; you are such a special girl, I am ever so lucky to have found you." I felt touched by his gesture but I simply said, "Come on then, hurry up, we have some shopping to do, let's go and find some nice aprons for you." CHAPTER 4 We had a wonderful time in the shops; we were behaving like two giggling school girls escaping their parents' attention. Mark was enjoying himself tremendously, I never saw him before being so excited and happy. He was discussing freely with me the various female clothes we were looking at, telling me his likes and dislikes. We looked for aprons in the various shops but I could tell he wasn't pleased with what we saw, mostly unisex and plain items, so after some browsing I said to him, "Mark darling, how about going to one of those domestic uniform shops, I remember one in the next block, 'domestic solutions' is called if I remember well, I am certain we will have a much better selection there." He brightened up instantly as if I announced something very special, he squeezed my hand very strongly exclaiming at me at the same time, "What a wonderful idea Jess, I love uniform shops, I always spend quite a bit of time looking at their windows, but I never had the nerve to visit one." There we go again, I thought, he acted as a typical submissive cross dresser, being excited by a domestic uniform shop. If I am not careful he will end up buying a full maid's uniforms. When we entered the shop I felt that I was escorting my teenage daughter in her first trip to buy clothes of her preference. He was looking around excited and wide eyed but he was shy as well, he needed my assistance. I decided to slightly embarrass him, just for fun. We were approached by a sweet looking mature lady, probably in her fifties, "How can I help you?" she asked in a polite voice. Mark looked at me expectantly and I said in a matter of fact tone of voice, "We are looking for some sensible and practical aprons for housework, my partner here is not satisfied with the rather boring aprons we saw around the shops, he is looking for something more old fashioned and practical at the same time, something maids and housewives used to wear at least ten years ago, isn't that right Mark? Do I describe well what you are looking for darling?" Mark got all red from embarrassment, I certainly took him by surprise with my straightforward manner; he managed to say timidly, "Yes Jess, this is what I have in mind, something that we both could use for work around the house." The shop lady said in a professional manner but with an amused look in her eyes, "I think I know what you are looking for Madam." She looked at both of us but she was speaking to me, "We still store in this shop some of our old stock, aprons designed and mostly sold in the 80s but not very much in demand now. Would you like to follow me please?" We followed her at the end of the shop; she opened various cabinets and produced some aprons that I instantly knew would fascinate Mark. I looked at him and I could see he was dying to touch them, feel them, and see how they look like. The shop lady, Susanna, as I read her name in the tag she was wearing, started explaining as she unfolded one of the aprons, "As you see it is a big apron, nearly a pinafore, it has a substantial bib and straps that cross in the back and button on the side of the apron strings, you can adjust the buttons according to size." She stopped and gave me the apron to feel the material saying at the same time, "As you see Madam, it is a very good quality cotton blend quite resistant to water splashing and other messy jobs, it has also two front pockets, they are handy to place various household utensils like dusters etc." I could see Mark's expression, his eyes were nearly popped out, he was fascinated, it was exactly what we were looking for. I decided to continue teasing him a bit more in front of Susanna, "Feel the material darling it is very proper for serious housework, not like those flimsy little aprons our mothers used to wear, it is more like a maid's apron really." He couldn't resist it anymore, he picked the apron in his nearly trembling hands, looked at the straps and the buttons, the white piping around the pockets and the bid contrasting nicely with the light blue stripy material. Susanna said in a clearly amused tone now, "I see your partner appreciates the apron much more than you Madam, he certainly has an affinity for it." I grabbed the chance and answered quickly, "He certainly has an affinity, I can see it for myself." I turned to Mark and added mischievously, "Would you like to try it on darling? You will be wearing it much more than me after all." He blushed all over again but he managed to answer in a balanced tone, "I think it will be all right Jess, the buttons are adjustable, it is a size to fit all." Susanna added, "Your partner is right Madam, it is a single size and I can see he can wear the apron without any particular problem, he is quite small and thin for a guy if you don't mind me saying so." I realized them that Susanna avoided talking to Mark directly she was addressing me all the time, either she was feeling more comfortable talking to a woman or she was automatically thinking that I was the one who was going to decide for the purchase, like the lady who took out her maid to be fitted with new uniforms. Wow, what a thought! I quite liked that idea; it was singularly exciting for me, as some dormant assertive or even dominant genes were about to emerge. "Do you have any other colours available in that style, we might as well buy more than one piece now that we found something that my partner likes so much, do you agree darling?" I was obviously talking first to Susanna and then to Mark. He answered very quickly and eagerly, "I agree with you Jess, we will not be able to find those aprons again, they are not fashionable any more." And Susanna added, "It is true Madam we simply sell our old stock at the moment; they exist in two more colours, pink and light green, and if you buy three pieces I'll give you a good discount." She stopped momentarily and continued with a sly smile, "And if I may add Madam, those aprons are matching with working dresses, you probably remember the style, they button in front, nice white piping around the collar and short sleeves, would you like to see one?" Mark was blushing all over again, this woman was openly suggesting now a full maid's uniform, dress and matching apron! Is this actually going a bit too far? I answered a bit hesitantly this time, "I am not certain about that Susanna, if you don't mind me using your first name, we were planning to buy some sensible aprons, not a maid's uniform and..." Surprisingly enough Mark interrupted me and with a boldness I didn't know he possessed he said, "Darling would you mind very much to get just one of the dresses, they are also disappearing fast and they remind me so much of my childhood, our maid at the time was dressed in a similar fashion, matching dress and apron, I will simply keep it as a reminder of that period." I looked at him in a disbelieving fashion. What sort of silly argument was that? I decided to give in though, he was so eager to get one. "Well, all right then, what colour would you prefer Mark?" He didn't hesitate there at all, "Blue would be the best, that was the most common at the time." I turned to Susanna and said in a final tone, "All right then we will get three aprons and a dress to match the blue apron, shall we say a size 16?" She answered in a professional mode now, "Of course Madam, I'll prepare them for you, would you like to proceed to the front again? I'll be with you in a minute." She gave a rather condescending look at Mark now, I could tell she was already assessing him as the 'help' and moved towards the back of the shop. We left the shop a few minutes later. We did manage to buy after all a very plain maid's uniform and it was certainly not for me! CHAPTER 5 "We should get you some panties and a couple of nighties. Nothing fancy, just plain cotton ones with a feminine touch of course. Would you like that darling?" We were finishing our lunch and after a couple of glasses of wine we both were quite chirpy. My suggestion delighted him, he was floating in thin air from happiness and that made me more eager to please him. "Darling Jess you are so good to me I'd love some panties and nighties if you are prepared to see me wearing them more regularly from now on." You know how much I hate pyjamas; all that time we live together I was wearing some silly T-shirts in bed." " Okay then, lets pay the bill and go", I said eagerly and I continued, "I m sure you are dying to finish the shopping and go home to try everything on, I can see the longing in your eyes, I understand you more and more now darling, the last 24 hours was a revelation for me." "I hope its all for the best Jess, I feel so close to you now, I wouldn't' even dream to do something that could displease you." He said that with a near agony in his voice, I knew that Mark was going to be putty in my hands from now on. I was enjoying more and more our little game, it was quite exciting to unlock the feminine side of my partner; funnily enough I had no fear that I was pushing him to a wrong direction for our relationship, I was confident enough that all those movements were going to bond us more. We spent another two exciting hours in one of the major department stores, shopping for Mark, buying not only panties and nighties but a couple of simple cut blouses and two skirts, one of them a wraparound one, his favourite as he very seriously announced to me. At this point I asked him on impulse, "Tell me Mark is there a name that you like to use for your alter ego or to phrase it differently do you have a name for your feminine persona?" He blushed instantly and looked around in case someone heard me. He realised nobody was near and said in a low voice, nearly a whisper, "When I was very young and we played dress up games with our maid she used to call me Marcia, the female version of Mark." Another piece of Mark's personality puzzle was in position, a key piece in fact. He was obviously strongly influenced by a maid in his youth, hence his liking for housework and aprons. I started feeling like a shrink, constantly analysing my partner's proclivities. I said in a chirpy voice not revealing my inner feelings, "We shop for Marcia then today, it is much easier in front of other people to talk about our imaginary friend or relative rather than exchange cryptic looks and opinions don't you think darling?" He liked that idea because he instantly said, "Excellent idea Jess, we shop for Marcia today!" He continued excited again, "don't you think darling that Marcia would be needing some shoes as well, nothing fancy just some house shoes and for short outings in the garden." I laughed slightly ironically this time, "Oh, I see, Marcia is planning to be an indoors girl to start with, until she is more confident to go out. Is that the case?" I stopped and looked at Mark in a provocative way, trying to decipher his feelings. "I don't think Marcia will be going anywhere in the foreseeable future Jess." He stopped and looked at me searching for my reactions and continued, "But she is a working girl as well and she needs all the necessary clothing for work at home and in the back garden." "You are right there Mark," I answered somehow sarcastically, "All the clothing we bought for Marcia today is very basic, mostly for indoor wearing, nothing fancy and frilly, on the contrary everything is functional and hardwearing." I nearly added 'appropriate for a maid' but somehow I stopped before mentioning it. I simply added, "Come on then, let's go and buy some shoes, can you remind me Marcia's shoe size?" CHAPTER 6 That night in bed Mark told me everything. We were both in bed wearing our nighties in a hugging and intimate mode. I encouraged him and he started talking. He told me how much he needed that confession. He had never talked so openly to another person before. As I guessed he had some extensive dressing up sessions with the live in maid in his early teens. His was an only child and his parents were very busy professionally and socially. He was often alone with the maid in the house. She started dressing him up in her clothes and he was helping her with the housework. She also partially seduced him sexually, introduced him to some sexual practices like heavy petting and kissing but she never allowed him to make proper love. Mark was definitely 'marked' by all this, hence his strong cross dressing tendencies and his inclination to housework. I started talking soothingly again, "It's good that you can confide to me darling, I feel we come closer like this, I do want to know all your secrets." He answered in a whisper, "I am always worried Jess that you will look at me differently now that I revealed to you my 'proclivities' as you called them, I am worried that you will consider me less of a man somehow." I had to answer that very cleverly; I wouldn't like to alienate Mark now. I said in a reassuring tone of voice, "You shouldn't worry darling, I do feel honoured that you opened your heart to me, and I certainly think that our relationship will be stronger now." I started caressing his body over the fabric of his nightie, "and I do like your Marcia side darling, it makes you so much softer and understanding not like those macho males who can't communicate with a woman. You are going to be my boy friend and girl friend simultaneously, my Marc and my Marcia at the same time. Wouldn't that be nice?" I felt his excitement mounting again; he answered in his whispering voice, slightly more feminine probably, "How about our friends and relatives Jess, what we will tell them?" "We tell them nothing darling, Marcia is going to be our little secret, Marcia is going to be a person for my eyes only at this stage. Don't you think it's wiser that way?" "Of course I do and in fact I am relieved you think that way, thank you once more for your support Jess, you are wonderful to me." I continued caressing him, I felt his panties under his new night dress, I was feeling much more liberated dealing erotically with Mark now. His openness made me more assertive, most of my inhibitions concerning sex with him have gone and I could initiate anything. I whispered at him, "Darling I want Marcia to find out what I enjoy more. In my school days I had some erotic encounters with girls and I can assure you that they were very rewarding and full of excitement. So I think I'll explain certain thinks to my new girl friend Marcia. I'll tell you my hot spots and how you can make me feel good... CHAPTER 7 On Monday we both were in a 'back to normal mode'. But could we really go to a back to normal mode after the weekend's events and revelations? We had an early breakfast prepared and served by Mark as it was the standard practice the past few weeks. I was dressed for work, impeccable pantsuit, lace blouse, medium heels, carefully made up, the looks of a successful executive. And this is exactly what I was, the executive secretary of a very well known and powerful solicitor, Mr. Lewis. 'Lewis and Partners, Solicitors and Commissioners for Oaths' were the most prestigious legal firm in town. Mark on the other hand was still in his nighty and pinny. He wanted me to go first and then he was going to start his morning rituals. "What are your plans for the day darling?" I asked in a noncommittal way. He wiped his hands in his apron, still the old one; he didn't dare to put one of his new aprons on yet. He said in a cautious manner not certain about my reaction, "I think I'll give the house a good clean today, you know the drill, dusting, vacuuming, do the bathroom and the kitchen; usually after our extensive weekend use the house needs some serious attention." I looked at him in an amused way, "No darling I don't know the drill as you called it, I am not good at housework; I can certainly leave that activity to you if you are willing to do it." I saw a certain satisfaction in his face, I was approving of his domestic activities. Then I asked again on an impulse, "how is your work doing darling, I don't see you very involved recently, are you running out of projects?" His expression changed instantly to concern. I could read him like an open book. I was questioning his professional activities. He answered cautiously again, "Well, last week I finished a project that kept me busy for nearly three months and I have no other big project to replace it. Of course I have lots of bits and pieces that I have to take care off, like questions from old clients, searching for the new computer trends etc. You know how a free lancer's work is Jess; you can have hectic and slow moments." I decided to calm him down and encourage him on his domestic activities; I knew he wanted my approval and 'blessing'. "You can concentrate in your house work darling, don't get anxious about your professional activities, I told you before and I repeat it now, my salary is more than satisfactory and I have the extra income from my grand father's trust. We can live very comfortably with my income. You can do your projects and you can chase your work but only if it satisfies you to do so. If in the other hand you prefer to be the home maker I am more than happy to let you play that role." He looked at me clearly relieved, even excited, "Are you comfortable with that Jess? I admit to you again that I love housework; it calms me and makes me happy. I know it sounds peculiar, but that's the way I feel." "I fully understand Mark, in fact I encourage you whole heartily to cultivate that side of yours, I told you that many times during the weekend." I stopped and looked at him again, "Now tell me darling, who is going to do the housework today, Mark or Marcia?" He blushed all over like a school girl but he managed to smile and said to me, "Marcia will do the housework if you don't mind darling." I smiled at him encouragingly, "Of course I don't mind darling, Marcia has to come out now that her secret is revealed." I looked at my watch, "I better go, it's Monday and Mr. Lewis is particularly demanding on Mondays. Bye darling, be good, I'll ring you later." I gave him a hug and a kiss; he squeezed me in his arms and whispered to me, "Thank you Jess for letting me express myself freely; I never had that chance before, I am ever so grateful to you!" I simply answered from the door half jokingly, "You better start moving Marcia, you have lots of work to do and I am going to inspect the house when I come back this evening; and think of something nice to cook for dinner, we will celebrate your first day as a homemaker." I saw him blushing deeply as I closed the door, I gave him 'carte blanche' to be Marcia for the whole day.