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Chapter Eighteen - Girls Shop, I Clean In the morning, I awoke to find Grace still cuddled behind me, one hand cupping my entrapment device. I carefully removed her hand and slid from the bed. I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I wanted to get dressed and then prepare breakfast for everyone before their planned shopping adventure. My image in the bathroom mirror made me pause. I saw before me a creature that was not altogether unattractive. I mean, I could see the male me in the face. But the rest of it - the corset, the panties, the stockings, the eye makeup and smeared lipstick - it was so unmistakably feminine. And yet, despite my misgivings about what Grace led me to do for her, I knew deep within myself that when I was dressed completely to appear as a woman, with breast forms and a wig, I accepted my appearance much more readily. Methodically, as comfortably as if I'd been doing it my entire life, I began removing the sexy underwear. After stepping out of my panties, I carefully unclipped each of the garter clips and then removed each of the fashion quality silk stockings. Next, I lowered the zipper on the front of the corset and then unclipped it. Although I'd grown accustomed to the tightness of the shaping garment, it was a significant relief to remove it from around my body. I stepped into the steaming hot shower and thoroughly scrubbed, paying special attention to my eyes and mouth. I didn't want any telltale signs of having been wearing makeup for our mothers or Rhonda to notice. Without even thinking about it, I selected a pair of white lace panties out of Grace's panty drawer. I then stepped into a pair of jeans and put on a Washington Nationals t-shirt. Quietly, I opened the bedroom door and went to the kitchen to make coffee and to get breakfast going for the women. Grace, thankfully, had been grocery shopping and stocked up on some fresh fruit and muffins. That made my job easier. As I was slicing the fruit, Rhonda came into the kitchen. She was already dressed for the day. She wore a pair of tight, form-fitting, hip-hugger jeans that revealed what a nice figure my sister had, despite having given birth to two children. A red-checked gingham blouse, with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of knee-high, brown leather, high-heeled boots gave Rhonda an urban chic look. "Good morning," I greeted her. "You look very nice Rhonda." "Thanks Dan," she replied. "Mind if I pour some coffee?" "Have a seat," I told her. "Cream. No sugar. Right?" "That's right. My, my, but you really have become quite the domestic Dan." "I suppose," I chuckled. "I just want to make sure you and mom, and Mrs. Andrews, enjoy your weekend." "That's nice," she answered. "But I've noticed how you are around Grace. You're very, well, deferential, to her. Last night, for instance, you very naturally rubbed her sore feet when we were sitting on the balcony. And at dinner, you deferred to her choice of wine and everything. She's lucky to be getting you Dan." I smiled, hearing my sister so astutely size up my relationship with Grace. "Do you think so?" "What!? Are you kidding? If Tom had been even remotely as attentive to my needs as you seem to be to Grace's, we'd probably still be married. No, little brother, any woman would be lucky to marry you. And you lucked out too I'd say. Grace is a beautiful woman." I considered what Rhonda said. She was right about her ex. He wasn't very tuned in to her needs. When I thought about it, he was very much a guy's guy. Very macho. Maybe Rhonda was right. Maybe Grace was lucky to have me. And vice versa. "I suppose," I agreed. "She is beautiful. Isn't she?" "A knockout is the word I'd use," Rhonda smiled. Just then Grace walked out of her bedroom. As she entered the kitchen Rhonda and I stopped our conversation. "What's up?" Grace asked. "Are y'all talking about me?" Rhonda laughed. "Guilty," she said, raising her hand above her head. Grace looked at me. I said, "We were just talking about how beautiful you are. And you are," I added. "Oh well, in that case," Grace teased. "Carry on. Don't let me interrupt you." Grace did look beautiful too. She was wearing a bright red, silk mini- skirt, and a tight white pullover. She was also wearing stockings and black high heels. I suspected she was wearing the heels because she was going to be trying on wedding gowns. "I think I'll give our moms a call," Grace said. "We need to get moving. Mandy will be meeting us at the wedding shop." I finished organizing breakfast while she called down to the guest apartment. Rhonda helped me carry the trays of food and coffee to the balcony. We all served ourselves, and began eating. Momentarily, we heard the elevator door chime and our moms exited, laughing hysterically. "Stop it Meredith!" I heard my mom exclaim. "You are such a naughty girl!" "I am, aren't I?" Mrs. Andrews laughed back. "Don't you just love it?" Then, my mom lowered her voice and said, "Now you behave in front of the children," she chastised Grace's mother. We all greeted them as they entered the balcony. "You two sure sound like you're having fun together," Rhonda noted. "Oh, we are," Mrs. Andrews replied. "I just love your mother. She is a true delight." Grace chimed in, "Well, that's one problem Danni and I won't have to worry about then - who to have over for the holidays. We can all be one big, happy family." "Sounds good to me," my mom agreed. Both of them looked very pretty. Radiant even. My mother was wearing a beige dress that accentuated her slender figure. Mrs. Andrews was a little more risqu?, for an older woman. She wore a dark grey, form-fitting, A-line skirt, and a light grey sweater that clung firmly to her large breasts. "Breakfast looks lovely!" Mrs. Andrews exclaimed. "Thank you Grace," she said. "Uh," Rhonda interrupted. "My little brother made breakfast," she corrected. "Oh! Well! Isn't that nice!" she said. As we ate, the women talked about their plans for the day, and decided when they needed to return to get ready for Mandy's cocktail party tonight. They decided that if they were home by four o'clock, that would leave them plenty of time to get ready. My mom wanted to know what I was going to do while they shopped. I said that I had a few things to do at the office, so I'd go there while they shopped. At least that was going to be my cover lie for what I was really going to do while they shopped - namely, transform into Grace's maid. "What time is Sissy supposed to get here Grace?" Rhonda asked. "Sissy?" my mom inquired. "Who is that?" "It's Grace's maid mom," Rhonda told her. "She's going to come in today to clean up for us." "Really?" Mrs. Andrews joined in. "How nice Grace." "Yeah," Grace said. "In fact, she's going to be doing some laundry for me. So if anyone has anything they need washed, just leave it on your beds. She'll take care of it for you. And if you have any ironing for tonight, leave that out too." My mother looked embarrassed as she spoke. "Ah, Grace?" she began. "Is, is your, ah, Sissy discreet?" Grace gave her a funny look. In fact, I think we all did. But Grace responded in a very kind and gentle manner. "Of course she is Claire. I'd trust my Sissy with my closest secrets. You can too, I assure you." I couldn't avoid fuming inside at Grace's volunteering me for so many tasks for the other women. I understood that I was going to do Grace's laundry. I didn't know why she felt it necessary for me to do our mothers' or Rhonda's. We finished eating breakfast and then the women got their purses and prepared to leave. My mom and Mrs. Andrews wanted to stop in at their apartment to set out a few things for Sissy to take care of for them. By the time they left, it was ten o'clock. Grace gave me hug and a kiss before they exited and whispered in my ear, "I'll be thinking of my sexy little Sissy all day while I'm trying on wedding dresses." My penis twitched involuntarily inside of the cock cage. I gave them enough time to be sure they weren't returning and then quickly prepared to transform myself. When I entered the guest room, where Sissy kept her uniforms, I immediately saw that my sister was taking advantage of Grace's offer to have Sissy do laundry for her. Lying on the bed was a sexy, red lace thong, that she must have worn the previous evening, along with a matching bra and garter belt, as well as the stockings she'd worn last night. I wondered what Rhonda would think if she knew her little brother was dressing up as a French maid and then getting ready to hand-wash her dirty panties. I gathered my foundation garments from the drawer where they were neatly folded, as well as my breast forms. I decided to wear the baby blue maid's uniform with the matching, blue five-inch high heels. I carried everything into Grace's room to get dressed. Before putting the dress on, but after I'd put on my under garments, I sat down to Grace's vanity to apply makeup. I amazed myself at how deftly I applied the basic foundation makeup to transform my look. I clipped on a pair of pearl earrings and then selected the long auburn wig to fit onto my head. After slipping my feet into the heels, I walked to Grace's full-length mirror, to check out my appearance. As usual, when I saw my feminized form, I was amazed at how sexy I looked, and how my own image aroused me. Once I was dressed, I set to work. I had developed a routine for doing the laundry and changing the sheets on the bed. Today, especially, I had to be efficient. I wanted to be done in plenty of time to change back to Dan before everyone returned. I quickly stripped the beds in Grace's and Rhonda's room. I carried the dirty sheets to the washing machine and stuffed it full, turning on the first load. I then went into Grace's room to collect her dirty laundry. As usual, she had a full load of intimates that would require hand washing. After carrying her clothes to the laundry room and separating everything for washing, I went to Rhonda's room to get the few items she'd left for Sissy. I smiled as I thought of my sister, divorced now, wearing sexy lingerie. At least, I figured, she must have some hope of finding a new man, or else she probably wouldn't go to the trouble to select such sexy lingerie. I held her thong up between my thumb and forefinger, examining the tiny pair of undies. It didn't even strike me as weird as I did what I did next. I couldn't resist. I placed the tiny crotch close to my nose and inhaled a deep breath, taking in the womanly scent that was my big sister. My penis twitched inside of its plexi-glass prison. I took her intimates into the laundry room, dropped them into the laundry sink, squirted in some mild detergent, and then turned on some warm water. I let them soak for a few minutes and then carefully hand scrubbed each item, paying special attention to the narrow crotch in the thong. After rinsing them, I hung them to dry. Next I gathered my fiance's dirty lingerie. I examined the crotch of each pair of panties before placing them in the water to soak. Several pair were quite crusty from Grace's excretions. After breathing in deep breaths of her aroma, I let them all drop into the sink to soak for a while. While they soaked, I went to the linen closet, pulled out two sets of clean sheets, and then made each of the two beds in Grace's apartment. Now, I needed to go to the guest apartment to change the beds down there, and, if either my mom or Mrs. Andrews had left any laundry, to gather what they'd left. I hoped against hope that that would not be the case. I picked up the key to the guest apartment and then entered the elevator to go down two floors to the guest apartment. 'Please God,' I prayed silently. 'Don't let there be anyone in the hallway.' Maybe I needed to consider going to church. As soon as the doors opened on the floor where the apartment was located, a couple was exiting their apartment to walk down the hall. Crap! I had to walk right past them. Oh well. I was learning that the best way to pass was to act as feminine as possible. I stepped forward and let my hips sway as I walked deliberately to my destination. I could see the different looks in each of their eyes. The woman looked at me with an amused glint in her eye, seeing a woman dressed as I was in public. The man's look I recognized. He wanted to fuck me. I smiled politely, but didn't say a word. I quickly walked to the guest apartment door, inserted the key, and opened the door, and then disappeared inside. My heart was racing one hundred miles per hour. I leaned back against the front door to gather myself. After a few minutes, my equilibrium returned. Okay. Time to get this place straight. I went to the room where I'd left my mother's bag the night before. Hmm. The bed was already made. And guess what? No clothes left out to be laundered. 'Thank you mom!' I thought appreciatively. The only thing she'd done was leave out a cotton pleated dress. She must want the pleats ironed fresh for tonight. Okay. That would take awhile. Still, I was thankful for small favors. I took the dress out of her room and laid it over the back of the couch near the front door so I wouldn't forget to take it to Grace's to iron. Then I entered Mrs. Andrews bedroom. Already my heart was pounding. I was very nervous about the prospect of having to launder her underwear. Maybe, like my mother, she'd be more modest and wouldn't want a stranger, even her own daughter's maid, handling the intimate clothes she wore next to her body. I swung open her bedroom door and surveyed her room. For one thing, Mrs. Andrews' bed was not made. In fact, it was a mess. The sheets looked like someone had had a fight in them. Then, I saw them. Lying in a pile on the side of the bed nearest to the bathroom. The unmistakable fabric of a woman's lingerie. Nylon. I walked around to that side of the bed and began sorting out the various items lying there. There was a pink Rago waist cincher that was trimmed in black. There was a matching bullet bra as well. To round out the set, there was a pink garter belt with four clips on each side, a pair of black Cuban heeled silk stockings, and a pair of pink French cut panties. The last item was a flimsy, red, see-through baby-doll nightie. It seemed like such a strange thing for an older woman, such as Grace's mother, to be wearing. I lifted the panties and looked at the crotch. There was a light brown stain that faded to yellow. I brought them up to my nose and let the scent waft beneath my nostrils. Fuck me! I couldn't believe I was standing here sniffing my future mother-in-law's underwear. What was wrong with me?! Fuck! But I couldn't resist. I pressed them firmly under my nostrils and breathed in deeply. Mrs. Andrews's panties were pungent with feminine scent. Suddenly, I dropped them like they were on fire. I couldn't do this! It was sick! I picked up the entire pile of lingerie and carried them to the couch by the front door, again to carry up to Grace's to wash. Determined to get this task behind me, I marched back into Mrs. Andrews' bedroom and began stripping the sheets from the bed. As I did, I dropped one of the pillowcases onto the floor. When I bent over to pick it up, something caught my eye just under the bed. It couldn't be! No! Yes! It was! I could not believe my eyes. Lying next to Mrs. Andrews' bed was a long, double ended dildo. In fact, it looked identical to the one Grace had used on me the night before. Fuck! Grace and her mom were two of a kind. I tentatively reached out to pick it up. I examined it for signs of use. It was impossible to tell by looking at it. It was none of my business if Mrs. Andrews used a dildo. After all, who was I to judge? Still, I lifted it to my nose and sniffed. Yeah! She'd used it. I stuck my tongue out and licked it. Fuck me! I couldn't resist myself. I wanted to taste her. I slid it into my mouth and sucked it, tasting the remnant of her pussy juice. I turned it around and sucked the other end. Yes! She'd used both ends. Oh my God! My penis swelled feverishly, creating a painful feeling as it attempted unsuccessfully to break free of its acrylic entrapment. I didn't care. God! I loved the taste! Despite knowing that what I was doing was wrong on so many levels, I licked and sucked it all over until it was clean. Then, I carried it to the bathroom, turned on the warm water and washed it. After drying it off, I returned it to the floor, by the bed, where I'd found it. I had to get myself together. I had a lot of work to do before the women returned from shopping for Grace's wedding gown. I picked up the clean bottom sheet I'd brought to change Mrs. Andrews' bed, and flung it out over the mattress. I tucked the top corner on one side, moved to the bottom, and then walked around to the other side of the bed. As I walked around to the other side I noticed a pile of clothes lying on the floor. I did a double take as my eyes processed what I was seeing. It was - it was another pile of women's lingerie. I picked up the first item and lifted it to check it out. It was another nightie. Another baby-doll. This one sheer white. Beneath the baby-doll was an open-bottom girdle. My stomach began turning somersaults. Oh fuck! It couldn't possibly be! The girdle - with eight garter clips all around looked familiar. I racked my brain. Then I noticed the white panties lying next to the stockings and bra. They were Vanity Fair, Lace Nouveau. I knew those underwear. And the bra - a Playtex Living Bra. The girdle was a Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle," open-bottom girdle. I was stunned. Beyond shock almost. The lingerie I'd just discovered - they were my own mother's underwear. My mind couldn't process what it was seeing. What was my mother's underwear doing in Mrs. Andrews' bedroom? I picked up the soiled panties that were lying on the floor. My mother's panties. Panties that I was very familiar with. Childhood memories flooded my consciousness. I don't remember exactly how old I was. I was young. My father had already died. But I remember going into my mother's bedroom one time when she was out, and Rhonda was babysitting for me. I went into her laundry hamper and found the lightweight garments. They felt nothing like my cotton jockey shorts. I don't know what made me do it the first time, but I put them on, and the sensual overload was incredible. I loved the way her underwear felt. From then on, whenever I could, I would sneak into her room and try on her dirty lingerie that was in the hamper. I loved the secure feeling from the girdle. I lifted her panties to my nose and the memories of my mother's scent returned to me. Recalling those days from my childhood, I remembered that I continued to sneak into my mother's underwear until I was about twelve. Then, one day, I was wearing her panties, girdle, bra and stockings, the same brands as were on the floor before me now. Suddenly, I could feel a presence. I turned, and there stood my mother in her doorway watching me. I must have turned fire engine red. Even as a child, I knew intuitively how wrong it was for a boy to wear a girl's underwear. I knew that I must be queer, or something, to do that. The look of disappointment in my mother's eyes crushed me. "Danny," I remembered she'd said. "Please return my underwear to wherever you found them," she had told me without emotion. But I knew she meant business. "Those are girl's clothes Danny. Are you a girl?" she asked me to underscore her words. I was near tears as I shook my head 'no.' "Then you shouldn't be wearing girls clothes, should you?" "No ma'am," I said, shame filling my world. "I don't want to find you wearing my panties again Danny. Am I clear?" "Yes ma'am," I whispered. And we never spoke of it again. And I never touched her underwear again. But I wanted to. I just never wanted to risk seeing her look of disappointment again. So I resisted. And I never wore lingerie again, until Grace. And then, it was reluctantly. I associated it with the shame from the day my mother caught me wearing her panties. Now, though, I sucked in a nostril full of her unmistakable aroma. Ahhhh! I loved it! Nothing could change that reality. Then, I wondered, why were my mother's underthings in Mrs. Andrews' room? And why were there two nighties on the floor. Two sexy nighties. And then I remembered that my mom's bed was made. Had it even been slept in? Could my mom and Mrs. Andrews...? No way! I refused to believe what the evidence was pointing to. I didn't have time to worry about this right now. Besides, if what I suspected were true, I couldn't say anything about it without revealing that I was Grace's maid, Sissy. This was fucked up though. I finished making the bed and returned to Grace's apartment with all of the lingerie and quickly went to work hand washing everything. Every woman in the apartment tonight would have panties that I washed for them. What a fucking irony. I was able to get everything washed and dried by three o'clock. The next thing I had to do was to iron the pleats in my mother's dress. That took longer than I thought it would, though I think I did I very nice job of it. Finally, I carefully folded each item of lingerie for each of the women. I returned Grace's various items to the appropriate drawer. I put Rhonda's in a stack on the corner of her bed. I had to make one more trek into the public corridors. Carrying my mother's and Mrs. Andrews clean lingerie in one arm, and my mother's dress over the other, I entered the elevator and made the final perilous journey of the day. I didn't bother praying to God to protect me this time. I knew I was on my own. The elevator doors opened and no one was there. Yes! When I got to the door, I had some trouble with the key because my hands were full. As I struggled, the door of the next apartment opened. A tall, well-dressed man stepped into the hallway. He could see me having difficulty. His presence only made me more nervous and thus, I had even more trouble. "May I help you Miss," he asked politely. Fuck! He was speaking to me. Why wouldn't he just go away? "Miss?" he persisted. "Are you alright?" Whispering, attempting to make my voice sound as feminine as possible, I answered, "I'm fine," hoping that would satisfy him and he'd go on about his business. Just then I lost my hold on the lingerie and it all fell in a heap in the hall. Reflexively, not even thinking about the view I was revealing to the stranger, namely, my lace-covered panties that were revealed beneath my petticoats, I stooped to pick up the unmentionables strewn about the hall. As I fumbled, now completely shaken and frazzled, he moved closer. The next thing I knew, his hands were on my waist. Frightened beyond description, I grabbed the pile of lingerie and stood up, turning toward this man as I did. Suddenly, we were face to face. Surely he could see the animal fear and panic in my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, true concern in his voice. His eyes fell to the balled up nylon in my hands. His face lit up in recognition of what he saw, and thus why I was embarrassed. "Oh! I'm sorry," he said. "Please excuse me Miss." "It's okay," I whispered. He took the key from my hand. "Let me help you with the door," he said as he smiled warmly at me. I was unable to speak to thank him, or to tell him to just leave me alone. "I take it you work here?" he inquired. "Yes sir," I answered. "Who for?" Fuck! Was I going to have to tell this guy my life story? "Miss Andrews," I answered. "Oh! Grace," he exclaimed. "I didn't realize she had a maid. Especially not one so pretty," he commented flirtingly. I smiled uncomfortably at his compliment. 'Please just step aside and let me go about my business,' I thought desperately. "Do you have a name Miss?" Damn! "Yes sir," I answered. He smiled at me as he pressed forward. "And that name is....?" "Sissy," I barely whispered. "Sissy?" he repeated. "Really? That's an interesting name," he said. I said nothing. He reached toward me and touched my cheek. "You are a very pretty girl Sissy," he said. I was completely freaking out by now. This fucker was coming on to me! "Sir," I began. "Miss Andrews is expecting me upstairs," I lied. He smiled knowingly at me, as if he'd underestimated me. "I see," he said, as he removed his hand from my face. "Maybe some other time," he added. "Unless...." he trailed off, his smile now more lecherous than polite. I gulped. I was completely unprepared for this situation. Is this what women had to tolerate? "Excuse me?" "I just want you to be sure," he replied cryptically. "Su, sure?" I asked innocently. "Yeah," he continued. "Sure you don't want me to bend you over the couch and fuck your lights out." Oh no! What was I going to do? This guy wasn't nice at all. He was a pig! And yet, I was actually fearful of upsetting a tenant of the building. To him, I was the hired help. The last thing I needed was to cause a scene. Sounding as polite and conciliatory as I could, I said, "Please sir, if you don't mind. I really do need to get back to Miss Andrews. She'll be looking for me," I basically begged him to leave me alone. He eyed me as if trying to gauge my veracity. "Okay Sissy," he hissed evilly. "But if I were you, I'd be careful who you show off that hot little ass of yours to when you're picking up lingerie from the floor. The next guy might not be so polite." Embarrassed at what I'd unintentionally done, I squeaked, "Yes sir." Handing me back the key, he said, "Tell Grace I'll see her Monday." 'See her Monday?' What did he mean by that? "Okay," I answered. "Sissy?" "Yes? "My name is Roger Dunn." "Yes Mr. Dunn," I acknowledged. Finally, he left me alone. I quickly disappeared into the guest apartment. My heart was racing out of control. I think he actually thought I was a woman. A glance at the clock let me know I was running out of time. I went to my mother's unused room and hung her dress where she'd left it. Then I went to Mrs. Andrews' room and began refolding their lingerie. I laid them on either corner of the bed that I assumed they would share again tonight. I hurried out as quickly as I could. I checked both directions, and then hurried to the elevator to return to the refuge of Grace's apartment. As soon as I got there I went to Grace's room, took off my maid's uniform and then showered, to remove all of my makeup. I put on the clothes I was wearing this morning before they left. Slipping into Rhonda's room, I hung my dress back up, put my heels on the floor of the closet, and then put my breast forms and foundation garments away. I made it! Finally, I could relax. At least, I didn't have to worry about my mother and sister catching me dressed up like a French maid. Fuck! What a day! I poured a glass of wine and sat on the balcony to await the return of the girls. I tried my best to forget about my encounter with Roger Dunn, the lech on the 17th floor. It wasn't so much his vulgar come-on to me. It was his implication about Grace. Why were they going to be seeing each other this Monday? And how was I going to broach it with her? Surely there had to be an innocent explanation. Still, I didn't like the idea of her even being in the company of such a gross man. Before long, the elevator doorbell rang, signaling the return of the women. They exited, laughing uproariously. It seemed they'd had a splendid day. Whereas I, on the other hand, spent my day cleaning their dirty underwear, making a very uncomfortable discovery about my mother, and being hit on by one of the male tenants in the building. Sharp contrasts indeed! They were each carrying several bags. I noticed that everyone had at least one bag labeled, "Satin & Lace." Apparently Grace had taken them to visit her favorite lingerie store. Grace called out for me. "Honey! We're home!" "I see that," I responded as I walked to greet them. "Wow! Did you guys buy out Georgetown?" "Ha!" Grace replied. "Not quite." Rhonda added, "But not because we didn't try." They all laughed. "So," I began, "Was it a successful shopping trip? Did you find a dress?" The women looked at each other in a feminine conspiratorial manner. "Sort of," Grace answered. "Sort of?" "Well, it's down to two dresses. I couldn't decide. So, your sister came up with a great idea." "Oh yeah? What's that?" "I told her to buy them both. She can decide which one she'll wear for the wedding later." "Hmmmm," I responded. "I suppose that's one way to do it. No matter. You'll be beautiful no matter what you wear," I added. Grace approached and hugged me. "Aren't you sweet baby! Thank you," she said. "You really are going to be the perfect hubby!" I smiled at her comment. Then Mrs. Andrews said, "Anyway, once we got the wedding dress taken care of, we had so much time left that we decided to go shopping for ourselves." "I can see," I said. My mom explained, "Grace took us all to this really fancy lingerie shop and the next thing I know, we're all buying all sorts of pretty things. It was really something," she noted. "And that's not all," Mrs. Andrews continued. "We each bought new outfits to wear to the party tonight. So we're all going to be in new everything, outside, and underneath too," she giggled. "I even bought you a few things to wear tonight Danni," Grace told me. I nearly choked. Then she went on, "I think you're going to like the suit I bought for you. It will go well with my dress." "Danny?" my mother asked me. "Do you think I could get a glass of that wine son?" "Sure mom," I told her. "Anyone else?" Everyone agreed they could use a drink. So I went to retrieve glasses for everyone, and a full bottle of wine. As I returned to pour them, the women were all making themselves comfortable. I filled glasses and passed them out. Then, I proposed a toast, "To a successful shopping trip!" "Cheers!" they all agreed. I took a seat next to Grace and we sipped our wine. Grace asked me, "So, did you get all of your chores done today baby," hinting at my duties as Sissy, but leaving her question open to being interpreted as what I did at the office. I felt my face blush just a bit when she brought up my activities of the day. "Yes. I did," I told her. "Well," she replied. "I thought of you busy as a bee all day. I'm glad you got everything done." Grace's mother stood up and, addressing my mother, said, "Claire? I think I'm going to go to the apartment to begin getting ready for the party tonight. It takes longer to make this old face pretty than it used to. Would you care to join me?" she asked, a flirty tone in her voice. My mother blushed, but said, "Yes Meredith. That sounds like a lovely idea." They each refilled their glasses and left the three of us on the balcony. When they were gone, Rhonda said, "I think our mothers genuinely like each other." "Yes," agreed Grace. "They do. What do you think Danni?" I hesitated, because I strongly suspected there was more going on between them than simply liking each other. But I couldn't say anything, or else I'd risk revealing to Rhonda that I was in a position to know something I maybe shouldn't know. Instead, I said, "Yeah. They seem to becoming fast friends. That's good news." "Did you get back in time to see Sissy?" Rhonda asked me. She seemed extremely interested in Grace's maid. I knew my sister would know if I lied to her. I never was able to hide anything from her if she asked the right question. So, I said, "Yes. I did her see her. In fact, she left just before you guys returned home." I noticed Grace grinning slyly at my twist on the truth. "Darn!" Rhonda exclaimed. "I really want to meet your maid Grace! I'm positively intrigued that you have your own French maid." Grace laughed. "Well," she responded, "she isn't French. Just the uniforms. But maybe someday you will." My penis twitched involuntarily inside of its cage at Grace's teasing. We chatted for a while longer and then the girls decided they needed to begin getting ready for Mandy's party. As Grace rose, she took hold of my hand, indicating that she intended for me to come with her.