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The Halloween Help Belladonna "YOU DID WHAT?" George shrieked at his wife. "I told my sister that you'd work her party," Jenny responded with nonchalance. "Gee, thanks for consulting with me before you volunteered me," George rejoined, shaking his head at the thought of working at his lesbian sister-in-law's annual Halloween party. "All you got to do is help setup and do a little waitressing," Jenny replied, peeved at her husband's dismissive response to what she had agreed to on his behalf. "Do you know how embarrassing that would be?" George countered. "You've gone there in drag before," Jenny responded with a shake of her head. "I was just another guest. Now, you're going to have me going around to everyone," George replied. "The help is always the least visible," Jenny joked. "Not when they're the cross-dresser." "Oh, like you'd be the only one. There are more girls there in pants than guys," Jenny replied with a laugh. "Usually I'm the only straight guy there." "Most of their friends are gay, what were you going to do anyway?" "I was planning on not going." "All because you won't have your wife's skirt to hide behind," Jenny rejoined before laughing again. "I only go because you go." "No. You go because you like the chance to strut around in heels and a dress in public," Jenny retorted. George blushed as he admitted, "Okay, there's a little truth there." "More than a little," Jenny countered. "It'd be weird though." "You already told me that you don't want to go because you'll have no one to talk to. My sister's giving you the chance to go without having to talk to anyone, other than to ask them if they want this or that." Jenny's description of the situation gave George pause. He started to mull it over before she added, "It's a chance for you to get your whole sissy thing on with strangers, and it only comes once a year." "I'll still have to pass," George said, breaking his silence. Jenny shook her head as she asked, "When will this chance come again?" "Next year," George retorted. "But that's a full year away," Jenny replied with a smile. "All of her friends are gay. I don't want some gay guy pawing at me," George admitted. "Oh, come on! They probably have softer hands than some of Debbie's lesbian friends, and I'm happy to not have to worry about the girls pawing at you," Jenny teased as she raised her eyebrows. "You're not helping your cause," George replied with a shake of his head. "It's gay friendly. You wouldn't be the first TG guy there." "But those are transsexuals. There's a difference between me being the one real cross-dresser and the transsexuals. We aren't one and the same!" "What about the gay cross-dressers?" "They're not really cross-dressers! They're just in it for the camp," George replied based on his many conversations with others en femme at his sister-in-law's parties. "You used the word 'Camp'? Well, now, I'm beginning to wonder if you're gay..." Jenny replied with a grin before laughing. George shook his head as Jenny added, "My sister really needs the help. You know I always help her out." "So, I should do it instead, just because you can't?" George countered. "If the maid cap fits... then yes!" George shook his head at his grinning wife before she continued, "If I didn't have to go on this business trip, you know, for a fact, that I'd be there." "I know that." "And I want you to go. It's better than spending the night alone, cleaning up after no one, right?" His wife's claims made George roll his eyes. Although peeved at George's response, Jenny continued, "Come on, my sister will love ordering you around." "Well, she is your sister..." George countered with a smirk. "Oh, you love it!" Jenny replied, knowing that she had pushed the right button on her husband. "I love you!" "Well, she'll be even more fun for you because she's not going to be nice about it like me because of all that gooey and sticky love stuff. She'll probably be way, way more demanding," Jenny responded, pushing the easiest button that George had to push. "I'm sure you'd see to it." "A good wife only wants to please her sissy," Jenny joked. "Am I going to hear the end of this from either you if I don't do it?" George inquired. "No," Jenny answered with a grin and a shake of her head. "I guess that settles it then," George replied. Jenny nodded as she thought, 'Like your sissy ass is not going to love every minute of it.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours before the party was to start, George walked up his sister- in-law's stoop with a bag in his hand. He knocked upon the door and waited for Debbie to open it. Debbie strolled towards the door and drew it open. Her eyes widened as she gave George's outfit a dirty look. "What's wrong?" George asked while he stepped inside with one hand in the pocket of his jacket. "You're a little too old for the little thug outfit," Debbie answered with a shake of her head at his baggy jeans. "What's wrong with them?" George asked as he pulled one leg up, showing the low heeled shoes and black sheer pantyhose that they had been obscuring. Debbie's eyes darted up to George's smiling face as he put down his bag, unzipped his jacket and showed the black maid's uniform with a white collar that the long jacket had concealed. She shook her head at George as he pulled off the jacket. The arching of his back, made the small breast forms on his chest more prominent as they pushed against the bust of his uniform. George stepped out of his low block, black heels and dropped his pants to Debbie's bemusement. As he placed his pantyhose covered feet back into his low heels, George asked, "Is this more appropriate?" Debbie replied with a shake of her head, "It's barely an improvement." "What were you expecting?" George retorted while he held his hands out to the sides, flashing his freshly painted, black nails in the process. She gave another shake of her head at his outfit before she replied, "That outfit's way too prim and proper for one of my parties. You know me and my friends are not conservative people, George." "All because they wouldn't let you marry?" George asked with a grin. "It goes deeper than that," Debbie rejoined before she said, "Well, it's lucky for you that I prepared for the worst." "What do you mean?" George asked as Debbie walked over to a closet and pulled a costume out. George's eyes widened as he looked over the French Maid costume in her hands. George shook his head at the lace, low cut neckline and short vinyl skirt of the black dress. "You can't expect me to wear that!" "Why not? You've worn way sluttier costumes here before." "But that's too much. It'll make people think I'm..." "What? A sissy? Gay? There's going to be nothing but gay people here, George. You might as well fit in," Debbie joked. George blushed at her words before she said, "And tell me you're going to do something with that hair." "It's all in the bag," George replied. "Alright, well, get changed and come and see me." "You really want me to wear this," George asked as his sister-in-law handed him the maid's costume. "It's a costume party. We're not going for realism, George," Debbie responded in a dismissive tone. George nodded in response while Debbie went to attend to the food in the kitchen. George walked towards her bathroom and drew the door open. He stepped inside and placed the bag down. George hung the costume up on the hook on the back of the door before he began to undo the front buttons of his uniform. He slipped his arms out of the short sleeves before he dropped the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. He folded the uniform and put it on the counter top before he took hold of the costume with a shake of his head. Putting on the French Maid costume was almost too much for him to handle. He was glad that his wife would not see him wearing it. While she had long teased him for the staid maid's uniforms he wore to clean their home, he was sure that she would be merciless if she saw him dressed in a fetish maid's costume with a mesh bodice with a centered white lace panel that was bookended by the short vinyl skirt and a single, white bow at the center of his neckline over the bust. George pulled the costume over his head and brought it down his body. No matter how he adjusted the dress, it showed his breast forms, making it even clearer that he was a man in drag. While he knew there would be no hiding the fact, he was not happy about the illusion-shattering glimpse of his breast forms that would be on display to everyone at the party. Resigned to it, George reached for the hook and eye closures at the bust before he hooked the closures at the seat of his dress. George's hands then lingered on the black lace overlay and white inserts that covered the vinyl skirt to give it the appearance of layers. Pulling his hands away, George reached down into his bag. As he did so, he felt the dress's body-hugging bodice pressing into the stomach that it was shaping. George shook his head while he muttered in a sarcastic tone, "Yah, that's not going to hinder my work." He stood back up with his makeup in his hand. He painted his face with red lipstick, blush, black eyeliner and black eyeshadow before he finished his makeup by applying his mascara. Batting his eyes and smacking his lips, George reached into the bag and removed a wig cap and a black bob wig. The fact that he chose the shorthaired wig to ensure that it did not interfere with his work that evening seemed quaint as he continued to feel the compression caused by the dress that Debbie had selected for him. George shifted the wig around on his head. Once he had the wig situated the way he liked it, he pinned it in place to his wig cap. After putting his uniform into the bag, George slipped his feet into his low-heeled shoes. He gazed down at his body and shifted his legs in the short dress that flared away from his body. He was certain that his rear would be exposed in the dress. He shook his head at his appearance while he reached for the doorknob. George drew the door open and stepped out of the bathroom, feeling exposed. It was only the sound of his heels clicking on Debbie's wood floors that felt comforting to him while he walked over to his sister- in-law. "Do you really think this works?" George asked in an exasperated tone as he pointed to his costume. "I think it looks great on you," Debbie answered. "You can see my forms," George replied while he cupped his faux breasts. "So what? Did you think anybody was going to think you were really a girl? With that face?" George blushed as he shook his head and answered, "No." "So, what's the problem if they see your forms or that lacy black bra?" "Ah, damn it," George whined while he realized that his bra was partly exposed. Debbie laughed as she said, "It's all in good fun, George." George shrugged at her claim before she added, "I just wish we could do something about those shoes!" "You don't have a pair do you?" George asked, trying to hide his alarm at the prospect. "I didn't have your size. I didn't think you'd wear anything that ugly, otherwise I would have taken an educated guess." "These aren't ugly, they're functional." "Ugh...you sound like a girl," Debbie replied with a shake of her head. "Is that supposed to be a slur?" George asked. "Only straight men would take it that way." "I thought gay guys don't like being treated like girls." "They don't, but..." "But what?" "Never mind. Wait? Wait! That's right! Jenny told me you have a pair of driving shoes." "My flats?" "How do they look?" "I think they're pretty," George answered. "Go get them." "Oh, they're in my car." "So, go get them." "I'd have to change again," George replied. "Why?" Debbie inquired. "I can't go outside like this in broad daylight." "Who's going to see you?" "Anyone looking in my general direction," George countered, horrified by the prospect of being seen in the costume. "You afraid someone's going to think you're a slut." "What?" "That cats out of the bag. I'm sure some of my neighbors saw that sexy pirate outfit you wore last year." "That was nighttime and Jenny was wearing the same thing and wearing it better." "They're all strangers to you around here. What do you care what they have to say?" "It's embarrassing." "Well, I promised my sister I wasn't going to give you any easy outs. Go get your shoes, Hazel, and that's an order." "Hazel?" "I'm not going to call you George in that outfit. I don't like Georgie either. One of the girls who bullied me had that name." George shrugged as he laughed at the inconsistency between his name and his outfit before he acknowledged that she was right, "Hazel's a better fit for it anyway." "You know it. Now, get going." George nodded as he sauntered towards the front door. His smile faded as he kept walking. His heart started to race as he reached the doorway. George's stomach churned as he opened the door and stepped onto the stoop. George felt the feeling of the chilly autumn air under his dress and enveloping his pantyhose. The hair on George's arms stood on end as the chill on his chest made him shiver. George raced towards his car and opened the passenger side door. He reached inside and took hold of the flats he drove in most days. As he stood up and rushed to close the door behind him, George froze as he saw a man staring at him. George blushed at the man, who was clearly snickering at him. George blushed, but decided that he had to own the situation rather than hide. He was already too far gone for that. George gave the man a smile and a hurried wave before he minced towards Debbie's door in rushed steps. "Honey, check out one of Debbie's fags," the man called out to his wife, while George rushed inside with reddened cheeks. Debbie could not keep from laughing at what she saw. "Holy shit, I can't believe you did that!" "What else could I do?" George asked as he closed Debbie's front door. He was humiliated by the man's amusement at his appearance, but he was slightly aroused by it as well. Being caught had always been a fantasy. While it had not lived up to his fantasy, it was, now, something he could say he had done. He tried to put it out of his mind though as he held his flats in front of his sister-in-law. Debbie smiled at the red, rounded toe, ballerina flats with bow tie adorned low cut vamps in George's hands as she looked them over. She shrugged as she said, "I think you should have gone as Dorothy with those shoes." "I didn't want to compete with all the other Dorothy's," George joked in response, remembering that at least one man came as the character every year to Debbie's party. "Fair enough. I think they'll do. I think I would have preferred black, and I certainly would have preferred a pair of sky high heels for that costume, but they'll do." "High heels aren't really sensible to clean in," George rebutted. "God, you sound like such a woman! Are you sure you really aren't one?" Debbie rejoined, echoing her earlier criticism. George nodded at her before he slipped his feet out of his low-heeled shoes and into the flats. Debbie gave his shoes an approving nod before she said, "Why did you paint your nails black?" "It's for Halloween," George replied with a half-truth. "You were just trying to pass them off as Goth." "Maybe," George admitted. "You're too old for that bullshit, Hazel," Debbie lectured before she added, "Anyway, I've got some nail decals to help pretty up your nails." "Nail decals?" "They're stickers for your nails," Debbie explained. "What do they look like?" "This," Debbie asked as she produced the sheet of Halloween nail decals. "Those aren't bad," George replied, expecting far worse than the cartoon pumpkin, ghost and yellow-eyed black cat designs of the decals. "They're cute," Debbie corrected. As George continued to look them over, Debbie told him to fan out his fingers on the countertop. George followed her directions as he watched her place a decal on each fingertip. George smiled at the designs that Debbie applied to each of his nails. Once she finished, Debbie said, "Well, that's enough getting you ready. It's time to get work." "What do you need done?" George asked, raising his eyes to meet hers. "I need you to setup the sternos." "Simple enough," George replied before Debbie told him where he could find the sternos and racks. George followed her directions and grabbed a stepstool. He climbed a top it and felt the restriction on his stomach as he reached up. "I see London, I see France, I see Hazel's lacy underpants," Debbie said with a giggle while George came down with the racks. George blushed in response as he said, "Very mature." "I'm not the one going around flashing people like a big sissy that doesn't know how to keep her skirt down." "It's kind of hard when it's this short," George countered, trying to remind her that she was the reason he was dressed as he was. "Don't complain, just do it, unless you want to give someone the wrong idea," Debbie chided. George rolled his eyes at her, prompting Debbie to rebuke, "The help doesn't role their eyes at their betters. Understood?" "Yes," George answered. "Yes, Ma'am, next time." "I thought women didn't like to be called Ma'am," George replied. "Don't question your betters either, maid," Debbie lectured. "Yes, Ma'am," George replied with a slight curtsy. Debbie laughed as she said, "I don't know how my sister puts up with you." "She's says it's because I'm good for more than one thing." "Unlike every other guy...or so I'm told," Debbie added. "That's what she says," George replied before he went up the stepstool to reach for the sternos. He took one down at a time as he kept one hand firmly pulling his dress against the direction it wanted to go in when he reached up with his right arm. As he put the last sterno on the countertop, he turned to Debbie and reminded her, "This would be a lot easier if I was wearing my uniform." "You should just be happy I'm not making you wear the lace gloves that came with that costume. Try holding something slippery in those," Debbie countered. "Thank you, Ma'am," George replied, remembering his place. "Damn right, thank you," Debbie responded while George began to layout the racks before he put sternos beneath each. "Are we ready to put out the food?" George asked. "No. We're going to wait until after the appetizers. I want you to put those out now." "Yes, Ma'am," George replied. Debbie directed him to the fridge. George put the hot appetizers on the trays and opened the sternos before he lit them. With the hot appetizers in place, George set about defrosting the shrimp in the sink. George placed out the plates, cups and utensils while he waited for the shrimp to defrost beneath the water pouring over them. He felt the dress slightly restricting his movements with each step he took, but he was growing accustomed to working within the limitations. Once the shrimp was defrosted, George placed it on a tray and put it on the table that was going to serve as a makeshift buffet for the party. The sound of a guest knocking on the door broke George's concentration and made his heart race. Debbie called over to him, "Hazel, can you get that." "Sure," George replied in a nervous tone, despite being sure that the people beyond the door had seen en femme a number of times. "Oh, wait," Debbie called. "Yes," George responded, turning to Debbie, happy for the momentary reprieve. "I just want to give you one last thing." George's wide eyes narrowed when he saw what was in her hands. He blinked a few times as he stared at the black maid's cap that was decorated with white lace. Debbie grinned while she told him to stoop down. George nearly bowed as he presented the top of his head to Debbie. Debbie could not conceal her glee as she pinned the hat to his hair. As she removed her hands from his head, she said, "Now, you're ready to work my door." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," George replied as he reached for his hat while he walked to the door. Another knock was heard, prompting Debbie to yell, "Would you stop dawdling, Hazel." George ignored her as he drew the door open and welcomed them to Debbie's home. The lesbian couple he recognized grinned at George while he took their coats and hung them up. "Jenny's got you working the door for her sister?" One of the women inquired. "Jenny's out of town, so she asked me to fill in," George admitted. "She's out of town. Uh huh," the woman said with a smile as she turned to her wife while they walked towards Debbie. George could hear their snickering about him before they exchanged pleasantries with Debbie. George scurried into the kitchen to help Debbie get the couple drinks before he heard another knock on the door. George darted back to the door to let in the next group of revelers, hearing his flats patter against the floor as he did so. The group of gay men made George blush while they complimented his outfit and his appearance in it. Despite his embarrassment, George managed to thank the men. The sight of a couple walking through the door brought George away from the group to get the couple's jackets. Once most of the forty-six partygoers were in Debbie's home, she ordered George to leave his post by the door. George then walked into the kitchen. Debbie turned towards George and said, "Hazel, take a tray of shrimp into the living room." "Okay," George replied while he went to grab one of the tin trays. Debbie stopped in his tracks as she said, "I meant on a platter." "Sorry," George replied to her chiding. Debbie rolled her eyes as she placed a silver plated platter on the countertop. George thanked her before he transferred the contents of the tin tray to the platter. He put a filled toothpick holder on the tray and then turned towards the living room. George forced a smile to his face as he walked through the archway into the room. He walked up to the first group of chatting revelers and asked, "Would you like some shrimp?" Some of the women took the shrimp from George. Some thanked him, while others merely took the shrimp. Once they were done, George moved towards a group of gay men. His heart raced while he approached them. He feared what they would say to him. The men chuckled as he moved toward them with obvious trepidation. One turned to another before he said to George, "Debbie doesn't have you serving the shrimp from between your breasts?" George's jaw dropped as the man reached over and squeezed one of his falsies. While he knew the man meant no offense, he was still embarrassed by the violation of his personal space. "Grab a shrimp from the Barbie," one joked as he dropped a shrimp between George's breast forms. George grimaced from the cold feeling on his skin, prompting one of the men to say, "I'll get that sweetie." George watched with an agape jaw as the man speared the shrimp between his forms with a toothpick and ate it. The men laughed, oblivious to George's discomfort while he slinked away to another group of partygoers. "You've got pretty legs," one of the men said as he took a shrimp from George. "Thanks," George replied with blushing cheeks. "And a cute ass," another said as he peered around George's backside. George reached with his left hand to hastily pull down his skirt, afraid that the short skirt had flared up. The men laughed at George's reaction while he struggled not to drop the platter in his hands. One of the men helped balance it before he moved on to a group of lesbians. As he approached, one said, "You see, honey, that why I swore of men." "Yah, that's why?" Another girl retorted with a role of her eyes. "Sorry, you've walked into the She-woman, man haters club," another joked before she added, "We're just kidding sweetie." "But we're happy we don't have to deal with them hitting on us," another added. "As if they all take the hint," one countered. The girls grinned as they took the food from him and went back to talking amongst themselves. George then moved onto other groups before he restocked the tray and went back to the room to make his way through it again. The room had filled even more as George went through it, hearing more objectifying comments about his appearance from those that did not care if he overheard their words. George knew that the men and women did not think they were offending him. They assumed it was all in good fun, given his outfit. "Who's got the redder shoes?" One of the larger men called out as he took George by shoulder. George blushed as the much stronger man in a Tin Man costume pulled him towards the rest of his Wizard of Oz themed group. As the group took the shrimp from him, they compared George to the Dorothy of the group, who was complete with a little dog in her basket. The dog yipped as the men made George place one his red shoes next to the Dorothy's glittering red shoes that were decorated with a large gold buckle. "I like the maid's better," the slight Wicked Witch chimed in with a deep baritone voice that half-surprised George. "They got to sparkle," the Dorothy lisped with a forceful retort. The Scarecrow countered, "If you were going for realism, you'd be wearing little blue socks, not white tights." "How do you talk without a brain?" The Dorothy retorted.' "Men without brains do the most talking," George joked before he tried to move away. The Tin Man grabbed him, stopping him in his tracks as he took another shrimp and said, "I've seen you before." "I come every year. I just don't usually work the party." "But Debbie recruited you this year." George nodded before the Tin Man's hand came down to his waist and said, "What about next year?" "We haven't discussed that," George replied, feeling uneasy. "We might have an opening for our Alice in Wonderland theme next year," the Tin Man replied. "The hell we will," the Dorothy countered before the cowardly lion calmed him down. "I'm just screwing with you, queenie," the Tin Man replied, releasing George in the process. George rushed away from them and over to another group. Once the tray was cleared, Debbie had him clean up the empty paper plates, bottles and glasses that were left around her house from the buffet style appetizers that had been left out while he went person to person with the shrimp. George watched as he saw men checking him out, some with outright leers that turned his stomach. George shook his head, wondering what his wife had gotten him into that night. He was self-conscious and made sure to bend at the knees to pick things up from the tables. He constantly pulled at the back of his skirt, certain that it was constantly riding up and giving the guests a glimpse of the gusset of his pantyhose. He could see Debbie smirking at him as he squirmed under their glances. She seemed amused by his distressed reaction to the gay men's ogling. The guests continued jokes with each other about his appearance became welcomed by George, since they were better to him than leers. As he walked back into the kitchen, Debbie joked, "Aren't horny drunk men fun to deal with?" "They're the best," George retorted. Debbie smiled at his sarcastic response before she said, "Imagine what every girl you drunkenly hit on thought." "There weren't many," George countered. "One is too many." "Some bit." "Others didn't," Debbie replied. "Like you know what it's like," George rejoined as he threw out the disposable items. "I've been hit on by men." George gave his sister-in-law a disbelieving glance before she said, "I had long hair in high school and college. I dated guys." "What happened?" George joked. "Nothing, that's why I moved onto girls," Debbie answered with a smirk before she ordered, "Clean the glasses." "Yes, Ma'am," George replied with another curtsy. Debbie shook her head with a smile and shake of her head while she walked out of the room to talk with her guests. George then reached for a pair of yellow, rubber gloves. He plunged his hands into them before he took hold of the sponge. George cleaned the glasses. He saw a few people come through the kitchen to get food. He kept a wary eye on them as he saw them looking him over from head to toe while he toiled in the kitchen. As he finished with the glasses, Debbie walked back into the room and told him to fill up a tray with pigs in a blanket. George followed her order and started back throughout the house to hand out the appetizers. The men and women seemed drunker to George as he served them. The leers became more conspicuous as George worked the room. There were no attempts to hide the blatant stares from the men and women in the room. Given his outfit, he was certain that they all felt that he was encouraging such looks. The remarks grew cruder and the physical contact increased too. George found more hands around his hips, pats on his hip, while some touched his back, rubbing his bra straps through the dress. Despite his mortification over the touches, he was more horrified by his arousal at being treated that way. 'You're not supposed to like being treated like a whore,' George berated himself in his mind. As George continued to carry a tray of appetizers through the living room, he caught sight of a grim reaper motioning his scythe in his direction. George shook his head as he saw the masked man approaching him. "Pig in a blanket," George offered the man. The man shook his head as he reached his gloved hand around George's hip. George's member got hard at his touch before the man's hand reached for his rear. George's face went white as his humiliation progressed to mortification. He wanted to slug the man who reached for his mask. As the Grim Reaper pulled off his mask, George saw the small, smooth, rounded chin that had been hidden beneath the mask that struck George as instantly familiar before the rest of the mask was pulled off. George took a step back as he gawked at the face of his wife. Jenny gave him a wink before she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and stepped back. "You lied to me," George shouted with a shake of his head while she adjusted the red and white, polka dot bandana over her tied back hair. "I prefer to call it motivating you," Jenny countered as she pulled off her gloves and began to strip out of the long black robe. George watched with a grin as she let it fall to her feet to reveal the skin tight, royal blue romper of her three-quarter sleeved, Rosie the Riveter costume. Before George could say a word about it, he heard some of the gay men complimenting her entrance, figure-hugging outfit and Mary Jane, faux patent leather, platforms pumps that matched the red hue of George's shoes. George and Jenny laughed at their words as more than a few of the woman in the place looked Jenny over. Jenny grinned at George as she cooed, "If you keep up the good work tonight, you can strip me out of the rest of it when we go home." George's member twitched at her words before Debbie walked over and hugged her sister "Don't tie up your stand-in or I'll need you to start helping out too," Debbie said, making sure that George heard her gentle chiding. "I won't hold her up any longer. Back to work, darling," Jenny said with a dismissive wave that made George's member swell further. "Yes, Jenny," George replied with a role of his eyes. "Is that anyway to address one of your betters," Jenny teased. "Sorry, yes, Ma'am." Jenny responded with a shake of her head, "No. I don't like that. Sis is Ma'am. I want you to call me Mistress." "Yes, Mistress," George replied, aroused by her forceful teasing. "Dismissed," Jenny replied while she turned back towards her sister. George bent down to pick the tray back up before Jenny said, "Hold up." "What?" George asked as he stood up with the tray in his hand. Jenny smiled as she took a piece of food off the tray and said, "Thank you." George rolled his eyes and walked away from her to serve the other guests while Jenny went to mingle with some of Debbie's friends from their hometown. George turned towards others at the party and began to serve them again. As George finished with the tray, he helped Debbie set out the dinner. He took a few bites of food and drank a bottle of water while he worked in the kitchen. He caught a few glimpses of his wife smiling at his toiling in the kitchen while he worked in her normal stead. After the food was placed out, George started to scrub some items in the sink. He felt his wife's hand on his hip as she leaned over and whispered, "Better you than me." "So, you think," George retorted. "So, I know." George shook his head, prompting his wife to rejoin, "Don't correct your betters, Hazel." "Sorry, Mistress." Jenny gave George an approving nod before her eyes darted towards a woman who was leading another one out the front door. George rushed towards them and got their coats before they headed out of the home. George then walked back into the kitchen and was pulled aside by Debbie. She had a serious expression as she said, "Hazel, we had a little incident in the bathroom. I'm going to need you to clean it up." "Oh," George replied with an uneasy tone. "It's nothing you haven't done before," she countered before she told him to get to it. George walked towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He locked the door and looked under the sink to find his sister-in-law's cleaner. Finding her scrub brush and toilet cleaner, George began to scrub the vomit from the porcelain toilet. George kneeled before it, feeling the cold tile beneath his pantyhose covered knees while he cleaned the sides of the toilet. "Some party," George muttered to himself, wishing that he was the simple reveler he spent every other party at Debbie's as before. Once he finished, he put away the cleaner and thoroughly washed his hands. George returned to Debbie and was told to cleanup the soiled plates, cutlery and glasses again. George went through the house with a trash bag, collecting each soiled utensil, plate and plastic cup. George saw his wife watching him again while he worked. She gave him approving nods and touches while he cleaned, still self-conscious about letting someone look up his skirt. As George leaned over a table, he felt a hand pat him on his bottom. George's face went red as he realized the hand was too large to be his wife's. Jenny saw it and hurried towards him. She grabbed the large man and said, "What are you doing?" "If your friend dressed up like this, he clearly wants it," the man replied, astonished by her being upset. "That's no excuse," she retorted. "It's not an excuse, it's a fact," the man reasoned. "I dressed him up like that," Jenny replied, prompting a glare from her husband. George shook his head, realizing that it made sense that she picked the outfit out for his sister-in-law to give him. The man leaned back before he said, "Don't be a cock blocker." "He's my husband! I'm the only one getting into his panties," Jenny shrieked. "Husband?" The man replied with disbelief. George nodded at the man, confirming Jenny's claim. The man shook his head before he told George he was sorry. George accepted the apology, wanting to move on as quickly as he could from the incident. Jenny's actions had attracted attention. The men and women were more reserved around George as he went back to cleaning up around them before he put out the desserts. He then went back to cleaning up around the guests. As the party began to wind down, Debbie assigned George to work the door again. He helped place the coats and jackets on each guest as he bid them a goodnight. Jenny and George were the last two left in the home with Debbie. After Jenny turned down her offer to stay the night, Debbie hugged her sister and said, "Thanks for lending me your maid for the evening." "You're very welcome," Jenny replied with a grin as she swayed them back and forth. "I hate to say it, but she makes a better helper than you," Debbie said as they ceased their hugging. "Don't hate it. I certainly don't!" "Can I have her next year?" "Of course," Jenny replied, volunteering her husband again without consulting with him. Debbie and Jenny smirked at George's peeved expression. He shook his head at his wife's failure to consult with him about volunteering his services once more "Hazel, don't give us that look," Jenny chided with a grin as her stare turned to a drunken leer. "I still love that name," Debbie added. "It's so easy to call her," Jenny replied, continuing to refer to her husband as a girl, knowing how much it aroused him. "I don't think I slipped up once," Debbie noted with a self-satisfied smile. "Don't get too used to it," George retorted. "Oh, I never want to see you in pants again," Debbie joked. "I'll see to it," Jenny boasted before she added, "I think Hazel would make a good waitress on Thanksgiving." "Very funny." "You think we're joking, but I've got the uniform all picked out in my head," Jenny kidded to make George uneasy. George shook his head before she wrapped her arms around his waist and said, "Let's get going." "No fraternizing with the help," Debbie teased. "We're not fraternizing, we're fucking," Jenny replied with a slur as George and Debbie both blushed at her words. "Time to get going," George said with a nod before he kissed his sister- in-law goodbye and walked out the front door with his wife. "We'll pickup my car tomorrow," Jenny said while they walked down the stoop. George nodded, not being to willing to entertain the thought of her driving her home. "You can help her clean up then," Jenny added. "Putting me back to work already?" "You're dressed for it." "Tomorrow?" "You left your uniform in there." "Holy Shit," George replied, realizing that he was strolling to his car in the short-skirted costume. "Don't turn around," Jenny ordered. George's head perked up as Jenny's drunken hand made its way well down the back of his pantyhose to grab his manhood. George turned his head towards his wife as she said with a laugh, "I'm not even close to finished harassing you tonight."