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MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 4 By Monica Graz CHAPTER 10 The feeling was so different, I had boobs! My breast forms were attached to my chest. My posture was different as well; my center of gravity has changed. As I moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast I kept looking down to my chest as it was protruding prominently pushing my uniform dress and apron bib outwards. Pat was very pleased as she was helping me gluing them into position earlier in the morning. All she had said at the time was, "Isn't that nice Crissie? Your bosom is much more realistic now and you would be able to come to bed without a bra, just wearing your flimsy nightie." She chuckled and added, "And who knows, probably one day you will have proper implants. It is such an easy procedure those days and most muxes in Oaxaca have them. Of course, you could always grow your own if you ever decide to a full transitioning and start taking hormones." Her last remark panicked me slightly because I immediately said, "I don't think I'm ready yet for such a drastic step. I'm quite happy with my false boobs for the time being." She smiled kindly as always when a delicate matter was rising and simply said, "Of course, it's your decision and your decision only my Crissie, but whatever step you decide to take in the future, I'll be standing next to you." "Thank you Miss," I said realizing that more and more often now I was calling her Miss or Miss Torres rather than Pat. It was becoming automatic to me and Pat seemed to like it. I was pouring hot water to the coffee maker when she came abruptly from behind and hugged me whispering to my ear, "Are you pleased with your new boobs sweetie? Aren't they so extra feminine? You should feel more girly now." "Stop it Pat, I nearly burned myself with the hot water," I said jokingly. "Oh, my; is that a proper way for the help to address her Mistress?" I turned to face her. Was she really meaning it or was she joking like me? Her expression was serious but her eyes were teasing. I played along. "Sorry Miss, I forgot my place, I should know better," I said and gave a small awkward curtsey. She clapped her hands happily. "That's my girl, that's my maid. You should do that more often. I could teach you how to curtsey properly if you want." I blushed all over hearing that as she started giving me another hug, "Only joking darling, but I love it when you try to be a proper servant." She stopped and looking at the kitchen table where breakfast was served, she said, "But let's have something to eat, I'm famished." We sat down to eat breakfast together, but as expected, I was doing the serving. Pat from the very beginning said to me that she was against the complete segregation of the help. It would bore her to death to eat alone without the chatting and interacting we always had. She pointed to her coffee cup. "More coffee please, Crissie?" "Yes Madam," I said spontaneously as I got up to pick the cafeti?re. "I like that, I prefer Madam from Miss, after all I am a married woman now and that is more appropriate. So, from now on Crissie, you will address me as Madam or Mrs. Torres when you are in maid mode." "Yes Madam," I said blushingly once more as I was pouring fresh coffee to her cup. This woman was unique; she knew how to keep me on my toes. "Remember what I said last night just before we fell asleep?" she asked as she was sipping her coffee. "Yes, I remember very well your last sentence, 'Crissie is here to stay' and I meant to ask you about that." "But before that I said that I would like to try and make some improvements to your feminine looks, enhance your female persona as I phrased it." "What do you have in mind exactly Pat?" I asked uneasily. "Let me answer your question with some questions of mine, "Are you prepared to continue living your life as a full-time substitute female for the foreseeable future? Are you prepared to continue being my maid and housewife and wear female clothes 24/7? Are you happy with that option?" I looked down at my dress and apron, I touched my white hair band, all symbols of my current position and I said in a quivering voice, "For as long as you want me to stay in skirts 24/7, for as long as you want me to be your maid and housewife, for as long as you are willing to support me in that role I am happy to be Crissie 24/7 and look after my Madam!" She smiled coyly and said, "That is exactly what I wanted to hear from you. So, let me tell you what I have in mind and try not to interrupt me until I finish." "Yes Madam," I answered smiling coyly as well. "I already made an appointment for you to go tomorrow to a beauty salon in Brooklyn. It is owned by a Mexican lady, who comes from the Oaxaca province and my mother knows her quite well. In fact, Conchita goes there occasionally." "Brooklyn? That is too far, how..." I started saying and Pat stopped me with her hand. "I think I told you not to interrupt me. Let me finish and then you can ask anything you want." "Sorry Madam, I forgot." "So, I already talked to Theresa Lopez, that's the salon owner's name, and she will wait for you at 10.00 tomorrow morning. I'll book a taxi for you to take you there and I'll pick you myself at about 6.00pm." I kept my mouth shut as she picked her mug for another coffee sip, waiting eagerly to hear the rest. It sounded to me that I was about to get a serious makeover but I waited for Pat to continue. "You will dress simply, as Crissie of course, just a blouse and skirt outfit and some simple low heel shoes. I think you have a jean skirt in your room, you can wear that. Any questions so far?" "Yes Madam, a few," I said in an anxious voice. "Are you planning a serious makeover for me? Something that could be permanent?" "Not really," Pat said reassuringly, "Nothing drastic, nothing that couldn't be reversed. They will do your hair that is long enough now, trim your eyebrows, do some semi-permanent eye makeup, don't be alarmed it usually lasts a couple of months and then fades out, your nails and some minor other things. I think that will boost your confidence as Crissie." "I have to admit that the whole thing sounds scary but exciting as well. I never had the chance to visit a beauty salon and I have always been secretly jealous for all those girls that were able to do it." I said in hesitant voice and added, "But what if I have a sudden need to appear as Chris? For instance, a health issue or a bureaucratic entanglement? Could I get back to be a convincing male Chris fairly quickly?" Pat chuckled when she heard that, "Well, you can certainly be Chris very fast, just remove your breast forms and there you are. A slightly effeminate looking Chris probably, with thin eyebrows, remains of makeup, a feminine hairdo, but you would be Chris for sure if needed. I'm certain you will be fine; nobody is going to make fun of you, people are much more tolerant those days." "I guess my Madam is as always right," I said smiling in a more confident voice. Pat smiled back and looked at her watch. "Right, I better get ready, I have an appointment with my supervisor today to discuss some issues concerning my dissertation and you have to tidy up and do some shopping." That sent me in anxiety mode once more, I had to go out as Crissie the maid for the first time. Pat sensed my new worry and said, "You look good Crissie, don't worry. You don't have to interact with people. Tony the concierge met you already, and in the local supermarket you pay by card, the one I gave you for the housekeeping expenses. And take with you the shopping trolley, the one inside the pantry. It will help you to carry more staff back." "Yes Madam," I said with a sigh, "I just hope that nobody is going to expose me. I am worried about young people in particular, mostly girls, they can be very teasing if they see through my disguise." "Stop being so worried Crissie. You will look very utilitarian in your humble uniform dress. Just keep your head down and walk fast in the street. Nobody will give you a second look. You will understand very shortly that maids tend to be invisible." "Thank you for your reassuring words Madam. And since I'll be doing the shopping do you need anything in particular? I have already made a list to buy some cleaning stuff." "This is your responsibility from now on Crissie. This is within your housewifely duties. You decide about all the shopping from food to cleaning stuff." Pat said, looking a bit annoyed, because she clearly had to go and I was keeping her with my questions. She started heading for the master bedroom to get dressed but she turned back and added, "Two general suggestions though, or you can consider then guiding lines from your employer if you wish. One, buy cleaning stuff that is as eco-friendly as possible and two buy food that is light and of good quality. I think you should try and lose some weight as well, 5 to 10 pounds probably? That would improve your waist line and your dresses and skirts would look better on you." "Yes Madam," I cheekily replied, "I was thinking of that as well, I'm ever so jealous of your small waist, I wish I had such a waist myself." She chuckled as she looked mischievously at me. "Be careful what you say because I might decide to lock you in a stiff corset and then your waist would improve dramatically!" I blushed as my TG genes kicked on. "I wouldn't mind that. It would be good for my posture in general." I said expectantly but Pat dismissed my remark with her hand, "Stop talking to me now girl, you already made me late and my supervisor is very particular about keeping appointments. Talk to you later." She said as she rushed to the bedroom. A few minutes later she rushed out of the apartment with a simple, "Bye Crissie, and keep yourself out of any mischief, see you tonight at about 7.00pm. Just prepare something light for dinner." "Good Bye Madam, good luck with your supervisor," I managed to say but she was out of the door already. Soon after I was out myself taking the service elevator and pulling my shopping trolley. As Pat suggested I was walking fast trying to keep a low profile. My clunky low heel shoes, my light blue uniform dress covered modestly by a dark blue polyester cardigan and the empty trolley I was pulling was screaming from far away, 'maid out shopping', so I never got a second look from the passersby. Pat was right after all. A maid in a big city is practically invisible! Back at the safety of the apartment nearly two hours later I let out a big sigh of relief. It wasn't that hard after all and the unique feeling of a mixture of excitement and worrying awareness was unparallel to anything that I had felt before. I put my apron back on and started my chores already thinking of a menu for tonight's meal. I should try to impress my employer and Mistress; I wanted to prove to her that I was her devoted muxe. As I was working, I kept thinking about tomorrow and my first visit to a beauty salon for a makeover the extent of which was still unknown to me. CHAPTER 11 I was more and more apprehensive as the taxi was approaching my destination, the beauty salon of Theresa Lopez. Pat reassured me this morning that Theresa had specific instructions not to go over the board with my transformation. "She will simply try to eliminate this boyish look you still have when dressed as Crissie. She will enhance your feminine side more, that's all." she said to me. "What shall I tell her if she asks me who am I and how do I know you? Have you told her that we're married?" "Yes, she knows everything; she knows that we are married and that you are my muje. And remember that the name I gave for you is Cristina Torres; I think it's more appropriate for you as my wife to take my surname. At a later stage we might do it legally as well." She looked at me mischievously as she threw another one of her small bombs and then added, "Theresa is a good friend of our family and very aware of people like you, so you are in good hands." 'People like me?' It was interesting to notice that for Pat I was belonging now to a special category of people. I was wondering if that was good or bad as the taxi driver's voice brought me back to reality. "We arrived Miss, we are in front of the address you gave me, 'Theresa Lopez - Salon de Belleza'. It certainly looks like Mexico around here." He was right; all that part of Brooklyn was inhabited by Mexicans and Porto Ricans. "Thank you very much. You are right, it's certainly a Mexican area around here," I replied in my best female voice as I was paying him. I stepped out of the taxi, remembering to move my legs together; my jean skirt was quite restrictive. I took a deep breath and entered the salon. A young woman wearing a pink front zip smock dress and a black full apron approached me and asked politely, "Good morning Miss, my name is Tanya, how can I help you?" "Good morning Tanya, I'm Crissie Torres and I'm here to see Ms. Theresa Lopez, I believe I have an appointment." Her eyes shone when she heard the name. "Of course, you are Mrs. Patricia's wife, let me take you to Se?ora Theresa." It seems that everybody I was coming in touch lately knows about me and my particular relation with Pat I thought in a resigned mode, as I followed Tanya to the inner sanctum of the beauty salon. We entered a small office where behind a desk was sitting an elegant lady in her mid forties. She removed her reading glasses and came towards me with a beaming smile on her face. She was pretty and petite and she had a Jennifer Lopez look. Then I thought smiling that after all she was a Lopez herself. "Hello there, you must be Crissie, Patricia's partner, I am able to meet you at last, Patricia was talking a lot about you." Well, another person who seems to know me and my other side. Pat was certainly talking around. "Nice meeting you Mrs. Lopez," I answered politely. "Please, call me Theresa," she said as she was giving me her professional look. "You look already fairly good Crissie, Patricia was right; you have some naturally feminine characteristics. That makes our job here a lot simpler." "What do you have in mind Theresa? Patricia was very vague when she told me about this makeover. The only thing she specifically mentioned is that whatever you do today will be irreversible." "That's absolutely true Crissie, but it is also true that when my team of three girls finishes with you today you will look much more real as a female." She turned to Tanya who was still present and said. "Bring one of our smocks for Crissie to wear and make some nice herbal tea to calm her nerves." "Si, Senora Theresa," Tanya replied in Spanish and left. Theresa turned back to me and said, "Now, let me explain to you what is going to happen today. My three girls, the three Ts as I call then, will take care of you under my supervision of course. Tanya whom you already met is my reception girl and she is also a competent manicurist pedicurist so she will do your nails. Tina is our hairdresser and she will do your hair and Tessa is our makeup artist and she will deal with your face. When they work on you they will explain in detail what they do. If you have any objections or worries I'll be around to sort them out." She stopped and looked at me with questioning eyes. "Are there any specific instructions from Pat?" I asked with a worried anticipation mixed with excitement of course. Theresa recognized my mixed feelings and said, "As a matter of fact there are some instructions and I can give you a quick description of them. She wants your hair painted black and slightly curled; she thinks that a Mexican look would be better for you. You are lucky because you already have an olive skin complexion and expressive black eyes so I have a good starting point." A Mexican look? Is it part of her intention to make me look more like a muxe? Excitement bells were ringing all over me as I looked back and Theresa and managed to say, "That's sounds interesting, the Mexican look I mean. What else that Mexican look includes? She amusingly looked at me; she knew that my question was a fishing one for more details. "Well, I guess the permanent makeup could add to that look. Mexican women and muxes love intense makeup." "Permanent makeup? How intense this is going to be and how long can it last?" I asked a more genuine worry in my voice now. "You shouldn't worry that much about that Crissie. I understand that you like to clean and you often act as a maid to Patricia. For that reason your makeup will be permanent but not that dramatic. A maid should only use discreet makeup. Also your new hairdo will be practical and easy to maintain which is important for a working girl like you." She even knew that I was acting as a maid to our apartment? Pat wasn't great in keeping secrets, but somehow I didn't care anymore. All those people I was dealing with were very kind and supportive to me. "Yes, I like to clean and you are right, if you work manually your hair and makeup should be easy to maintain so I basically agree with what you have in mind." "And adding to that, my instructions are that your hand nails will be well maintained with clear varnish, but short. As a maid you could easily destroy long or artificial nails." "I hope though that my toe nails will be painted a bright color," I said in a coquettish voice. "Of course dear. And you can choose the color of your toe nails, no problem there." Theresa said amicably and then added as if she remembered something more, "And before I forget, Patricia asked me to pierce your ears and add small gold studs. Are you ok with that?" I never had my ears pierced though I thought a lot about that in the past, even during my boy days. So here was my chance. I could have pierced ears! "Yes, I am fine with that," I simply said. At this moment Tanya came back carrying a pink smock and a steaming mug of herbal tea. Theresa saw her and said, "Right, off you go with Tanya now. You can change in the changing room and we'll start with your hair. I'll see you later and I hope the end result will satisfy you but most importantly your wife and employer." CHAPTER 12 It was past five o'clock when my so-called makeover had finished. The last person who had worked on me was Tanya who did my nails and pierced my ears. Having second thoughts I tried to protest mildly on the piercing, but Theresa who was present reminded me that the instructions came from above; meaning Pat of course and that stopped my objection. I was very apprehensive throughout the transformation procedure because the three girls that worked on me had specific instructions not to let me look at any mirror. So, I was naturally very eager and somehow scared to see the final product. Finally, Theresa came to me, told me firmly to close my eyes and then took me by the hand and positioned me in front of a large mirror saying excitedly, "You can open your eyes now Crissie and look at the new you. I hope you like what you see." I had butterflies in my stomach when I hesitantly opened my eyes. I blinked, as for a second I thought that I saw one of the girls working there looking back from the mirror; I still was wearing the pink smock dress that was part of their uniform. Then I looked again more carefully and gasped! I was completely transformed. A young woman was looking back at me, with curly jet-black hair, framing a face with soft facial features. I could see the semi-permanent makeup that Theresa had mentioned before plus the gold studs on my pierced ears. Below that my protruding breasts were pushing prominently the front zipped pink smock dress with the black piping around the collar and the short sleeves. The absolute picture of a working girl. "My God Theresa, this is awesome! I can't recognize myself," I said when I was able to find my voice back. "I look so different, so much more real as Crissie. This is unbelievable. I hope that Pat won't find it too extreme," I added with some sort of apprehension in my voice. "I'm glad you like our work Crissie and I shouldn't worry that much about Patricia's reaction, she is after all the one who gave me specific instructions how far I should go." I kept admiring myself in front of the mirror turning around and looking at my idol from all angles. The thought that I could be one of the employees in Theresa's salon sent a jolt of excitement though my spine. I could see now that the makeover definitely enhanced my Mexican looks. The black curly hair and my Mediterranean olive skin gave me that particular Latino look. Then I realized that probably that was Pat's idea all along. Her muxe, her creation should look the part! All that time Theresa was watching me carefully with a smile. "I can tell you like what you see Crissie. I only have two remarks that I'll mention to your employer, first is the voice, you need more coaching there and I'll suggest a particular person who could help you and second your facial hair." I looked alarmed again, "I thought that Patricia made it clear that there will be no permanent changes and that I could always be able to go back to my male shelf, if needed for any reason." "That's true but we're not talking about a bushy beard here; you have some thin facial hair, and as you said to me earlier you shave once every few days. So, all I suggest is some laser treatment to stop thinking about that." "Yes, I see what you mean," I replied slightly embarrassed because it was true, I never had a serious beard and I always was conscious about that and worried when my male friends made little jokes. "Well, I'll discuss it with the boss first and then we'll see," Theresa said as she looked at her watch, "And speaking of Patricia she called me before to tell me that she will be a bit late. Her supervisor kept her longer than she expected. She will be here at seven o'clock and it is only a few minutes past five now, so you have to wait. You can go and change back to your clothes if you want." I looked down at my pink dress with a sad look; I was reluctant to part with it. Theresa saw that and all of a sudden her eyes sparkled, as if she had a thought. "I'll tell you what. You have about two hours to kill. Would you like to do some work in the salon? Patricia tells me that you are very good at cleaning. Would you like to give the place a thorough clean? We don't' have anymore appointments for today so the place will be empty and Tanya who is responsible for that job will be eternally grateful to you. How about that?" Another jolt of excitement through my spine. Yes, I would love that so I said in a neutral voice, trying to hide my eagerness to do it, "I guess I could do it. That would be my way to thank you for the job your girls did on me today." "Great," Theresa said enthusiastically and then yelled at Tanya, "Tanya, could you please bring one of our aprons for Crissie here, she offered to clean the place." Tanya appeared in record time, a beaming smile on her face, carrying a black apron which she fastened around my waist after she pulled carefully the bib above my head trying not to disturb my recently done hair. I couldn't stop myself, so I looked once more at the mirror. The addition of the black apron completed the uniform and made me look exactly like one of the girls working there. I developed an extreme feeling of inner satisfaction; somehow I felt that I did another giant step towards where an inner and uncontrolled force was pushing me. The voice of Tanya brought me back. "Come on Crissie, let me show you where the cleaning stuff is, then I'll explain how you can do the job. I started by cleaning the counter tops, the wash basins and the large mirrors where I never stopped looking at myself to the point that Tanya had to tell me off. "Stop admiring yourself Crissie, you have to finish what you are doing before your Mistress arrives." I blushed realizing that everybody in the salon was now calling Pat either my employer or my Mistress; for them I was her employee rather than her partner. That was a sinister feeling for me but deep down I liked it. After all, during the past few days I was feeling more and more like her employee. "Sorry Tanya, I shouldn't be that vain but you girls did a great job on me," I said as I concentrated more on my job. I continued with a thorough vacuuming and finally I had to mop the whole place with warm soapy water. I was totally absorbed in my mopping when I heard Pat's voice greeting Theresa by the entrance of the salon. "Hi Theresa, how did it go? Did you finish with Crissie, where is she?" I could hear the anticipation in her voice and then Theresa's chuckling as she answered, "Let's see if you can locate her Patricia dear, she certainly is here waiting anxiously for you." At that point I stopped mopping and turned around to face her. "Hello Mrs. Torres," I said formally, bushing all over. She looked at me and for a moment I could see that her expression was blank and questioning as if she wanted to say, 'do I know you?' but then her eyes lit as she gasped and run towards me. "Crissie? Is that really you? What are you doing in that uniform? Are you now employed by Theresa?" I wasn't sure how to answer that as I kept blushing but Theresa came to my rescue and explained everything. Pat listened to her smiling all along and then gave me a hug whispering, "Finally they managed to let out the woman that was hiding inside you Crissie dear and I love it. You can be now my lesbian lover," then added in her normal voice looking at everybody around, "Thank you all for your excellent work on Crissie. She looks much more real now and she can proudly walk the streets without any fear." She turned back and looked at me again, this time taking in my uniform as I was standing in front of her leaning on my mop stick still blushing furiously. Then she said to Theresa, "Looking at Crissie like that, dressed as one of your girls gave me an idea. Would you like to take her in on a part time basis as an apprentice? She could learn a lot here. Your girls could teach her various skills from basic hairdressing to makeup techniques and of course manicure-pedicure. She could become my personal beautician as well." Before Theresa had the chance to answer Pat turned to me and asked, "Are you ok with that sweetie, would you like to learn those skills? Your wifely and maid's duties can't be that demanding. We are only the two of us and I'll be out most of the day trying to finish this damned PhD of mine. So you will have the chance to interact with the working girls and the clients here in the salon." I realized that I had to answer, as both Pat and Theresa were looking at me expectantly. I was completely mesmerized by Pat's suggestion so it didn't take me long to say eagerly, "I'd love to do that providing that Theresa would accept me as an apprentice." "Of course I would accept you Crissie, I can tell you have a great potential, I was watching you before as you were cleaning, totally devoted to the task as if you were doing the most important job." Pat, a broad smile on her face, added to that, "Thank you Theresa for agreeing to my proposal. I guess you can work out with Crissie days and hours, she is very flexible from my point of view. All I need is a clean apartment, my clothes washed and ironed and a cooked meal. Crissie knows all that and she is clever enough to satisfy both of us." As she finished her sentence she turned and winked at me as she did so many times before. I loved that semi-serious semi-jokey side of her. Though she was the one who was making the decisions, she always made me feel as I was part of it. On the other hand I was thinking for how long I had to work as an apprentice in Theresa's salon and I was about to ask but Pat had already the answer for me. "It won't be for long though, about a month, six weeks at the most? Because I have news for you Sweetie. My supervisor is very pleased with the progress I made with my dissertation and he said that I'll probably be able to defend it in front of the University committee in a month's time. After that we are free and guess what, we can go for a long vacation to my home country. Mexico we're coming!" She exclaimed happily. "Congratulations!" We all said in unison as Pat came and gave me another hug whispering again to my ear, "By the time we will be going to Mexico you will be an accomplish 'muxe', my accomplished 'muxe' and we'll have a great time." Tears came to my eyes as I whispered back, "I'm your 'muxe' and I hope I'll be accomplished enough for my Madam!" Theresa and the girls came and gave her a hug as she kept talking to me, "I know you love your uniform Crissie but you have to change now; I'll take you out to dinner to celebrate. I know an excellent Mexican restaurant in the area. I feel for some spicy food tonight." CHAPTER 13 The food was excellent and the wine intoxicating. We both were tipsy and teasing each other. I couldn't stop looking at the three adorable Mexican waitresses as they were coming and going. They were dressed in long multicolored skirts in very vibrant and vivid colors and tight tops emphasizing their womanly figures. The skirts were what I liked most, they reminded me of the gipsy skirts that flamenco dancers were wearing in a show I watched a couple of years ago when I was visiting Spain. "You make me jealous naughty girl as you look at those waitresses in such an admiring way," Pat said to me accusingly. I cunningly smiled as I replied, "You should have known me by now Pat. I am jealous of their outfits and in particular of those beautiful skirts. They are so feminine." She laughed as she said, "You must know by now because I 'm certain you must have looked on line already, that the Mexican muxes in Oaxaca province love to wear those outfits and very often manage to sew their own skirts. Very competent girls those muxes." She added looking at me meaningfully. "What now?" I asked in a flirtatious way as I was playing with my newly done hair. "If you are going to be my accomplished muxe before we go to Mexico you must have some basic lessons in sewing. I know that Theresa could help on that as well." "How could she help?" I asked as the prospect of getting sewing lessons was turning me on. I already started imagining myself sitting in front of a sewing machine, probably an old-fashioned Singer like my mother used to have. I was fascinated when I was watching her sewing all her clothes. "Not far from her Salon there is a small workshop where young Mexican migrant girls learn how to sew. Theresa knows the owner, they are friends and she can organize some extra apprentice for you. That could be another 'accomplishment' for you. Would you fancy that my sweet?" She asked in a slightly tipsy voice. "Yes, I would," I said without any hesitation in my voice. Somehow I abandoned myself to the manipulations of Pat, fully enjoying it though. "You are going to keep yourself busy my Crissie during the next few weeks; housework, beauty salon, sewing workshop. You will spend more time in a uniform than normal clothes. You would like that though, wouldn't you?" She asked looking directly at me, her eyes shining with mischief. She knew how to tease and stimulate me at the same time. "Oh Pat, you are such a tease. You know me so well," I said looking at her adoringly. "Yes, I would like that. I guess Theresa could and would organize my hours. From what I see I'll keep myself busy for about twelve hours daily." "Join the club," she answered. "I'll be working twelve or even more hours myself in order to finish my thesis. We'll be doing different things of course but I know that you are keen on all those womanly tasks that I organize for you. We said it before; you are meant to be the housekeeper, the carer, the apron wearer." She lifted my skirt under the table and started caressing my legs covered by sheer black stockings. "Let's get the bill and go home my Crissie. You can abandon your miniscule maid's bed tonight; I want you to my king-size bed. I want us to make love like real Lesbians tonight. Let's celebrate Sappho, our eternal lyric poetess tonight. I'll be Sappho and you will be my female slave who has to please her Mistress!" END OF THE NEW YORK PART