14TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A" before, but for some reason I took off my clothes and slipped into a pair of her panties, just to see what they'd feel like. They felt as sexy as they looked, especially since they were Cindy's panties, of course. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, but quickly slipped them off and put them away, feeling a little ashamed.

The next couple of times I was alone at Cindy's place I'd slip into her panties. I knew it excited me a little, but I never did anything just wore them. One day I pushed it too far and tried her panties on while she was in the bathroom. I had expected her to be in there longer, but she suddenly walked in and caught me!

"You little sissy!" she said as she giggled.

I blushed and quickly scrambled out of them, telling her I was sorry.

"It's okay, 'Sissy.' I wondered how my panties got stretched out. .you know where! Right where a little 'SISSY' would flex them."

She had found the word so amusing, that it quickly became her nickname for me. I was so relieved she didn't yell at me or kick me out that the little nickname seemed a reasonable punishment. (She told me later my nickname was spelled "Cissie." "So your name isn't confused with what you are,' she teased.)

On one of our last Saturdays at her old apartment the pattern for our life together began to emerge. She was going out to dinner early and told me she had to shop for a dress.

"Why don't you vacuum and clean up while I'm out, 'Cissie,' and then we can talk when I get back. And can you do me a big favor and clean the bathroom, please? I just hate doing that!"

Before I'd even agreed to do it she was putting on her coat and kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks a lot you're great, she said as she breezed out the door to go shopping.

When I went to her bathroom I found the cleanser and a pair of gloves waiting there for me. She had been so sure of herself that she'd put the stuff there for me before I'd even arrived. "Boy, what confidence!" I thought as I shook my head. But I just laughed and did the housework for her anyway.

I guess I did everything for her because I was so crazy in love with her. But another reason I did her housework was that it was difficult imagining her doing it. Cindy was so

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"Without my waiter job, I couldn't pay my bills. I loved being around Cindy and the pay was good!" pretty and feminine, it just didn't seem right that she'd have to do boring, messy stuff like housework.

THE FIRST TIME SHE MENTIONED THE STRANGE IDEA OF HAVING ME be her maid was when she was telling me about the luxurious new Upper East Side apartment she was buying and having re-modeled. I remember the blustery fall day in the Village when Cindy first brought the subject up. "It's a big place, and I'm just so busy anymore. I don't know how I'll keep up with it and all my clothes and things," she said as she ate her salad.

"Maybe I'll get a maid!" she said suddenly. "I mean, I can afford to have someone do the housework for me now, so why the hell not?”