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I didn't like the idea of doing Miss Cindy's fiance's housework for him. But what I liked or didn't like never seemed to matter too much. So soon I was taking the bus over to Frank's apartment every Friday morning about 10:00. I'd spend the day cleaning his place for him. He was kind of messy, so there was always lots to keep me busy. And in the evening I'd do his laundry and ironing while he and Miss Cindy sent out for food and spent a quite evening alone at her place.

I'd wear a pair of Miss Cindy's jeans and one of her white cotton "men's" shirts when I went over to Frank's. I guess I looked kind of sexless by that time. My hips had rounded and a tier of soft fat had been built up under my skin, rounding out my features. Sometimes a girl on the street or the bus would look at me funny. I'd realize she'd figured out I was a guy wearing girl's jeans and blouse. But in New York this certainly was no big deal.

Once at Frank's apartment, I'd change into a housework uniform. I carried a little suitcase with a uniform, aprons, gloves, and a few special cleaning things. Miss Cindy insisted that I treat my new "job" as Frank's once-a-week maid as professionally as possible. She had Frank pay me a little "bonus" each week for my extra work, so at least there was some fairness to the situation.

Often when I'd arrive home at 11:00 or so Friday evening, Miss Cindy and Frank would already be in bed. And, unfortunately, they'd usually be making love just as I was getting undressed and into bed myself. It was very frustrating, but I was usually so tired from all the housework I'd fall asleep O.K. anyway.

ON SATURDAYS, THE ENGAGED COUPLE WENT FOR THEIR RIDING lessons. In part because of their association with waspiness, Miss Cindy liked horses. And she had talked Frank into going with her to learn English riding. I must admit that I looked forward to helping her dress for her riding lessons. She'd wear a support bra, of course. And her jodhpurs were so devastatingly skin tight that she had to wear a thong panty under them to avoid panty lines. Boy, her tight ass looked delicious in those riding pants! She also wore a crisp, starched cotton riding blouse with a high neck and a bit of lace trim, (that I'd carefully pressed for her, of course.) And $600.00 calf-high leather riding boots that I kept shined to perfection.

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ONE SATURDAY AFTERNOON THE TWO OF THEM CAME IN FROM THEIR riding lesson in Connecticut. I'd been busy in the laundry room when I heard the door close and Miss Cindy yelled for me.

"Cissie Cissie?!"

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I scurried out of the laundry and hurried down the hall saying, "Yes, Miss; I'm here. "Come on in the living room, Cissie," I heard Miss Cindy yell.

As I approached the living room, I saw with horror the thick mud tracked across the polished marble foyer. I dreaded the hours of work the muddy floor represented. The marble was pretty and elegant, but was very hard to clean and polish to Miss Cindy's satisfaction.

As I walked into the living room, Miss Cindy and Frank were sitting on the sofa laughing and talking in their riding clothes. Frank had his muddy boots pulled off already, but Miss Cindy's were still on her feet. How could they so carelessly walk across the floor and carpet I'd spent so much time keeping so perfect?

"There you are, Cissie. Where were you?"

"In the laundry room, Miss."

"Well, come help me pull these boots off," Miss Cindy said.

I was upset by the tracked-in mud and how casually Miss Cindy had treated my hard work. But I quietly walked over and knelt down and grabbed the muddy boot Miss Cindy was holding up for me. I pulled and pulled, but the tight, mud-slick boot didn't want to budge.

"Not that way, silly," Miss Cindy said. "Stand up and turn around and grab my boot between your legs.

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I stood and turned around and straddled Miss Cindy's outstretched leg and grabbed the heel of her boot firmly. I bent and struggled for a moment before being surprised by feeling Miss Cindy's other boot solidly planted on my bottom. Cindy giggled as she firmly pushed my bottom with her foot, sending me and her stubborn boot several yards across the living room floor.

"See, Cissie? Now the other one," Miss Cindy said as she held up her other boot.

I regained my composure and positioned myself in front of her again and grabbed her other boot. Once again, I felt