Transvestia

For almost a minute she did not speak, but just sat there eyeing me carefully from head to foot. I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable, when the bomb- shell fell. Addressing me, the lady said,

"You should have been a girl! No, don't inter- rupt! Listen to what I have to say and then, if you're not satisfied with my terms, you will be free to go. I am a feminist and as such will have nothing to do with members of the male sex, except to keep them in their proper place one of subservience to the female. A number of my friends with similar inclinations have successfully controlled an errant husband, brother or nephew by compulsorily effemin- ising them. For some time I have wanted to do like- wise, but have had no-one over whom to exert my authority. This is where you come in. When I saw you looking for work at the Labour Exchange, I was determined to get you into my service. Your duties will be very light and you will be well-treated and well-paid, but you will have to assume the role of a girl and become my maid-servant, not man-servant, for I would have you know that there is no male here at all. No, hear me out! You will be free to leave whenever you wish, and you may resume your male attire on your half-days off. I have always been something of a psychologist, and I don't think I'm far wrong in saying the thought of dressing as a girl appeals to you. Now I'm not going to press for an immediate answer. I am going out for a while and will return in about an hour, by which time I trust you will have your answer ready, - either that you are not interested, in which case you will be free to leave to resume your hunt for work at the Labour Exchange or that you will accept my terms and be- come my boy-maid."

With that, she left the room, leaving me standing there completely bewildered. My mind was in a tur- moil. Here was I, being offered a good post which would relieve me of all worry about my immediate future, I but what strange conditions there were