BirdmanThis story is not intended for children and if you are not old enough to read sexually explicit material, go away. This story features some el...ments of female domination (femdom), cross-dressing (CD), mild bondage, Trangender (TG) and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find it entertaining, but if you might be offended, stop reading and do something else. The author retains all rights to this story. You may re- post the story unchanged, provided there is no intent to profit from. I noticed that my maid’s daughter was there to do the chores instead of her mother.It was an awkward situation to start a conversation at the beginning. The morning chores would mostly be in and around the kitchen and the afternoon chores would be like cleaning the room etc. The most difficult part for me was to start the conversation. I was about 26 or 27 and she was 20-22 in age.My maid’s daughter would usually wear a t-shirt and trousers or some kurti and trousers. Her ass and her boobs. “For the same reason I started seeing Doctor Bradford in the first place. Or Doctor Mercer in the past. And why we see Doctor Green. Jessica, you and I are MESSED UP. We need professional help.”“What about me?” Kara asked.I shook my head, “You are perhaps the most well-adjusted, sane person I know. Your mom was right about you all along. The only problem you had was two men who decided to put a straitjacket on you and control the free spirit that was inside you. I don’t know anyone as confident. I didn’t know who or how, but all the signs were there.We weren’t married, thank goodness, and no kids, but we were living together, with high hopes for both in the foreseeable future.Leigh and I had met at a Simon & Garfunkle reunion concert. How two members of Gen X became such fans of a group that technically hadn’t existed for years has to be blamed on our Boomer parents, whose playlists, while containing many Sixties acts, were probably 50 percent Simon & Garfunkle. I think they played.