I purposely dressed as a man the whole time, evenwhen doing my chores such as cleaning the maid uniforms. I was temptedto go to town and get a haircut...or start trying to grow a beard, but Iwas afraid of how the Benitez's would react. I decided to finish out thecleaning of the upstairs, and then I could return her uniforms and putthis embarrassing episode to rest. On Monday morning, I met her at thedoor and we began cleaning the upstairs. As before I served her lunch,and she had me try more of. Iwas living in the other room by now. I was just the hired help.Maybe it was because of that, I thought a lot about leaving. But itdidn't seem like a real possibility any more. Dory was right. I was intoo deep. I was more girl than boy these days. Everyone know me as atransexual. Some were convinced I had already had an SRS operation. Iwasn't even the main neighborhood gossip anymore. I was ... a maid.One day, when I was at the register, Sammy, the grocer, asked me out. Itold him no, the way I. I continued watching the other table looking forward to her bending over again, or just admiring the grace in which she moved. She was captivating! She eventually had a shot where she bent over right in front of me. When she did, she turned to look at me and gave me a wink. I wanted to throw her on the table and fuck the shit out of her. But that isn't what a gentleman would do, now is it? Pam abruptly said she was ready to find a table and sit for a while. She seemed a little miffed about. You were rubbing against my clitoris that time. Please see what will happen when you rub both of them at the same time. If those feelings would add, it would be glorious.”“Okay, I’ll give it a try. That may wind up taking a lot of practice to get it right.”“I hope so. I could have you practice like that all day!”We laughed again, and I tried to rub both places at the same time. It was a little like the old thing about patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time, but I began to.