Instantly recognizable to the attendant were the curves and air of his beautiful employer, Sophia Sappho. “Yes Miss Sophia” he addressed, “can I be of service?”
“Two of my guests have informed me that there is some raging, psychotic transvestite holed up in my Powder Room. Is this true Peeboy?”
The attendant stood motionless, transfixed by Sophia’s beauty and ashamed of the attire that incriminated him.
“Where did these clothes you have on come from?”
“From the hamper” his hand shook as he pointed to the lid of the hamper that still remained open.
“And whose panties and brassiere are you wearing anyway?” asked his employer in a voice full of scorn.
“I suppose they are the housekeeper Hilda’s.”
“Does Hilda know and approve of you wearing her dirty undergarments?” Sophia did not wait for an answer: “And have you been admitting my guests to this room with the clothes hamper lid ajar, allowing them free accord of all my servant’s filthy clothes, not to mention your own, scattered hear on the floor and in the tub?”
“Yes Miss Sophia.” the attendant whispered meekly.
“Well Peeboy or perhaps I should say Peegirl, this conduct is certainly unexpected. Gather up your belongings and leave my domain at once. You’re fired!”
Just as the gravity of the situation was hitting our hero, in walked another beautiful guest. It was Alanna Exquisette, the guest who had forced him to don the housekeeper’s bra and panties. “Now, now Sophia, don’t be too hard on the hired help. He was only doing my bidding. It was I who dressed him as you see and do you really think Hilda will mind? Gosh, if anything, Hilda will probably agree he looks almost as good as she does in her underwear.
“Please do not interfere Alanna, I cannot have my guests subjected to the bizarre whims of my lowly staff, especially one so lowly as the powder room attendant.”
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