When the girls began arriving BJ looked great. He had done a perfect job on his make-up and had his hair pinned up with a little cap perched on top of his head. He also had some small, pretty earrings adorning his pierced ear lobes. The uniform was impeccable and his legs looked great in the white nylons covering them and ending in black pumps. BJ answered the doorbell each time it rang and invited the guest in then showed them into the living room where he took their wraps and purses and whisked them off to the bedroom where they would not be in the way. BJ's movement was very graceful and fluid as he conducted himself around the condo giving the impression of efficient professionalism. I was so proud of him that I am sure I was just beaming.
After everyone had arrived, we moved to the dining room and took seats at the nicely decorated table that BJ had furnished with our best china. BJ then proceed to serve lunch and attend to our every need while giving the impression that he was enjoying his work. While we ate our lunch, BJ removed himself to the kitchen and began cleaning up. We had the usual conversation about the male pigs that we all had to deal with in the firms where we worked and related things we had used to minimize their effect on our work and move up the career ladder. When everyone was finished with this topic, I suggested that we go back into the living room and have a glass of wine to finish off our lunch. We sipped on our wine and gossiped a bit about this and that until someone asked me where I had found such a wonderful domestic. I stood and called BJ in to the living room. I took him by the hand and told the ladies that my wonderful domestic was actually my wonderful sissy husband and that I had not found him but created him.
There was a look of disbelief on their faces so I told BJ to show the ladies my toy. With a smile BJ said, "yes madam" and reached under his skirt, unsnapped his garter belt, pulled down his panties and released his gaff.
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