Chapter 4

Well, dears, it was a very embarrassed Henrietta Fitzwinkle who felt a bulge in his panties when he had to welcome his old boss Joe Dugan at the door of his apartment, knowing that Joe could see he was all flustered in his frilly maid's uniform. After all, he had known Joe in what seemed like another life, when he was a man named Henry Fitzwinkle.

Now, what was he? Not quite a woman, even though he was being injected regularly with frilly feminine hormones, but yet, definitely not a man. The idea of him being taken seriously as a man anymore was fast receding into the distance.

"Henrietta, you pathetic sissy, what are you daydreaming about?" said his wife Sally, interrupting Henrietta's musings. Just for good measure, Sally gave Henrietta a good smack on his jiggly sissy bottom, and said, "Get to work, you pansy, and serve us drinks in the living room.

Henrietta gave a sigh of defeat and wiggled away on his spike heels, blushing furiously that Joe Dugan, who looked surprisingly virile and handsome tonight, had to see him in such a frilly outfit.

Henrietta was a good little maid after that, bringing Joe and Sally drinks on a tray, and bending down just so, knees together and bottom out, when he stooped down to serve them as they sat on the couch nuzzling with each other.