Crossing Texas – Chapter Three
“Jesus,” I muttered as I pulled on the slacks. A bit baggy in the hips, and a zipper on the side where it would do a man no good, but otherwise a fairly decent fit.
Unlike the lavender slacks, the blouse was white and not readily distinguishable from a guy’s shirt, except for a few small, embroidered flowers on the collar. I fumbled with the buttons, which were on the wrong side, then put on Amanda’s sandals. Feeling odd, I walked to the mirror. Luckily, the clothes fit OK, as I was 5’8″ and thin by nature. The long hair I had grown over the winter, which until now had given me the appearance of a hippie, combined with the clothes to give me an effeminate appearance. Feeling embarrassed, I left the room and walked to the restaurant. It was getting dark. I must have slept all day.
Sara stared at me as I entered the restaurant. We both blushed; me from my situation and appearance, and she, apparently, from seeing a guy wearing a maid’s clothes.
“Sara,” I said hesitantly as I approached the counter, “I’m really sorry for what I did. I don’t know what could have gotten into me. I blacked out., I don’t remember anything.”
Sara said nothing. She looked embarrassed by the situation. Amanda entered the room.
“Pervert! Leave Sara alone, will you? Just stand still and shut up!”
“What about it, Sara, do you think Michael can do Pam’s job until we hire a new girl,” asked Amanda.
“I.., I suppose so..”
“OK, Michael, your job will be to clean rooms, make beds, wash linen.
Nothing too complicated.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll do my best. I promise.”
“You’ll start tomorrow morning. Sara will give you dinner, then you will return to your room. Your workday starts at six a.m.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you. But, maybe I could go out tonight to buy some clothes. Just some jeans and a workshirt?”
“What do you think, Sara, can Michael wear Pam’s clothes while he works here? They seem to fit him,” said Amanda.
“I don’t know, Mandy. He looks a bit odd dressed like that. He might make our guests uncomfortable. People around here don’t much like queer guys.”
“True. That’s true.., but, let me think..”. Amanda was quiet for some moments, pondering the situation.
“I know! Michael can dress 100% as a female. That way, customers won’t be offended, as they will just assume he’s a girl.”
“Wha..”, I started to protest.
“Shut up, idiot! I won’t tell you that again!” said Amanda.
After a moment of silence, Sara responded.
“But Mandy, he’s a guy. He should wear guy’s clothes, not girl’s clothes.”
“No, Sara. I’ve decided. While he works here, Michael will be 100% maid.
That means he’ll wear lingerie, makeup, everything. Maybe once he knows how it feels to be a girl, he’ll empathize with us, instead of raping us.”
“But Mandy.,” Sara tried to interrupt.
“No. That’s it, Sara. I’ve decided. Our guests expect our hotel maids to be female. Really, Sara, have you ever seen a male motel maid anywhere in Texas?”
Amanda continued to describe to Sara the benefits of having me work as a woman. But this discussion was strictly between Amanda and Sara. Clearly, my thoughts on this matter were not a factor.
“Sara, you will take the pervert to Mervyns and buy him the basics. He had $500 in his wallet. Use it. I’ll cover the restaurant for you and will also find Pam’s other uniforms for Michael to wear.
“Now remember, Sara, if tomorrow morning he doesn’t look like a female, then this deal is off. I’ll call the authorities and you’ll file charges against him. Understand?”
“Yes, Amanda.”
“Oh, and one more thing. Michael, you’ll be wearing Pam’s clothes and wearing her name tags. So, dear pervert, from this point on your name is Pamela. Got it? Now, say your name.”
“Pamela,” I said hesitantly.
“Good girl,” Amanda said condescendingly, as if I were a dog that had just rolled over, “now, return to your room this minute and shave off all your body hair. All of it. Everywhere. There’s a shaving kit in the room. And don’t even think of asking me any questions.”
Angry but silent, I left the restaurant and returned to my room.
“Wow, Mandy, you’re really gonna make him dress like a girl,” asked Sara.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s humiliate the idiot.”
“But he really didn’t do anything to deserve all this.”
“So? I need a maid around here, and now I have one. Sara, you love me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mandy.”
“Then play along with this. As you know, unlike you, I don’t much like guys. I’ll enjoy this. But we’ve gotta play good cop- bad cop now, and you’re the good cop, Sara. Just play along. Believe me, he’s harmless.” Amanda leaned towards Sara and kissed her.
“Oh, OK Mandy. I’ll do my best,” Sara replied with an air of resignation.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Three.
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