Emergence of Josette

It was a few years ago when I admitted to my wife that I love dressing in women's clothing. It was after she found a stash of some of my panties. They weren't her size, so it was an immediate red flag for her. She didn't immediately believe me. So I gave her an impromptu fashion show. She seemed uncomfortable with the idea at first, but said she was open to it; so long as I only did it at home.

I was surprised when she began to actually encourage my cross dressing not long ago. She even bought me a few outfits. One happened to be a maid's outfit. She was still adamant about keeping it in our home, however. What she liked most, I think, was having me in that maids outfit cleaning the house. She had even appointed a name for me in this particular outfit.

I was in a rotating shift at my job, so our days off differed. I was looking forward to sleeping in and taking it easy this particular day. As she was dressed and ready to leave for work, she stopped by our bedroom door.

She said, "Josette, there are some things I need you to do around the house today. I wrote them down and left the paper on the kitchen counter."

"Oui, madame," I wearily replied in a sheepish voice.

"Now you be a good girl," she said as she winked at me and left for the day. I lay in bed for a little while longer.

I had a light breakfast before I began to ready myself for the day. I dressed in a pair of wedges-heels, stay up thigh high stockings with a back-seam, a satin thong, the maid's dress, and a Halloween bob wig. The dress is form fitting. It's more of a cocktail dress with lace trim added and a matching lace apron. I love how it feels on me, especially when I move around in it. I haven't got into make-up yet, just clothing.

I tidied the common areas, vacuumed the carpets and wiped the dust from things. By now it was later in the morning. So I moved my concentration toward the kitchen area. I turned on the kitchen radio and started to load the dishwasher. I had the volume up pretty loud so it could be heard over the dishwasher. The tune on the radio had a strong Latin vibe. I was really getting into it. Rather it was getting into me, causing me to sway my hips and body. I was browsing through the cupboards, trying to figure out what I was going to have for lunch.