### **From Ex-Husband to French Maid**
I’m sitting at my desk in my home office doing some work when I hear the sound of your high heels approaching. I look up and see you in my bedroom doorway. You curtesy.
“I’m ready for inspection of my chores, ma’am.”
I look over my glasses at you in your french maid attire with hosiery and tall heels. Your face is made up according to my instructions. No wig today, your hair is getting longer and I placed a cute hair band in it. You look adorable.
“Excellent, sissy,” I say.
I take my glasses off and follow you down the hall to the laundry nook where all my laundry has been folded into three baskets. I inspect that it’s all been handled appropriately. I nod and give a pat on your tush to keep us moving.
Next is the bathroom, followed by the living room and your sissy quarters. Everything looks great.
“I’m impressed, sissy. So far so good. Just think, when you first got here you could barely run a vacuum.”
“Thank you, my Queen,” you say humbly.