It began as a typical wash day for my sissy maid. At least until she tried to start the washing machine and nothing happened. She played with it for a while, hoping to get it to cooperate, but had no luck. She eventually decided she needed to go to a local laundromat to have clothes for the next week. So she packed everything inside those canvas laundry bags, so no one could see any of her different femme attire, as well as her ordinary male clothes. She then gathered her pocket change, packed the bags into her car, and drove out into the day to the laundromat. When she arrived, the place was rather empty. She was relieved because she did not want a large audience. She figured she could just keep it cool and pretend all the frilly clothes belonged to her non-existent girlfriend.
Or so she thought, until she realized she'd have to separate the feminine and male things to wash them in those industrial-sized washers. She understood the feminine clothes would need to be washed on a gentler cycle than the male clothes. So she selected a few washers at the back and began sorting. She hadn't noticed how many panties she had worn that week until she was packing everything!
There were panties everywhere, including bikinis, thongs, g-strings, and cheeky panties. An elderly lady next to the washer my sissy maid was using looked on knowingly as my sissy maid went through her clothes. This lady kept watching as she hastily threw her authentic pink sissy French maid uniform in the washer. Sissy maid wished she had left that one at home and hand-washed it, but it was too late now. The lady had already noticed it. Sissy maid started both washers of cloths and avoided eye contact.
So this is when sissy maid laundry day becomes interesting. She went and sat in one of the laundromat chairs to wait. She took a magazine from her bag and began to flip through it. The elderly lady approached and sat down next to her. “Excuse me for asking, dearie, but I was wondering if that lovely sissy maid outfit belonged to you?” replied the young girl. Sissy maid went to various hues of scarlet, but she realized she had been caught. So she admitted to it. “Yes, ma'am,” she answered sheepishly. “Well, that's fantastic!” the lady said.
“I've been hunting for the ideal sissy maid to help clean my home. It's becoming difficult for me to keep up with everything. Would you like to help me out?” And so, a few hours later, my sissy maid was dressed in that pink French maid uniform, feather duster in hand, cleaning a strange lady's house for her! After their sissy maid laundry day excursion, they have made housecleaning a regular occurrence. The lady is kink-friendly and needs someone to clean, and my sissy maid is delighted to assist.
The End!
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