He cleaned the hallway, lounge, dining room and utility room. He put a load of washing on before making Samantha some lunch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards. He had a little time to himself whilst he waited for the washing machine to complete it’s cycle before emptying it, separating it and putting it to dry… and by 2pm he could finally change into his ‘civvies’ for a few hours until supper time when it’s back to the grind for a couple of hours.
He removes his make-up and breathes a sigh of relief as his own face emerges. He unfastens his apron, unbuckles his shoes and unbuttons his frock. He pulls off his pop-socks and checks them for ladders before dropping them in either the bin or laundry basket, and clad in his panties and corset, chooses something ‘normal’ to wear.
