Sally dragged her red-faced husband into her mother's bedroom.

"Look at him!" She hissed, "His breasts are bigger than mine!"

Everyone stared at Tom's swollen chest. He was wearing a tight red sweater that failed to hide the jutting breasts that swayed obscenely as he sat down.

"Is he wearing a bra?" Her mother whispered, her glittering eyes feasting on the young man's chest.

Sally raised her arms in despair. "We haven't got a bra in the house that would fit him! What have you been doing to him?"

Her mother ignored her outburst. "My bras will fit him. I think one of my longlines will do for now.."

Sally leaned close, "Mummy listen to me. I've watched as you forced him to wear skirts, I've even allowed you to ...." She hesitated and then continued, "You sleep with my husband, you treat him as an unpaid servant. But enough is enough!"

Martha experienced a hot flush that shook her whole body. "Show me, us...show them!" She whispered thickly.

Tom chewed his lower lip. Without looking at his wife he obeyed the older woman. Slowly, almost teasingly, Tom raised the tight woollen sweater.

Both females watched wide-eyed as he revealed first, his neat girlish waist..

"Corset-training gave him that waist.." Martha muttered.

Sally could only stare bug-eyed as Tom rolled his sweater over the huge luscious breasts. Magnificent breasts!

For a long uncomfortable moment nobody spoke.

Martha eventually asked Tom his view. "Do you hate them?" She said softly.

Sally watched her husband as he thought.

Tom took a deep breath, "No. To be honest I don't. They are sometimes awkward, difficult to get used to...but.."

Sally groaned, "Mummy this must stop! He's my husband!"

Martha laughed softly, "No. He might be your wife, he might be my maid, and he might even be my lesbian lover. But he most definitely is no longer your husband!"

How do I become a maid?