Poison Laced Pleasure

Chapter 3 : Housework Gets Awkward

Friday evening rolled around quicker than expected, with it came the moment for Dan to embrace the reality for the evening. Dan's heart hammered as he fished out the maid outfit from its hiding place. The clock ticked away, each second feeling like an eternity as he tried to work up the nerve to put it on. His family was downstairs, the sounds of their laughter and chatter echoing up to his room. He had to be careful.

He quickly pulled on the control briefs, ensuring that his penis was nestled in, as best as he could to hide his erection. The lacy panties were next, a tight fit but a necessary piece. He stepped into the frilly dress, feeling the fabric brush against his skin as he pulled it over his head. The stockings slid up his legs easily, the silkiness of them adding to the excitement. He slipped into the high-heeled shoes, wobbling slightly as he tried to balance on the unfamiliar footwear.

Finally, he took out the wig and bra. The breasts were already in place, the weight of them surprisingly comfortable against his chest. He put on the wig and styled it to cover the edges of the bra, then applied a bit of makeup to hide any signs of his true identity.

He took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he grabbed the doorknob. He turned it slowly, wincing at every creak of the hinge. The hallway was clear, and he tiptoed towards the stairs, his heart racing. He could hear the TV downstairs, the sound of his mother's laughter. He took a step, then another, trying to be as quiet as possible.

At the bottom of the stairs, he paused, listening intently. His sister was in the kitchen, but she was too engrossed in her phone to notice him. He took a deep breath and continued, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He reached the front door, his hand trembling as he turned the knob. He slipped outside, the cool evening air brushing against his bare skin, and closed the door with a soft click.

Now, looking like a fool in a maid's outfit, Dan surveyed his surroundings with a nervous wreck. The neighborhood was quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But he had done it. He had slipped out of the house without being caught, and now he was free to face whatever the night had in store for him.

The walk to the girls' house was a blur of adrenaline and fear. He kept his head down, avoiding the gazes of passersby. What would they think if they knew what he was doing? Would they laugh? Would they be disgusted? He pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand.

As he approached the house, his heart was racing so fast he thought it might burst from his chest. He could see the lights on, and he knew they were waiting for him.

He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. The sound echoed through the quiet night, and he waited with bated breath for what felt like an eternity.

As the door swung open, Mandy appeared, her figure wrapped in a clingy white dress that caressed her curves like a lover's embrace. The transformation from her usual attire was stark, yet it suited her, bringing to mind those irresistible fantasies of the sultry math teacher who could make even numbers seem erotic. Her hair was swept up in a bun, a pair of glasses balanced on her nose, adding an intellectual allure that made her appear even more tempting.

Her eyes grew wide with a mix of astonishment and amusement. "Well, well, well," she purred, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You've truly outdone yourself."

Dan's cheeks flushed, his heart hammering in his chest. He had never realized how alluring Mandy could be, and the way she looked now was nothing short of mesmerizing. "Hi," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Mandy stepped aside, allowing him to enter the house."I see you've decided to arrive on time," she teased, her smile growing as she caught the way he ogled her. "I'm surprised you could resist the urge to take a detour and show off to the neighborhood."