Made to be a sissy - Part 2

This Saturday, I arrived promptly at 8 a.m. as Sabrina had requested. As I rang the
doorbell, I could hear Muffin barking while running to see who was invading her domain.
Muffin became quiet when the door was opened and she saw it was me, after
being hushed by Ceceel, who answered the door.
Ceceel gave me a bright warm smile and briefly met my eyes, revealing a hint of his
obvious embarrassment over the image he presented to a relative stranger. Then he
returned his eyes demurely downward inviting me in.
Today Ceceel was wearing a tight pair of shiny neon pink lycra bike shorts. He wore
an abbreviated matching tank top leaving his midriff bare. The top could have easily
been mistaken for a sports bra which many women wear these days. His stomach was
flat and hairless and quite thin. His arms, also bare and thin, lacked any muscle tone
and were also hairless. His legs were slender, yet shapely, and bore the thin sparse
hair that I noticed a week earlier. On his feet he wore a darling pair of pure white unisex
tennis sneakers; the type a girl might certainly wear.
I couldn't help notice how smooth and flat his crotch was; not the slightest indication
of a masculine bulge that most men would show while wearing such tight spandex;
not that a real man would wear such an effeminate ensemble.
He actually blushed like a maiden when he noticed my surprised eyes as they
rather casually studied the fit of his pretty neon ping bike shorts...
Even Ceceel's cologne had a fragrant floral scent (almost like a bouquet of pansies)
which I could not imagine a virile male wearing.
“Sabrina would like you to join her for some coffee,” Ceceel said in his soft voice as he
led me to the breakfast room.
Sabrina stood when I entered the room and greeted me warmly with a hug. She was
such a stunning woman. She wore a simple, yet elegant lavender silk kimono which
accented her beautiful eyes and was offset by her radiant black hair. Her legs were
quite bare wearing only matching high-heeled satin mules.
As we greeted with a hug, I suddenly found myself strangely attracted to this beautiful
woman.
In my thirty-five years I never thought I had any physical attraction to members of
my gender as I was happily married to my husband, William, for the past ten years.
Sabrina invited me to sit and, turning to her husband said, “CeCe, do be a dear and
bring Jennifer some coffee and one of your delicious Danish.”
I found the nickname amusing. I'm sure it was an affectionate name for “Ceceel”,
but the way it was pronounced (“SeeSee”) it almost sounded like “sissy”; a name I
thought aptly described such a delicate male.
Sabrina engaged me in warm conversation asking me how my week was and if she
thought I would enjoy being their weekly housekeeper. She was a warm, sincere, successful
woman with much character and personality. How could I not like being asso-ciated in any way with such a person, and I told her so. She gave a charming laugh
and reached over to pat my hand.
When she did, I felt that strange warmth flow through my body; almost wishing her
touch would remain.
Shortly, Ceceel (or “CeCe” I should say) returned with the coffee and Danish. This
time he wore the most darling sheer organza pinafore-like apron over his attire. He
poured my coffee and served my Danish before turning and returning to the kitchen.
As he was leaving, I noticed that as thin and frail a boy as he was, his buttocks was
quite shapely and rounded, accented by the bow of the neatly tied apron.
I found myself staring and thinking that any woman would be proud to have such a
shapely rear end.
As he departed for the kitchen I noticed that he took rather short strides; his hips
swaying to-and-fro as the organza streamers of the bow tickled the backs of his bare
knees.
My staring must have been obvious because when I returned my gaze to Sabrina, she
was looking at me with a knowing smile.
“CeCe is just perfect in the kitchen and I insist that he wear an apron to protect his
attire. He loves to cook and prepare scrumptious meals, so I leave the kitchen chores
completely to him. I'm not very good in the kitchen, I'm afraid. CeCe even has my
evening dinner waiting for me when I return home since he is almost always home before
I am. I just call him on my cellular phone when I leave the office and, viola, dinner
is waiting when I get home, along with a chilled glass of fume blanc.”
How truly lucky this woman was. To have such charms, and such a domesticated
spouse to boot.
We continued our conversation and Sabrina informed me that she would be leaving
for the gym for a few hours. She made it a point to exercise at lease three times per
week for at least two hours per session, working on weight training and some type of
cardiovascular exercise like the stairs, or step-aerobics or the like.
As we continued our conversation, she whispered that she was thinking of having
`CeCe' quit his job at the bank.
“We certainly don't need his added income, little that it is, and it would give him the
opportunity to take several classes to learn how to be more supportive of me and my
career. I do feel that CeCe would be the perfect full time homemaker.
“Besides,” she continued, “I'm afraid CeCe has led a rather sheltered life. He lacks
any competitive spirit that would challenge him to become anything more than a simple
clerk.
“And, from time to time I have heard several unguarded remarks from various bank
staff about poor CeCe's rather effeminate looks. In fact, one teller, not knowing that
Ceceel was my husband, suggested that the clerk that I had been talking to was either
quite gay, or a transsexual! She further stated that she wouldn't be at all surprised if
the little fairy didn't swish into work someday wearing a skirt! Poor little CeCe...”
Before finishing our coffee, Sabrina asked if I would like to join her for lunch this
coming Wednesday.
I knew I would be near her Scottsdale office so I readily accepted as she promised a
delightful treat at a trendy restaurant in the fashionable Scottsdale Fashion Square
Shopping Plaza.
Twenty minutes after I began my duties, Sabrina stopped by on her way out to the
gym. I was spellbound!
She wore white lycra leggings over which she wore a white gym suite belted at the
waist with a lavender weight belt. Her glistening legs were in perfect proportion and
her thighs had muscles which looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo. Her
bosom proudly rose from her chest in feminine splendor. She was muscular, yet so
very feminine. Hard, yet so soft. This truly had to be the perfect womanly body upstaged
only by her facial beauty.
There was no question in my mind that this woman was not only mentally superior
to her spouse, she was physically superior to Ceceel, as well. For the life of me, I could
not comprehend her attraction to CeCe when she could clearly have any man of her
choice.
In too short a time she was off to the gym and I was only left with her vision in my
mind's eye as a pleasant diverging daydream as I continued my chores.
I vacuumed and dusted the other three bedrooms, two of which were nice and
tastefully decorated and were located in the far east wing of the home. The third adjoined
the Master Bedroom and was quite different that the rest. Without question, it
was the most feminine bedroom I had ever seen.
The centerpiece was a beautiful canopy bed done in white with matching pink trim.
Chiffon ruffles hung down the roof of the canopy and a multi-layered chiffon and

organza
sham framed the perimeter of the bottom of the bed. A beautifully rich comforter
in white silk with soft pink embroidery seemed to float on the bed as did the two
large silk-covered pillows trimmed with a flowered lace. The entire color scheme of the
room was white with soft pink accents. Chiffon curtains framed the large arched windows
tied off with puffy pink satin bows. A vanity table was set against the wall adjoining
the Master Bedroom and was similarly skirted as was its chair which sported a
thickly padded satin seat of pink. A full-sized lighted mirror hung tastefully above the vanity. Shelves of cherry white oak were displayed with a beautiful collection of dolls
and fairy-tale books which told stories of princesses and delicate little girls.
I would have dismissed this room as perhaps belonging to a favorite visiting niece of
Sabrina's, as they had no children of their own, except that a delicate pink set of baby
doll pajamas laying on the bed suggested that someone recently used this room.
Some time later I returned to the Master Bedroom to retrieve my duster and found
Ceceel pouring a bath in the large oval marble sunken basin.
“Oh, will you be taking a bath CeCe?” I inquired.
“Oh, no, Ma'am, Sabrina likes to have a bath waiting when she returns from her
workout,” came his eager reply as he added fragrant oils and even checked the water's
temperature with a thermometer to be sure it was just right.
When I completed my tasks, Sabrina had long returned from the gym and was lounging
in the living room reading several financial magazines. I bid her farewell and she
told me she was looking forward to our luncheon engagement this coming Wednesday.
She was casually attired in a full-length robe, but I would never forget the vision
locked forever in my mind of her outstanding physique in her gym attire.
Tommy followed me as I went to bid farewell to Ceceel.
Again, I found him in the laundry room tending to his weekly ironing duties. I was
a bit surprised to find him carefully pressing delicate panties on the ironing board.
How rich, I thought, that Sabrina would even insist that he press her panties.
Of course, what would happen if he refused?