Tinkerbelle, of course you’ll do it.
The job is more than just mincing about in your stockings and high heels and your frilly maids uniform doing some dusting.
Our agreement was that I’d provide you a roof over your head; and I’d keep you fed and clothed, and you’d receive some weekly spending money and that in return you’d do the cleaning, the cooking, the ironing, laundry, the shopping and the cooking AND other services as required.
I was very clear, at the time, about what that entailed.
You need to think very long and hard about where else you’re going to get a job; where else you can receive food and accommodation.
I mean since she threw you out, your wife has told literally everybody that you are a transvestite - a sissy - and how you would mince about, limp-wristedly, in stockings and girlie clothes, and how you’d rather jerk off into you panties than have sex with her.
You’re the laughing stock of the community. You friends don’t want to know you any more. Your family are embarrassed by you and would rather not be seen with you anymore.
And you company won’t take you back. No company will want an exposed sissy as an executive.
They won’t tell you that.
Your job applications will just be overlooked and rejected for other reasons.
All crossdressing queers end up with a man inside them sooner or later, whether they’re attracted to men or not.
I mean what woman wants some emasculated, effeminate fag, dressed up in women’s clothing. Just ask your wife.
So just get onto those pretty stockinged knees, and part those painted lips for me.
You need to get used to this, for it’s going to be the first of many many times.
And tomorrow we’ll start getting you used to taking it from the other end.