After a day spent tidying up the apartment, it was hard for Persephone not to feel accomplished.
Persephone was a tall woman, a few fingers over six feet, and even after half a decade of hormones, she didn't have much to fill it all out with. She'd always been a bit thin and bony, and that hadn't really changed, despite the small breasts on her chest or the cute little butt that her girlfriend liked so much.
Still, at least she liked her face. Persephone took good care of her skin, and was proud of her smooth jawline, full lips, and subtle make-up that didn't run even after a day of work.
Her long black hair was pulled back into a tail, and a purple bandanna covered the rest. As much a something like a maid's outfit or even just an apron would fit for a cleaning day, instead Persephone went for something simpler, opting to dress in a baggy long-sleeved shirt from before she'd transitioned, something she wouldn't mind getting dirty, and her favorite skirt, made of a hardy fabric and easily washed.
Which was an important thing to consider for her wardrobe on chore day. Besides keeping the apartment clean, this sort of day helped Persephone focus on the good of what she'd done, the clean carpet and the rack of spotless dishes and the dust-free entertainment center, rather than thinking about her current state of joblessness.
It felt wrong to her, staying home all day, landlocked by her lack of driver's license, all while her girlfriend Sandy went out each day, working and doing the shopping and...
Persephone felt a little surge of happiness, shivered, and let herself smile. It may have felt unequal, and she might worry about what Sandy thought of the situation continuing on and on with no end in sight, but there was something about it that also gave her gender euphoria. Traditional gender roles were silly, of course, Persephone was a feminist. But there was something exciting to the idea of being a stay-at-home wife for the love of her life.
The sound of a car pulling into the parking lot outside caught Persephone's attention, and a quick check of the time confirmed it. "Speak of the devil," she said under her breath. Years of voice training had gotten it exactly where she wanted, light and girly and undeniably feminine.
She looked down at herself, noticing the sweat on her hands from all her hard work, the light pit stains that even a strong coating of deodorant hadn't been able to forestall. And her
panties
... She'd hoped to have time to change into something prettier before Sandy came home, but it seemed those hopes were dashed to the rocks.
"Honey, I'm home!" Sandy called out as she stepped through the threshold. She was still wearing her work uniform, a polo shirt and pair of slacks, but within seconds of the door closing behind her, Sandy was taking them off, tossing them to the ground, leaving her in just her panties and camisole.
Looking at the scene before her, Persephone frowned. "I know the uniform is uncomfortable, love, but maybe you could wait to undress until you're in the bedroom, where the hamper is? Or at least, carry the clothes there after you take them off?"
The problem with these objections was, of course, that even as Persephone made them, she was ogling all the girlfriend that had been exposed by the hurried undressing.
Sandy was a good head and a half shorter than Persephone, but that was the only metric one could use to call her 'smaller'. The camisole exposed her thick arms, her valley of cleavage, and her soft tummy. On the scale between 'chubby' and 'fat', Sandy was solidly in on the upper end of the former. She had short brown hair, cut into a bob, and at the moment that hair looked a little too shiny from lack of recent showering. Her face was round and cute, with big dimples when she smiled, which was often.
Seeing that expression of longing on Persephone's face, Sandy grinned, crossing the distance between them and putting an arm around her girlfriend, hand gripping firmly onto Persephone's side as she pulled her girlfriend closer. "That's a lot of complaining from someone who's getting a free show, honey."
Feeling heat rush to her cheeks, Persephone put up an illusion of resistance. "I'm just saying, it'd be nice if..." Being so close, she could smell the musky aroma of a post-work Sandy, the scent sharp and far too good at making her thoughts go all foggy.
"Aww, Peri, sweetheart, you don't need to lie. Tell the truth for me." It was a soft command, but it was a command nonetheless, and it was coupled with the feeling of Sandy's other hand wandering down, cupping Persephone's pert butt through her skirt.
The sensation made her let out a squeak of excitement, and the sound was quickly followed by a rush of words. "I, I like it, I love watching you undress mistress, your body t-turns me on!" Her thighs started to rub together unconsciously as her arousal built.
A hand on the collar of Persephone's t-shirt gently tugged her down, and Sandy began kissing at her collarbone, up to her neck, up to her ear. "What else, princess?"
The pet name made her shiver in excitement, her dainty cock painfully hard as it rubbed against her panties. "Your s-s-smell, I love your smell, it's so good!" It felt so dirty to admit that something like body odor could turn her on so much, but it was what her mistress wanted, so it was what Persephone had to do.
"Good girl." One more kiss, and then as suddenly as she approached, Sandy pulled back, a teasing smile on her lips. "Now, I'm gonna go pick out something comfier to wear, and just because I love you so much, I'll take my work clothes with me. It's frozen pizza night, right?"
"Look at you, remembering the meal plan," Persephone said, trying to hide her disappointment that the play had ended early.
Sandy winked at her. "Well, you get that going, I'll do my thing, and then we can find something to do to pass the time until food is ready." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Persephone's cheek, then as promised she gathered her discarded clothes and went to their bedroom.
As much as Persephone wanted to simmer over the teasing, she couldn't help but smile as she got dinner ready.
The choice to do a big apartment cleaning was intentional, since it paired with the day where making dinner would be easiest. That wasn't to say all Persephone had to do was preheat the oven and slide the pizza in, she enjoyed putting in a
little
more effort than that. Still, she was nearing the end of her energy reserves. Out of spoons, as her fellow disability-minded friends would say.
With the oven heating up, she got to work preparing some garlic butter. "Oh, did you hear back about the washer and dryer?" she called out.
From the other room, Sandy responded. "Oh, did I not tell you? Yeah, it's gonna be a couple more days. I figured since tomorrow's the start of my weekend, I could handle a laundromat trip."
Suddenly painfully aware of how dirty her clothes were, Persephone could especially feel her panties. They'd been her last clean pair two days ago, and by this point, they were well past the point of cleanliness she preferred. "Can't you... do a laundry run tonight? I don't have any clean underwear, and the ones I'm wearing now are making me uncomfortable." She hated to ask, especially after Sandy had just got home from work, but... what else was she to do?
"I don't think I'm up for that tonight, buuuuut..." Sandy returned to the room, still in her underwear, hiding something behind her back, her rosy cheeks and wide grin a dead giveaway she had something silly planned. "I've got a pair I haven't worn in a while, you could just borrow these until tomorrow!"
Turning her attention back to the frozen pizza, Persephone began brushing the garlic butter on the outside crust. "You're sure they're clean?" She knew her girlfriend had a habit of occasionally wearing underwear far past the point of propriety.
Hands reached under her skirt and tugged down the panties she'd been wearing. They were a lacy set, the fabric a beautiful plum color, but now they were damp with sweat, whatever sexy appeal they might have had long lost in Persephone's eyes. "Leg up," Sandy told her, and she obeyed. Sandy slipped out the old pair leg by leg, then worked to slide on the new ones. Due to the angle, Persephone couldn't get a glimpse of what they looked like as she worked on the food. "I told you, I haven't worn them in ages."
Sandy tugged them into place, making them as snug as possible, which wasn't much considering they were a size or two too large. They also felt... well, certainly not clean, but not freshly dirty either.
Persephone moved her legs a little, testing how the fabric stiffly adjusted with her movement, and frowned. "Love, are these the pair you wore in college?"
"Aww, c'mon babe, I thought you liked my scent? This way, you can enjoy it even when I'm not here!" Sandy teased. Before Persephone could turn a glare onto her girlfriend, Sandy backed up, giggling to herself. "Anyway, I realized I'm overdue for a shower, so I'm gonna do one real quick. Talk to you later byyyeeeeeee!" Then she sprinted out of the kitchen to retreat into the bathroom.
Unsure if her lover really needed a shower or if she just wanted a way to avoid immediate consequences for this prank, Persephone focused on finishing the pizza as the sound of the water starting drifted towards her. Adding olive oil, fresh mozzarella cheese, and some deli pepperoni, she got the meal perfectly prepared. Persephone put it in, set a timer, and reached down under her skirt.
"I cannot
believe
she pulled this," she grumbled to herself.
She'd rather be wearing her own dirty underwear than
these
