Whatever Happened to Charlie? (Flashback Friday)

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What you thought you had got rid of me?

Well I am bringing back Flashback Friday until I have enough captions for a new season. First up we go way back to one of my first captions. You can read the Volunteer here.

Zoli

For our first Flashback Friday in what seems like forever we delve deep into the annals of sissy history to catch up with one of our earliest feminised specimen. You may remember Charlie as a wet behind the ears freshman fratboy who inadvertently volunteered himself to be the live in maid at his fraternity's sister sorority house – Alpha-Sigma-Kappa, and if you do, it's nice to see you're still here. Anyway, six years have passed so how about we take a look whatever happened to Charlie...?

Charlie shut off the noisy vacuum cleaner and smiled at a job well done. He adored the first day of term. The girls would be here soon and the red carpet was awaiting their return, as was the rest of their spotless house – courtesy of their much loved sorority mascot...Charlie.

He still had vague memories of his initial horror at volunteering to be a sissy maid. Six years is not nearly long enough for such humiliation to fade, however, once he had got used to the discomfort of the uniform and learned to walk in heels, he found that there was a fairly big upside. More female attention than he had ever received before in his life was suddenly thrust upon him. So what if they were doing his hair or teaching him how to apply makeup? They were spending time with him. And as he got better at doing his own cosmetics and as his hair grew out, he found that they continued to spend time with him. He was an ear to unload on, a shoulder to cry on and an honest opinion when it came to outfit choices. All this inspired him to work hard with his chores and build trust with the girls.

This didn't go unnoticed by the sorority leaders and Charlie was rewarded with a new uniform, visits from beauty students to upgrade his image and the occasional handjob. The absurdity of what he was doing disappeared into the background and he quickly felt less like someone who merely cleaned the furniture and more like part of it. At the end of the school year Charlie became the first ever live in sissy maid to volunteer for a second term and the first ever sophomore to take the position. Now a second year medical student, he was in his sixth year with Alpha-Sigma-Kappa.

Charlie heard cars pulling up outside the house and instinctively put the vacuum nozzle down. He checked his makeup and outfit in a nearby mirror. He rubbed his eyebrows gently with his glove. They stung a little from being waxed. Next, he smoothed down his apron and examined his legs for any rogue hairs. How could he possibly keep a house in check if he couldn't keep himself up to standard? Doors were opening and closing downstairs now and the same old butterflies gathered in his stomach. He danced in his heels before composing himself and walking to the top of the stairs. The girls were gathered in the hall surrounded by their bags. They looked up to see him watching them from the balcony. Charlie spread his arms wide and his smile wider. “Welcome home!”