Mistaken identity?

You approach Amy with your new, loose-hipped walk. She couldn't possibly recognize me? you wonder. Being acknowledged by Amy, a girl you've had a crush on for so long, feels amazing. Too bad she's paying more attention to you in your girl form than she ever did when you were a guy.

"Have we met?" she asked. "You interviewed for a position as a maid at my house, didn't you?" Amy's dad, as you know, is very rich . . . and a widower. Ever since Amy's mom died years ago, her dad has become, well . . . a bit strange, to put it mildly.

"Um, I don't think so," you reply.

Amy's face takes on a quizzical expression for a moment, then she apologizes. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else," she says, and starts to walk away.

Wait a minute, you think to yourself. Is it coincidence that I bumped into Amy like this? It couldn't be. Maybe I can take advantage of this situation.

"Amy, wait," you say, putting a hand on her shoulder. "If you're still looking for someone, I'm interested in the position."

Amy turns toward you and gives you a disbelieving look. "You're what?"

"I have experience as a maid," you tell her. This is not true, of course, but how hard could it be to work as a maid? You've done chores around your house like vacuuming, dusting, washing clothes, and all that. "Please put in a good word for me?"

Amy looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, then says, "Okay. Do you have to be anywhere right now? My dad would be interested in meeting you."

This is totally surreal, you think to yourself. I'm a woman, and now I'm going to be a maid? What am I getting myself into here?

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