Maid

"Wait, that...that's Sam?" you heard your wife's lover exclaim. You turned, looked down, shy, embarrassed. 

"She goes by Samantha now, but yes, that's who used to be Sam," your wife answered.

"He..."

"She," your wife corrected.

"Sorry, she...I mean...how does she go to work?"

You heard your wife chuckle. "Let's just say she works from home now."

"I suppose with Zoom and all that," he said.

"Zoom?" your wife laughed. "She's a full-time maid, darling, there's no need for her to Zoom."

"My god," he said.

"Darling, I told you half measures were confusing her. One day in boy's clothes, the next in girl's clothes; it was far easier to just pick one or the other."

"That's what he...she...picked?"

"Heavens no. Sam wanted me to pick the boy and make a go of it as husband and wife. Naturally, I was having none of that and threw out every piece of male clothing in the house that very evening. She came along quickly, though being threatened with permanent chastity might have helped her see the light."

"You let her..."

"Fuck me? Heavens no," your wife laughed. "Every couple of months, if she's well behaved, I unlock her and let her touch herself for a minute or two, just so she remembers what it was like. Not squirt, of course, she's better behaved kept on edge."

"You're something else," he shook his head. "I'd never..."

"Darling, you a man, of course you'd never. You can't understand how the mind of a sissy works."