STORY DESCRIPTION Michael
I was out with two female friends, having a drink, and they started to wind me up about how females, slaved away.
"Ha, two minutes dusting, then an hour shopping for clothes, a coffee then, stuff the lunch in the micro wave, and sit chatting with neighbours, while the washing machine does the work. The male is the one to go out and earn the money for the clothes she buys, working eight hours a day while she sits there, supping coffee," I retaliated.
"You would not last a week," Fran said.
Like a fool, I agreed to the challenge, one week working as a female, looking after a house. Little did I know just how devious females can be, to teach me a lesson.
Not the modern female no, back to Victorian times without any mechanical aids.
I did slave away, but the sex compensated, having passed the trials; I was put to work in a second-hand dress shop, with extras. They offered everything a female could want, from tampons to orgasms. The latter being after I was employed there, and in cubicle three.
My day was filled with measuring breasts, advising on dresses, and servicing females.
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