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Teresa's father unlocked the front door to the house, and opened it. He stepped aside to allow Ashley to come through first. "Please, make yourself comfortable..."

Once the two had stepped inside, he closed the door behind them, and sat on a leather chair. Teresa's father rested his arm on a small table beside his seat, where a large wine bottle was located next to a pair of glasses on coasters. He removed the loose cork from the bottle with his hand, and poured wine into both glasses. He held one forward, as if offering it to Ashley. "Would you care to have a drink?"

Teresa's father smirked, and began to chuckle. "Well, I guess that means more for me!" He began to sip the wine from the glass. As he drank, his eyebrows became more subtlely serious. Seems it was time the formalities ended, and they cut to the chase.

But before that could happen, Teresa walked into the room, eyeing their conversation. "Hey, dad. What's going on over here?", she said in English. She then noticed Ashley and looked a mixture of frightened and confused. "Don't be worried, sweetheart!", her father said with a flash of his teeth, "I'm simply having a talk with him, man-to-man!"

His next sip of wine was much louder than his previous one. "So Ashley, what comes to your mind when you think of 'responsibility'? Do you think of mistakes that people make, which must be paid for by some negative means? That if a man robs a bank, it's his responsibility to go to prison? Or is responsibility a moral obligation, which is done for the greater good? Is saving a life your responsibility because it's morally right?"

"This morning, I caught word of a little... mistake on your and my daughter's parts. And now, I would like you two to take responsibility for it. Not as a punishment, but because it is the right thing to do."

Teresa was visibly shaking. She knew that the truth was going to come out right here, from the mouth of her father. Though not even she had any idea of what he meant by 'take responsibility'. She feared for herself, but more so feared for Ashley. Her dad could be really scary at times like these.

Teresa stood silent as she observed their exchange. Many unclear thoughts rushed through her head all at once. The event playing before her felt unlikely, yet eerily familiar. Is it true that nothing in life is brand new? Do we all live through the same events over and over? And when we die, are we sent back to our own conception to be born again into the same life? At times like these, she couldn't help but wonder where's she's seen something like this.

Her father continued his calm, yet stern talk with Ashley. "I see. Then, in that case, allow me to tell you. My daughter is pregnant. We found out this morning about it. Given how she is currently dating you, it is accurate to assume that she is bearing your child. Is it not? Regardless, she has to take the responsibility for her part of careless procreation. There is a new life growing inside her, so she must bear it, give birth to it, and raise her new child. It is the morally right thing to do."

Teresa's eyes started to well up. She didn't want Ashley to find out. But all of it was true. Her parents learned that she was pregnant, and this meant a confrontation like this was inevitable. If she had known their time at Lockstep Hill would've ended with this, she would have never talked Ashley into coming. She just hoped now that this would be kept a secret between them both now. Her reputation would not be good if everyone found out about her pregnancy.

"Now you must do your part.", her father continued, "This is your child to take care of as well. But not only that, but you must prove that you can be a good man to my daughter one day. Are you ready for that responsibility?"

Teresa's dad smiled with pride. He never thought he'd see such devotion from someone of Ashley's generation. He felt confident that with people like him around, humanity would continue to be strong. "Impressive... Well, if that's the case, I have a very... unique test I want you to try." He rose from his chair, having finished both glasses of wine. He then walked over to a nearby wardrobe.

As for Teresa herself, she was also smiling for Ashley. Of course, there were still a few tears from when she was crying just a moment ago, but her mood seems to have improved a lot. As she stood there, embraced by her boyfriend, she saw the courage within his soul. So admirable. In that moment, the idea of bearing his child seemed very pleasant. She wouldn't mind getting married right now if that's what was going to happen.

Her father held a maid's uniform by the coat hanger. He faced the two of them, with a somewhat sly smile. "Ashley, as a test of your devotion and responsibility, I would like to see to what lengths you would go to for my daughter. So please, put this on. You may change in the bathroom, if you prefer." He held the maid outfit forward, offering it to Ashley.

(Here's where the crossdressing fun begins! biggrin )

(Sorry for making you wait so long. I have fewer ideas here than I thought.)

"Well, I'm glad to see you're up to the challenge.", Teresa's father said, "For as long as you and my daughter have a child, I would like you to be her part-time maid. I'll give you the cleaning supplies once you've been changed, and then I can show you where you'll have to clean for today."

This test of loyalty was a mix of honorable, and humiliating. Though he didn't show it on his face, it seemed to Ashley as though Teresa's father was enjoying this. He would love to see the boy who impregnated his daughter forced to wear a dress. Such a person couldn't be called a man. And if they couldn't find worth as a man, maybe they would find it as a woman.

He continued to hold the maid's outfit, offering to Ashley. It was a complete ensemble, even including a headband, stockings for the arms and legs, moderately heeled shoes, et cetera. It would take a little while to get changed into this, but was possible.

The two of them just looked at Ashley for a few seconds. Teresa didn't know what to say about this. Her father, however, had a disappointed look, and a few choice words for Ashley. "We could do better than that.", he said, making a small gesture towards his unshaven areas. "How can a cleaning lady do her job when she's neither clean or ladylike?" He produced an electric razor from his pocket, and handed it to Ashley. "As your first cleaning assignment, you are to clean all those body hairs off of you. Please do not return from the bathroom until you are spotless. Are you ready?"

(What feisty defiance. Heheheh! He's gonna be fun to play with.)

The attention suddenly shifted to Teresa. She stood silently, not knowing what to say about the situation. She was both frightened and uncertain. Then she suddenly said, "Nobody's judging you, Ashley. It's just part of the job. Please get yourself shaved. Just for me."

In all honesty, she felt intimidated by her father. Everybody was scared of this man when he was serious. Though she was also living under his roof, and had to obey her parents. If her father wanted Ashley to shave his body and wear a maid outfit, she had to want it too.

(lol. You accidentally quoted yourself. I was wondering why I wasn't seeing any notices.)

When Ashley came out, Teresa was visibly impressed. "Wow.", she said. With the hairs removed from his legs, and the five o'clock shadow gone from his face, Ashley was looking a lot prettier. He was actually starting to look like a girl now. It helped he had that long, blonde hair.

"Perfect.", Teresa's father said, pleased with the results, "Ashley, you really know how to doll yourself up. I'd say your first cleaning assignment is a success." He walked over to a drawer, and took out a sheet of paper, and a pencil. Then, on a nearby table, he began to write. "I shall prepare your other assignments for the day right now. To keep it simple, since this is your first day, I'll only give you three."

He returned to Ashley, holding the list before him. There were three things he needed to do. "Dust the hallways" "Vacuum the floors" "Wash and fold the laundry"

All the while, Teresa was continuing to stare at Ashley's legs. They looked so lovely now, compared to how they were at first. If she had known that Ashley's legs would be this pretty, she'd make him shave every day.