Taco Lasagna (Patreon)

Upon entering his home, James Anderson found a note left by his live-in maid.  It read, "The taco lasagna is all prepared.  Bake it in the oven at 350 degrees for forty-five minutes and serve."

James had always loved Merle's Taco Lasagna.  He had never had one before she came to work for him.  She said it was a traditional dish that she learned from her mother.  It was very tasty and authentically  Mexican with its ingredients of taco seasoning, black and refried beans, Mexican cheeses, tortillas, and the rest.

"That's presumptuous of  Merle," James said.  "I wonder why she isn't here."

James turned on the oven and waited for it to heat to the required temperature.  In the meantime, he got a beer and sat down.  Merle was always around when he needed her, he didn't know why she wasn't here now.  It bothered him.

A few minutes later, James put the lasagna into the oven.  "Alexa set a timer for 45 minutes," he called out.

His Alexa device replied, "forty-five minutes starting now."

James was curious, he walked to Merle's room.  Maybe there was an explanation of where she was.  On the way, he removed his shirt.

He looked around the room but didn't see anything out of place.  Then he walked into the attached bathroom.  He hadn't entered this bathroom for quite a while.  There wasn't any need to enter it.  There were two other bathrooms in other areas of the house.

He saw a wig on a stand.  He recognized it as Merle's hair.  He didn't know she wore a wig.  He thought her hair was natural.  He smiled at the wig and then put it on.  He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.  He looked ridiculous.

He looked by the sink and saw a bottle of foundation, not that he knew exactly what it was.  He reached for it then shook it.    It took only a moment before he came to his senses and decided to put the bottle down.  But he couldn't do that, instead of to his own disbelief he opened the bottle.  He was being compelled to continue as some invisible entity was forcing him to carry on.

Even though he had never applied makeup to his face before he put a small amount of the foundation onto a flat-top kabuki brush, not that James had any idea what the brush was called.

James was fighting against himself as his hands lightly patted the foundation all over his face, then he smoothed the foundation with the brush.  The foundation was making his Caucasian skin have a Hispanic hue.  When he continued his application by brushing it down his neck to the tops of his shoulders did he even realize that he had taken off his shirt?

"What am I doing?"

But he didn't stop with the foundation, he looked into the cabinet and found lipstick in a rich red color.  he coated his lips in such a way that they looked fuller and larger than his lips should.

"Stop, Stop, Stop!!!" he called out, but not only wasn't anybody listening, but he also didn't stop.

He left the bathroom and sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks and then he removed his pants and underwear.  He was naked.

In the top drawer was Merle's lingerie.  James selected an under-bust, lace trim torsette shaper, which even though it didn't cover his chest, extended from his shoulders down past his groin and ended with lace trim.  He would give him one smooth line from the top of his chest to his lower thigh.  He also selected a full-coverage bra in a matching color to the shaper.

"I have to control myself."  But he couldn't as he put on the bra first and then pulled the shaper up his legs and over his shoulders.

Before leaving the bureau, he found a pair of knee-high stockings and took them with him.

In the closet, were several of Merle's maid uniforms.  There were all knee-length dresses with similar designs and came with a matching apron.  They fully covered his body and didn't have any inherent sex appeal.  They were designed to look professional.

As Merle was a full-figured woman, he didn't have any problem dressing in Merle's apparel.  he sat down on the bed and pulled the stockings up his legs and slipped his feet into the rubber soled shoes.  He was now dressed as Merle would dress every day.

The Alexa alarm sounded, warning James to take the lasagna out of the over.

He couldn't help himself but walk to the kitchen to retrieve dinner.  Not that he was hungry anymore.

He slipped his hands into oven mitts to keep from burning himself.  He fetched the taco lasagna and put it on a trivet to cool.

Before he knew it, his front door opened.  It was the federal authorities.  INS to be exact.  "Merle Douglas, AKA Maria Dominguez you are under arrest come with us!" the agents demanded.

"That isn't me!  This is a mistake!"

"We have a warrant to detain you. IF you do not answer our questions satisfactorily you will be deported.  Come with us."

James was handcuffed and forced to exit the house.

Merle arrived a few moments later.  She was wearing a man's navy blue business suit, with dark blue shoes and socks.  For the first time in quite a while she wasn't wearing her usual wig.  They belonged to James.

"What's going on? she asked.  But she knew quite well what was happening.

"Sir, do you live here?" the agent also Merle.

"Yes."

"Maria  Dominguez or you might know her better as Merle Douglas is being detained for possible deportation.  Our information is that she is undocumented."

"I didn't know," Merle lied.

Then as they led James away, Merle spoke the only true statement since she got here.  "I'm sorry," she told him.  "I didn't want for this to happen, but it couldn't be helped.  I'm really sorry.  There was nothing I could do."

End.

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