Spinach Lasagna (Patreon)

Merrill had been putting on weight.  He didn't like it, just because he was a garbage man...err sanitation engineer, wasn't any reason to be heavy.  He didn't have to be a particularly strong man anymore.  The truck was designed to do, excuse the pun, heavy lifting, but that didn't mean he should let himself go to pot.

He guided his truck from one house to the next.  On this run, he wasn't picking up garbage per se, he was picking up recyclables.  He simply had to drive his truck next to the barrel and it would lift it up all by itself.  Automation was an amazing thing.  Merrill didn't worry about losing his job, someone still had to drive the truck and make corrections that the automation couldn't handle.

In front of the Anderson's place was a perfect example.  The wasn't attached to the barrel.  The truck AI told him so.  He would have to get out and fix it.  The truck couldn't lift the barrel with an improperly attached lid, all the garbage (or in this case recyclables) would spill onto the street.  As long as people couldn't place a lid properly onto their waste barrels Merrill would have a job.

While the AI was doing it's work, Merrill unwrapped a greasy, bacon cheese burger.  This was going to his dinner.

He was about to take a bite when the truck's AI informed him of a problem.   He had to get out of his truck.   Walk all the way around to the barrel, find the lid, affix it properly and then restart the truck's AI.  He had to do it, four or five times a run.  He complained every time.

Merrill zipped up his blue overalls, it was a bit warm in the truck, exited the vehicle, and went in search of the missing lid to the garbage barrel.  If he couldn't find it, he would have to actually lift the barrel into the receptacle area himself.

While he was searching, he saw the front door of the house he was in front of open.  It was a rare occasion for the owner of the house to step to the curve.  Was this one of those rare occasions when the homeowner had something to say to him?  Maybe they would apologize for the lid not being on the barrel.

He saw a woman coming toward him.  She was well dressed.  She wore a green plaid knee-length A-line dress with a crew neckline.  She wore opaque white pantyhose and dark blue slip-ons with a small heel and carried a light blue (with a hint of green) purse.

As she came closer, Merrill could tell she was distressed.  Merrill could hear what she was saying "Oh my god!  No, not him!  Anybody but this!  Please I need to fight this!  Please not him!"

She was walking quickly right towards him.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Ma'am?" Merrill asked.

"Yeah, you can take off all your clothes."

"I can what?" Merrill asked.  "No one had ever said that to him before.  But he didn't have time to ponder what she said.  He was instead of pulling down the zipper on his overalls.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.  Usually, he would control his language when out in public.  There wasn't any easier way to get fired than saying something to a customer that wasn't in the department's standards.

Once the zipper was completely down, he bent down to untie his work boots.  They couldn't be removed without untying the laces for obvious reasons.  No one who dealt in garbage removal wanted their shoes to come off at the wrong time. Stepping into smelly garbage.was the least of the problem, there were also other sharp and dangerous item that could be intermixed with the rest of the refuse.

When he got his boots off and looked up again, he saw that the woman, (Mrs. Anderson, Jamie although he didn't know her first name) had removed her dress and was unfastening her lacy minimizer bra.  Merrill hadn't realized how big the woman's boobs were until now.  He couldn't help but stare.

Not that his hands didn't continue undressing.  He pulled his undershirt over his head and his boxers down to the floor, leaving him in only socks.

Merrill continued to stare at the woman's breasts until she hid them for a moment when she bent down to pull off her pantyhose.  (She had unbeknownst to Merrill already stepped out of her slip-on.

"What is going on here!" Merrill finally said.

"Something terrible!"

Jamie was naked twenty or thirty seconds later.  She didn't try to hide her nakedness though.

"Now what?"

"Take these and put them on!" Jamie told Merrill with some regret in her voice.

"They won't fit," Merrill sat on the bumper of his truck to put on the light blue lace panties that Jamie had been wearing.  He noticed for the first time, that the bra, panties, and purse were all the same color.

"Yeah, they will.  They are stretchier than you think."

Getting dressed in Merrill's clothing was a snap.  There wasn't much to pulling on boxers and an undershirt and then zipping up the overall.

"Oh my god," Jamie said.  "What is to become of me?  I wish I hadn't..." Jamie trailed off before finishing her statement.

She activated the AI and then got into the truck when the refuse was loaded.

"Are you going to hurry up?" Jamie said.  "I don't have all day.  I have a route to finish."

Merrill wasn't sitting on the truck anymore.  He had already slipped into his panties and hose and affixed his bra.  The dress, like his shoes, was a slip-on that had a hook-n-eye closure in the back that he could fasten standing up.

Jamie drove away before Merrill completed dressing.  But within a few seconds, he was completely dressed.  He picked up his purse, searched inside, and fetched a mirror and a tube of lipstick.  He applied the lipstick and then headed towards the house.

"Oh my god, what has happened to me? Merrill asked himself.  This was the worst day in his life.

He felt compelled to enter.  The keys were in the purse with scores of other items.

"Jamie, back already?" Peter, Jamie's husband called.

"Yes, dear."

"Are you going to apologize?"

"Yes, dear.  I'm sorry."

"So you admit it, you have it very good here.  You shouldn't complain."

"No dear.  I won't complain again."

"What about dinner?"

"I'll heat it up.  It'll only take a few minutes."

Merrill (now Jamie Anderson) fetched the spinach lasagna, put it into the oven, and waited for it to heat up.

Merrill used oven mitts to take the lasagna out of the oven.  He cut a big chunk and put it on a dish.  Peter was at the table when Merrill served the lasagna to him.

"Aren't you going to have some?"

"No, I think I'll have a salad later.  I'm going to start a new diet."

"I think you look great!"

"You're sweet."

As Peter dug in, Merrill ascended the stairs to the bedroom.  Then for the second time in ten minutes, Merrill quickly disrobed and got redressed.  This time he put on a translucent chemise that barely covered his ass with a tiny matching pantie.  On his feet, he wore high-heeled slippers with fuzzy toes.

He didn't waste any time and reapplied his makeup.  This time fully made his face up and used more daring hues.

Sauntering down the dining room where Peter was still eating, Merrill asked, "Are you ready for dessert?"

It didn't take a genius for Peter to know what Merrill wanted in that outfit.  But Merrill's erect penis made his intentions clear.

"Jamie, what's on the menu?"

Merrill bent down on his right foot, with his left foot in the air, and planted a sensual kiss on Peter.  "Me!!!"  Merrill loved Peter more than he had ever loved any woman in his life.  Merrill knew that for sure, something he had never suspected before.  He was and always had been gay.

Merrill realized he was completely wrong.  This wasn't the worst day of his life.  It was the best.  He knew that tomorrow would even be better still.

Meanwhile down the street, Jamie looked at his burger with disgust.  he didn't want it anymore.  She phoned her girlfriend.  She could use a nice home-cooked meal.

"Hey Baby I'm coming over after work.  Have dinner ready," Jamie told her.  Jamie didn't allow any opportunity for her girlfriend to say 'No."  Jamie spoke with a confidence and a forcefulness that Merrill never had.  Merrill wasn't really sure why he was with this girl.  He only had a vague feeling that he should be with someone.

"Sure."

"Make dinner, I'll be there in about 90 minutes."

"What do you want?"

"Spinach Lasagna.  I want to start eating healthier."

End.

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