Cleaning Up

by Jennifer White

 

Craig was sitting on the couch, watching TV. A typical evening at home. But it would not be typical for long. That was because the doorbell rang, and he got up to see who it was. Craig had a few friends, but he was known as somewhat of a loner. And so most evenings, he could be found watching TV at his house.

He wondered who it could be, and went to open the door. Standing there was someone he had never met before: a beautiful woman with long auburn hair. She was gorgeous, with a knockout body. His eyes gravitated down to her ample bosom. He was immediately in love.

"Hello, I'm Naomi" she said.

"Craig" he replied.

"I'm going door to door this evening" she said, "and I wanted to see if you might be interested in buying a vacuum."

It was only then that he looked over and noticed. She was holding a vacuum, and had a case in her hand.

"I don't know..." he said.

He was a guy. He didn't clean very often. He had an old beat up vacuum. Why would he need another.

"That's all right. Have a good evening" she said, with a warm smile. She turned to go.

Craig's heart thumped. He couldn't let this beauty just walk away! He needed for her to say, to get to know him.

"No, wait" he said. "Please come in."

He opened the door. Naomi gave him a grateful smile, and entered into his house.

"This is the WonderVac 3000" she said. "It is the best cleaning appliance on the planet. We feel so sure that you'll love it, that we guarantee that once you clean your house with it once, you won't want to ever stop using it."

"That's a pretty strong statement" he said. He still didn't want to buy one. He just wanted to keep talking to her!

"Well Craig, why don't you give it a try? Just plug it in, turn it on, and take it for a spin."

"Okay" he said.

He looked at Naomi's butt as she leaned down to plug it in. He could see the outline of her panties beneath her tight skirt. He smiled. Now this was a demo!

"Just push the button here, and it will start up" she said, putting his hand on the control. He shivered from the touch of her hand. Her skin felt so warm, so smooth. He was standing close to her now. He could smell her. And she smelled wonderful.

Craig turned the vacuum on, and it started making a quiet whirring noise.

"Go ahead" said Naomi. "Try it now."

Craig took the handle, and gave it a push forward. He looked down as he did it. Wow, the rug really looked cleaner. You could see the carpet turn a lighter color, as the dirt got sucked out. There was a little noise as larger pieces of debris got sucked into the vacuum bag.

He pushed it again, and the rug looked so much better in the area that he had covered, that he wanted to keep going. So he vacuumed a little more. Then a little more. Naomi was smiling reassuringly, nodding with encouragement.

"That looks really good, doesn't it?" she said. "Keep going."

Craig nodded. The carpet looked clean where he had vacuumed, and looked so dirty everywhere else. He needed to clean those areas, to make it look even. So he started vacuuming more. And more. He kept going, cleaning the entire room. He moved the end table over, so he could get under it.

"Pull out the hose to get under the couch" said Naomi.

He pulled, and a handheld hose detached from the main vacuum. He got on his hands and knees, and did under the couch and the love seat. Then he looked at the dirty dusty curtains.

"You had better get those too" said Naomi.

Craig smiled, and started working on them too. This was fun! It worked really well, and it seemed to make Naomi happy to see him working. It was almost addicting. He felt sad when the curtains were done.

"Can I do the bedrooms?" he asked her.

"Sure" said Naomi. "Go right ahead."

She followed him to the guest bedroom, where he started on the floor. Then he used the hose under the bed. Then he went to the master bedroom, and did that as well. And he decided to do the rugs in the hall next. He just couldn't stop! The more he did, the easier it got to keep going, and the more he wanted to do.

Naomi followed him around as he vacuumed the entire house. But after a while, there was nothing left to vacuum, and he felt very sad. Reluctantly, he turned off the vacuum.

"We also offer a whole line of home cleaning products" said Naomi. "Can I show you?"

"Sure!" said Craig.

Naomi opened up the case she had brought in with her. Craig sat there eagerly awaiting what she would have in there.

"This is the best glass cleaner you'll ever find. Your windows will sparkle if you use this" she said, putting a spray can of the cleaner on the table.

"And this is the best floor cleaner, which works on kitchen floors, bathrooms, tile, and more."

She put the can on the table as well. Craig just continued to stare at the cans, as if they were the most interesting things in the world. He just wanted to keep hearing Naomi's melodic voice.

"And for cleaning around the house, we also offer a full line of clothing to wear while you are cleaning."

She reached into the case, and pulled out a garment. It was black, with white lacy trim. She laid it on the table. It was plain to see that it was a maid's uniform. She took an apron out of the case next, then black shoes, and dark nylons. Along with that, she had a black bra, and two large breast forms, which looked very realistic, just like women's breasts including a nipple protruding at the front. Lastly was a pair of lacy black panties.

"Why don't you put this on, and try the glass cleaner?" she said.

Craig was in a daze. Her idea sounded so smart, so reasonable. He wanted to please her. And he felt like his house was so dirty right now. His windows really did need to be cleaned. So he walked up to the clothes, and just knew that he should put them on.

He quickly undressed, and pulled the panties on, followed by the bra. Then he slipped the breast forms into the cups, making it look like he had large breasts. He put on the dark nylons, then the maid's uniform. Next came the white apron, which Naomi helped him tie in a knot in the back.

"Now sit still, and I'll fix your makeup before you start" she said.

Naomi put makeup on his face, which she also had in the case. She painted his nails a pretty shade of red, and then put on his foundation, blush, lip gloss, mascara, and eye shadow.

"There, you look very pretty now Kirsten" she said.

Kirsten. That was his name! Why was he thinking it was Craig? Obviously she was right. He felt so foolish, not even remembering his name right. He was Kirsten after all! He got up, took a rag from the closet, and went to work on the windows.

The cleaner really was good, and he was able to get the dirt off the windows, and make them look very nice, with no streaks. He went from room to room, cleaning. He was very eager to try the floor cleaner as well, so once the windows were complete, he asked her if he could try that too.

"Of course you can Kirsten" she said, smiling.

Her smile just melted his heart. It made him shiver all over. He hurried to the kitchen to try the cleaner on the floor. Just as with the other products, it was wonderful, and soon things were looking *so* much better than they had before.

"Isn't the cleaner good, Kirsten?" said Naomi.

"Oh yes it is!" he replied.

"Every woman who tries it never goes back to her old cleaner. You're not going to either, are you?"

"Oh no, I'm sticking with this one" said Kirsten.

"Very good" said Naomi. "Another satisfied woman."

Kirsten nodded. She was the woman of the house, as Naomi said. And she did feel very satisfied seeing her place looking so nice like this. She was on a cleaning binge, and wanted to keep going. There was laundry to do , the dishes, and so much more.

"I tell you what" said Naomi, "I'll give you a six month supply of the cleaning products, if you'll buy the vacuum."

"Sold!" said Kirsten, giggling. What a wonderful deal she was getting! Naomi was so nice to her.

"Wonderful. Why don't you go write me a check."

She gave Kirsten a bill. Kirsten went to get her checkbook, and quickly wrote out a check for the amount on the bill.

"Very good" said Naomi. "You'll get your vacuum in the mail within three days. This one is my demo, and I need to take it with me."

"Aw..." said Kirsten, disappointed.

"I'm sorry" said Naomi. "I tell you what. Why don't you come with me back to my place, and you can use it there on my house?"

"Really?" said Kirsten excitedly. "You would let me do that?"

"Sure" said Naomi warmly.

Kirsten was really excited now. She was going to be able to vacuum and clean over at Naomi's! What a wonderful friend she was, allowing her to do that. She eagerly helped Naomi pack up, and put everything back into her car. Naomi held the door open for Kirsten, as she got in.

They drove for a while, but Kirsten had no idea where they were going. She was in a daze. All the could think about was Naomi, and cleaning. Cleaning and Naomi. Cleaning *for* Naomi. It would be very exciting indeed.

 

When they reached Naomi's house, Kirsten was so thrilled that her heart was racing. She walked down the long driveway with Naomi, and to the front door. She stood there in a the maid's uniform, and could hardly wait to get started.

"First," said Naomi, "you can do all my floors. Then the bathroom, including the tub and the sink."

"And then what?" asked Kirsten excitedly.

"And then I have wash that needs to be done. Clothes to fold and put away. Dishes to wash. You can clean the kitty's litter box, and feed her too. Don't forget to get the cat hair off the couch while you're at it."

"Is that all?" said Kirsten, disappointed.

"No" said Naomi reassuringly. "There is a lot more. When you get all that done, come to my bedroom."

"Thank you" said Kirsten, gratefully.

Kirsten got right to work, with all of the wonderful chores that Naomi was letting her do.

 

* * *

 

When Kirsten was finally done with all the work, she went upstairs to Naomi's room. Naomi was on the bed, watching the late show on TV.

"Rub my feet" she said.

Kirsten got on her knees, and started rubbing Naomi's feet.

"You walk so much, your feet must be sore" said Kirsten.

"Yes. That feels good. Keep rubbing until I fall asleep" she said.

"And then what?"

"And then take a shower. Afterwards, you may sleep either on the floor beside me, or in the guest bedroom. I have a nightie there, all laid out for you."

"Thank you" said Kirsten, with a tear in her eye. Nobody had ever been so kind to her, in all her life.

 

 

The next morning, Craig woke up in a bit of a daze. He was wearing a nightie, laying in a strange bed. He had fake breasts that were somehow glued to his chest. His legs were shaved, and he smelled of perfume. What had he done the previous night?

It slowly dawned on him that the last thing he could remember clearly was the hot babe selling him vacuums. He had tried it out, and then the night was all a blur. How had it come to this, with him dressed up like a girl, laying in a room that was definitely decorated for a girl? Why was he so sore all over?

"Kirsten, get up. You overslept. Go downstairs, and make me breakfast. Squeeze some orange juice, cut up some grapefruit, and make some oatmeal. You will find your outfit in the closet. Now go!"

Craig sat up. What outfit? Why was she ordering him around like a servant? And why did she just call him Kirsten. Had they played some game that had gone too far? Everything was so blurry! He tried to remember, but just could not. He had one heck of a hangover.

His legs were shaved! They were soft and smooth. His chest hair had been removed too, even the hair from his armpits. He smelled like roses. What had this woman done to him? Why was she ordering him around in that tone of voice?

"Kirsten, I gave you a direct order. You wouldn't dare disobey me" she said, her hands on her hips.

"Who's Kirsten? I'm Craig" he replied.

"Not anymore. You are Kirsten now. You are a woman. And you are *mine*."

"Now just hold it!" he said. This chick was nuts! He had to get out of there. As soon as he could change back into his own clothes that is. He couldn't go out in public in a nightie! He tried to pull off the fake breasts, but they were glued on somehow, and it was painful pulling on them. They were stuck in place.

"How do you get these things off?" he said.

"You don't" said Naomi. "They are set in place, and will not come off, until your breasts have grown out for real. Only then will they come off."

"I'm not growing breasts" said Craig, laughing.

"Oh yes you are. The female hormones in your system has made them start growing already."

"I didn't take female hormones!" said Craig angrily.

"Yes you did. You *offered* to do it, because you are my slave" said Naomi. "You did that right after your injections."

"What injections? I didn't take any injections!" said Craig, scared to hear the answer.

"You most certainly did. You took testosterone blockers to stop your male hormones from working. And a substance to permanently shut down their production in your body, so that the female hormones can be more effective. You'll never get a hard-on again. You're already turning into a woman, even as we speak."

"No!" said Craig.

"Oh yes my dear girl. I say 'girl', because you are not quite yet a woman. But soon you will be. Very soon. And until then, you are my complete and total slave. You *will* obey me, and do what I tell you."

"No! I refuse!" said Craig.

"That is not an option. Now get on your knees!" said Naomi. She said it in a different tone of voice. One that sounded so *commanding*. So authoritative. To his surprise, Craig found himself throwing himself down on his knees. He looked up at her with fear. She was controlling him. He was under her power! How had she done this to him?

Naomi smiled. She could see his fear. She knew that his position was dawning on him.

"I am allowing you to think on your own" she said. "I can zap your mind, and make you an obedient zombie if I so choose. You are only being allowed to think because I am being kind to you. I hope you can understand that Kirsten. Now listen to me, because I will only tell you this once. Obey me in all things, at all times, or else I will completely take over your mind, and you will never have another independent thought again. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Craig, his voice shaking.

"Your life as you know it is over. You are nothing now, but my slave. You are nothing now. But you will become something. You will become a woman. And once you are a woman, you will be free. Only be being feminine, only by being female, can you truly be free. That is your new destiny, your new life. Now arise, and look me in the eye."

Craig stood up, doing what she asked.

"You can be a slave for the rest of your life if you want. Resist me, go against me, and you will always be a slave. But you can become a free, independent woman if you want. Your future is completely up to you."

It didn't seem like much of a choice to Craig. Be a slave, dominated by this evil woman, or become a woman himself. It was a lose-lose situation.

"I choose neither" he said, turning to walk past her, and head out the door.

"STOP!" said Naomi, in her commanding voice.

Craig was sickened to find that he stopped walking. How could she do this to him?

"I warned you" said Naomi. "Now you have chosen your fate."

Craig looked at her, not knowing what she was saying. He was having trouble concentrating all of a sudden. Something was wrong. Very wrong. His mind was quite a jumble. Thoughts all mixed up. Thoughts not his. Female thoughts. Cannot think. Am not a man. I am female. I am Kirsten.

"How can I serve you?" said Kirsten, as the ashes of Craig's thoughts crumbled inside *her* mind.

"By taking your estrogen, and swearing your undying loyalty to me."

 

As Kirsten gulped down the white oval pills, and swore to always serve Naomi in all ways and in all things, she felt an inner happiness swelling inside her. She was happy now. She had a purpose in life, to serve Naomi. And this brought her a wonderful feeling.

Her female personality fully formed, it was just a matter of time before her body caught up. And once it too was female, she would be free. She couldn't wait for that day.

"I wish I was a real woman, like you" she said.

"Have patience Kirsten. One day soon, you will be" said Naomi warmly. "You will be."

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2004 by Jennifer White. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.