He's Got It Maid

by Jennifer White

  

Paul took the last swig of beer, and got up from his stool. He had been watching Monday Night Football at the hotel bar, but his favorite team just blew it, and he needed to get some sleep for his meeting the next day. He hated these four day business trips, but what could he do? It was his job. He walked back to his room, number 226, all the way at the end of the hall.

He had ordered room service that night, and the desk area was a mess from his dinner. He had noticed that many other travelers had put their stuff back on the tray, and put it in the hallway to be collected. But he wasn't about to clean up. They *paid* people to do that already.

He washed his face, and threw the towel on the floor. He would use a clean towel in the morning, and didn't want to mix them up. He rang the front desk, and requested a wake-up call, then watched Leno before going to sleep.

 

In the morning, the phone rang. It was 7:25, but he had requested his call at 7:15. Great. Now he would be late. Stupid hotel.

He showered, then shaved. He didn't bother to clean up his hair in the shower drain, let alone the little stubble in the sink. He used two towels, and threw them both on the ground with the ones from last night.

Paul put out the 'please clean room' sign, then went off to his meeting.

 

At noon, he returned to his room. He had forgotten to pack some papers that were in his briefcase which he had read through while he ate dinner the night before. The room wasn't cleaned yet, and he was very upset.

He brushed his teeth before leaving, but didn't bother to rinse it down the sink. Let the stupid maid clean that too, as lazy as she was. He would give her some work to do!

He left in a huff, determined to complain to the hotel manager that evening.

* * *

 

Maria Fernandez had arrived to work at 5:45am. After washing towels from the pool and vacuuming the lobby, her manager gave her a list of rooms where people had checked out. They required a more thorough cleaning, and she was to do a dozen of them before checking back in.

She loaded up her cart with clean linen, towels, soap, pens, paper, and the other amenities for the rooms. She started down her list, cleaning room after room.

 

Other than a meal break for 'lunch' at 10:30, Maria had worked the entire day solid. After doing the check out rooms, she began with room 201 at the east end of the hall, and worked her way across.

Some rooms were easy. She could tell that person in room 205 was a woman, because of how neat she had kept things. All Maria had to do was make the bed, change a few towels, and empty the trash. The woman had even rinsed out the coffee maker, so Maria only needed to dry it and restock the coffee.

Of course, ever room needed to be vacuumed too, and dusted once a week. Her schedule told her which rooms needed which services. She also had to check the garment bags in the closet, the pens and paper on the desk, the toilet paper and tissues, and other little details that the guests would never notice...unless she forgot. But they used a checklist on every room, and she was very good at her job.

She had to be. Maria's husband had left her for another woman, and now she was stuck raising three children on her own, with only some help from her Tia, Miranda who was nice enough to watch the children while Maria worked.

It was almost the end of her shift now. She had only one more room to clean, number 226 at the far west end of the hall. She opened the door, and almost cried. The room was such a mess that it would take almost twice as long as a normal room.

First of all, the man had used every towel, and thrown them on the floor. She had to stoop over to pick up wet towels. Then the bed was a complete mess, and she even had to redo the fitted sheets which had been pulled out at the corner.

There were no pens or paper; he must have taken them. And he had taken the soap. But he had made quite a mess with his dinner, and hadn't cleaned it up at all. He even left spilled soup on the desk, which had now hardened, and required scrubbing to get out.

The bathroom was terrible. He must have been a slightly older man, because he lost much hair in the shower. She cleaned it out, then noticed the beard stubble in the sink, and the blue dried stains from toothpaste.

She scrubbed the sink until it was clean, then replaced the soap and the towels. She doubted if he appreciated the folded pattern they had to use on the hand towels, which took her a full minute to get just right.

Then she vacuumed, and dusted. The room smelled bad from the food left for so long, so she had to spray the room as well. Finally, it was done, and she could go home. It was 4:15, but they would only pay her for a maximum of 9 hours. And that was before the manager took his cut of the pay. But that was the penalty for being undocumented.

But it didn't matter, she had come here to make a better life for herself and her children. She was determined that they would go to school, and make something of themselves. They would not end up like she did!

 

Maria was about to leave the room, when a man rushed in and almost bumped into her. He started yelling at her, talking very quickly. She understood enough English to get by, but she was so flustered that she responded in her native tongue.

"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid? You're in this country, and you don't even speak English? I am going to speak to your manager, now!" he roared.

Maria was very frightened, and ran off with tears in her eyes.

 

Maria put the last load of wash in, then went to change back into her own clothes. As she got ready to leave, Jack, her manager stopped her.

"Room 226 just called, and was very upset. He said you were late in cleaning his room."

"It was a long day sir. I had 14 checkouts, and needed to get a new vacuum because mine broke again. And 226 is at the end of the hall. It was the last one on the schedule today."

"I know, but that is no excuse to make a customer mad. If you ever do anything like this again, I will not hesitate to fire you, and report you to the authorities. If you want to stay in this country, you had better change your ways. Now go home. This conversation is over."

 

Maria cried as she rode the bus. It wasn't until she reached her apartment that she forced herself to dry her eyes. She couldn't let her beloved children see her like this. She had to be strong. For them.

* * *

 

Maria loved her children with all her heart. They were the most important thing in her life. She would do anything for them, and she sacrificed her own enjoyment so that they might have a chance at a better life.

It was only after they went to bed that she discussed what had happened with Tia Miranda. She told her of the horrid man, and what he had said and done to her.

Miranda became gravely serious.

"I know that you do not believe in such things, but I know an old woman, a gypsy, who will put a curse on this man."

"No Miranda" said Maria, shaking her head. But Miranda was insistent. She left the apartment, and went up the 5th floor where the old woman lived. It was almost an hour later when she returned with a small pouch.

"Put the contents of this pouch onto something he will touch. When he returns, the curse will be upon him, and he will never harm you again. In fact, he will be compelled to do something of value to you, to help fulfill your deepest innermost wish."

Maria did not believe in superstition, but there was not stopping Miranda when she got in a mood like this. So Maria accepted the pouch, and put it into her purse.

* * *

 

Maria intended on just throwing out the pouch once she got to work, but when she saw that her schedule had been changed so that she would do the horrid man's room *first*, then she saw that it was in even worse shape than the previous day, she was fuming mad.

Maria made up the room, but before leaving she pulled out the pouch, and sprinkled the light powder onto the man's luggage. She left, locking the room, and thought nothing more of it. There was too much work to do, and this room had taken much longer than she would have liked. Now she was behind, and had to make up time...

* * *

 

Paul returned to the hotel at 5:30, his meeting completed. He was going home the next day, so he only had to get through one more night. He went upstairs to drop off his briefcase. Then he would go to the bar to relax.

He put down his things, unzipped his suitcase, and threw in the dirty clothes from the pile on the floor. He would finish packing later. For now, he was thirsty.

 

Paul went down to the bar, ordered a large beer from the pretty barmaid, and started to drink it as he read the financial section of the paper. His hand felt gritty or dirty, so he decided to go to the men's room and wash up. But first he had to use the facilities, so he went to the urinal on the wall, and did his business.

After washing his hands, he went back to his paper

"Give me a beer" he barked out gruffly at the girl behind the counter.

She gave him the beer, along with a weak smile. If she wasn't relying on tips to make her living, she would have told this rude man off.

He was staring at her big breasts, leering at her. She was really cute. Her legs were long an smooth, and she wore a short enough skirt to really show them off. If she was trying to get the men's attention so that she would get good tips, it was working.

The financial section of the paper was very dry and boring today, so Paul turned to the entertainment section, which he almost never read. But for some reason, it seemed more interesting than the money section today. He read about movie stars, TV shows, and who was dating who. There was also an article on new fashions for the fall, which showed women in long skirts and retro jackets. He read the article from end to end.

Paul wanted another drink, but beer didn't sound good now.

"Could I have a bloody mary please?" he asked the girl.

"Sure thing hon" she replied.

Paul drank the spicy tomato juice, and watched the TV. A man sat down in the next bar stool, and started to talk to Paul. Normally he was a loner, but this man seemed nice, and in no time they had struck up quite a conversation.

They were getting on very well, and the man bought Paul another bloody mary. It was last call, so by the time he finished with his drink, it was almost 7:30.

"So, can I take you out to dinner?" said the man.

"Excuse me?" replied Paul, surprised.

"It doesn't have to be like a date or anything. I'd just like to buy you dinner, and enjoy your company a little longer" said the man eagerly.

Paul was aghast! This man was trying to pick him up! What a pervert. He mumbled something, and stormed off to his room.

* * *

 

When Paul reached room 226, he put his key in to unlock it, and entered the room. He had to go to the bathroom, so he went into there first. He unzipped his fly, and reached in. His boxers must have been tangled up, because he couldn't find anything to whip out. He dropped his pants, and pulled down his boxers. He reached down, and found....nothing.

What the hell! He wasn't so drunk that he was hallucinating! He looked down there, and NO! There was nothing there, but a slit surrounded by soft pink flesh. A pussy. No!!!

He turned to the mirror to get a better look. He blinked, not believing what he saw. His short graying hair had turned jet black, and was now hanging down to his shoulders. And just below his shoulders, his chest puffed out. The nipples could clearly be seen through the white shirt. No wonder the man had been so friendly. He thought that Paul was a woman.

It suddenly dawned on Paul, that he *was* a woman. He had a pussy. He had large breasts. He had long hair. He had a pretty face, with a gorgeous dark complexion.

"I have a great tan" he thought.

Although it was beyond reason and comprehension what was happening, and he was revolted at the changes, he also still had something within him that was turned on at the sight of a woman. Something that made him want to explore this new body. He took off all his clothes, and walked over to the bed.

He laid on his back, propped his head up with a pillow, and spread his legs wide. He felt very turned on by the perfect female body he saw. He started by touching the breasts. Even the fingers were small and delicate now, which fascinated him.

Soon, his hand found its way down between his legs, and he started to explore. He had just read about Brittany Spears and her comments on masturbation. This wasn't wrong. *She* did it every day (or so she said).

It wasn't long before he found himself in the throes of orgasm, his new body quivering all over with delight. Each new spot brought on a new sensation, making him want to dig further, and discover more.

In fact, it was well over an hour before he stopped, more from exhaustion, than anything else. Between that and the alcohol, he found himself drifting off to sleep.

* * *

 

Paul woke up at 4:30 in the morning. He had the strangest dream. He rolled over to get under the covers, when his arm brushed up against something large, firm and full on his chest. A breast. He jumped up, and reached down between his legs.

No! It wasn't a dream! It was real. He screamed out loud, and immediately covered his mouth with his hand when he heart the high-pitched sound he had just made. He had a girl's voice!

"I'm a girl" he said out loud, still not believing it.

He really had to go to the bathroom, and felt ashamed to have to sit down to pee. He didn't know enough to wipe when he was done, so he was very annoyed to feel a little warm drip going down his leg.

He needed a shower. That's what he needed. He started it, stepped under the hot steaming water, and washed himself all over. But everything he touched was *female*. It was impossible! It could not be real. But it was.

Tears surged up into his eyes, and he was not able to stop them. He was upset, and his new body responded by crying. As he looked down, he noticed something else: he had a gorgeous tan, but he didn't have any tan lines.

That meant....this was his normal body color. He was darker skinned now. He was Hispanic! No! Just like that stupid maid who didn't even speak English! He was just like her now.

Paul got out of the shower, and put on the robe hanging from the door. He jumped when he heard a knock at his door. He looked through the peephole, and was shocked to see a man there. Himself. Or his *former* male self, that is.

He opened the door, and let the man in. The man looked as frightened as he was.

"I woke up this morning" said the man, "and I was *this*" he said, waving his hand up and down his body.

"And I became *this* last night" said Paul in his pretty voice.

"You have my accent" said the man.

"I don't have an accent" replied Paul, but the man just laughed.

"Yes you do. You barely speak English. Habla Espanol?"

Paul responded with an angry tirade, but quit after he realized something. He *was* speaking in Spanish. He thought things, but when he spoke, it came out in Spanish now. It was impossible! But then so was becoming a woman, and that had happened to him.

"I found it interesting" said the man, "that as soon as I did something to trigger one memory, then *all* of your memories flooded back. Now I know *everything* in your entire mind. And you will know me, as soon as I tell you something...like how much you love your Tia Miranda."

Miranda? The name seemed familiar. Suddenly, Paul could remember her face! Her voice! Her wonderful cooking. It was just a trickle at first, but like a hole in a dam, as soon as the waters started to move through, it became a steady stream, then a flood.

Paul took a step back, and sat on the edge of the bed as memory after memory flooded his mind. He remembered growing up as a poor girl in Guatemala. He remembered falling in love with Fernando, and moving to his house. He remembered the wedding, with the white gown that had been his grandmothers. He remembered consummating the wedding (and liking it!), and nine months later giving birth to Tito.

Paul remembered giving birth to, and raising the other children, Manual, and Ricardo. Then how Fernando started drinking, and abusing her. And how she fled to the USA to live with Tia Miranda, and start a new life.

She remembered who she was now, her job as a maid, and her daily struggle to get by. She *was* Maria, and the memories of being Paul were just a small distant memory, like those of early childhood.

"I brought your uniform. You only have a few minutes before you need to start work" said the man, who Maria recognized as Paul. She undressed, and put on the outfit he had brought her. She needed to hurry so that she wasn't late.

"I am Paul now" said the man, "but one thing remains in my heart: the love for *my* children. I am going to file papers to take them away from you. I will raise them myself."

"No..." said Maria. The memory she had strongest in her mind, was that she *loved* her children.

"Yes I can. You see, I am rich and powerful. What are you going to do? Go to the police? They will just send you back to Guatemala. You can go find Fernando, and live with him if you would like."

"No!" said Maria.

"Or you can give up the children to me, and I will allow you to stay here, and work as a maid. I will miss being a woman, but now that the babies don't breast feed anymore, I can manage. You know, you might look into getting a husband, so you don't have to work every day. You have a great body, but it won't last forever."

"Please!" said Maria.

"Before you become an 'old maid', you had better get yourself a man. Oh, look at the time. You had better get going before you're late. You know how Jack is."

Maria hurried down the hall. It was bad enough that Jack took a third of her paycheck every week as a bribe not to turn her in, but if she was late or did a bad job he sometimes took more.

She was stuck being a maid now, and the one thing she lived for, her children, were being taken away. She pushed her cart into the elevator, and saw the man Paul, who she used to be.

"Have a nice life" he said as he got off the elevator. "I left quite a mess in my room, so you had better get to work on it. You'll be hearing from my lawyer today, about the children. Oh, and one more thing: I should be starting my period today. You had better go get some tampons from the lobby store, so you don't stain your panties. Have a nice day."

As the elevator doors started to close, Maria started to cry. This was all wrong! She was really Paul! But now she was stuck as a woman, a maid, and the most important thing to her as a woman was being taken away. She saw Paul walk off through the narrowing gap in the doors. When they shut completely, it was like a jail door clanging, with her being sentenced to life as a poor woman.

The doors opened on the second floor, and Maria pushed the cart through, forced to begin her new life as a maid.

  

  

  

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