Maid On My Own Will

by Monica Graz

Part 3 - Chapter 10

Transition Week - Monday

 

I woke up quite early on Monday morning, in fact I don't think I slept that much. All night my mind was racing from one thought to another. I had to sleep in the spare bedroom which was going to be my room from now on, or as Chris said, 'maid Millie's room'. I moved all my clothes, including my new feminine trousseau and of course all my uniforms. I felt a bit sad and perplexed because I was practically expelled from the master bedroom that I had shared until then with Chris. Somehow this was the last act to a series of events that defined my new status in the household.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning and I was about to say a polite goodbye to Chris as she was rushing to work. I was properly attired, blue striped dress and full white cotton apron with a modest frill, simple white cap and low heel shoes, the perfect picture of domesticity. I was about to curtsey with a polite 'have a good day Miss', but Chris surprised me once again, she approached me and gave me a full kiss in the mouth, playing with her tongue inside.

She said to me, "Mmm, you smell nice Millie, clean and fresh and you look so neat in your uniform, the picture of the perfect servant. And I do love having a maid that I can kiss goodbye!"

She turned towards the front door leaving me behind blushing and trying to smooth the front of my apron. She turned again and said in a more formal tone, "Bye for now Millie, I'll call you later and let you know what time I'll be back for dinner and I'll certainly try and do some shopping for you during my lunch break, I haven't forgotten my promise to get you some breast forms." She winked at me and left.

I stood there for a few seconds dumbfounded looking at the closed door. Gosh, this woman was unique in playing with my emotions. All of a sudden a feeling of euphoria overtook me. I decided to be naughty and go back to my room and check again the clothes that Chris gave me yesterday. I was dying to try them on, my chores could wait for later.

It was about eleven o'clock and I was standing ecstatic in front of the mirror. I was wearing a tight black skirt, just above the knee and a plain white blouse slightly frilled in the collar and sleeves. I realized how hard it was to walk in a tight skirt, I had to alter completely the way I was walking, shorter and quicker steps and knees kept together. I was about to change back to my uniform and start tidying up the house when the front door bell rang. I instantly got panicked, who on earth could have been at this time in the morning, probably a sales person of some sort. I tip toed towards the front entrance and I was about to look through the peep hole when I heard a familiar voice calling me from the other side, "Hello Millie, it's me Miss Jennifer, could you let me in please!" Her voice had a tone of impatience.

A peculiar fear overtook me, I wasn't properly dressed and Miss Jennifer wasn't the kind of person to play with, but I had to let her in. I hesitantly opened the door and she burst in saying, "Why it took you that long girl to open the door, you should…" She stopped abruptly and looked at me and a thin smile crossed her lips.

"Well, well, what we've got here, look at you!"

I tried to curtsey, but somehow it wasn't the same without the my uniform on, the tight skirt wasn't appropriate for that and I nearly lost my balance as I started saying in an apologetic tone of voice, "I am terribly sorry Miss, I was about to start my chores, but you see Chris… I mean Miss Christina gave me some clothes and I was trying them on and…"

She interrupted me in a rather rude manner. "I can see that girl, I can see also that you are completely out of line here, it's nearly noon and you are still fooling around. I am afraid it's not good enough!" She stopped and looked at me again, this time more carefully.

"What have you done to yourself Millie?" She looked amused now. "Have you been changing your looks girl? Your face lines seem softer and your hair more feminine somehow. Oh yes, I can see now, have you been plucking your eyebrows?"

I blushed all over as I started explaining to her how Chris tried to alter my looks on Sunday. She made me describe everything in detail and she concluded, "I can see that your Mistress is pointing you to the right path but of course you have a long way to go to even think that you can pass as a credible female publicly. I don't want to discourage you but you must try very hard, you must feel the change down to your bones!"

"I know Miss" I answered back meekly, "but I am determined to try hard and I am grateful to you and Miss Christina for your guidance, it's more than valuable to me Miss."

She dismissed my little speech with her hand saying, "Yes, sure, I know that you are willing to try, the question is how far you are prepared to go and this is not for me to decide, it is something strictly between your Mistress and you and you will probably asked in the near future to take some serious decisions. But enough is enough, now run along girl and change back to your uniform there is housework to be done."

I turned around in haste with a 'yes Miss', but she stopped me again. "And Millie, keep this skirt on under your uniform dress, I can see it's good for you, it will teach you to take shorter more ladylike steps and nor big masculine strides!"

I was back in less than five minutes, smoothing my apron and checking the bow in the back. This is exactly what she checked and made me undo and redo my apron three times, until she was completely satisfied. I served her a cup of coffee as she was watching me cleaning and tidying up the kitchen. She made some practical suggestions about how things should be done, but she wasn't particularly pushy, she simply said that I am clever enough to organize the work. And then she left as abruptly as she arrived with a quick 'good bye' and out of the door.

It took me an amount of time and a full cup of coffee to recover from her visit. I was fully aware now that Miss Jennifer could call in at any time to check on me, I remembered now that part of her work in the Law firm was to visit Court houses and other Law offices in town for various file searching, Chris was calling her the 'free lancing Jennifer'.

Soon I was fully absorbed with the housework, I had to tidy up and vacuum the 2whole house, do the bathrooms and deal with the laundry. I kept the black skirt on, as told to, it certainly restricted my movements, not very practical for a hard working maid, but somehow it gave me the sinister pleasure to walk in shorter but faster steps, to bend my knees in order to pick something from the floor, or to go down on my knees in order to scrub the bath tub.

It was nearly six o'clock when I sat down to the kitchen table to enjoy a really needed cup of tea with a couple of rye crisps. As we agreed with my new employer I was going to follow a strict diet. It was actually quite hard and I needed all my will of power to succeed, but I was determined. I had to do it, I had to loose weight, I needed to improve my waistline.

The evening meal of a light tuna salad and brown rice was ready and Chris should be home any minute now. I was all excited again waiting for her arrival. Was she going to bring the items she promised to me this morning?

"Hi Millie!" I nearly dropped the tea mug as I turned around standing up at the same time to look at Chris who was standing by the kitchen door. "Oh Chris…. I mean Miss Christina, you gave me such a fright, I was expecting you to ring the bell Miss!"

"I am glad you corrected yourself and you addressed me properly Millie, yes I let myself in with my own key. I don't want you to get used to routine. You must expect the unpredictable at all times, this is why I asked Miss Jennifer to call in this morning." She stopped and looked at me with a mischievous smile and continued, "Now run along to the garage and bring all the parcels from the back seat in and carry them to your room. I am certain you will find some exciting things there."

She obviously was very excited herself and full of bravado. She asked for her usual gin and tonic and asked me to follow her to my room, now 'the maid's room', as she had started calling it. Of course I was excited too and the familiar flickering in my stomach was the strongest ever.

I started opening the parcels under her supervision. Wow! What a treasure. I found to my delight breast forms, a wig, some underwear, quite plain I must admit, a 'cache sex' or gaff as it was called, thick pantyhose in dark colours and a waist cincher, also some shoes to my size. In fact all the items that any cross dresser is dreaming about but very few dare to obtain. And on top of the bed were all those magic items that were about to change my looks!

Gosh, Chris must have spent a bomb on my behalf. Without thinking I said to her, "Oh Chris, you are ever so generous, I can't believe that you spent all that money for me, thank you very much!".

She looked at me in a kind but slightly reprimanding look, "Are you forgetting your place again Millie? I am your employer now, remember?"

I looked at her blushing as usually and made a silly attempt to curtsey, "Oh, I am so sorry Miss Christina, how silly of me to forget my place, but the excitement is ever so big!"

"You are excused Millie and you better like all those items I bought for you, it took me about two hours to do all that shopping and you are right, I did spend quite a bit of money, but I would like to make the transition to your new persona as real as possible."

She looked at me from top to bottom as I was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room playing with the edge of my apron and said, "Now, I am going to enjoy my gin and tonic in the living room. In the meantime you sort out your new goodies and get dressed from the skin out, so to speak, wearing all your new accoutrements.

It wasn't that easy to do everything correctly but I didn't dare to ask Miss Christina's assistance. Finally I was back in my grey uniform, keeping on my tight skirt underneath. I felt totally different inside and my shape looked different too. The breast forms were of a unique kind I've never seen before, they were attached to me like a bra, in fact they were called 'strap on breast forms' and they felt totally realistic with nipples looking quite natural! The cache sex gave me a completely flat front and finally I suddenly had a waist! The waist cincher took a couple of inches from my waist and all of a sudden the apron strings were emphasizing my much better waistline.

Gosh, it's so much more convincing and I felt so proper! A peculiar feeling of excitement swept my body and my mind, I didn't know exactly what it was but the feeling was not only the sexual excitement that I was used too, it was something beyond that, an inner fulfilment, as if I had discovered another part of my being. Actually I was running out of words, I couldn't explain it, but whatever it was it felt so good!

I hesitantly went back to the living room where Chris had buried her face in the newspaper, sipping her gin and tonic. I slightly coughed to attract her attention. She looked at me and instantly a huge smile appeared at her sweet face.

"I knew it, I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I knew it that you would look good, with a bit of effort. You are not yet ready to prance outside, but it will take a much shorter time than I initially thought to send you out for errands." She stopped and asked me to turn around, then she asked me to walk up and down the room. I did by taking short steps, trying to keep my knees close to each other.

She whistled and said to me, "Wow! You started walking in a very girlish way, I like that, you are a fast learner aren't you Millie?"

I had to tell her I was wearing a tight skirt underneath my grey poly/cotton cheap dress. She immediately asked me to approach and she started fiddling with my clothes. She felt my false breast, then my crotch. "Well, well, what happened to your little tool Millie? And those breasts, they feel so real". She stopped and looked at me more seriously now, "Tell me frankly now, how do you feel with your new body?"

I looked at her and blushing I tried to explain how I felt. I tried to describe the peculiar, but very real feeling of that side of my being that I wasn't aware was existing before, the side that was receiving all those unusual changes so eagerly and naturally.

She listened to me very carefully and I could tell she was in deep thought. It was obvious that she was feeling changes as well and she was trying to work out solutions with her quick mind.

She asked me to serve her dinner, but she didn't ask me to eat with her. She simply said, "As long as you are Millie let's keep things the proper way. You will have your dinner at the kitchen as any maid would and after you are done with the dishes, I'll come and talk to you there, probably you can offer me a cup of coffee in your domain."

And once more I had the same thought. How cleverly Chris was using the 'carrot and stick' technique with me. She was kind and flirting but firm and bossy at the same time and she was doing it with such a surprising ease!

When she joined me in the kitchen about an hour later she was ready to talk. We both sat around the kitchen table sipping a late cup of coffee and in her usual manner she went directly to the point.

"I have been thinking about what you said to me before, about those inner feelings of yours, plus I have eyes to see how well you adapted to your new station in life. I think you are in the right path here Millie, and the interesting thing is that I feel equally adapting myself to my new role of employer and Mistress of this house. Please feel free to interrupt me if you disagree with what I say or if you want to add something? You must realise though that this more or less is the final discussion we have, the discussion that will define your future for the next year at least".

She stopped to have a sip of her coffee and that gave me the chance to ask my first question, "May I ask you Ma'am why?"

She looked at me slightly surprised and stopped my sentence in the middle, "What did you call me just now?

I looked puzzled and said, "I'm sorry Miss, I forgot…"

She stopped me again, "You called me Ma'am before, I like that, I think it is more proper than Miss or Miss Christina, which sounds a bit juvenile to me, like addressing a young girl. And since we are establishing rules now we might as well finalise that. Yes, 'Ma'am' will be fine if you address me and when you talk of me to other people I am Miss Evans to you, not Miss Christina, which again sounds too familiar. You may continue now with your question Millie".

I looked at her with more respect. She was in her 'stick' mode, something that made my stomach flicker again. "I was going to ask you Miss…. sorry Ma'am, why you mentioned that my future is defined for a year at least?"

"A good question Millie, I mentioned a year because I asked our 'personnel department' in the Office to draw me an one year Contract between me as your employer and you as domestic staff. I am bringing copies tomorrow for you to read and sign, if you agree of course. And I must repeat to you here once more Millie that nothing will happen against your own will, I want everything to be legitimate and 'by the book' somehow. Do you agree with that girl?"

Now it was my time to look a bit surprised. She called me 'girl' for the first time. Miss Jennifer called me 'girl' before but never Chris. She understood my look and said, "You must get used to that Millie: depending on my mood I can call you 'girl' or simply 'maid' and just skip your name. It's quite common for servants to be called that way. Now answer my question, do you agree to sign a Contract?"

I got the 'stick' again and I liked it. I was blushing when I said, "Of course Ma'am I'll sign the Contract after I read it of course, I want to go ahead with that, I don't want to back off now. But Ma'am, what happens after a year?"

"Well, I've been thinking myself that Millie, after a year we will both revise the situation we are in and how things will proceed after that. Probably you will be so used by then to be a domestic that you would like to continue to that path. In the other hand I don't know how I will feel towards you. I might feel that I want to continue being with you in a different way or …"

She stopped and looked at me in a kinder and less official manner. "I simply don't know Millie how I would feel then. Let's make a wish and say that we will still feel positive towards each other, regardless what our roles will be then. Is that a satisfactory answer for you?"

I felt very relieved when she said that last sentence since my biggest worry at the moment was that I might loose Chris, as I was becoming more and more docile and feminine.

She somehow read my mind because she continued in the same kind manner, "You must understand Millie that I get quite an amount of pleasure myself from the situation we both are in at the moment, I wouldn't have done it otherwise And I can add something else here to put your mind at ease. During that year you are going to act as my maidservant we will do nothing whatsoever to your looks that is not completely reversible. No hormones or serious figure alterations or anything that could mark your body permanently."

I looked at her and a feeling of deep gratitude overtook me. She was so perceptive and kind to me! I simply said practically in tears, "Thank you Ma'am for your kindness and generosity to me, I solemnly promise that I'll be a very willing and obedient maidservant Ma'am!"

She smiled at me and said, "I am sure you will, but let's call it a night Millie, we both are tired and it is going to be a busy day tomorrow, I have to be at the Court at 9.00 o'clock sharp. Good night Millie."

She left quickly and I stayed behind to lock up and check that everything was in order.

 

 

TRANSITION WEEK – FRIDAY

 

I answered the phone the way I was instructed to. Thank God I could use a cordless phone that I was carrying around in my apron pocket so I didn't have to run to the front of the house where the phone base was.

"Hello, this is Miss Evans' residence, how can I help you?"

"Hi Millie, it is Miss Evans on the line. Remember what I told you the other day, when you answer the phone you have to tell your name as well, like 'Hello, this is Miss Evans' residence, Millie speaking, may I help you?' Is that clear Millie".

I felt very small when she was talking to me like that, but I rushed to answer quickly, knowing that she was always edgy on the phone. "I am terribly sorry Ma'am, I'll try to remember next time Ma'am".

"Good girl. Now listen to me Millie, I will not have dinner at home tonight, I am going out with some friends after work. Just prepare your own meal, and don't forget your diet please. I won't be very late though, but feel free to go to bed if I am not there by eleven pm"

I felt very uneasy when I heard that. It was the first time that Chris was going out ever since we established the new 'house order' and I wasn't happy about that. After all I still felt like her partner, even as a maid. I said in a hesitant manner, "Are you going out with Miss Jennifer Ma'am?"

She laughed in a kind manner though. "Now don't make an issue out of it Millie, it's nothing special, just a group of office people, yes with Jennifer as well, we go out for drinks and some fun, you know, what people usually do at the end of a working week?" She stopped as if she regretted her words and continued in a firmer tone, "And it's not your place girl to ask that sort of question, is it?"

It was a question for me to answer so I said in an even tone of voice, "I am sorry Ma'am I guess I am not completely used to my new situation, but have fan Ma'am and have a drink for me as well". I thought I was a bit impertinent here but she didn't seem to mind that. She simply said, "I will Millie, I will, bye for now."

I looked at my watch, it was just past 4.00pm and I had just finished all my chores for the day except for cooking of course. Now I didn't have to worry about that anymore, I would fix a tuna sandwich for me and a cup of tea and that would be all for tonight. And then a feeling of loneliness overtook me. And with that feeling all those contradicting sentiments and thoughts of this past week came back to me. Was I doing the right thing? Was I going to regret that decision of mine later?

I went to my room, sat down at the edge of the bed and picked a magazine to read. I instantly noticed the change in my attitude. A week ago I would have gone to the living room, put the TV on or read my paper, lounging in a sofa. Now somehow I felt this was inappropriate even when I was alone in the house.

I couldn't really read so I started thinking the events of the last few days.

Tuesday evening Chris, as promised, arrived with an Employment Contract of several pages for me to read and sign. She said she would like us to sign the Contract within the next 24 hours. She was like that Chris. Once she had something pending in her head, she had to finish it as quickly as possible. And my Employment Contract was one of the 'pending matters' in her busy agenda.

I read the Contract the same evening in my room, I asked some questions next morning when I was serving breakfast. Chris clarified them fairly quickly, made some minor handwritten corrections and we both signed it. She handed me my copy and she put her copy in her business briefcase.

I felt a bit uneasy and she sensed it of course. She approached me in a warm manner and hugged me telling me at the same time, "Now, Millie you shouldn't worry, you made the right decision, for the time being anyway. I am your employer now and you are bound to me legally for one year. I am going to be fair with you and keep my part of the agreement, but of course you have to adapt to your new social status and follow to the letter the obligations and rules of the Contract." She left very quickly after that, she was already late for work

I picked the Contract form my bedside table and had another look at it. Basically it was a very standard document for a domestic employee. I had to work 6 days a week. I could have time off in the middle of the week, Wednesday or Thursday afternoon between 4pm and 9pm depending on my obligations and my Employer's demands and then during the weekend I was off duty from 4.00pm Saturday afternoon until Monday morning. There was a provision in the Contract that I could be assigned to work outside the house for another person without extra payment, except for the return bus fare.

I thought of Miss Jennifer when I read that provision. Normally I should start working two days a week in her house, starting next week, as it was promised to her by my Employer. And then I remembered that tomorrow Saturday I was supposed to go and clean her house like last Saturday, but nothing was mentioned to me this week Well, I thought to myself, I am a maid now, I better not ask, if they need me they will tell me.

Looking back at the document in my hands, I read that my wages were going to be the minimum for a junior maid, as agreed with the local Union of domestic workers. And furthermore a copy of the present document was going to be send to the Union and the Income Tax Authority. Everything done by the book and no easy escape from the position I placed myself in 'on my own will' as Chris… ups, Miss Evans kept telling me.

The only concession that my new Employer made, concerning my previous 'Robin persona', was that she agreed to my request to keep my computer and my dedicated internet line. That was what I started calling 'my safety valve' and my outlet to the outside world. It gave me somehow a sense of false security. I could check my e-mail, visit my favorite sites and even communicate with old clients of mine, if needed.

Of course during the past few days I managed to close all my professional pending issues and I sent an e-mail to various recipients that I was going to depart for a trip abroad and I would be probably out of the country for about a year. This move in combination with the signing of the Contract gave me a feeling of ominous finality.

I put the Contract back and looked at myself in the mirror across the room. What I saw, made me think once more, 'so be it Millie, you wanted that change and you have to live with it now!'

It was past eleven o'clock when I went to bed, feeling a bit sad because there was no sign of Chris. I was drifting off to sleep, when I heard the front door of the house slam and Chris' not very steady voice calling me, "Millie, where are you Millie, are you in bed sleeping already? I am coming up baby, I want to talk to you!"

I was fully awake and sitting in bed when she burst in and started walking towards me with unsteady drank steps

 

END OF PART 3

To be continued

  

  

  

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