Maid To Change

by Margaret Jeanette

 

Tammy Meyer was busy giving one of her salesgirls hints on how to get customers to buy more. She owned the most upscale women's wear store in town. She was a no-nonsense woman who knew how to direct people to do as she wanted. She finished with the salesgirl and went to her office. She had the bookkeeping to do and wanted to get it done before she went home.

She finished it just before it was closing time. Her last quarter figures were record breaking and she was totally happy. She locked the store after setting the burglar alarm. She whistled as she headed home. When she got home and walked in the house the supper smelled delicious.

"That sure smells good. I am very hungry tonight. What did you make for supper?"

Peter, her husband answered, "Roast chicken with dressing, corn, potatoes and my cherry puffs for dessert. It will be ready in ten minutes."

She went to change. She changed into a loose sweat shirt and sweat pants. She was glad to get out of her dress and heels that she always wore for work. She got back to the dining area just as he was putting everything on the table.

"I think we should start with the cherry puffs. They smell so good. I wish I could cook half as well as you do. You are going to fatten me up with your cooking."

They laughed at that and he told her, "Today I got a full chapter written. It was like all the right words just flowed out. Everything came to me so beautiful that I was amazed when by three o'clock I had the chapter done and proofed."

"Well, both of us had a stunning day. I did the quarterly figures for the store and we did record business for the quarter. Not only that but it was over ten per cent higher than any other quarter. I am going to add a uniform section to the store. There is a good mark up on uniforms so we should do even better."

"That's great. I am glad to see you doing so well. By the way, my publisher called and told me my last book is selling a lot better than the first one did. He is after me to finish this one. I told him it would be at least three weeks before this one is even close to being finished."

They enjoyed some small talk through the rest of the meal. Peter put the dirty dishes in the sink for Mrs. Warden to do tomorrow. Mrs. Warden was the lady who came in three times a week to clean and keep the house looking nice.

That night as they went to bed they were engaged in some serious foreplay when Peter said, "Why don't you put some lipstick on. It always feels so much more sexy when I can feel and smell the lipstick."

"Go in the bathroom drawer and get some. If it makes you feel sexier then we'll use lipstick."

He went and grabbed a tube of lipstick. He handed it to her and she undid the cap and before he knew it she had applied a thick coat to his lips. He asked why she did that.

"Well, you're the one who wanted it so I figured you can wear it. It comes off when you kiss anyway. Now let's get down to business here."

By the light of the nightlight she saw his red lips. She liked seeing him wearing the lipstick. They made passionate love. They were lying alongside each other after they were done, when Tammy said that was the best time they had ever had. He agreed.

"That was so good that I think you should wear lipstick every time we make love! In fact I think you should wear lipstick all of the time."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm serious. You said you like the feel and smell of it so why not wear it all the time. If you look in the drawer there is some that won't show hardly at all that you're wearing lipstick during the day, and at night you can wear the redder ones. Promise me you'll try it."

"I can't wear lipstick all the time. It isn't right. What is Mrs. Warden going to think when she sees me wearing lipstick?"

"If you wear the lighter shades of pink I have in there she will probably never notice. Come on, try it just for me. I'll make it up to you and I know you will like that. If you don't it may be a long time before we have another session like tonight!"

He reluctantly agreed to try it. She agreed that he could stop if it became a big problem. The next morning he headed for the bathroom and was surprised to see his lips still bright red. He did his thing, then shaved and managed to wipe the red off. He remembered what he had agreed to the night before and looked at the shades of lipstick in the drawer. He found one that looked the palest of the pinks. He put it on and thought that looked almost invisible on his lips.

When Tammy joined him for breakfast she told him he looked great wearing lipstick. He said if she could see it Mrs. Warden would surely see it. She told him it was only because she knew he was wearing lipstick. She didn't tell him his lips were very shiny.

"I'll tell you what. I'll treat you to lunch today. Tell Mrs. Warden that she doesn't have to make you anything."

He liked Mrs. Warden's lunches but agreed to go to lunch with his wife.

She left for work and he went to continue working on his book. A half hour later the doorbell rang and it was Mrs. Warden. He let her in.

"My whole body aches today. I don't know if I can stay all day or not. I know I can't do a lot of things. Do you think you could help me if I run into trouble?"

He told her he would. He told her she didn't have to make lunch for him today. He knew she was old and complained about aches and pains all the time. She had noticed his lipstick right off.

He was working when she came in and asked him if he could help her. She said it was too painful to hold the dust mop up to get the cobwebs off the ceiling. He agreed to help her. She went with him to the kitchen and showed him a cobweb on the ceiling. She handed him a dust mop then pulled one of her little caps out of her pocket and placed it on his head. She said that was so his hair didn't get dirty if one fell down.

He started to do the kitchen ceiling. Mrs. Warden told him to do every inch of it as some were hard to see. When he finished the kitchen she told him to do all the other rooms. He didn't want to argue with her so he went and did them. The living room was last. He was doing it concentrating on a corner where he had seen a cobweb.

He was surprised to hear Tammy's voice. She said he looked darling in his little cap. He blushed and told her he was just helping Mrs. Warden.

"If you want I'll get you the rest of the uniform to help her in. I think you would look cute in a French maid's uniform. You could wear high heels, and you should definitely wear redder lipstick when you are cleaning. Do you want me to get you one?"

"Don't be ridiculous. She was complaining about aches and asked me to help her get the cobwebs off the ceiling. I was just trying to help her."

"Are you going to take your little cap off or are you going to wear it for lunch?"

He quickly tore the cap off and when they walked through the kitchen he handed it back to Mrs. Warden, who showed him a cobweb on it. He told her he was going to lunch with Tammy.

At lunch Tammy couldn't get the picture of him in the cap out of her mind. She thought he looked cute in it.

"I appreciate that you help Mrs. Warden. However, if I see you in that cap or any other part of her clothes I will get you a maids outfit and you will wear it to help her every day she comes over. Maybe I'll have you wear it on days she doesn't come over, and you can do the laundry and things like that that I do when I get home."

"Don't even think that. I was just trying to help her. She is old and can't get around as well as you and I. Do you want me to stop helping her? I can without any trouble. I can just tell her I can't help her."

"No, I want you to help her. I know she has problems with doing some things. What I'm saying is I think when you help her you should look the part. You don't have to worry about it, if I don't see you in any of her stuff. What's the chance of that happening again? I am usually busy in the store all day while she is there."

He knew she was right. Other than the few times she took him for lunch she never came home during the day. He felt more relaxed that she would never see him helping Mrs. Warden again.

Things went pretty good for the next three weeks. He helped Mrs. Warden with some things and Mrs. Warden never put anything on him to help her.

One night at supper he said, "That light pink lipstick I have been using is all gone. Do you think you can get some more?"

"There are other pinks in there. Use them they won't be much different than what you were using. You know you really look delicious when you put on the redder lipsticks. Why don't you wear them more often? That way your pinks will last longer."

He thought about it and knew he could on the days Mrs. Warden didn't come. He still didn't know about wearing lipstick but the sex was great. After supper he went and put on the reddest lipstick there.

That night as they were in foreplay Tammy went to her dresser and he soon found himself wearing pair of panties. His manhood swelled and Tammy said he must really like wearing panties. After they were done she told him to keep them on. He did. The next morning she told him to wear them all day. When he protested she asked him if he dropped his pants for Mrs. Warden. She said no one would see them so there was no problem. He agreed to wear them for that day.

That night when Tammy came in she was carrying a dress wrapped in clear plastic to protect it. She was also carrying a large bag from her store. He didn't know what was in the bag and didn't ask.

"Will you look at this. The first shipment of uniforms came in today. Look at this maid's uniform. It's pink velvet and look at all of the lace. I have never seen a dress with this much lace. Isn't it beautiful?"

He looked at it and told her it was indeed a beautiful dress. Laughing, she said, "It's your size. Do you want to try it on?"

"Get serious. I am not going to try it on. Sometimes you scare me with what you say."

"If I catch you in any of Mrs. Warden's things do you agree to wear this while helping her?"

"Why would I agree to that? Besides, there is no chance you will catch me in anything of hers!"

"Then why don't you agree to it. Are you afraid I will catch you? Are you wearing her stuff when I am not here?"

He knew he hadn't worn anything since that day she caught him wearing the little cap. To shut her up and change the subject he agreed that if she ever caught him wearing anything of Mrs. Warden's he would try on the uniform. He figured there was no chance of that.

She went and hung it in the closet and laid the bag gently on the shelf. She knew she had everything she needed to turn him into a maid. She smiled as she returned to eat supper.

As they were eating she laughingly said, "The uniform is hanging in the closet. When you help Mrs. Warden you can put it on if you want."

"Oh, very funny. Don't hold your breath. I sometimes wonder about you. I wonder what you want when you have me wear make up and now panties all the time. Where are you going with this?"

"I am just having some fun with you is all. You like the feel of the panties don't you? You said you liked the feel and smell of the lipstick, so what's the problem? If nothing else I am enjoying it."

He decided it was time to change the subject so he told her about how well his book was coming along. This one was a historical fiction about the civil war. He told her this one could be the first in a series.

After supper Tammy sat at the table making out orders for goods. She told Peter one of the girls had called in sick and she had been busy on the floor all day. She finished and put her briefcase away. It wasn't often she brought work home to do.

That night she reminded him that Mrs. Warden was coming tomorrow, and kidded him about wearing the maids dress. He passed it off and they enjoyed each other's company.

The next morning Tammy saw him put on his panties and saw that he was wearing brighter pink lipstick. She knew Mrs. Warden had to see he was wearing lipstick and she was surprised she had not said anything. Unless she had, but Peter hadn't told her about it.

They had breakfast and after she left he saw her briefcase still sitting there. He didn't think anything of it and went to do some writing. He was interrupted when Mrs. Warden came. She complained about her sore shoulder but he knew she wasn't happy if she didn't have an ache or pain to complain about. He returned to his writing.

At lunch he asked her how she was feeling now. She said her shoulder hurt some but she would make it. Then she pointed out a spot on the dining room wall. She said it had to be washed and asked him if he would do it as her shoulder was sore. He told her it would be no problem.

After they after she got a sudsy bucket of warm water and before he started she made him put on an apron to protect his clothes. He protested but she was insistent. He was about a quarter done when she pointed out the wet spots on his apron. He was glad he had the apron on. The wall was good sized and when he had it half done he knew it would take another half hour before it was done.

Ten minutes later he was taken out of his concentration by Tammy saying, "I thought you were going to wear your maids outfit when you helped Mrs. Warden. Why don't you go get it on now?"

"I was just helping her. There was a spot on this wall and she asked me to help because her shoulder is sore. She made me put this apron on. I didn't want to but she insisted. What are you doing home now?"

"I forgot my briefcase and I want to get those orders in that I did last night. You better have the maids outfit on when I get home or else! I'll see you later."

She left before he could say anything to her. He finished the wall and when he got back to write he couldn't concentrate on what to write. He wondered if she was really serious about him putting on that uniform. He thought surely she can't be serious.

After Mrs. Warden left he put on the reddest lipstick he could find. He thought he would try to keep Tammy in a good mood when she got home just in case she was serious about him putting on the dress. He made her favorite marinated chicken breast for supper.

She came in and said how good supper smelled. He told her what he had made and she was happy. She went to change clothes as he set the table. He was taking the meat out of the oven as she came back.

They sat eating in silence. He was hoping she'd forgotten about what she had seen earlier in he day. She figured she would let him dangle for a while. She noticed he was a bit on the nervous side as he ate.

He served dessert and she said, "I told you I wanted you in the maids outfit. What was the problem? Couldn't you find it or what?"

"I was just helping Mrs. Warden. You seem to have a problem with that so I won't help her any more. I'll tell her I can't help any more. There shouldn't be any problem with that should there?"

"I told you what would happen if I caught you in any of her things and you had her apron on when I came home earlier today. Now I don't want any argument. When we finish eating I will go with you to the bedroom and you will put on what I have for you. Are you going to cooperate or am I going to have trouble with you?"

"You make helping someone a crime. She told me the apron was to keep my clothes from getting messy. The apron got somewhat wet and so it did its job. Would you rather I got my clothes stained?"

"That is neither here or there. You know I told you what was going to happen if I saw you in those clothes. Well, I saw you and now I expect you to keep your word that you gave me when you said you would put the outfit on, or are you going to go back on your word?"

"I'll keep my word. We might as well get it over with. I gave my word I would try it on so let's go and try it on."

They got in the bedroom and she told him to strip. He stripped down to his panties. She started to attach breast forms to his chest.

"Isn't this a little much just for me to try on that uniform? I only agreed to try it on, not wear it for a long time."

"When you try on clothes to see if they fit it's to wear them if they fit. Now don't give me a hard time about this."

She helped him by hooking the bra. Then she shocked him by sliding a corset around his body. He never knew she was that strong. By the time she tied the laces off he could hardly breathe. Then she slid black sheer nylons up his legs, fastening them to the garters that hung down from the corset after threading them through the panties. Then came the petticoats and finally the dress. The skirt stood almost straight out.

She slid a pair of pink heels with a two inch heel on his feet. He found he could walk in them without any trouble. She tied the little gauzy apron around his waist in a big bow. She told him to go look at himself in he full length mirror. He did and thought he looked stupid.

"You look just darling. I have one more thing for you." She placed a little mobcap on his head. It had a pink ribbon trim. She sharply told him to go do dishes and put the protective apron on that he had used earlier in the day.

"I only agreed to try it on. I never agreed to keep wearing it."

"You look darling in it. It won't hurt you t keep it on for a while. You may find you like it if you give it a chance. Try it for me is all I ask. If you absolutely can't stand it I'll see if we can make some changes."

He went to do as she ordered him. He wondered why she was being like that. He had never heard her talk to him in that voice before. He noticed that the petticoats felt kind of nice. Maybe there were some positive things about wearing a dress after all. He got where he kind of liked the feel of the dress, then thought about how it isn't right for a man to be wearing a dress.

At bedtime he needed help getting the dress off. He asked Tammy to help him. She said she would help him but that because he didn't put it on when he was supposed to he had to wear it tomorrow. After five minutes of discussion he agreed. She helped him with the dress and when he asked about the corset she told him he could keep it on. She handed him one of her nightgowns to wear to bed. He didn't argue.

The next morning he dressed in the uniform. Tammy helped him get it so it was just right. He was surprised at how nice it felt. After Tammy had left he got busy on his novel. The writing engrossed him and he was getting a lot done.

Shortly after noon he went to eat a sandwich and have some soup. He noticed when he sat down that his petticoats flared up. He felt naughty when he realized that. He noticed his breathing had changed in the tight corset, but it wasn't so bad.

Late that afternoon he started supper. He liked the way his body seemed to respond to all the changes forced upon him. He wondered why more women didn't wear dresses more often.

Tammy came in carrying a black dress in clear plastic. She told him it was his cleaning uniform for when he was doing any cleaning. He looked at it and saw the skirt was at least a little longer than the one he had on. He also noticed it had what seemed to be a lot of lace.

At supper she said, "I talked to Mrs. Warden today and I told her you wouldn't be able to help her anymore."

He felt glad of that but his happiness dropped to zero as she continued, "I told her she was to tell you what to do and have you do it all. If she isn't doing anything you are not helping her, you are doing it all. I told her to call you Marianne. Marianne the maid, doesn't that sound sweet?"

"Just what are you trying to prove. I tried on this outfit like I said I would. I didn't make any promises further than that. Why do you want to make me a maid?"

"I am only taking what I saw a little further. I saw you in her clothes and got you the rest. As long as you have them you can wear them. If you are dressed as a maid you can be a maid. That makes sense don't it?"

"Maybe to you it does but I never agreed to all of this. Do you really expect me to do all the things Mrs. Warden does tomorrow?"

"Yes, there is more to it than dressing like a maid. It's important to do the job of a maid. Think of how lucky you are to have someone with so much experience teaching you. Now, there is no more to talk about, you are going to do as I said, no ifs, ands, or buts about it!"

The way she said it he knew she wasn't going to change her mind. He ate in silence, debating what to do about it. He thought about just being obstinate and not doing anything she said. Then he thought that maybe with a little luck it won't be so bad. He was in a quandary over what to do.

That night as she helped him she made him promise he would put on the black outfit tomorrow. He didn't argue but just agreed to it. He thought he was caught in a trap that had to have a weakness but he didn't know how to get his wife to change her mind.

The next morning Tammy helped him get dressed. She buttoned up the back of his uniform. She thought that he would not be able to unbutton it and smiled to herself. She gave him a pair of black patent leather pumps with a three inch heel. He managed to walk in the higher heel very well.

Before she left for work she told him to have fun with Mrs. Warden and laughed. He dreaded the thought of appearing before Mrs. Warden like he was. He went to do some writing until she got there.

He couldn't get settled to write so he went and got another cup of coffee. He took two sips when the doorbell rang. He went and let Mrs. Warden in. She looked him up and down.

"I was just having a cup of coffee. Would you like one while I finish mine. Then I guess I can get to work."

She said she would join him in a cup of coffee. He handed it to her and she asked why he had such a nice uniform on.

"Well, it is my wife's idea. She saw me when you had me get those cobwebs on the ceiling and you had that little cap on me and said if she ever saw me in any of your stuff again she was going to see that I had a full maid's outfit. Well the last time you were here you remember you had me help you with the wall and put that apron on me and she saw me. She came that night and made me try on a pink outfit and before she would help me get it off I had to agree to wear it yesterday. I wore it yesterday and last night she came with this outfit for cleaning. That is about it except you have to tell me what to do. I know you do a great job of keeping the house looking great and I know you will not have me do anything not necessary."

"So she is doing this because you helped me, right?"

"I guess you could say that. I don't have any idea where it will end. She said something about the pink one being for serving or special events. I don't know what goes through her mind sometimes."

"Right now I want you to go back to your writing. I have to go talk to her about what exactly she wants you to be doing. I have questions I need answers for before I ask you to do anything."

She left and he went to try to write. He was not in a frame of mind to write so he went and had some more coffee. He thought he detected some anger in Mrs. Warden but he wasn't sure. He didn't want to make her angry. He really liked her.

Mrs. Warden walked into the store and walked right up to Tammy. She told Tammy they had to talk and Tammy led her to her office.

"Your husband tells me you dressed him as a maid because you caught him helping me. Is that right?"

"Yes and no. I know he was helping you but when I saw him in the little cap I wondered what he would look like in a maid's uniform. I told him if I caught him wearing any more feminine things I was going to dress him as a maid. When I saw him in that apron the other day it was the perfect opportunity to have him put he maid's outfit on him. Then I made him promise to wear it the next day and last night before I helped him get it off I made him promise to wear the one he has on today. So you see it wasn't just because he was helping you, it was because of what he was wearing."

"He was wearing those things because I made him put them on for protection. As I see it if I hadn't asked him to help me, which he agreed to, then he wouldn't be in this position. The end result is that I am the reason he is wearing a dress. I feel real bad about that. I always thought you were a very nice lady but I see you are not even a good woman. I do not like people who force others to do things they don't want to do. I will not work for someone I don't like so I guess I am done cleaning your house. If you want your husband as a maid you will have to get someone else to train him. I think he is a very nice person and it is a shame he has to be married to you."

This hit Tammy really hard. She never expected this from Mrs. Warden. Mrs. Warden's words hit home. She thought about what she had done and felt sorrow. She'd never thought about it like this.

She said to Mrs. Warden, "You're right. I feel so bad that I did what I did. I'm going to go home right now and see if I an make things right. Please stay as our cleaning lady. I don't want to lose your services. Please say yes that you'll stay?"

Mrs. Warden agreed but told her that she would like the rest of he day off as she was too upset to work. Tammy told her she could see that and that she would be paid anyhow for all that she had done today.

Mrs. Warden left and Tammy sat at her desk for the longest time. It bothered her that anyone would look at her as Mrs. Warden had. She didn't think she was that bad a person but when she thought about what she had done to Peter she felt terrible. What was she thinking? How could she have done that?

She told Monica to watch the store and close up if she wasn't back in time. Monica had taken good care of the store when she went on a two day buying trip last spring. She headed home.

When she arrived she was shocked to see him watching a game show on television. She saw he was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood. She was glad of that.

He didn't say anything and this surprised her. Finally she asked, "Aren't you surprised to see me home?"

"Not really. I was expecting Mrs. Warden but nothing you do would surprise me any more. Where is Mrs. Warden? She said she was going to find out what you wanted her to show me."

"Mrs. Warden talked to me. She was so upset that she wanted the rest of the day off and I told her I would allow that and pay her for the day anyway."

"I don't think I did anything to upset her. We had a cup of coffee together and she asked why I was wearing these clothes and I told her the truth. The last I knew she was going to see what you wanted her to show me. What happened?"

"She didn't mince any words when she talked to me. Do you think I am a bad person?"

"No, I don't! Did she say you were? I don't know where she would get that idea. Did she tell you why she thought you were a bad person?"

"Yes, she did. It is because of what I did to you. She let me have it with both barrels. The problem is she may be right. I passed over your objections because you didn't seem to get overly upset and wild about what I did or wanted you to do."

"I was upset but I'd never heard you talk like that in that tone of voice. It was like I was listening to someone I didn't know. I thought about really rising up but I didn't think it was worth it because no one until Mrs. Warden saw me anyway. I would just as soon wear regular men's clothes but if you want me in a dress then I don't have a problem with that. I would hope you could find one that didn't need this corset under it though."

"What about being a maid? Do you mind being a maid?"

"I don't care for the thought of being a maid to tell you the truth. I don't know all that a maid does and really have no interest in finding out. It is your idea to have Mrs. Warden train me to be a maid but I don't think I will make a very good maid."

"You are probably right. I guess all we can do is get you out of that uniform. I want you to know I don't know what possessed me to dress you as a maid. You are too good to me. You are more man than I ever thought you were. What I am trying to say is I'm sorry I did this to you. Can you forgive me?"

"Well, I suppose I could if there was something to forgive. I think you have learned something important here. I think you now know you have to look at what you are doing when it comes to dealing with other people. I have found that sometimes you listen to other people more than you listen to me. I hear that all the time from many of the couples we see at parties. That is one of the main topics of conversation among the men."

"Really? I never thought about that but you did tell me what you agreed to and I pushed you further. I am truly sorry about that!"

He saw she had tears in her eyes. He knew she was truly sorry. He knew he forgave her but he didn't know how to show her that he forgave her. He got up and went and gave her a kiss on the lips. He told her he forgave her. She sobbed and sobbed. He held her close. He remembered when they were going together sitting and holding each other like this. They hadn't done that for a long, long time.

After about fifteen minutes he asked her if she had to get back to work. She told him not to worry about it. They held hands and she settled down. Finally after a long time she led him to the bedroom.

She started by undoing the buttons on his dress. She didn't say anything to him. She kept undressing him. When she go to the corset she slowly unlaced it until she got it off of him. He drew in a deep breath. She looked at him in all of his glory. He was naked and she saw he was ready for love. She told him to go in he bathroom and wipe off the lipstick. He did just that.

When he returned she was naked also. He said, "I could only think that all I wanted to do is take a deep breath when I had that corset on. Now, believe it or not, I miss the tightness of it."

"Well, as long as we are both naked we might as well do something about it." She went and gave him a deep, deep kiss.

Soon they were on the bed making exquisite love. They continued until they were both very sweaty. Then they went and took a shower together. They had never done that before.

They were back in the bedroom getting dressed and Tammy said, "You know, I am glad you are back the way you are. I don't know what I was thinking! I feel the happiest I have felt for a long time. I so do hope you can forgive me for what I did."

"Love is not having to say 'I'm sorry.' I know I love you and you love me, so that is all that is necessary. Don't feel bad about what you did. Other than the corset, at first I didn't mind because I thought it made you happy. Then I didn't mind the corset as much and started to enjoy some things about wearing a dress. So you see it wasn't all bad."

"You always manage to make me feel better. I love you for that and much more. If there is anything I can do to make up for all of this let me know."

"Do you think you have any dresses down there that I don't have to wear a corset with. I might want to see how it feels without a corset on."

She laughed and knew he forgave her and that she was so lucky to have a husband like him.

© 2004 by Margaret Jeanette

  

  

  

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