The Sex Maid

by Pregnant917

 

Any other normal day would be fine for me to stay home and enjoy the confinement of it. But today, I had other plans. I was in my room, which was painted a dark blue color, and lying in bed. I was a boy and went by Jason. Just like any guy, I loved women. And I tried to go out on nights, a bar or somewhere, and get one so I could go and fuck her. I was experienced at it too and I made sure that the girl was too. Not much different from other guys, but I did do things that were not normal though. I liked wearing girl clothes. It made me feel so feminine and I got hard at the thought of it. Sometimes, I could take them and keep them under my bed or in my dresser. It started a long time ago, where I could hardly remember, but I knew that I was at least old enough where I knew how to put on clothes without help. I would steal every kind of clothing there is for a girl, but mostly the most feminine ones.

I walked out of my room, feeling the soft carpet underneath and out the door. Today, I could get some more clothes from the woman next door, who wasn't here today. Making sure no one was looking, I quietly opened the door and walked inside, trying not to be seen or heard. The house was big and filled with a lot of old furniture. I walked up the stairs, as I had did many times before and into her room. I was shocked as I saw someone inside. It was a girl and she soon turned around and had a look of confusion on her face. She was wearing a heavily petticoated blue dress and sheer black stockings and pumps. It seemed like she was a maid. I loved dresses more than anything, but they were so hard to get, it was unbelievable. I became hard instantly and almost fell. "I have to wear her clothes!" I thought.

"Why is someone like you here?" she asked.

It appeared that she was not liking the idea of someone just walking in and into a room while she was cleaning.

"I'm Jasmine. I work here," she said.

"I'm Jason. I came here because I was bored," I said.

"If you have nothing to do, can you help me clean?" she cooed.

"Sure," I said.

The girl had suddenly looked horny from my words and I couldn't believe it when she had gotten onto the bed and spread her legs. I took my huge dick and started pumping it into her tight vagina. She moaned loudly. She screamed for more and so I kept pumping. Suddenly, there was a flash of colors and I became unconscious.

When I woke up, I felt large, heavy clothing on my body. I looked at myself and saw that I was wearing the dress! But I wasn't getting hard. I lifted my dress up, finding myself wearing the stockings too. I pulled down my panties and felt a vagina! "This can't be happening!" I thought. I then had started to think about boys and how it would feel to get fuck by one.

"No!" I screamed.

I could hear my high pitched female voice. I was about to cry when I saw that my fingernails were longer and painted a pink color. I was a girl now. Not only that, I was Jasmine. I got up and looked around and saw a boy standing near me.

"It worked," he said.

"Why am I a girl?" I asked.

"You're Jasmine now. You were always a girl. You were never a boy. And you've always worked here as a maid," he said.

I couldn't believe it. I was Jasmine now and I had to spend the rest of my life as a girl. I got down and started to cry. The female hormones inside me made me more emotional than ever and I even felt like a girl. He was now Jason, who used to be me. He'll probably do better things than me.

"I did this so I didn't have to be a girl anymore. I'll go around getting women and go and fuck them. You're a girl though and you'll have to go find yourself a guy that you'll want to be with," he said.

This still was too much and I was still crying.

"Don't worry. I'll be your friend. If you need me, I'll be in your house." he said.

And like that, he left. I had forgot that he now had access to my house and I couldn't live there anymore. But I started to remember where I was supposed to live. It was right acroos the street from here and so I hurried out. When I got out the door, I realized that this was my first time out as a woman. I walked across the street and into my new home. There, I found my new parents.

"Where were you Jasmine?" asked my mom.

"I was still cleaning. That house is big and I'll probably get paid more for that," I said.

I rushed upstairs and into my room, which was all pink. I sat down on my soft bed and looked at all of the feminine things that laid around my room. I had an uncontrollable thought of wanting to be fucked by boys. If I was going out, I couldn't be wearing a dress. So I took it off and threw on the ground. I was still going to wear my black stockings as that's what gets guys attention. I put on a gray skirt and top. My large tits had pushed the top out and it felt a little tight. It had the cut down the middle, which showed off a lot of my cleavage. My wide hips had stretched my skirt out, which barely covered my panties. It even showed my stockings top and the metal clasps which fastened them. I put on another pair of pumps and applied some of my makeup. I was all ready and so I went out the door and headed for the bar.

When I got there, I instantly got looks from all of the guys. I then saw one sitting at a table and he was so hot! I went up to him and sat down. When he turned around toward me, he looked almost shock and it looked like he thought I was hot too!

"Hello!" I cooed.

It seemed that he was trying to think of something to say, but it looked like all he could think about was me.

"So what is it your here for?" he asked.

"I just came here to look for someone like you. By the way, you look really hot," I said.

After I had said that, he came over to where I was sitting and we held hands. We ordered food off the menu and it was good. He paid the bill, just like any other guy would and we headed out the door.

It was late at night and he took me to his house. While we were riding, I saw a big mall, which probably was having a people shopping at it at this hour. Then we got to a nice looking house and we got out and held hands until we got inside. we went upstairs into his room and both got on the bed and starting making out.

"I loved you Jasmine!" he said.

"I love you too!" I cooed.

It was then we started taking clothes off. He was completely naked, but I still had my stockings on. I felt a lot of pain as I was being penetrated for the first time. after that, it started to feel good and I was soon moaning. He wrapped his legs around me and continued to pump into me. He left leg pushed and made a run into my stockings. He right one pushed and didthe same thing. He grabbed my tits and sqeezed them, while he was kissing me.

"Fuck me!" I screamed.

And so he did. It felt so good, I nearly passed out. Soon it stopped and we got our clothes back on.

"I'm going to have to go shopping tommorow to get new stockings. These have runs in them," I said.

"I'll come," he said.

He then took me home. I was so tired and as soon as I got to my room, I laid down on my bed and went to sleep.

The next morning, he picked me up and we went to the mall. We were in the hoisery section of a store and I was trying to find the same stockings that I had. After looking for what seemed an hour, I had found them. After we bought them, he took me home.

"It's nice that you would take me shopping," I said.

"Is there anything that you would like to do tonight?" he asked.

I tried to think of something, but then I realized that I had cleaning to do!

"I have to clean another house," I said.

"That's fine," he said.

He left and I went in my house and up into my room, where I got my clothes on that I was supposed to be wearing. The dress took a long time to get on, but I did get it on. And I did put on the new stockings. I got on my pumps and applied some makeup. I was ready, so i went out the door.

I was still doing the same house. It was so big that it took a long time to clean.

It was almost night time before I got done. I was so tired that I didn't feel like doing anything with him tonight. I went back to my house and into my room again where I went to sleep. I think that I was going like my new life as a girl.

 

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