Maid On My Own Will

By: Monica Graz

CHAPTER 1

APRON, THE INITIAL SEED

She startled me as I was doing the dishes humming one of my favourite
tunes. She came behind me, put her hands around my aproned waist and
whispered in my ear, "Robin darling I loved the dinner tonight, your
cooking skills are getting better by the day. And you look so neat in
your apron, doing the dishes now. Thank you for being such a jewel".
She kissed me again and her tongue played a bit more with my ear,
something that excited me tremendously.

I turned around to face her wiping my rubber gloved hands on my apron ,
" Oh Chris, stop being so naughty, you excite me and I still have my
chores to finish." She looked at me mischievously and continued, "I
guess I have to wait till bedtime to seduce you my darling and I have a
report to finish also. Be a dear and get me a cup of tea when you
finish with your chores in the kitchen". She started going and
obviously she remembered something because she turned back and said,
"And Robin, could you check if my white blouse, you know the one with
the tiny buttons is ironed? I know you washed it the other day. I want
to wear it tomorrow; I have an important meeting, thank you doll". And
before I had the chance to answer, she left for her study.

My life with Chris flashed through my mind as I was finishing tidying
up the kitchen. I met her two years ago and we instantly felt an
attraction for each other. Coming from a similar social background,
both University graduates and fairly 'intellectual', we found lots of
things in common.  A couple of months later I left my small bachelor's
apartment and moved in with her. Though she was living alone, she had a
great house, inherited from her rich family. She had a high powered job
in a law firm, being a junior partner. I was a freelancing computer
specialist operating from home, so I had to organize my working space
in a room in Chris' house. We both decided that marriage was not one of
our priorities, so we left it as an open issue to reconsider at a later
stage.

From the very beginning I was dead honest with Chris. I told her that
without being a committed cross dresser I liked wearing some 'discreet'
pieces of female clothing like panties and camisoles under my male
clothes or a nightie in bed. She didn't mind at all, on the contrary,
she said to me that a man with such an 'idiosyncrasy' is more sensitive
and less able to cheat on a relationship.

Though I had a natural inclination towards housework I stayed out of it
for sometime. Chris, being herself a lousy housekeeper, was employing
someone to come and clean the house every second day, Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays. She was a nice Porto Rican lady in her late
forties and a committed cleaner. Since I was working from home I got to
know her quite well. Amelia, that was her name, was very chatty and
soon I knew everything about her family back home, her various
problems, marital and financial etc. I was fascinated watching her
working around the house. She had her own room and always changed in an
overall and apron before starting working, nothing fancy, a plain
cotton dress light blue or pink and a large matching working apron, the
style that was popular for maids in the 50s and 60s

I started asking her questions concerning her work, why this detergent
or that liquid for cleaning tiles or how you treat the wooden floor
etc, etc... Though not educated, she was ecologically conscious and was
using environment friendly products. Soon I was helping her in some of
the heavier works wearing one of her practical full working aprons to
protect my clothes. She didn't mind at all, in fact she was pleased
because I was following her instructions and was a fast learner. She
started making comments of the type, "Well Robin, you could probably
get a job as a cleaner, you are very careful and efficient; most
cleaners, including experienced housemaids are not as good as you."

For some reason she was calling me with my first name from the very
beginning and I never stopped her. On the other hand Chris was 'Miss
Christina' for her, after all she was her employer and I was only a
guest in the house.

Chris voice interrupted my reverie, "Robin darling, how about this cup
of tea, I am dying of thirst!"

"I am so sorry Chris; it took me longer to finish in the kitchen. It's
coming in a minute."

I fixed a tray with a small tea pot, cup and saucer and a jug of milk
and rushed to her study. She was busy writing, but she thanked me and
asked me to serve it for her. As I was getting ready to go she looked
at my apron with a slightly disgusted look, "I wish Robin darling that
you could change to a fresh apron when you are through in the kitchen,
this one is wet and dirty."

"Sorry Dear, I rushed in here and I forgot all about it. I'll change
now."

She smiled at me. "That's OK darling I only tease you. Now shoo I will
never finish this damn report and I do want to go to bed with you as
soon as possible!" She said that and made me blush all over. How silly
of me.

I was ironing her blouse in the laundry room and my mind drifted again.
I was thinking that I was Chris' 'little housekeeper' as she liked
calling me for over six months now. Amelia had to depart urgently for
Puerto Rico, some sort of family disaster, her married daughter had a
car accident and broke both her legs, so she had to go and look after
her two grand children, father being overworking etc...So we lost our
competent cleaner.

Chris was devastated of course, she couldn't even think of changing her
lifestyle, she was far too busy for that anyway and good domestic staff
is so hard to find those days etc, etc... So I stepped forward and
volunteered to take over Amelia's work. In the beginning she refused to
discuss it. "Come on Robin, you don't want to do that sort of work, you
have your own work to think about and there are other less boring
things for you to do than cleaning a big house like this one."

But with my solid arguments I gradually convinced her. "Look Chris, I
work from home anyway and at the moment my computer work keeps me busy
for about 3 hours per day, so I have plenty of time in my hands. Then I
know most of the work Amelia was doing, I was watching and helping her
for months now. But the most important is that I enjoy doing housework.
It is like a physical exercise for me and after spending hours in front
of a screen is more than welcomed for me that sort of manual work."

                                                  

She finally agreed and said to me, "Fine, you convinced me. But let me
tell you two more things. I expect you to do a proper job; after all
you volunteered to do it. Keeping a house clean etc is a job like any
other and you must be prepared for criticism if I am not satisfied. I
will inspect your work and you will accept my remarks as Amelia would.
Is that all right with you?" I was getting ready to answer but she
stopped me with her hand.

"Let me finish darling. The second thing I want to tell you is that if
you ever change your mind and you find the work too hard or too boring
or too demeaning or whatever, please tell me and we will find another
solution. I don't want my little Robin to be unhappy!"

She always had a way of making me blush. I told her that I agree with
her terms, they were not that hard anyway and from that day on I became
her 'little housekeeper'.

Soon I started cooking too, I was fed up with the 'take away' food we
were eating all the time, it was fattening too and we both were trying
to lose some weight.

The apron became a standard piece of apparel for me. I started using
Amelia's aprons; I loved them, as they were feminine, full and
protective without unnecessary frills that probably would embarrass me.
Chris bought a couple of aprons for me but I sort of ignored them, they
were the unisex 'butcher' style and I found them very boring. She
understood and next time she bought a couple of feminine ones, not
frilly or anything, just aprons that a normal housewife would wear.

Her voice brought me back to reality. It came from the bedroom this
time. "Robin darling, it's bedtime, Chris is waiting for you!"



CHAPTER 2

BECOMING THE HOUSEWIFE

We were in bed in our matching nighties chatting happily. Chris who was
a health freak liked her clothes made from natural fibres and in
particularly bed clothes, so our nighties and our sheets were pure
cotton. The nighties were made of fine cotton and were very expensive.
From the very beginning she insisted that we should wear matching ones
that only she could afford to buy, usually from exclusive lingerie
shops. As usually she took the initiative and started caressing me.

"So how my little housekeeper is doing, did you have a good day?" she
said to me as she was lifting my nightie touching my thighs with gentle
fingers.

"Yes darling I had a good day, I am very happy with this new recipe, it
worked out well and you said you enjoyed the food."

"Of course I did, you are becoming more and more a gourmet cook and
before I forget, I asked my friend Jennifer to join us for dinner
tomorrow, try and surprise us with something exotic."

'But darling I planned a light dinner for tomorrow because is my big
shopping day and then I have all the ironing to do, you know sheets and
all that."

She slapped me slightly on the thigh and said in a pretend austere tone
of voice, "Now listen to me you little thing, all housewives can modify
plans at a last minute's notice if they have to and I can't see why you
should be different."

She never called me a housewife before, but somehow it excited me and
she felt it instantly in my erection. "Oh, my little darling, you like
to be called a housewife don't you. Strictly speaking you are not one
yet, but you will be one, once we decide to get married. Would you like
that Robin? Would you like to be my little wife and wear pretty aprons
and look after our guests?"

I was more and more excited. "Oh yes Chris, I would love that" I said
with a trembling voice as she started to mount me. Soon we were engaged
in a frantic love session where Chris was definitely the aggressor.

We were much more cool and controlled at breakfast next morning. Chris
was in a rush, finished quickly her cup of coffee and as I was taking
her to the door she gave me a quick kiss and said, "It's all set then,
we come back with Jennifer about 6 o'clock. We will have drinks first
and then you can serve dinner. She stopped and looked at my working
apron, one of Amelia's and continued, "And darling, have a nice apron
on please, one of those I bought for you, not one of Amelia's, they are
very servant like; we don't want Jennifer to think that you are the
maid here do we?" And before I had a chance to answer she rushed to the
car.

I was quite intrigued by her last phrase, 'housewife' yesterday, and
'maid' today; did she have something in mind? Whatever it was though,
her little remarks made me singularly excited!

It was a busy day for me. I did a major shopping in the local
supermarket and then I had to catch up with my freelancing computer
work as well. I must admit that I wasn't doing that well with my
professional activities lately. I was losing lots of contracts that in
the past were a routine for me and my income was dropping considerably.

But I had Chris' backing in that issue. She repeatedly said to me,
"Don't worry Robin darling about your work, I make money now for both
of us and with your nearly full time work in the house, I don't expect
you to kill yourself for some extra money."

By 5.00 o'clock I was done in the kitchen. Dinner was ready, except for
some final minor touches. I had a relaxing shower and changed to my
'good outfit', which was a rather unisex shirt and trousers ensemble.
We bought them together with Chris from a shop that specialized in that
type of clothing. In fact Chris insisted and I bought the shirt that
buttoned in a feminine fashion, right over left. Only an experienced
eye could pick that though. I put a clean apron on, one that Chris
bought me, a nice blue striped gingham one with a bib and shoulder
straps that crossed in the back and fastened in the strings. I tried to
make the bow as symmetrical as possible. The look in the mirror made me
think once more that I had to loose serious weight, I wanted my waist
slimmer than that, only then I could wear my aprons more proudly. 'Stop
it Robin!' I thought to myself, 'you are not a woman and stop
pretending that you can look the part!' I smiled at that thought and
went back to the kitchen to start the salad dressing.

The ladies would be here any minute now and I still had to set the
table. I thought about Jennifer, I didn't know her well; I met her
several times in a social context. She was working with my wife in the
Law firm; she wasn't a lawyer but a legal secretary and the right hand
of the top man of the firm. I think Chris had another reason of
befriending her, some 'inside information' was always useful in a big
Law office, in a competitive environment that you had to protect your
back at all times.

Jennifer was coming out of a nasty relationship with a married
businessman, a relationship that turned very sour and created lots of
waves. Of course she was bitter and Chris stood by her all that time.
She knew that I was keeping house for Chris at this phase of our life
and she found it very positive and supportive, at least this is what
Chris told me.

I heard the bell ringing and found it strange, did Chris forget her
keys? I wiped my hands and rushed to the door smoothing my apron. Chris
and Jennifer were standing there in big smiles. "Hello darling, did you
forget your keys?" I asked innocently.

"Of course not Robin dear, but we thought with Jennifer we shouldn't
surprise you in case you were more indecent?"

I looked puzzled and Chris added laughingly, "Oh, nothing serious
darling, just in case you still had your working apron on or something
similar."

I blushed slightly and let them in. They both greeted me with a girlish
kiss in the cheek and gave me their coats and bags. For a moment I felt
like the maid, but they did it so naturally that I took them graciously
and hanged them in the hallway alcove.

I heard Chris' voice from the living room. "Drinks time Robin!" I went
in and they both had kicked their shoes off and were comfortably parked
in the couch.

"You look very nice and neat Robin. I love that apron, it does suit
you!" Jennifer said with a big grin, but without any mockery in her
voice. That made me feel more comfortable and Chris added, "I bought
that apron for Robin; I was fed up seeing him wearing all the time
Amelia's aprons. He still uses them but only for the heavy housework.
Now how about some drinks, I could kill for some gin and tonic!"

Dinner went very well, they loved my food and though the table was set
for three, I spent most of my time serving them, changing their plates,
filling their wine glasses etc. They happily chatted most of the time
and they included me in their conversation only to ask me for something
or to praise my cooking. I removed my apron when I finally was able to
sit at the table and funnily enough both ladies noted it immediately.
"Now Robin, why you took your apron off, you are so sweet in it" Chris
said and Jennifer agreed instantly. "Would you mind very much putting
it back on dear?" Chris continued and her voice had a touch of
authority. I blushed and said meekly, "Of course not dear, the only
thing is that I was going to change shortly to my work apron to do the
dishes and I thought to sit with you ladies for a little while, I
didn't really have the chance to see Jennifer at all."

Jennifer said instantly, "You are right Robin, we kept you busy
practically all evening, how naughty of us, but your food was
delicious. Probably you could come and cook dinner at my place one day,
would you like that?"

"That would be a great idea" Chris exclaimed, "You need that sort of
distraction at the moment Jennifer, so before you go tonight we'll set
a date. Isn't that all right with you Robin darling?"

I had to agree, since Chris was so warm about it. "I'd love to do it
anytime Jennifer" I said in a slightly hesitant tone though.

In the mean time they forgot about the apron and I sat with them
chatting, mostly about Jennifer's recent bad adventure. When they
started talking about the office and their work again, I excused myself
and said that I had to do the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. I don't
think they noticed when I left the table. Back to the kitchen I put on
one of Amelia's large protective aprons and my rubber gloves and
started the dishes. Halfway through though I realized that I still had
to collect some glasses and plates from the table. I went in with a
tray and started collecting the remaining unwashed things. The ladies
were still engrossed in their conversation but as I was departing for
the kitchen I heard Chris telling me, "Thank you Amelia!"

I nearly dropped the tray. I turned to face her and then she realized
and started laughing. "Oh my God, I was so taken by Jennifer's story
than I took you for Amelia. It is that apron obviously. Anyway I am
sorry darling. You don't mind do you? Anyway you are doing Amelia's job
at the moment and you are wearing her apron, so it's not that unfair to
call you that."

Jennifer joined in, "Robin that apron is not as nice as the other one,
but it is so practical and so old fashioned. I remember when I was a
young girl we had a maid that was wearing a similar one on top of her
uniform dress. God it brings back memories!"

Chris continued, "Now that you mention it Jennifer I remember our maids
in my parents house had similar aprons but I remember also that they
were not allowed to come in front of the guests wearing them, so they
kept their serving white aprons on, under the big ones so they could
whisk them off quickly in case they have to appear in front of us or go
and answer the door etc."

She looked at me questioningly, "Well dear Robin you are not a maid,
but to tell you the truth I am not happy seeing you in this room with
this apron on and the rubber gloves!"

I blushed and managed to say, "You are right Chris, but I was in the
middle of doing the dishes and I thought it would take only a minute to
take those things away. Anyway now I know and I will be more careful in
the future."

Jennifer looked sympathetically at me and said, "You shouldn't be hard
on him Chris, after all he is doing a great job, he is a real gem in
the house and I guess he still has a lot to learn." She sighed and
continued turning to me, "I wish I had a person like you Robin to help
around in my apartment, it's not as big as this house but I certainly
need a helping hand around the place."

I felt awkward because all that time I had to stand in the middle of
the room with a tray in my rubber gloved hands, wearing a big wet
working apron, listening those two blathering on. I was getting ready
to say to Jennifer how sorry I was that I couldn't help her, when I
heard Chris' excited voice, "Well Jennifer I have a wonderful idea, I
can give you Robin for a whole day. He can come in the morning, clean
your place, do the washing or anything else you need like ironing etc
and then he can cook dinner and we all have a merry evening. How about
that!"

I was aghast when I heard it. She was offering my services to another
person, without even asking me! She had such a nerve. I was about to
start protesting when Chris turned to me and said very sweetly, "I know
Robin darling you wouldn't say no to that suggestion of mine. I think
Jennifer deserves some pampering at the moment and you are the one who
can do it. After all this house doesn't need you on a daily basis,
don't forget Amelia was managing very well, coming only three times a
week. Please darling, say yes."

She was so sweet and loving that I simply couldn't say no to her. And I
must admit that deep inside I felt a peculiar excitement and a pleasant
flickering of my stomach. Somehow I found the whole idea fascinating.
Pretending that I was hesitant I said in a small voice, "I guess it's
all right, housework is housework, I might as well do it."

They both clapped their hands happily and we agreed that this coming
Saturday, that is in three days time, I would go at 8 o'clock in the
morning, Jennifer would give me instructions what to do and then she
would go off shopping with Chris. They were going to meet at a shopping
mall at 10. How well they organized my time and their time! I was going
to clean bathrooms and scrub floors, they were going to have fun
sipping their cappuccinos and buying fancy clothes.

I thought that I could go back to the kitchen at last, but Jennifer's
voice stopped me once more, "and Robin, please bring with you your
working clothes and aprons, I don't have anything to give you. Feel
free to wear anything that is comfortable for your housework. I
couldn't care less if you are Robin or Amelia or Nancy or whatever. I
just want the work done and I must add that I might be a lousy
housekeeper, but I am a demanding employer and I will certainly inspect
your work."



CHAPTER 3

CAUGHT IN AMELIA'S CLOTHES

Chris had to depart early next morning on a business trip. We got up at
seven, she rushed to the shower and I went downstairs to the kitchen to
start breakfast.  Still on my nightie I tied an apron on and started
squeezing fresh orange juice.

She looked very smart in her elegant Armani business suit when she came
down half an hour later. She looked at me as I was pouring coffee in
her cup and smiled, "Look at you my little Robin, the perfect picture
of a sweet housewife!" I blushed but I didn't have the chance to
answer, as she continued, "Well, I better rush, I have a plane to catch
and look at this rotten weather. I'll probably be back quite late so
don't bother to wait for me for dinner, I'll call you later."

She grabbed her bag and coat gave me a girlish kiss and departed. I
looked at her expensive SUV as she was driving away. The weather was
rotten indeed. I went back to the kitchen to finish my cup of coffee
and plan my day. Though I wouldn't admit it publicly, I felt good about
this 'role reversal' in our lives. I was becoming more and more the
'house partner' in our relationship and Chris was becoming more and
more the 'breadwinner' and she didn't seem to mind it. Her personality
was more assertive than mine and obviously she was able to survive in
the 'cruel' outside world more easily than me. As I was finishing my
cup of coffee I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was that I didn't
have to catch a plane on a day like this.

I didn't really want to change to my male clothes to start housework,
even if those clothes were usually of the unisex type, a truck suit in
colder days, a t-shirt and shorts when it was hot. I really wanted
something different. I decided to be bold, after all Chris wouldn't be
back for hours. I went upstairs to the little room where Amelia used to
change. I knew that she left behind all her working clothes. What the
hell, I was going to dress in her clothes today; after all I was doing
her work for weeks now!

An hour later I was the maid! Amelia's clothes were not fancy, but I
definitely looked the part. I was wearing my own panties and vest, a
bra that belonged to Amelia and had seen better days, a striped blue
cotton dress that buttoned in front with white piping around the
collar, the short sleeves and the two front pockets and a matching
large working apron. I even tied around my longish hair a head triangle
of the same material. Black pantyhose and comfortable rubber sole shoes
finished off my appearance.

I started my chores with a 'feeling' and an intensity I never had
before. Somehow my maid's gear made me a more committed cleaner. I
practically 'attacked' the upstairs rooms and in particular the master
bedroom. As I was moving around vacuuming I couldn't stop looking at
myself in the various mirrors. A rather plain girl in a maid's uniform
was looking back at me. Now in a dress and apron, I could see more that
I had to loose weight. I definitely had to improve my waist line.

Satisfied from my work I turned off the vacuum cleaner, thinking
already for a break with a cup of coffee, turned around to head for the
door and froze on my tracks!

Chris was standing there looking at me with an amused expression of
half mockery!! I blushed and turned beetroot red. I started apologizing
but in her usual confident manner she stopped me and said, "My flight
has been cancelled because of the weather and I came back home to pick
some other papers on my way to the office," She looked at me in a more
critical manner and continued in a rather sarcastic tone, "So my
'darling little housewife' decided to demote herself to a maid?"  As I
was getting ready to answer she stopped me with her hand and said
firmly, "Let me finish please. You decided to dress as a maid to do
your chores on your own will, is that right?" I nodded silently. "And
you feel comfortable wearing maid's clothes as you work around the
house?" I blushed again as I was looking at her.

"Answer me please!" she said impatiently. "Yes Chris I do feel
comfortable working around the house in those clothes" I meekly
answered back.

"In that case you stay dressed as you are for the rest of the day.
Continue with your work and after dinner tonight we are going to
discuss the whole issue. I need to do a bit of thinking myself, ok?"

I got a bit panicked thinking that she might decide to end our
relationship. "Oh Chris, I hope you are not mad at me, it was just an
impulse. All of a sudden I had this strong need to dress and act like
Amelia, since I am doing her job for sometime now. But if that annoys
you it won't happen again. Oh Chris you now how much I love you." I
nearly cried as I said this last sentence.

"That's exactly my point Robin", Chris said in a softer tone, "this is
why I asked you if you like wearing maid's clothes. I know already that
you love doing housework, so if you put those things together it is
obvious what your inclination is. Well I have to rush now, we'll
discuss it tonight Don't worry though I am not going to kick you out of
the house, but if you prefer to act like a maid I think we should
redefine our roles and commitments in our relationship. Now run along
to your chores I have more serious things to do."

She dismissed me like a servant! And to make things worst she yelled at
me from the front door as she was going out , "And be sure to wear a
nicer apron, preferably a white one, on top of your uniform dress when
I come back tonight, I am sure you will find something appropriate
among Amelia's things. Bye for now!"

CHAPTER 4

MILLIE THE MAID IS EMERGING

The house was clean and tidy and dinner was ready when Chris came back
around six

O'clock that evening.  I still had Amelia's uniform dress on but I
found a half white apron among her things and I put it on, following
Chris' suggestion. I removed also the head scarf and replaced it with a
white hair band that I thought was more appropriate.

Chris used her key this time and came straight to the kitchen where I
was busy, fixing some salad dressing. I blushed as I turned around to
face her, I was excited but very nervous still about the whole thing, I
wasn't sure which way to go, I needed some help.

Chris eyed me from top to bottom and her quick mind picked my
nervousness because she said casually, "Hi Robin, I like the white
apron and hair band, you look the part, but how about a drink, I'm
dying for one. I'll be in the living room."

She left as quickly as she came in, but I felt relieved somehow, I
sensed that she was not angry or negative about my appearance, just
tired from a very busy day.

We had our dinner together, though I felt a bit awkward sitting at the
table with Chris and being the maid at the same time. She felt it also
because she said, "Well darling, I think that in the future and when
you are the maid you would serve me first and then you can have your
dinner in the kitchen.  But we will discuss all that later, as I said
already we must redefine our roles and commitments as a couple. I have
some ideas and you can tell me what you think."

I joined her in the living room after I finished doing the dishes and
tidied up the kitchen. She turned the TV off and motioned me to go and
sit next to her in the couch. I still was dressed in Amelia's clothes;
an inner force prevented me from changing to my regular outfit. Somehow
I wanted to make a point that I was pleased the way I was dressed.

"You certainly need some coaching darling how to sit properly when you
wear a dress, keep your knees together and place your hands on your
lap." She looked at me half jokingly as I adjusted my position in the
couch and continued, "Now Robin, I'll try and be frank with you,
obviously I accept your little idiosyncrasies and I am satisfied with
our relationship, otherwise we wouldn't have been together. Today
though, another side of your persona came out. I already knew your
skills around the house and how you enjoy doing the housework and
cooking etc, but today you went a step further and you declared, very
clearly indeed, that you like doing your housework not as a partner or
a 'housewife' as I like to joke with you, but as a maid. Am I right so
far?"

In my usual manner I blushed, but I managed to answer with a steady
voice, "Yes Chris, it is true, I somehow felt very comfortable wearing
Amelia's working clothes moving around the house doing my chores, much
more in peace with myself. I can't explain it even to myself Chris, I
feel very natural and relaxed, but alert and excited at the same time;
my energy is doubled when I worked in the house dressed as a maid, who
knows probably I was a maid in my previous life!"

She looked at me moving her head sceptically , "Probably you are right
you know, probably your genes are maid's genes, in the other hand if
you go back to your childhood, probably you were helping your mother or
the maid around the house and the 'feeling' stayed with you. One
wonders indeed! But my dear Robin I am not a shrink and I don't intend
to analyze you, lets go back to more practical matters. Do you intend
to keep working as a maid in this house, or this was a small game for
the day?"

She looked at me shrewdly waiting obviously for a clear answer. I felt
a bit cornered and I started playing nervously with the edge of my
apron, she sensed it and added, "You can give me an honest answer, but
don't worry I am not going to make you sign a life contract, not yet
anyway."

I felt more relieved after her last sentence though I noticed the
expression 'not yet anyway and said whole heartily , "Yes Chris I want
to continue being the 'house person' and look after this house, if
that's all right with you and today I discovered that being dressed as
a maid, makes me feel more 'right' for that role.  But, I wouldn't even
dream to put our relationship at a risk, so if this development makes
you unhappy or annoyed please tell me and I'll adapt myself instantly."

She looked at me for a few moments seriously and then her expression
mellowed. She came closer to me put her arm around my shoulder and
dragged me towards her, saying at the same time, "Come here little
thing, you look so worried and innocent at the moment. Of course I am
not crossed with you or annoyed, I love the fact that you took over the
burden of this house, you know I am not the housewife type." She
started caressing my thigh with her other hand and my excitement
started to grow.

"And if you want to be the maid, its fine by me, but I'll have to apply
some rules to you, it seems that I become your employer now. Do you
want to hear what those rules are going to be?"  Her hand was under my
dress now gently snapping the elastic around the legs of my panties. I
firmly nodded letting out an uncontrolled little moan of pleasure.

Her voice was softer now, she practically was whispering in my ear,
"Tomorrow we go to the 'Uniform Store' downtown, I am going to buy you
some proper uniforms for your new position in the house, Amelia's
clothes had seen better days, you are a maid now and you are entitled
to your own clothes provided by your employer. Would you like that,
would you like wearing a pretty white apron and a maid's cap when you
move around the house?" I nodded with another soft moan.

"Of course you do, poor thing you are trembling from excitement". Her
voice became firmer, "Now control yourself little hussy, don't come
yet, I want to finish what I have to say to you."

That brought me back to reality and I tried to pull myself together,
but she never stopped caressing me, obviously she was getting as well,
some inner satisfaction from that conversation, or should I say
monologue.

"I have been thinking darling, I can't keep calling you Robin when you
are the maid, instead I'll be calling you Millie, which is short for
Emily, after all this name is the English version of Amelia and you
started your maid's career in this house by impersonating Amelia. How
is that, do you like this name?"

My excitement was again at a peak, but my astonishment was even bigger.
I managed to answer back in a soft voice, "You wouldn't believe that
Chris, but Emily was my maternal grandmother's name and if I was born a
girl I would have been given that name, how amazing!"

She looked at me with her mouth open, "Now, isn't that a coincidence
darling! I couldn't have picked a more appropriate name. So from now on
when you are dressed in your maid's clothes you will be Millie the maid
and I will be 'Miss Christina' or simply 'Miss' to you. Probably you
will find that hard in the beginning, but I want you to understand that
being the maid in this house is not going to be a game but a normal job
for you and proper respect for your employer is rule number one. Is
everything clear so far Millie?"

She looked at me expectantly. I understood that look and answered back
blushing all over and smiling hesitantly lowering my eyes at the same
time, "Yes Miss, everything is clear Miss!"

Without any other word, she dragged me to the bedroom, she undressed me
very quickly, undoing the apron and struggling with the buttons of my
dress. We were in bed in record time wearing our matching nighties. Her
tongue found my ears, probing wetly. Her hands caressed my breasts
under the ruffled top of the nightie. Slowly then, she worked a leg up
and over my legs, her weight starting to bear down on me. She pulled my
panties down at an agonizingly slow rate, with me twitching and moaning
as they descended every inch. Finally purring quite loudly with
pleasure, she worked her way along the rest of my upper legs, gave a
quiet little gasp, then mounted and fitted herself around me. I
couldn't restrain myself anymore. I squealed and came in a series of
delighted spasms.......

CHAPTER 5

MY NEW WORKING CLOTHES

We arrived at the Uniform Store quite early next morning, because Chris
was in a rush to go to work afterwards. I was Robin again, dressed very
simply in jeans and a sweat shirt, but underneath I had my female
undies on. Chris promised not to embarrass me in front of the sales
girls and agreed to be discreet. I knew this shop very well from the
outside but I never had the nerve to go in. For years now I was
stopping in the shop window to admire various domestic outfits, my
inclinations for aprons and uniforms being part of me for as long as I
remembered.

I somehow felt a bit funny as we entered the shop, I was about to
acquire clothes that for many years were a big taboo for me. I felt
again this familiar stomach tickling, but my slight anxiety stopped me
from being excited. The shop was empty; it was too early in the morning
and not a sales person on sight. Chris walked purposefully to the far
end where an older lady was sitting behind the counter, as I was
looking around fascinated by the racks of working dresses and aprons
and tabards and various accessories, all for the 'domestic worker' as
they were labelled. They must have been chatting for several minutes
but I didn't mind at all, I had fun looking at all those items, feeling
the fabrics and checking the way they were made.

I was startled by a voice behind me, "I can see you certainly enjoy
looking at our products young man, is there something in particular
that you like?" I turned all blushing and I saw the lady behind the
counter smiling at me. Chris was standing in an angle and behind her
and I realized that she was motioning to me that everything it's ok and
under control.

The lady who was tall and elegant continued in a friendly tone of
voice,

"My name is Mrs. Goodwin and I am the manager in this shop. I gather
that you have to be fitted with some appropriate clothes for housework.
Your partner/employer here tells me that you took up successfully the
full responsibility of the house and you expressed an interest in
wearing some proper maid's uniforms."

I was shocked and dumbfounded. Only minutes ago Chris promised to be
discreet and not to embarrass me in front of a sales person and now
this lady tells me that she knows I prefer to be dressed as a maid! I
opened my mouth to express my indignation and to deny everything, only
to be silenced by Chris rather abruptly.

"Now Robin, let me explain to you. Mrs. Goodwin very kindly offered to
help us choose the right outfits for you, she understood the situation
immediately, it seems that you are not a unique case, lots of ladies
buy uniforms for their male maids and a lot more order by mail, so
relax and start choosing."

I looked at her in disbelief but Mrs. Goodwin took over again,

"Your partner is right Robin; I've seen lots of people like you during
the many years I work in this shop. There is nothing to be ashamed of;
on the contrary you should be proud. I hear that you are a committed
cleaner and an excellent cook. I can assure you that being a good maid
is not an easy task." She saw that my attitude softened and continued,

"And to put your mind completely at ease I can tell you that the two
salesgirls start working at ten o'clock so there is enough time for you
and your partner to choose undisturbed."

Half an hour later we came out of the shop me carrying all the
shopping. Chris was marching towards the car, she was in a rush to go
to her office and I was following behind, practically running to catch
up with her. It certainly was a big purchase of items. Mrs. Goodwin was
full of smiles of course. As we were departing she suggested that I
could go and work in her house any Sunday. She would be willing to
coach me in my new role and her twenty year old daughter would be more
than happy to assist her.

I heard her suggestion with mixed feelings. It seems that there is
acceleration to everything. I have a feeling that I fast lose
control...

As we entered the car I tried to thank Chris by giving her a kiss but
she stopped me and said, "You don't have to thank me Robin, as your
employer I have to provide your working clothes. I think you have
plenty now to play with. And when I come home tonight I want you to be
maid Millie, properly uniformed and ready to serve me." She said the
last sentence in a rather haughty manner, a manner I haven't noticed on
her before.

I answered half jokingly, "Yes Miss Christina!".

She obviously liked it because she said, "I think I start liking the
idea of having a live in maid. I also liked that suggestion of Mrs.
Goodwin that she offered to teach you some deportment and etiquette."

I was a bit nervous about that and I expressed my worries to Chris but
she was adamant, "You heard what she said, you can go on a Sunday to
her house to do her housework in exchange for some proper coaching from
her part. She is right you know, being a maid is not that simple, is
not only vacuuming and ironing. It is also learning the etiquette, like
how to address people with the proper respect, how to lay a table and
serve at a dinner party, how to look after delicate clothes, hand
washing etc. I am afraid I can't teach you those things, but Mrs.
Goodwin can." She stopped and gave me a side look, expecting an answer
from me. All of a sudden I realized that she was taking more and more
seriously my new found position in the house.

"I guess it's all right" I answered back, "But I am a bit anxious, she
said she has a twenty year old daughter living with her and I feel shy
to appear as Millie in front of her."

"Come on; don't be silly, the more you expose yourself as Millie the
more you will be confident in your new role. By the way, I just
remembered, tomorrow it's Saturday and we said you are going to clean
Jennifer's house and then cook dinner. So there is a perfect
opportunity to do that as Millie. Oh, I am sure she will love it."

I tried to protest, "But darling, I can't go to her house dressed as
Millie, I have to go by public transport, you said you would need the
car to go shopping later, if I remember well you meet with Jennifer at
a shopping mall at 10.00 o'clock"

"That's easy to arrange" she said in an exciting tone of voice. "I
simply drive you there, properly dressed, we all have a cup of coffee,
Jennifer explains to you what to do and then we are off and you stay
behind to do your housework. I'll explain everything to her in a little
while. We work together, remember!" I detected again, like the other
day, a strong tendency in her to please Jennifer. I know she was coming
out of a bad phase in her life, but Chris' interest was more than that,
she genuinely liked this woman.

We already were outside the house by that stage so she dropped me with
the parcels and left hurriedly for the office. I went in carrying my
parcels, excited and confused at the same time. Things were moving
faster than I expected and somehow Chris was the one who accelerated
everything.

CHAPTER 6

TESTED IN MY NEW ROLE

Of course I tried on everything. Chris was very generous and with the
clever push of Mrs. Goodwin I possessed now a nearly complete wardrobe
for a live in maid. I said nearly because the more formal black dress
was still missing. Ms. Goodwin said and Chris agreed that I had to earn
this classic uniform dress for 'excellence in service', meaning
continuous improvement in my behaviour, respect to my employer and her
guests and learning the proper etiquette.

As I was trying my new outfits on, I couldn't stop thinking that Chris
obviously had planned a long term period of 'service' for me. Of course
it was up to me to stop it and she mentioned it several times, even in
the presence of Mrs. Goodwin.  But my reaction was steady so far and my
answer the same, "No, I enjoy what I'm doing and if I feel differently
in the future I'll tell you at once'.  I was somewhat shocked when
Chris responded at once, "Dear? By that time, your opinion will be that
of a maid - and I don't always pay much attention to what my maids
might say!"

I had three uniform dresses, two working ones a pink and a light blue
and a dove grey one for afternoon use. All three were the traditional
style, short sleeved with front zip closure, white collar and cuffs.
The grey one though, was a princess style more elegant dress with side
inseam pockets and collar and cuffs made from double white eyelet lace.
The four aprons were all white. Mrs. Goodwin was adamant about it; no
maid should be normally seen by her employers without a white apron on.
The exception would be when the maid was involved in dirty kitchen
work, or hand washing or other messy jobs and then a tabard of similar
colour to the uniform dress would be worn on top, without the white
apron being removed. Of course the tabard could be removed very easily
if the maid was summoned suddenly by her employer or she had to answer
the door etc. In fact that was my first lesson of proper etiquette.
Finally a couple of simple white head pieces were bought as well.

A few pairs of black or dark brown pantyhose and two pairs of working
shoes, one pair of white clogs like the shopping girls or nurses wear
and a pair of black more dressy shoes with two inch heels were also
part of my new maid's 'trousseau'. Chris also promised that tomorrow
would buy for me some underwear like a couple of padded bras, more
panties and a couple of slips to wear under my uniform dresses.

I tried my best to be as 'presentable' as possible for Chris' arrival.
My afternoon grey dress and half white apron, combined with my neat cap
and black pantyhose and shoes made me feel very real. I had no make up
on but I used some of Chris' lipstick. A look at the mirror convinced
me that I probably wasn't a truly convincing girl, not just yet anyway,
but I certainly was a truly convincing maid.

When I heard the bell I rushed to the door to let Chris in, somehow I
expected her to ring the bell rather than use her own key. I opened the
door starting with a polite 'good evening Miss' and ....I froze on my
tracks. Chris was there all right but Jennifer was standing next to her
with a big grin in her face! I blushed furiously and felt like running
away. Both ladies saw my embarrassment and Jennifer was the first to
speak in a rather commanding tone, "wow, what a sight! You really feel
the part don't you Rob..., I mean Millie. You look very neat and
efficient. Walk down the corridor and back please". She said it in such
a way that I obeyed nearly automatically.

                           

I did walk trying to be more feminine, taking smaller steps and mincing
slightly. I must admit that the shoes, even with a small 2in heel made
me more conscious of my movements and mannerisms.  They both watched me
with interest and amusement. Suddenly I felt embarrassed and blushed
all over again. Was I overdoing it, what was that strong drive that
made me act like this not only in front of Chris, but in front of
Jennifer as well, a person that after all I didn't know that well?

Chris took over from Jennifer and continued, "You look very real Millie
and you seem to adapt to your new status like a duck in the water. I
know that you feel a bit strange at the moment, I can see you blushing
all over like a school girl, but the truth is that you are a natural as
a maid and I am not the one to stop this tendency of yours since we
both seem to benefit from it!"

I looked at both ladies clutching nervously the sides of my uniform
dress and I started opening my mouth to say something but Chris stopped
me with her hand, "Let me finish please. When Jennifer heard how things
have developed with you and your new status in this house she asked me
if she could join me for dinner. After all tomorrow you are going to do
her housework as Millie of course, so I only slightly accelerated
things.'

Jennifer continued, "I must tell you Robin, I mean Millie, I am not the
slightest surprised, I saw it coming the other day when you made dinner
for us. Except for the uniform you were acting as a maid already, the
apron wearing, the cooking, the serving, you simply are destined for
this role and no will power of yours can reverse this fact."

I tried to speak again but Chris interrupted me once more. God those
two ladies, aren't they arrogant and demanding! "I hope there is enough
food for Miss Jennifer and me. But we both would love a drink before
hand. Now run along like the good maid you are and fix our usual gin
and tonic and then you can get on with the dinner preparations."

That was an order and a dismissal. I managed to curtsey in a rather
clumsy manner, saying at the same time with a new found respect for
Chris, "Yes Miss Christina, right away Miss!" As I was scurrying to the
kitchen I heard Jennifer saying to Chris, "SHE has a great potential,
but she needs lots of coaching and some..." And then I lost her voice.
But I realized that for the first time they referred to me as a 'she'.
That sent waves of excitement throughout my nervous system and made me
think once more that the road I was following had no return. Probably
Jennifer was right, I didn't have the will power or rather I didn't
want to have the will power to reverse my new found role in life.

The dinner was a light one, salad and a quiche and a bottle of
chardonnay, but both ladies enjoyed it and praised my cooking.

By the time I served their coffee and cleared the table I was starving
so I felt quite relieved when Chris gave me permission to retire to the
kitchen and have my own dinner. I was eating alone and I was thinking
that I would rather prefer to work as a domestic in a large household
with lots of staff like in the old Victorian mansions. Then I could
share views with the other maids about this or that and gossip about
the Master or the Mistress of the house. Being a single maid in a
house, or a housewife without children for that matter, can have its
boring moments.  As I was daydreaming Jennifer came abruptly in
startling me. I started getting up but she motioned me to sit and
continue my meal. She was carrying her mug of coffee and joined me in
the table

"Chris had to send a few urgent e-mails so I thought of joining you in
the kitchen. Please finish your meal, you certainly deserve it." She
had a sip of her coffee and continued,

"I see you put a tabard on to protect your pristine white apron. Isn't
it ironical to wear an apron to protect another apron? I always thought
that funny as a young girl when I was watching our maids to put always
a working apron on to protect their immaculate serving one." She saw
that I finished my dinner and said casually , "You can do the dishes
now Millie and I will hang around to keep you company, I hope you don't
mind my presence in the kitchen, mind you though I am not planning to
help you, this is strictly your job!"

"Certainly it is my job Miss" I said in a polite voice as I was putting
my rubber gloves on to start the washing up. "And I am honoured that
you are here to keep me company, I was just thinking before, that a
maid's job can have its lonely moments if there aren't other domestics
around."

She looked at me sceptically and amusingly at the same time. "You know,
you are such a typical case of a submissive Robin or Millie or whatever
you are called!" she said in a rather sarcastic tone of voice. "And I
happen to know your type of person very well; you see I grew together
with one of your kind."

I turned and looked at her in a surprised manner. I was expecting small
talk and not serious comments about my inclinations and tendencies.

She looked back at me and smiled but her smile wasn't for me, she was
remembering things, so I let her continue. "You remind me very much of
my younger brother whom I lost regrettably some years ago, he was
killed in a car accident."

I opened my mouth in a shock manner and managed to whisper, "I am so
sorry Miss to hear that, Chris never mentioned anything to me, it's
very sad."

She waved her hand in a dismissing way and continued, "I never
mentioned that to Chris and by the way Millie, you better get used to
proper etiquette, its Miss Christina to you now, not Chris. The quicker
you learn your place in the household, the better for all of us. You
accepted that role on your own will, you better learn fast how to act
properly as a maid, it has to become a second nature to you the way you
address your employer and her guests!"

I blushed of course and turned facing her. I lowered my eyes and gave a
small curtsey. "I am sorry Miss Jennifer, you are right I still have to
learn how to act properly."

"You see what I mean Millie, your submissiveness is in your genes, you
crave to be reprimanded and I presume you would be willing to be
punished as well!"

I looked embarrassed but she didn't pay any attention to me. "You see
Millie, my brother was a maid in our house for many years. It started
as a joke with one of our maids dressing him up to help around the
house, you know how those things start, an apron first, then probably a
small cap and finally a full uniform. He loved it so much that soon he
became something like a junior maid, helping anyone from the staff that
needed him. My parents never found out, they both were busy
professionals spending most of their time at work, but I knew and
helped him a lot to become the girl he wanted to be, but this is a big
story, I'll tell you some other time."

I was fascinated by what Jennifer was telling me and turned to her to
say that I would love to hear the whole story. At that moment Chris
came in and said half jokingly, "Well, well, my friend Jennifer decided
to fraternize with the maid!"

I blushed as usually, but Jennifer who obviously was very quick in her
answers said also in a joke manner, "Certainly not Chris, on the
contrary I was teaching your maid some deportment and etiquette and I
was explaining to her that I have quite some experience in training
maids, after all I grew up in a house with live in servants."

I noticed that she didn't mention anything about her lost brother, but
of course it wasn't for me to interfere and mention something, I was
learning my position in the household fast.

They both left the kitchen ordering for some tea to be served in the
living room. I curtseyed as they departed but they didn't seem to
notice, they already were engaged in a conversation concerning their
work.

Sometime later Jennifer departed and Chris said that she was tired and
wanted an early night. Then she said something that took me by
surprise. "Now Robin darling," it was Robin again though I was still
dressed as Millie, "I would like you to sleep tonight in the spare
bedroom, I can see you are tired too, you had such an unusual day full
of events and I think we both deserve a good rest, away from erotic
temptations."

She didn't give me much choice to oppose her so I said in a rather sad
manner, "Of course Chris, this is a good idea." I realized then that
the sign to call her Chris was her calling me first by my real name.

She gave me a girlish goodnight kiss in the cheek and as she was
closing her bedroom door she said, "Thank you darling, you were great
today, Jennifer is totally fascinated by you being Millie and she is
looking forward to use you tomorrow, so you better have a good rest."

                                 

CHAPTER 7

WORKING FOR ANOTHER MISTRESS ON LOAN

"Now Millie, are you sure you understood everything I said?" Miss
Jennifer was addressing me in a rather condescending manner.

"Yes Miss, I think I did" I answered back smiling with a slight
impertinence.

Her expression stiffened and her tone of voice hardened as she said,

"Now listen to me Millie and listen carefully. I demand a more
respectful tone of voice from a maid when she answers back, always
followed by a slight curtsey. This has to become a second nature to
you.  Do you understand?"

I was blushing all over when this time I answered in a more humble
manner, curtseying clumsily at the same time, "Yes Miss, I'm sorry
Miss!"

"That's better Millie, but bear in mind that you have a long way to go
in order to become an efficient maidservant and some deportment lessons
would certainly help you. I'll have a talk with your Mistress about
that." She stopped, looked at her watch and said abruptly, "I better go
now; Miss Christina is waiting for me we have to go shopping. We will
be back after lunch. Bye for now."

She left the kitchen quickly and I heard Chris' voice from the living
room, "Bye Millie, be good and finish your chores, see you later." I
started walking towards the front door to say good bye but they were
out by the time I was there. Walking back I stopped in front of the
hallway mirror. Millie, my new persona, looked back at me. Pink uniform
dress, full white apron and cap, low heel shoes, slight make up the
perfect picture of a working maid.

I went back to the kitchen and looked again at the list of chores Miss
Jennifer left for me. I decided to have a cup of coffee before starting
the cleaning. I sat down by the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee
in my hands. I looked at the hem of my dress and apron and felt
strangely excited.  Here I was sitting in the kitchen of an unknown
house as the maid who was about to clean it. I realized what an unusual
step that was, quite a demotion from the computer specialist's job
indeed!

It was a bigger apartment than I expected; two bedrooms, large living
room and kitchen, two bathrooms and lots of mess around. Miss Jennifer
is definitely not the domestic type. It was hard work and by the time I
was through with the list and looked at the kitchen clock it was three
in the afternoon and I was starving. I made a quick sandwich with some
stale bread and cheese, and another cup of coffee and parked by the
kitchen table again.

As I was eating I realized that my maid's uniform was the only outfit I
had!  Chris rushed me out of the house immediately after breakfast
allowing me to wear a light coat on top of my morning uniform dress and
apron. She let me remove my cap and she asked me to pack a matching
tabard to protect my white apron during messy jobs and that was all.
God I felt vulnerable during our twenty minutes drive from our house to
Miss Jennifer's block of flats. Fortunately it was Saturday morning and
most people were not out in the streets yet.

But now I felt vulnerable again, where on earth were those two. It was
getting late, they mentioned earlier that I was going to cook dinner
but I had no instructions for that and what if some strange person
starting ringing the door bell? I decided that I wasn't going to open.
God I was feeling strange and my uniform was messy after all this
morning work, normally I should have changed by now to my afternoon
grey dress and half apron. Also I felt that I couldn't move out of the
kitchen, like going to the living room and put the TV on, somehow I
thought it inappropriate for my current status.

And then all of a sudden I heard the front door open and lots of noise
and giggles. God they were back!  I barely had time to stand on my feet
adjusting my dishevelled dress and apron and they were standing in
front of me by the kitchen door holding lots of parcels, all flashed
and giggling. I managed to give an awkward curtsey saying demurely, "Hi
ladies!"

"Hi maid Millie!" they said in a unison still giggling. Then I realized
that they were quite drunk, probably after several glasses of
chardonnay in a downtown little bistro. But they kept looking at me and
I noticed that Jennifer's expression changed to a rather morose one.
She turned to Chris who still had a silly smile and said, "Chris I
think the maid will get the sack, look at her dress and apron, she
looks dishevelled!"

I had my mouth open in disbelief when she turned back at me and nearly
snarled, "You are damn untidy for a domestic Millie, I know you had
lots of messy things to do, but you should have changed to your
afternoon uniform by now."

I started answering in a rather indignant manner, feeling very hurt. I
killed myself all morning doing the housework and this is the thank you
I get? I even forgot my place and addressed her as Jennifer, "But
Jennifer this is the only dress and apron I have and ....."

She didn't give me the chance to continue. She got all red and moved
towards me with a speed that took me completely by surprise. Before I
had the chance to protect myself she slapped me twice in the face in
both cheeks! I lost my balance and nearly fell as I felt tears coming
up.

"How dare you talking to your employer like this. You forgot your place
completely girl! Get out of my sight this instant! Go and stand in the
corner over there, facing the wall. Now"! She yelled at me.

I was totally confused and shattered. I managed to curtsey clumsily,
whispering a 'yes Miss'. As I was scurrying towards the indicated
corner I gave a side look to Chris. Her smile had gone and her face had
a look of disbelief, but she wasn't going to interfere openly, as I was
hoping. I had a terrible urge to run as far away as possible but then I
remembered how I was dressed and ended up in the corner feeling
miserable.

Then I heard Chris' voice as they moved out of the room, 'That was hard
on him Jennifer...' and then I lost their voices.

I felt silly standing in the corner like a naughty child and yet I
didn't dare to move even to get my watch, abandoned on a counter top at
the other end of the kitchen. Gradually I calmed down and my shock and
trembling was replaced by a sexual excitement! I looked down at my
dress and apron and the feeling of helplessness combined with my attire
excited me tremendously. I started thinking that probably Jennifer was
right from the employer's point of view. I was a servant who talked
back to her and this was unacceptable. I then realized that I had a
long way to go in order to become a maid 'at heart' and learn to accept
automatically my lower position in the household.

My thoughts interrupted abruptly by Chris. In her usual manner she came
silently from the back and put her hands around my aproned waist
whispering in my ear, "How is my little Millie doing? Recovered from
the shock?"

I turned back to face her and she hugged me and kissed me passionately
on the mouth. My sixth sense, that I started developing as a maid, told
me that Chris wanted me to be informal so I said to her , "Oh Chris, I
felt such a shock, frankly I didn't expect that, in particular after
all that work I did in the apartment."

She looked at me sceptically and said, "I'm afraid darling this is a
hard, but very real way to learn what it means to be a maid for
someone, in particular for someone who is demanding and has a temper
too." And a little drunk as well, I thought to myself. "And'" she
continued, "we had a little discussion with Jennifer and we both agreed
to forget the whole incident. So you can forget it as well. I can
assure you that she is not the type who could bear you any grudge."

She changed her tone of voice abruptly to a formal one and said, "Now
be a good girl and make some coffee for both of us." She thought for a
moment, "I guess you can have one too but after you serve us. We will
be sitting in the living room." And she left as quickly as she
appeared. In the meantime I was saying my customary 'Yes Miss' with a
small curtsey.

I served the coffee and I was waiting to be dismissed when Miss
Jennifer said to me in a business like tone, "I bought some working
clothes for you Millie. We talked it over with your Mistress and she
agrees with me. Since you are going to work for me on a regular basis,
incidentally we decided with Chris twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays,
you can have your working clothes kept here." She paused for a minute
to have a sip of her coffee. Well, that's news for me! Chris didn't
mention anything, obviously that was decided during their lunch. Miss
Jennifer continued, "You realize of course that if you had your
uniforms in this house we would have avoided the unfortunate scene
before." I understood then she was trying to apologize in an indirect
way.

I looked at her, slightly blushing, but she kept talking undisturbed,
"Take all those parcels standing in that corner over there and go and
unpack then in the small guest room. You can put them in the closet
there and you can use that room to change when you work in this
apartment. And change to a grey dress and half apron before you report
back to me. You can go now."

I thanked her with a deep curtsey and started picking the parcels,
feeling again terribly excited. As I was going she said in a nicer
voice, "And Millie, thank you for the work you did today, the apartment
looks great."

I blushed again as I was moving out. I saw Chris smiling happily at me.
Miss Jennifer isn't that bad after all I thought, as I started
unpacking my new possessions. Two plain poly cotton shirtwaist type
working dresses, one light green, one light blue, with matching large
working aprons. The aprons were made of checked gingham with plain
frills to match the dresses, quite fancy indeed.  The grey front zip
dress and frilly half white apron were similar to the one I possessed
already. There was also a frilly white cap and head checked gingham
triangles for the morning uniforms. Obviously Miss Jennifer had another
source for domestic outfits, because they were quite different from the
ones Chris bought in Mrs. Goodwin shop. I hurriedly changed to my grey
dress and half apron and presented myself back to the living room.

I immediately realized that I made a 'fault pas' by entering without
knocking. Chris and Jennifer were sitting in the same couch holding
hands and talking to each other like two lovers! They both were
startled and Chris became all red. Miss Jennifer though kept her cool
and turned to me looking very annoyed, "You do realize of course Millie
that it is highly inappropriate for a servant to come in a room, any
room for that matter, without knocking. Am I right if I punish you
again?"

I became all red in my turn and I started apologizing and curtseying at
the same time, "I am ever so sorry Miss, I simply forgot, I was so
happy with my new dress that I was rushing in to thank you for your
generosity." I said that so truthfully that she mellowed and looking
first at Chris and then back at me said with a faint smile , "You are
forgiven this time, but next time you do it you are going back to stand
in the corner for half an hour." She stopped to look at my dress and
apron, she asked me to turn to check my bow in the back, she said that
I should try harder tying it evenly and then she asked Chris in a
relaxed manner, "How about some light dinner darling, are you getting a
bit peckish?"

Chris who regained her composure in the meantime looked at her rather
adoringly and said happily, "As a matter of fact I am a bit hungry, how
about a nice salad and some soft drink, frankly I can't have any more
wine and I still have a slight hangover from this afternoon's feast."

Miss Jennifer turned to me and started giving orders, "Now Millie you
heard your Mistress, a light salad will be fine. Go to the fridge and
use your imagination with what ever you find, a good maid should be a
good improvising cook as well. We'll eat in 45 minutes."

I started to leave with the customary 'Yes Miss' and curtsey but Miss
Jennifer's voice stopped me , "And Millie try to protect you new
uniform, use one of your new working aprons when you prepare the food"

I did use my imagination indeed, because there wasn't enough in the
house and I managed to produce a rice, tuna and mayonnaise salad that
pleased them both. As I was eating later in the kitchen I kept thinking
about the hand holding and the looks between Chris and Jennifer. Was
something developing there? I never thought that Chris had any lesbian
inclinations, but yet again I didn't know her that long. I probably
should be upset, but for some reason I wasn't, in fact the thought of
those two having erotic tendencies for each other some how excited me.
I am sure Chris was going to discuss it later tonight.

We departed about eight o'clock. I was back in my morning uniform of
course since I didn't have any other clothes to wear, but I wasn't that
worried as Chris drove us back. It was already dark and all sorts of
other thoughts were going through my mind. God, what a day!

Once more Chris said she was tired and asked me to sleep in the spare
room, but I was tired too and we had all day tomorrow for discussions
and explanations. Tomorrow was Sunday, the only day of the week that
Chris was a complete slob, refusing to move out of the house.

CHAPTER 8

SUNDAY OF LEISURE

I woke up to the sound of church bells. I looked at the small clock
next to the bed, it was 8 o'clock. I liked the sound of bells every
Sunday; that Roman Catholic Church not far from the house reminded me
of my childhood. I felt my cotton nightie around my body and the bra
that I refused to remove last night. The slightly restricted feeling of
the bra around my upper body sent a wave a pleasure through me. I
started remembering things form the last few days and my excitement
grew. I better get up before I become too excited I thought and I
jumped out of bed.

I was tempted to put my maid's clothes on but then I decided against
it. I better have a serious talk with Chris first. Being Millie the
maid doesn't really help to assert myself. But I kept my nightie on.
Obviously Chris was still asleep. I went to the kitchen to start
breakfast and automatically I tied firmly around my waist one of my
'housewifely' aprons.

I had my coffee and cereal and decided to wake up Chris with breakfast
in bed. I carried the tray with fresh orange juice, strong coffee and
cereal and decided to enter without knocking at the door, what the hell
I wasn't the maid at the moment.

I woke her up with a kiss, she smiled and then opened her eyes , "Good
morning my sleeping beauty I told her half jokingly, breakfast is
served". She looked at me and then at the tray and smiled warmly, "Good
morning my Robin, look at your housewifely appearance today, did you
give Millie the day off?"

I answered in a mischievous manner, "Of course darling, she deserves a
day off, Miss Jennifer exhausted her yesterday".

She answered back equally mischievously , "It is only because is Sunday
that I agree for Millie to take her day off, tomorrow I expect her up
bright and early, morning uniform on, ready to start her daily chores".

I looked at her, she really meant what she said, she made it clear that
it wasn't up to me to decide if I was going to be Millie or not. That
was certainly a change of attitude from her earlier declarations of the
type 'you can go back being Robin anytime you feel like'. I decided not
to say anything and I was waiting for her to start talking about
yesterday's events. She certainly did after her first sip of coffee.

"You probably guessed that I offered your services to Jennifer twice a
week, Tuesdays and Fridays. I realized that there is not enough work in
this house to keep you busy everyday all day, six days a week, I think
three days is enough to keep this house clean and tidy and do all your
other chores. Of course I expect you to have somehow a dinner organized
everyday, it's up to you if you cook everyday, or you can prepare
things in advance and freeze them, but I expect a warm meal every
evening."

I looked at her totally puzzled , "Now just a minute Chris, it seems
that you organized my whole week without thinking about my free lancing
work, I have some contracts still going and I am not certain that I
want to completely stop working as a computer specialist. "

                                                  

She softened and looked at me in a loving manner that puzzled me even
more; I was expecting some sort of fight. She spoke softly as she
started caressing my hand, "Now Robin darling you like what you are
doing, am I right? You like being the maid wearing a neat uniform dress
and apron and cap and curtsy and answer back a prompt 'yes Miss', am I
right? And you like to stop thinking about boring computer programs and
fight with real sharks out there, am I right again?" She stopped and
looked at me. The way she was talking was exciting for me. I lowered my
eyes and said in a small voice, "Yes this is true."

"Then stop this inner fighting and let yourself express freely. You
must consider yourself very lucky that you have an understanding
partner, make the most of it". She stopped for a minute to take a sip
of her coffee and continued, "But of course you have to honour your
current obligations and finish them properly, but don't take anything
new. How long you thing it will take you to be out of your going
projects?"

I thought for a moment and said, "By coincidence I am not that busy at
the moment, probably in a week's time I can finish  my two going
projects. Then I probably can say that I will take a long leave to go
overseas."

She clapped her hands happily, "That's an excellent idea. So I'll tell
Jennifer that next week you will be going there to work on Saturday
like yesterday and you can stay all week home and finish your projects
in combinations with your house duties of course. I expect an excellent
work from Millie and I can assure you that I can get as demanding and
nasty as Jennifer if needed".

She said this last sentence in a rather strong manner that made me
quite uneasy. I looked at her for some sympathy and of course she
softened again and said mildly, "But you are not going to disappoint
Miss Christina with your work, are you Millie?"

I looked at her seriously, stood up from the bed and half smiling I
picked the edges of my nightie and apron and curtseyed respectfully
telling, "Of course not Miss Christina, I am going to be a very good
maid!"

She clapped again happily and asked me to join her in bed. I removed
the breakfast tray and parked happily next to her. She started
caressing me and felt my bra, "You naughty girl, you still have your
bra on?" she said in a mockingly strict manner. "But we have to improve
you breasts; you can't be a flat chest girl now can you? Would you like
me to get you some proper breast forms that you can insert inside you
bra, then you will feel more feminine, would you like that?"

I had an instant erection and of course she understood instantly. My
apron front was too up right. I whispered to her, "Yes Chris, please
get me some breast forms, I'd love to be more feminine."

She started caressing my erection now , "But if I get you breast forms
I would like you more feminine in general. How about fix you hair in a
more feminine manner and probably pierce your ears and insert some gold
slippers and shape your eyebrows a bit, would you like that?"

"Oh yes please, I would love that, I would love to become more girlish.
Oh Chris you excite me so much!"

She was getting excited as well, because she had me on my back in no
time, lifted my nightie and apron and mounted me. Her eyes were hazy
now as she kept talking to me, "But once you become more girlish I
might decide to keep you permanently as my maid and probably I'll never
let you being Robin again, You will be Millie my maid and Jennifer's
maid to look after us and be good and obedient to both of us and look
after both our houses and probably serve to dinner parties dressed in a
lovely black and white uniform."

We both reached climax simultaneously in an explosion of little cries
of joy!

CHAPTER 9

AND SUNDAY OF CHANGES

Sunday proved to be a long and unusual day for both of us. After our
intense love making we both went through an anticlimax. Chris parked in
the living room with her coffee and Sunday paper and I started tidying
up the house. I stayed out of my maid's clothes, it was officially my
day off after all, but I felt somehow uncomfortable wearing my old T-
shirt and pants. Obviously my persistence to wear my panties and bra
underneath plus my apron didn't make me feel any better.

I was in what I considered as my room now; tidying up, when all of a
sudden Chris appeared to the door frame loaded with clothes. She came
right in and threw everything on the freshly made bed. I looked at her
puzzled and she gave me a broad smile. She went immediately to the
point in her usual manner, "I realized that you need some proper
clothes, I mean proper girl's clothes.  I don't want to see you again
in the house wearing your shabby male clothes. It will be from now on
either your maid's uniforms or some simple feminine items like a blouse
and skirt or a housedress. No pants for you until you become natural in
wearing skirts. Then we can consider some feminine pants."

"But where did you find all those clothes?" I asked in an innocent
manner, though I was getting quite excited again.

"Old things of mine" she said simply. "You never saw them before
because I haven't use them since we met. I used to be a few pounds
heavier and they are loose to my body. Also they are 'out of character'
for my current style. Being in that sort of high powered job I had to
adapt my wardrobe, you know the kind of clothes I wear now, business
suits, tailored jackets etc."

She stopped waiting for a comment but I stayed quiet looking first at
her and then at the clothes' bundle. She looked at me and continued,
"And consider yourself lucky, because I was going to give them to
Amelia but she left abruptly as you remember, so there you are. Aren't
you going to look at them?" She said rather accusingly, as if I wasn't
grateful enough.

I blushed in my usual manner - I wish I could stop blushing so easily -
and rushed and hugged her in a warm manner thanking her at the same
time. She hugged me too and feeling my bra she played with the straps
pulling them jokingly. "You love your bra Robin, don't you?  I didn't
forget what I told you earlier, tomorrow I am getting for you some
breast forms plus some other personal items."

Full of excitement I started looking at the clothes, it was like a
small treasure for me, but she stopped me as if she suddenly had a
thought, "I have a better idea Robin, let's go a step further and try
and make you more feminine". She stopped and rushed to the main
bathroom obviously to check something.

She came back in seconds and said in a firm manner, "Now listen to me
carefully!" And she gave me instructions how to have a bath, using a
depilatory cream to remove what little hair I had on my body. Then wash
and rinse my longish hair and shave very closely whatever thin and fine
hair constituted my practically not existing beard.

I was for the first time seriously alarmed when she started plucking my
eyebrows. All of a sudden I realized that this was an irreversible
change on my features. I started protesting by raising my hands in
order to stop her, "Please Chris don't do that, it will be very
obvious, I'll be embarrassed in public."

She reacted in an really annoyed manner , "Now listen to me Robin, you
started this on your own will and you certainly enjoyed yourself so
far, but you probably didn't realize that your change of status in this
house, totally  willingly as we both know, triggered new emotions to me
as well." She stopped to look at me severely. For the first time I saw
a different Chris, her face features hardened considerably and her
steady gaze was deadly serious. I had to lower my eyes, as an uneasy
feeling was developing on me. I certainly was full of ears now.

She knew that she had my full attention now and continued, "You see
Robin I am afraid I changed my mind and what I kept telling you before
is not valid anymore. It is as simple as that, either you stay in this
house on my own conditions and do exactly as I tell you, or you pack
and go, of course I can't keep you here as a prisoner."

By now I was in a state of chock.  My mind was racing like crazy. God,
how she could do that to me. But in the other hand I am to blame as
well. Didn't I open the bag of worms myself? Didn't I insist on
numerous occasions to be a docile and compliant servant?  I must have
looked terrible because she softened a bit and said, "Now darling don't
look so upset let me finish first and then you can tell me what you
think."

That last phrase calmed me down a bit and Chris became serious again,
"The last few days my inner feelings and emotions are in turmoil as
well. I am particularly fond of Jennifer, you must have noticed that by
now, frankly I don't know how that will develop, she ?s fond of me too.
You know that she had a hard time during her last relationship and she
wants to stay away from men and in particular from married men, for the
time being anyway. We get on well and we have lots of fun together."

I spontaneously asked somehow persistently, "What is the meaning of
this Chris? That you are about to start a serious affair with Jennifer?
And where do I fit in? Am I not your partner anymore?"

She kept her calm and continued, "Slow down Robin, you are asking too
many questions. I told you before I don't know how this relation with
Jennifer will develop, it's too early to say, but I do know now how I
feel about you and what I see as a solution. God this is getting too
serious, I think I need a drink, go and get me a glass of white wine
and get one for you as well, if you want too".

I rushed to the kitchen in a half naked condition, my hair still
wrapped in a towel, wearing still my nightie. I couldn't stop thinking
that even in the middle of a serious conversation she treated me as a
servant.

I came back with two glasses of white wine in a tray. She had a
generous sip and continued, "Robin, if you are going to stay in this
house you will stay as Millie my maid on a permanent basis I am afraid.
No more masculine clothes for you and no more outside contacts as Robin
after of course you finish, this coming week, your open computer
contracts. You have to disconnect completely from your previous world.
I know this is a rather hard decision for you, but in the other hand I
know that you were a rather lonely person when I met you, not any
closed friends and no family apart form some distant cousins in other
parts of the country."

She had another sip and I must admit I was going quickly through my
glass as well. That was too much to digest so quickly. She continued
more certain for herself now, as if the decision was definite in her
head, "Yes, I want you to be a convincing maid. I know it is not that
simple to transform you to a woman overnight but your features are
soft, your hands are small and you have great legs, so it's not as hard
as it would be with a more masculine male. We have to work with your
hair, probably a conservative wig to begin with and with your voice
which is a more difficult issue. The breast forms will improve your
upper figure but you must go on a diet too, I think you have to loose
about 15 to 20 pounds to be more comfortable with your new body." She
stopped and looked at me, "Am I going too fast for you? I have to tell
everything and have it out of my system; I have been forming in my head
for sometime now this small speech."

"Jesus!" I said in an admiring voice, "It's not accidental that you are
a top lawyer. It is true; you fire like a repetitive gun. Of course it
is too much to digest. My whole life is going to change drastically and
though I like my maid's status in this house I still feel insecure,
I'll be totally dependant on you, no money of my own, no real work,
what if I do change my mind in a few weeks, or a few months."

"Ah! I thought of that!" She announced as if she was expecting my
reaction, "I don't approve of slave labour; it was abolished in this
country more than a century ago. So I'll draw a proper Work Contract
for you. You will be officially employed in this house as the live in
maid and will be paid the standard wages for domestics. You will have
your social security number and card.  So you will certainly have
enough money for your day to day expenses, your board and working
uniforms will be paid by me of course. And then you will certainly have
the occasional bonus or my old clothes or Miss Jennifer's for that
matter. This is one of the reasons you have to loose some weight. Then
our cast offs will fit you better."

She stopped again to give me the chance to digest what she just said. I
looked at her questioningly, "And do you expect me to start going out
dressed as a woman?"

"Eventually yes!" she said in a firm voice, "I expect you to be able to
do that as soon as I think that you are convincing enough. After all
you have to do the shopping and other errands as all maids do." She
sensed again my rising anxiety and continued in a calmer voice, "But
don't worry. We will not rush anything; you will go out when you feel
comfortable enough and when I will be convinced that you can
successfully pass."

We both had another sip of our drinks and she looked at me
questioningly, "What do you think Robin, are you prepared for that
change?"

I was full of emotions, I was also slightly confused, but I knew that
much, it was 'a take it or leave it' offer and nothing in between. I
had to stay on Chris' terms or simply pack my clothes and go. I raised
my glass in a 'cheers' mode and Chris did the same. I simply said in a
rather small voice, "So be it Chris. Let's drink to the good health of
your new maid Millie!" And we clinked our glasses and hugged each other
for a long time.

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 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 its
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 whole house, do the bathrooms and deal with the laundry. I
kept the black skirt on, as I was told, 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 lose 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, as
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 a
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 simply
divine!

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 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 so 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 breast forms, 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
which I wasn’t aware was so strong, the side that was accepting 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
and 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 persona and 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 a one year Contract
between me as your employer and you as a domestic worker. 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 and 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 lose 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.



CHAPTER 11

TRANSITION WEEK – FRIDAY AFTER

I answered the telephone 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 as 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
my public transport 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 sending 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 favourite
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 drunk steps.

She collapsed next to me saying in an unsteady voice, “you are mine;
you are mine, Robin or Millie or whatever your name is. You belong to
me and I am going to sexually use you now!”

I was instantly aroused; Chris was about to ‘molest’ me and I loved it.
I felt bolder as well and I started acting in an exaggeratingly
feminine manner.

“Oh, Miss Christina! I am yours Miss, I do belong to you! Please,
please make love to me Miss!”

She responded in an intense way; obviously her drunkenness increased
dramatically her boldness. For the next ten minutes I was in the
seventh heaven, Chris had a ferocity I never witnessed before. And all
of a sudden she collapsed in my hands; she fell asleep, a happy smile
in her face.

I was lying, with eyes wide open, next to my Mistress. Any reservations
I had for the recent and most unusual changes in my life disappeared
tonight. I was convinced now that I wanted to be Millie, I wanted to be
her servant, I wanted to belong to her and devote my life to her. I
felt so strongly about that. I knew now I couldn’t back off. My fate
was sealed; the new phase in my life was just starting!

THE END