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Fred's New Job
By S. J. Burton
About a month ago me and my wife Mary, had the biggest argument
of our marrage. It seems that she was angry at me because she
thinks that I don't help around the house enough, and that if it
wasn't for her this home would be a pig-sty. I laughed and told
her that I thought that it was enough for me to go out to work
everyday, without having to come home to even more menial
chores. Mary fumed at me about this.
"You think that looking after you and this house is not a real
job, let me tell you," she was getting furious with me. "Staying
at home most days cooking, cleaning and washing is a full time
job!"
We raged on for about an hour, shouting at each other that one
job was harder than the other. Mary went to bed early, I lay on
the sofa. I was brought up in a fairly wealthy family, Mother had
always cleared up and washed for me until I had left home. Then I
had met Mary and soon relied on her for the same
treatment. Watching the television calmed me down quite a lot and
soon I too was fast asleep.
Monday morning came all to soon and I arrived at work without
even thinking. I had all but forgotten the previous night's
argument with Mary. I thought I would take her out for a meal on
Friday. That usually settled things. I worked until lunchtime and
left the office to go for a swift pint at the 'Dog and Duck',
quite a few colleagues were there, sitting around chatting.
"No, I heard that two from each department would be cut," said Mr
Potter, I looked up from my pint.
"Yes, thats right Peter, a trimming of staff and probably a major
reshuffle," Mr Henderson replied.
Oh, well I thought, at least it won't be me. I had recently won
the company a huge contract and my prospects looked only upwards.
Arriving back at the office, Miss Violet, the receptionist told
me that Mr Smithson would like to see me in his office right
away. My heart leaped slightly, could this be part of the reshuffle
already I confidently thought. Mr Smithson was the managing
director and would be most certainly offering me a new job
position. I knocked on his door and hearing a voice say 'enter' I
went in. The office was large with a strong dark oak table,
behind it sat the rather impressive form of Mr Smithson, Nigel
was known to be a keen weightlifter and fitness fanatic.
"Sit down Fred, make yourself comfortable," he half smiled at me
"well, how are things with you?" he inquired.
I told him that I felt fine and that I could not wait to get
working on the new 'Water Board' project with him. It was at this
point that my heart began to sink. 'Could I be too sure of my
position here?' I wondered. Nigel's face looked concerned, his
eyes tired and already looking apologetic. He really didn't have
to tell me that I had lost my job I guessed, he was sorry of
course. It seems that although I was a productive employee I was
also one of the higher paid ones too. I refused to take a pay
cut, telling him that I would soon find another, better job
working with somebody who appreciates hard work and commitment.
The evening met the night, drunkenly shaking hands and slapping
each other on the back. I was much the worse for booze as I
swaggered home, singing loudly, in through the front door of our
house. Mary was there, waiting for me. She looked quite relaxed,
reaching out to me and guiding me up the stairs and into the
spare room. Mary makes me sleep in there when I've been
drinking. The ceiling looked as if it was surging towards me then
falling back. Mary removed my shoes and socks. Turning my head to
look at Mary I noticed that the room was clean and decorated,
usually it was full of old boxes and bags. Now the walls were a
peach colour, there were curtains of lacy peach and even the
carpet was a new soft cream colour. I fell asleep, Mary continued
to undress me as I snored.
I awoke to the sound of Mary's soft voice "Wake up, Fred," I
groaned and turned over, moaning something about not having a job
to got to anymore.
"Fred, come on now darling wake up," I could hear Mary talking to
somebody in the background. "He's often like this, the lazy
thing, but when he realizes you're here he won't be so slow."
Mary giggled slightly. I heard footsteps coming towards the bed,
I could sense the presence of somebody by the bed. The presence
was female, but not Mary, I could already smell the perfume.
"Come on Freddy dear, it's time to be up."
Nobody calls me Freddy except one person. Mother!! I threw back
the blanket and sat bolt upright. There was complete silence,
Mother stared long and hard at me and Mary gazed on smiling
happily.
"Well Mary," my mother turned towards her "he does make a very
cute little girl doesn't he".
Cute little girl? The words raced through my head, what does she
mean? I flushed deep scarlet when I realized why mother had said
that, looking down at my body laying on the bed I gasped. I found
myself wearing a pretty frilly pink babydoll outfit, with horror
I noticed my legs and arms were shaved smooth. The babydoll was
quite short and the delicate panties could easily be seen, I
tried to pull the skirt down to hide them.
"Tut, tut Freddy, you don't have to be shy around me. I am your
mother after all," she smiled and sat on the end of the bed.
Mary butted in, "You see Margret, I told you your son wanted to
female," looking straight at me.
"Yes, I know but you didn't tell me that he made such a pretty
little girl, all lacy and pink." Mother's hand stroked my smooth
shin up and down. "He really is baby soft all over isn't he,"
continued Mother, "all clean and shaven."
Mary was grinning as she replied "Yes Margret, but now he is
completely shaved all over. It took some time to do it but it's
what he really wanted."
Mother's hand moved up to my thigh, her fingers probing at the
lacy edge of the pink babydoll panties.
"You mean he's hairless around his prick and balls?" Mother
smirked.
"Yes, and right up around his anus, he smoothed the area with
hair removal cream and now he looks like a little baby when
naked." Mary caught my bleary eye and smiled lovingly.
Mother said she would have a cup of tea and wait in the kitchen
while I got dressed.
"Whats going on Mary?" I immediately demanded.
"Look Fred, I found out you lost your job. And I thought it was
the perfect time to teach you a lesson as you are going to be at
home for a while," she sat next to me on the bed. "I really
didn't know that your Mother was coming around today, honest I
didn't. But when she arrived and I thought how I had left you in
here last night, I thought it would be to my advantage if she saw
you all dressed up."
I began to get angry. "To your advantage!" I boomed. "You wanted
to teach me a lesson so you shaved my legs and dressed me as a
little girl in front of my own mother. What the hell do you think
you are doing?" I stood up suddenly and immediately sat down.
"Yes Fred, don't be too hasty getting up as you are not only
suffering from a hang over but I have also given you a mild
sedative which will keep you as weak as a kitten." She grinned.
"You see I have everything perfectly prepared for you, the only
minor hiccup is that your Mother is here this morning. But I
chattered to her about you wanting to be my maid girl all the
time. It's your fantasy or something, I told her. She thought
it's a great idea and that you'd always needed to be a servant
for a while. Telling me that you had always been carried about
for far too long and it would teach you some respect. You know,
I'm rather pleased she did turn up even though it's a week before
I'd planned, because now I think it may have been perfect
timing."
Mary undressed me, it was true I was shaved around my prick and
balls and as I felt, baby smooth right between my bottom
cheeks. I was truly soft and helpless as a baby girl. I carefully
stood up, slowly and with the aid of a chair steadied myself
until my legs felt stronger. Mary pulled black stockings up each
of my legs, fitted a tight black basque around my waist and
pulled it as tight as she could. I found myself short of breath,
Mary noticed.
"That's it Fred, another part of my plan is this tight basque. It
will prevent you from running away because not only can you not
remove it without somebody's help. It will also cause you to
faint, if you try to run too far, as it restricts your breathing
so."
She snapped each suspender dangling from the basque to the
stocking tops and pulled them tight. I had to squeeze my feet
into a pair of shiny black shoes, about three inch high heels
with a small silver buckle on each one.
"Stand still Fred," ordered Mary, I was starting to sway already
"Look, how do you expect me to dress you if you can't keep
still?"
From the new dresser drawer she produced a frothy bundle of white
lace and frills. She drew it out onto her fingers. They were
panties and worst of all they were for me to wear.
"I'm not wearing those," I complained.
"You will Fred or should I tell your mother that you are being a
silly little girl and that she must do it for you?" Mary grinned.
Mary knelt at my feet as I stepped carfully into them. Slowly
perhaps deliberately so, she drew them up my stocking clad
legs. Stopping just under my balls Mary chuckled, then proceeded
the rest of the way. They were on and I felt like I was wearing a
fluffed out frilly nappy, delicate lace covered my male bulge.
"There don't you look cute?" Mary cooed.
Opening the new wardrobe she swung out a short black dress, I
looked at it for a moment with worry racing through my mind. I
was to be dressed as a maid, I was to look like a maid.
"You are going to be a maid," Mary finished of my thoughts.
"Is he ready yet?" Mother was calling from the kitchen.
"Soon Margret, soon," replied Mary.
She pulled the apron around me and tied it at the back of the
skirt. The maid's dress was short, so short that the edge of the
frilly panties could easily be seen at all times and if I ever
had to bend they would be seen clearly. Mary sat me down at the
dresser, applied light makeup and reached for a small bottle of
perfume. My hand caught her wrist as she was about to spray me.
"Please Mary, no," I begged "you can't do this to me."
She looked me in the eye solidly, her wrist pulling easily from
my grip, "I will do what I like from now on Fred. You see you are
now my servant and will do as I say, when I say. Do you
understand?"
I put my hands in my lap, nodding slowly in reply.
"I said, Do you understand?!" she boomed.
I looked at her, perfume filled the air and cautiously replied
"Yes, Mary I understand".
"Ooh, doesn't he look pretty," my Mother really did look pleased,
"come to me Fred, oh, Freddy you really don't look like a Freddy
any more. Do you have a girl's name now as well?"
This was something Mary had planned for later, the name change,
but Fred's mother seemed to be doing fine so far, she grinned.
"No, Margret," Mary chimed, "Maybe you should re-christen him?"
Mother looked thoughtful for a moment, then inspiration
struck. She looked at Mary first smiling, then at me. "Fifi!" she
announced.
I looked at Mary, pleading for all this to stop.
"That's a great name for a little girl maid isn't it, Fifi?" Mary
was asking me.
I nodded in approval.
"Well at least you could thank your mother properly for it,
Fifi."
I glared at her for that remark.
"That's right go over to your mother."
I moved, my layered skirt and panties rustled softly.
"Curtsy politely."
I did what I thought was a curtsy, the women laughed.
"That's OK Fifi, we will work on that later and now say thank you
mother for my new name in your own sweet little Fifi maid voice."
I stood and thought for a moment, Mother looked at me
smiling. "Thank you Mother for my new name," I squeaked, they
laughed again to each other.
Mother stayed for lunch and most of the afternoon, they both had
me practicing curtsies and how to walk like a girl for hours. I
had never seen Mary get along with my mother so well and my
mother had just accepted the new situation so quickly.
"Fetch me another cup of tea will you Fifi, there's a love,"
Mother ordered.
I turned and started towards the kettle.
"Ah, ah, ah what do you say first?" my mother quizzed me, this
was all to weird.
I looked hard at her "Mother!" I started, "this has got to stop,
I don't want to be Fifi. I just want to be Fred again."
As if from nowhere, mother leaped up and grabbed me. Shaking me
hard "How dare you question me," and she pulled me easily down
across her knee, "I will spank you for that outburst of
disobedience."
Her hand wrenched down my frillies and the first smack was
delivered, Whack! I felt my face go red, Whack!
"I see what you mean about Fifi's little pink bottom, Mary. But
by the time I'm done it will look like a ripe red cherry."
Smack! Her hand really began to hurt.
"There," said Mother letting me up, "perhaps now you will be a
little more respectful to me and Mary, eh Fifi?"
I curtsied and pulled my panties up, "I will try harder," I
whispered in my little girl's voice.
"I will try harder, what?" questioned Mary, who had gleefully
watched mother spank my bottom.
I gulped and looked at her, she geered at me, I looked back at
Mother.
"I will try harder, mummy," I reluctantly said.
Mother clapped her hands with delight and motioned towards Mary
again patting my sore pantied bottom, promting me
"I will try harder, Mistress," I announced.
"I know you will maid, I know you will." She had an evil glint in
her eye.
It had been about two hours since Mother had left, saying she
would call once a week to see me and expected Mary to keep me as
Fifi until I could find another job. Mary happily agreed knowing
that I would not be allowed to look for work as my new job was
here, working as a servant in my own house. I was made to stand
with my hands clasped behind my back for an hour while Mary
watched television. I of course could not see the pictures as I
had to stand facing the corner. When she had finished she told me
to do the washing up. There was quite a pile in the sink. Then I
was to go round the house with a duster and give the place a
quick clean. I opened the door to our bedroom and announced that
I had finished my chores. Mary looked questioningly at me.
"Why tell me Fifi, I really don't care if you've wet your
panties. I give you an order, you carry it out and then report to
me by standing silently not proudly announcing the fact. Do you
understand maid? Good then you can now help me." She was
undressing and looking as if she would be going out somewhere.
"Pass me those clean knickers will you Fifi," she called.
I picked them up and handed them to her with a petite
curtsy. Mary smiled gently at me "Thank you," pulling the
knickers on. I noticed how sexy they were, not like the ones she
usually wore. She put on a matching bra, a short black skirt and
blouse. Brushed her hair and sprayed lots of perfume around. A
pair of high heels and then Mary reached for her long overcoat. I
was worried and finally decided to ask her where she was going.
"Excuse me Mistress, but where are you going tonight?"
I thought I would be punished again for speaking. Mary just
looked at me, winked and indicated for me to be quiet.
"Answer that will you," ordered Mary.
The doorbell had just gone and now I was ordered to go downstairs
to open it. I felt a shiver of fear ripple through my body.
(Ding-dong)
"Fifi, will you go and answer that door please."
I looked once more at her hoping that she would finally stop this
torment.
"Look Fifi, you are my maid, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I curtsied my reluctant reply.
"Then maid, will you go and see who it is at the door?" and she
slapped me across the bottom, causing me to stumble on my heels
towards the door.
I could see my hand reaching up to the catch on the front door
and see a shadow of somebody through the frosted glass. I
swallowed hard. This was going to be very embarrassing. My hand
twisted the knob and slowly I pulled the door open. The night air
was chilled and I could feel it blowing gently up my skirt.
"Good evening, Fifi," came a familiar voice.
I looked up, straight into the grinning eyes of Nigel Smithson,
my old boss, the man who sacked me.
"My, my Fifi you do look cute. Tell me how is your new job?" he
chuckled and I went scarlet.
"Tell him," came a voice from behind me.
I turned to see Mary standing halfway down the stairs and she
looked radiant.
"Tell Nigel, Fifi, you tell him about your great new job and how
you are going to work so hard to please your new employer," she
smiled her plan had now firmly trapped me.
Nigel's hand softly touched my bottom, I jumped and my head
snapped around to face him. He grinned openly to me, his hand
still carressing my bottom and Mary spoke again.
"You see Fifi, we are your new employer. Me and Nigel have been
seeing each other for over a year now. I had decided that I
wanted to be with Nigel quite a while ago, but knew that if I
divorced you then your family's rather large inheritance would go
with you."
Nigel stroked his finger tenderly between my cheeks.
"So Nigel hatched up this perfect little plan. It has worked
amazingly well. Your mother now believes that you want to be a
girl and live here with me as my maid. You have no job to go to
and we will see to it that you never do. For as I've said your
job is as Fifi, to be our maid and serve us morning, noon and
night and when your inheritance doe comes I will still be
eligible for half."
Mary looked very pleased with herself. Nigel probed his finger
into my soft anus, his other arm reached around my waist. I
quivered, shaking like a leaf and then stood perfectly still.
"I think things are going to be just fine, Mary," Nigel winked,
"just fine," turning to me, "eh! little maid Fifi...?"
Fin
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