Maid of Buxcombe Manor
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My name is Steven Turner; I was a wealthy owner of a software company.
That was before I came upon a wishing ring at an auction, and foolishly
exploited its power at my maid's expense.
Prior to purchasing the ring, I had two children, Jason and Nancy, with my
deceased wife. She had died from complications with the delivery after
giving birth to Nancy.
Now losing my wife was the most painful thing I have ever experienced, but
I was not hit as hard as others, because I had the money to hire an
additional servant to take care of my kids the way my wife would have
wanted them to be taken care of.
Soon after her funeral, when all the well wishers returned to the wood
work, I was left with the responsibility to find the servant who would be
most helpful in raising my children.
Now at the time I already had two long time servants, my Russian maid
Svetlana, and my butler Earl. I respected them both, they were the best
money could buy, they worked hard, showed respect for my family, and were
kind to the children.
My wife was a stay a home wife, who although wealthy, did not want her
children raised only by the help; she wanted her personal touch on the
child's well being. With her help gone I knew Svetlana and Earl could be
overwhelmed by their expanded duties. I decided it would not be fair to
add these extra duties, so I set out to find another servant to take these
duties.
After interviewing some 30 applicants, all of whom made me feel a bit
uneasy, I was giving up hope. They were all fired from previous jobs, or
prone to tantrums, some governed children by force, while others came off
as a bit devious. Then the 31st applicant came in, she was perfect. I read
her resume it didn't include much domestic work, but seeing as she was a
young girl of only 24 that was expected. Still she had relevant experience
and impeccable school grades; I figured this girl was no dunce. I called
her into my office, and I ran a proper interview with her.
"Hello Charlotte, I see you are applying for the maid/nanny position."
"Yes Sir, I am," she replied prim and properly.
"I see you included your high school grades in your resume, they are quite
impressive, why didn't you pursue higher education?"
"I'm from a poor family, and the banks refused to grant me and educational
loan, and all I could receive was a partial scholarship after the
government started cutting student aid," she replied.
"It says here you worked at a daycare center for two years, why did you
quit?"
Charlotte answered, "I grew tired of dealing with 30 kids five days a
week, it is a difficult job, and you need a lot of energy. After two years
I was just tired of pursuing it any further."
"But you like kids, am I correct in that? I already have a maid who is a
fantastic cook so most of your skills would be put to use with the
children and cleaning."
"Of course sir," she replied with a demure smile.
"And I see you worked six months as hotel cleaner, did you leave that due
to tedium as well?"
"Honestly I did, but I believe the job you described will be a little more
varied and suited to my ways, Sir."
I admired her candor, most of these applicants had lied to my face, she
was upfront, she was smart, and she seemed industrious and caring, what
more could I ask for.
I finally asked, "Do you mind wearing a traditional French Maid uniform?
My deceased wife said they helped the domestic's morale."
"I wouldn't mind Sir," she retorted.
"Charlotte, you are hired."
"Thank you sir," she replied.
I then said, "You can start tomorrow."
I dismissed her and could not wait to great her the next morning, when she
would meet my kids. I thought they'd love her.
I was right; Jason took to her like he had only taken to his mother. She
even had a way about her with my newborn. It seemed her hands were divine
as she held my baby daughter she could immediately tell what was wrong,
and get her to stop crying. When I tried it just seemed to make her cry
more.
With my house in order I began to work my normal heavy work schedule. I
would only see the kids a few hours each night before they went to sleep.
It bothered me, but they would thank me when they saw their inheritance I
always figured.
One day at work I got my customary invitation to one of Sotheby's
auctions. My wife was always a big buyer, she would buy things and then
donate them to local museums and libraries, it was her thing, but I felt
that I had to go to this auction for her. At the Manhattan auction I came
across a fascinating golden ring made by the Etruscans. The ring was a
perfect example of all of their storied detailed gold works. I had to have
it.
After perusing the rest of the auctions catalogue, I decided that the ring
would be the one item I would place a bid on. I waited until it was
brought before the auctioneer.
He said, "Opening bidding is $100,000 dollars, any takers."
I raised my paddle, and I was acknowledged.
To my shock no one else bid, I had never seen this before at a Sotheby's
auction this was supposed to be the best of the best. Did I just get
cheated; am I the only one who finds this ring appealing?
I left the room and went to the neighboring bank and got cashiers check
for a 100 grand, and picked up my ring.
I felt a bit dejected, in truth I wanted to outbid at least one person, so
I headed home.
I should have donated the ring somewhere, or put in a safe deposit box at
some financial institution, but me being me I wanted to display it, and at
the next day at work I put it on after finding out to my surprise that it
fit me perfectly, even though it looked too small when I bought it.
I walked around the office showing that ring off to anyone who would give
me the acknowledgment that I had the ring, but the whole exercise felt as
hollow as it sounds.
When I finished making the rounds I returned to my office, and wished out
loud that the day would end so that could spend time with my kids. But
wishes don't come true I thought as everything stayed painfully the same.
Sometimes I envy my staff I thought, they spend more time with my kids
then me. I just leaned back and said drearily, "I wish I was a member of
my domestic staff."
A bright flash of light darted across my eyes and I looked around and
realized that I was in my home. I looked down and saw and a pair of
breasts, and I ran to the bathroom to check the mirror. I was Charlotte.
This couldn't be I thought as I heard a knock on the door.
Earl stated through the door, "Still nervous Charlotte, don't worry Turner
is not going to fire you."
I replied, "I know, Earl."
I looked in the mirror and said, "I wish I was Steven Turner."
In a flash I was me again, and I was standing in front of the mirror in my
private washroom at work. The thought then crossed my mind, did we switch
bodies? I wanted to try it again, but I decided to wait to ask Charlotte
rather than to tempt fate.
Chapter two
I got home and called out for Charlotte. She came running from my kid's
playroom, out into the hallway, and said timidly, "Hello Mr. Turner."
I then inquired, "Charlotte did anything weird happen to you today?"
She looked at me with this strange expression of relief and bewilderment
and replied, "Can we step into a more private room Mr. Turner?"
I motioned for her to enter my study, told her to sit, and I quickly
closed the door behind us.
She looked at me and said, "Did we really switch bodies for a couple of
minutes?"
I stared at her and just nodded my head.
"How did it happen?" she asked.
I said, "I don't know Charlotte, I was just sitting in my office, and I
wished that I was a member of my domestic staff..." and then I was cut off
as the bright light flashed again and I realized I was now sitting across
from myself.
Charlotte sat back in her chair and stared at me in her body.
It was then I noticed that I still had the ring on my finger, it had come
with me when we exchanged bodies, and it had contracted to meet my new
finger size.
I then looked at Charlotte and remarked, "It must be the ring," as
Charlotte looked on befuddled. I then exclaimed, "I wish I was Steven
Turner," and in a flash we were back to our original bodies.
Charlotte looked at me, and the ring that had changed size again. "How did
that ring just do that, how can it?"
I looked back and replied, "I honestly have no idea, the ring was made by
the Etruscans, not much is known about them except that they came from
Asia, and were eventually toppled by the Romans."
She looked back at me as if she understood that we would not be able to
find out anything about this ring, and whatever enabled it to grant its
possessor the power to change bodies.
We then heard my daughter begin to cry, and I dismissed her from the room,
and said, "We will talk this later."
I then heard her go and comfort Nancy in her own amazing way. I begrudged
her a little, after all my daughter knew her better then she knew me, and
my son had also grown close to her in the week she had been here.
After Nancy was back to sleep, Svetlana called for supper, so me and Jason
headed down to the dinner table. Svetlana cooked the meal, but it was
Charlotte who helped to feed Jason. I thought about doing it myself, but
didn't feel that it was my proper place to do so.
After playing blocks with my son for an hour, Charlotte picked him up and
put him to bed. I listened in as she read him a bed time story. That boy
ate it up; Charlotte's voice was smooth and soft to the ear, compared to
my abrasive voice that just came off as intimidating to Jason.
I sent my three servants to bed, as I prepared to climb into bed myself
after a quick shower. The next morning after arriving at work, the thought
occurred to me, I should switch bodies with Charlotte during my lunch
break, and then come back for my business meeting. Sure she might be
angry, and she might embarrass me at work, but I'm the boss in both
situations, so this will not result in any damage I thought. I further
reasoned that it didn't matter anyhow; I would get to spend an hour with
my kids, even if I wasn't me. I made the wish, and I was in Charlotte's
body again.
I heard Nancy cry immediately, so I ran into her room and felt her, she
wasn't wet, she must be hungry I thought as I ran to get her bottle.
"Here baby here's your baba," I said as I fed for the next twenty minutes.
I placed her back into her crib, and ran into the next room and saw Jason
playing his Sesame Street videogame, and he offered to let me play.
He helped show me how to play, "Up, down, go right, go that way." It was
so much fun, then I left him to check on Nancy again, she was back to
sleep.
Then I heard Jason come into her room and say, "Chal, can you make me some
lunch?"
I looked down at Jason's face and said, "Sure munchkin, what do you like?"
"Grill Cheese," he said looking at me like I should know this, although I
probably should have known, my wife told me he only liked one thing.
So I whipped up Jason a grilled cheese that I had learned to cook when I
had gone away to school for College.
Jason took a bite and said, "Thanks Chal."
I thought to myself this job is so much better than mine. Then I realized
I had neglected Charlotte by leaving her at my work past my lunch hour. I
looked up at the clock, I had so much fun with Jason and Nancy, and I had
forgotten about my meeting, I was over an hour late. I ran to the bathroom
and said ,"I wish I was Steven Turner."
In a flash I was back to my body, receiving a standing ovation from my
cliental.
"Great idea Steven, This new use of your software will save us tens of
millions, you got the account son."
I stood there getting accolades and had no idea what they were talking
about, but I bluffed my way through it, and got those happy customers out
of my door.
I walked back up to my Secretary Lori, who was sitting there with an ear
to ear grin. "I heard you got the account, Mr. Turner." I looked at her
and said, "Yes."
"I guess the work you pilled on me during the lunch hour was really
needed; I just heard that they ate up your new proposal."
I looked at her and said, "Yes, it was certainly a necessary innovation,"
and with a smile I opened my office door, and sat back at my desk. I
thought about it and then it made sense, this girl had good marks in
school, she was no fool when it came to business either I thought, maybe I
should get her job over here.
Then I realized I couldn't take her away from my kids after they had just
lost their mother, so I had to think of a plan. Then I realized, I could
discuss the possibility of me taking over her body while I'm at work, and
then switching back when she got home as me. I would get to spend time
with my kids, and she would get to lead the life her birth had prevented
her from achieving.
I got home that evening and I could see Charlotte was a little peeved at
me, but she was still here, and that was a good sign I thought. I then
asked, "Charlotte, will you meet me in the study."
She replied indignantly, "Yes, Mr. Turner."
As I closed the door behind her she looked at me with an obvious hint of
anger. I looked at her and said, "Look, you have the right to be angry,
but I want to make a deal."
She replied with obvious annoyance and intrigue, "You're right, I have the
right to be angry, but I first want to here about this deal."
So I flushed out my plan to her, she didn't look enthused with my
reasoning.
She looked at me and said, "So you want me to work your job, and then at
night my job."
To which I replied, "Maybe if I doubled your salary, then this would be
acceptable."
She begrudgingly smiled and said, "Mr. Turner you have a deal."
I had a deal, I was so happy, I was getting what I wanted, and I was
getting a person full of good ideas for my company for less then I would
have to pay a college educated worker. I had great hopes about what the
next day would bring, and as I looked in the mirror wished, "I wish I was
my servant Charlotte."
Chapter 3.
The next morning I woke up as Charlotte, and hurriedly got dressed into
her uniform to start my day. First I threw on the black stockings and
fumbled to get on her black bra onto her b-cup breasts, then I threw on
the black dress, then the apron, I reached down and put on her slightly
heeled shoes, and her hat. I was happy and well rested, because I got to
sleep later, since I always made Svetlana take care of my breakfast and
morning routine. So when I woke Charlotte had already left for work. I got
up and ate breakfast, then I waited for Jason to awake, and when he did I
made him a pancake breakfast, because Svetlana was doing laundry, and Earl
was doing the grocery shopping.
I looked at Jason tentatively and asked, "Do you like my pancakes"
To my immense pleasure Jason looked up to answer my question with a smile
and said, "Good Charl." Success, I thought.
Just then I heard Nancy starting to cry in her room, so I made my way down
there with a bottle. Then I realized she didn't need a bottle, she needed
to be changed. I had never changed a diaper before. The smell was
nauseating. I couldn't handle this, then I thought I can change back with
Charlotte. With Jason nowhere to be seen I said, "I wish I was Steven
Turner."
I was suddenly back to being me, sitting in my office staring at paper
work regarding a corporate restructuring that was supposed to save my
company millions. I gave it a ten minute reading and found that the plan
was brilliant. I sat back in my chair and stated, "I wish I was my servant
Charlotte."
I returned to Charlotte's body to find that Nancy's diaper was changed,
and she was set up in her bassinet in the kitchen. I thought this ring is
a godsend, as Jason started pulling at my skirt. "Charl, can you play
blocks with me?"
I replied happily, "Of course, Jason, what do you want to build?"
Jason replied, "I want to build a castle."
I replied, "Then let's build a Castle cutie," whilst noticing his adoring
view of me.
So we built that castle, and he took out some of his action figures, there
was a King, a Queen, knights, both good and bad, and he asked, "Do you
want play Storm the Castle with me?"
I replied, "I would love to."
We played with the toys, rotating which side we played. He was constantly
laughing, and I was drawn in to this playtime with him. Then Jason said,
"I wish I was a Knight", to which I replied, "I wish I was a Medieval
Queen."
And in a flash, I was sitting on a thrown in a Medieval Dress in a dank
Castle. I immediately wished to be returned to the body I last inhabited,
and I found myself in Charlotte's body again. Jason looked at me with fear
in his eyes.
"Charl, why did you scream?"
I didn't know how to explain it so I just said, "It was just part of the
game, honey Queens scream a lot."
He looked back at me and answered back with a simple, "Oh."
Then I heard Nancy screaming once more, she was awake again, I hoped she
didn't need to be changed again, and then I realized she was just hungry.
So I sat down in the rocking chair in her room, and feed her bottle. While
trying to ease her with Charlottes comforting voice, "Whose my little
sweetie, you are, you are pretty."
After 30 minutes I got her to go to sleep, and realized that Svetlana had
already cooked Jason lunch. I wanted to play with him further, but I had
forgotten that I had made Svetlana the head of my servants. She looked at
me and said, "Charlotte, I want you to go clean the master and upstairs
bathes." I looked at her and said, "Svetlana, I want to stay here and
watch Jason, and listen for Nancy."
Svetlana retorted, "Charlotte, Mr. Turner made me the boss, so disobeying
me is disobeying him. You don't want me to report that you're causing
trouble do you."
Not wanting to undermine the position I gave Svetlana, I answered, "You're
right, I'm sorry I'll go clean those bathrooms."
I started up the stairs with a bucket, a mop, cleaner, a scrub brush, and
a toilet brush. I walked into my bathroom in my bedroom, and applied
cleaner to the bath tub, and started scrubbing. I then noticed that these
stocking's were getting wet and sticking to my leg making this slightly
uncomfortable, I also realized that this was really hurting my back. I
didn't want to do this the rest of the day I thought. Then it hit me I
don't have to, "I wish I was Steven Turner."
Suddenly I was me again, and I was sitting in my board room watching
people show me slides. By the fifth slide on corporate growth in economic
downturns, I was ready to switch back with Charlotte, but then I realized
she was probably still cleaning the bathrooms, I figured I'll finish off
the rest of my day as me.
The meeting ended an hour later, and I retired to my office for the last
hour, just sitting back and wondering how Charlotte enjoyed her day. When
five o'clock came, I ran out the door to my car and set off for home. I
then entered the normal traffic jam and thought again, it can't be worse
being Charlotte, so I said aloud, "I wish I was my servant Charlotte."
In a flash I was home, and I was right it was better Charlotte at the
moment, she was just feeding Nancy. I looked down at her, and stared at my
wife's final gift to me. She was just so adorable in her pink outfit, and
I watched her every reflexive motion, with wonder. I put her down in her
crib, and she fell to sleep swiftly. I thought of how Jason screamed all
day when he was an infant and I realized just how lucky I was this time
around.
I set about cleaning Jason's room until I heard the front door slam, it
was Charlotte, I heard her yell in my disgruntled voice, "Charlotte where
are you?"
Fearing that I had set her off, I said audibly, "I wish I was Steven
Turner."
Suddenly I was at the foot of the stairs, and I heard Charlotte's heals
clicking as she hurried down the hallway to the stairs.
"You're a devious man, you made me do the worst of both jobs," she yelled
as she bolted down the stairs.
I looked back at her and replied calmly, "Charlotte, you forget yourself,
you are my servant, you take orders from me if you want to keep your job."
She just looked down at the floor and quickly walked away sulking.
I figured that I had set her straight, so I walked into the master
bedroom's bathroom.
I took of my clothes and, for the first time since I put it on, the ring.
I threw on the shower, and jumped in. Shortly after I entered the shower,
I heard a noise, it sounded like a door slightly squeaking and closing,
and paid it no mind. I got out of the shower, and grabbed some clean
clothes. I threw on a shirt and some pants, but I couldn't find the ring.
I checked everywhere, it was nowhere to be found. I ran into my bedroom,
to see Charlotte sitting on my bed with a smug expression on her face.
"Looking for this Sir?"
"Charlotte, I order you to give me that back," I snapped.
"I don't think so," she said as she slid the ring onto her finger.
I realized what she was about to do and said, "Charlotte don't do it", but
without the ring I was powerless.
She said, "I wish I was Steven Turner."
And suddenly I was Charlotte sitting on my bed.
She looked at me and said, "Charlotte, you may go now, and feed Jason."
I looked back and replied scornfully, "Turn us back this instant, or I
will have you fired."
Charlotte looked at me, "Charlotte you forget yourself, I'm the boss and
you work at my discretion."
I was speechless.
Charlotte stared back at me and further stated angrily, "Look you brought
this on yourself by abusing our agreement. You made me do the worst parts
of both jobs to save you the embarrassment or the labor, well now you get
to be the maid full time."
I couldn't accept her words as true.
She looked at my dumbfounded expression and replied sternly, "Oh you don't
like the new hand you've been dealt. Well you better play it well, because
I will switch back with you only if I feel like it. And don't even think
about firing me if we switch back, because I'm keeping the ring, and will
punish you even worse if you pull that on me."
I couldn't believe I was that stupid, I had abused our agreement, and now
I was my maid's servant.
Chapter 4
My first few days as Charlotte weren't as dreadful as I expected. I would
clean up after my kids, and feed them. It wasn't bad, I hated changing
Nancy's diaper, and cleaning toilets was not what I considered to be a fun
time, but the time with the kids seemed for some reason to make it worth
it. It also seemed that Charlotte had taken a liking to me, she often
stared at me with the adoring view that I had often given my wife. I
wondered if the change had some how effected me and her negatively.
However, when Charlotte came home one Friday night I began to see that
this was a change for the better.
She walked into the door a little late, I had already put the kids to bed,
and the rest of staff had retired to their quarters. I was the only one
still up as she walked into the house.
"Hey Steve", she said in a whisper.
"Hey Charlotte", I whispered back, "How was work today?"
"It went well, how did your day go?"
"Nancy gave me some trouble when I tried to feed her, but other than that
I can't complain."
"Let me tell you Steve, your job is difficult. My feet really hurt; you
should give them a massage."
I replied, "Sure."
Charlotte and I sat on the couch and she kicked her shoes off and threw
feet onto the couch. I started to massage them, and she just started to
get this serene look across her face. Then she asked, "I want you to
massage my back."
Not wanting to get fired I quickly obliged her, and began to rub her
muscular back and began to drag my finger tips across her back, to feel
for tight spots. She pulled my hands of her back and placed them around
her neck and then she swung me in front of began to kiss my arms, and
face, and threw her face into my lips. She began to place her hands on my
breasts, and my face as she drew me close. Charlotte picked me up and
carried me to my old bedroom and threw me across the master bed. I was
laid across the bed, and she was on top of me, she was groping my thighs,
and feeling me up, grabbing my ass, and caressing my skin across my whole
body. She pulled up my skirt and tore down my stockings, and wrangled out
of her pants, she had me were she wanted me. My arms were pinned and she
began to thrust into me, over and over as I screamed in delight, until she
cummed into me. She kept going still, pushing harder each time, I looked
at her with adoring eyes as she pulled out and laid next to me. She looked
at me called me, "Charlotte," and I looked back at her and said, "Yes
Steve."
"Do you think you could give me a little more action?"
I looked at her as she climbed to the foot of the bed and opened her legs.
I should have said no, if I was smart I would have ended it there, but I
just couldn't resist. She had gotten me hotter than I had been since
before my wife had died. No women had ever set me off like this besides
her, it felt good that now I was the woman and I was set off by the guy.
I crawled down the bed, and hoped to the floor and crawled up to Charlotte
and then got on my knees and lunged for her penis. I threw it my mouth,
and just sucked it as she moaned in my familiar voice. I felt him cum and
tasted it in mouth, and I swallowed every drop, and licked her dick clean.
She looked down at me and said, "Charlotte come to bed."
The next morning I woke up before everyone else, and went to the Kitchen,
Charlotte got up next, surprisingly early for Mr. Turner, so Earl and
Svetlana had yet to arise. I looked at her and said, "What do you want
Steven?"
She looked back at me and said, "How about a stack of pancakes."
"Absolutely," I replied. I made Charlotte his pancakes and handed them to
him and then she said, "Charlotte Sit."
She looked deep in my eyes and said, "Charlotte I love you."
For some reason I couldn't get at the time all I could reply was, "I love
you to Steven."
Then my son ran into the room and said that Nancy was crying. I held his
held his hand and walked him into his sisters room and picked up Nancy and
begun to sing her back to sleep as she drifted back into calm sleep with
my soothing soft voice.
I caught Charlotte as she stared at me approvingly in her new role as a
father, while she watched me with the kids and she saw that the father
they barely knew was now the new mother they needed.
Charlize
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