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HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES
By Monica Graz
PART 3
CHAPTER 5
Linda's last day was quite sentimental. Even my wife delayed her
departure for work and stayed an extra half hour to talk to her. I made
some extra coffee and we all sat around the kitchen table reminiscing
about the years she was with us. We gave her a very nice present followed
by a slightly tearful farewell with Pam.
After Pam's departure I said to Linda not to bother with her usual
cleaning. She could tell me a few things about ironing and then perhaps
she could go early. She didn't have to stay until 5.00 in the afternoon.
She reluctantly agreed and we spent the next couple of hours in front of
an ironing board. I knew already quite a bit about ironing but I listened
to her patiently as she was explaining to me her various 'secrets' as she
called them, about level of temperature, type of material, pleats etc.
She was a good ironer but I was quite confident myself. I realized that
ironing was going to be one of my favorite house activities.
We had our traditional sandwich lunch prepared by me and then it was
goodbye time. Another hug a few more tears from her part and she went to
collect her few personal belongings. On her way out she turned and asked
me, as if she just remembered something, "I forgot to ask you Nick, did
Annie send you a list of those eco friendly products? Are you going to
see her tomorrow?"
"Yes Linda, Annie was very correct, she sent me yesterday a list of
cleaning products, I looked them up, I discussed the whole thing with Pam
last night and I placed an order. Tomorrow I am going to collect them and
on Monday hopefully I'll start using them."
Linda appeared a bit skeptical. "You might think I am a bit old fashioned
Nick but I don't think the eco friendly products clean that well, they
don't seem to have the same cleaning force as the traditional ones. A
maid I know who is obliged to use them because of her employer said to me
she has to try harder and she spends more time to achieve a satisfactory
result."
I looked at her, being skeptical myself this time. "I can see your point
Linda, probably you are right, after all those products are new in the
market and not yet completely tested. I guess I have to see for myself
starting on Monday. If I am not happy I will have to bring it up with Pam
again, but I more or less know her answer. She will insist that the extra
effort is worth it. She will be probably telling me that I have the time
to put some extra effort in it."
She looked at me with a quizzical look. "I still can't believe Nick what
you decided to do; to take up the whole house responsibility. I can see
that you already face Mrs. Pam as your employer. It is quite unusual. But
I repeat to you, if you ever need help or if you decide to stop all
together being the housekeeper call Annie. She will have the answers for
you."
"I will Linda, I will," I said a bit impatiently now, "Annie is a very
professional lady and I am certain I will need her in the future." I said
that thinking of Annie's shop with all the domestic uniforms. I was
really looking forward to my visit there tomorrow.
Another hug, a few more tears and Linda departed from our life. She even
remembered to give me back the house keys. From now on I was truly 'home
alone'!
CHAPTER 6
Friday morning I was on edge. We had a quick breakfast with Pam, me in my
usual morning outfit of nightie and apron, a total contrast to my wife's
very elegant power suit.
As she was getting ready to go she turned to me and said, "Today is the
day you are going to collect your new cleaning material isn't it?"
"Yes it is Pam; I have an appointment with Miss de Laurentis at 11
o'clock. The order is placed and I'll leave here at 10.30. I think I have
enough time to straighten up the house before I go."
"That's for you to decide dear," she said in a rather condescending way,
as if I shouldn't bother her with my domestic activities. "I hope you buy
some neat and practical domestic uniforms in that shop and I certainly
hope that starting Monday you will be wearing something more appropriate
in the morning. I am tired seeing you in this nightie and apron outfit.
Nighties are for bed."
I was slightly shocked, I found her rather rude this morning. I decided
though not to spoil anything so I simply said, "Yes Pam of course I will
buy some housekeeping uniforms, you know how much I am looking forward to
that."
"Fine, that's settled then," she said as she grabbed her bag. Then she
looked at me again in a softer mode. She approached me and gave me a
light kiss, "Bye darling, don't take me seriously if I am a bit abrupt
sometimes, I mean no harm. You know my feelings for you." And in her
usual manner she turned and left.
I was relieved with her last phrase that was some sort of apology on her
part. She obviously realized that she was a bit more abrupt than usual.
But my submissive streak was signaling at me again. That part of my
personality wasn't reacting negatively at all!
Just minutes before 11.00 in the morning, driving the small VW Golf,
which was going to be my car from now on, I managed to park opposite the
domestic agency and shop of Annie. It was a part of town I wasn't coming
often; otherwise I certainly would have noticed the window shop
prominently displaying an array of various domestic uniforms. I hesitated
for a few moments to step out of the car, this was about to be a major
step in this fast developing new phase of my life. 'But I want that don't
I?' I silently asked myself. 'Yes you certainly do!' my inner voice
answered. So be it I thought and I stepped out of the car!
The premises had two separate doors. I used the one with a brass plaque
saying in bold letters 'DOMESTIC AGENCY' and underneath in smaller
letters, 'ANNIE DE LAURENTIS General Manager'. The premises were bigger
than they looked from the street. A young secretary asked me politely if
she could be of assistance. I said my name and that I was there to see
Miss de Laurentis. She dialed an internal number and after a brief moment
she said to me, "Please go straight ahead, the door on your left, Miss de
Laurentis will see you now."
I felt as if I was going for a job interview, as a matter of fact that's
what probably the young secretary thought. I knocked at a door with
Annie's name outside and I heard her melodic voice, "Come in."
I entered an opulent office, nice carpets and elegant furniture. She
raised her eyes and smiled at me. "Ah Nick you are here, right on time, I
am pleased to see you again, please take a seat; I'll be with you in a
minute." Her tone of voice was slightly different from the other day we
met in the house, polite yes, but probably not as friendly, a bit more
impersonal perhaps?
A couple of minutes later she looked at me keeping her polite smile. "So
how are you? I gather yesterday was Linda's last day; she talked to me on
the phone last night, she was quite sad she was leaving you, but she
knows that it is time." She stopped briefly and then continued in a more
professional tone, "So Nicky, as of today you assume full house
responsibilities. Are you still positive about that or you have second
thoughts?"
I've noticed she called me Nicky, she wanted to put me at ease, probably
she could feel my tension. I answered in a polite tone of voice, I needed
Annie's help at the moment, I had to bring up the issue of uniforms as
well. "Yes, thank you for asking, I am very positive. I know I will need
some time to adapt and it is going to be quite an adaptation, several
scales down from my previous high executive job."
"And I admire you for that," she answered immediately. "I already
mentioned that to you the other day, not many people have the courage to
change their life so dramatically. Of course it matters that you have
your wife's acceptance, you couldn't do it otherwise. I am quite positive
it will be beneficial for both of you. Now are you interested to see my
collection of domestic uniforms? There is quite a collection in my shop
next door. You could look at the aprons as well."
There is my chance I thought as I started answering her, "Of course I am
interested, in fact I have to ask you a delicate question. My wife who
knows I have a certain preference for feminine clothes suggested that I
buy a couple of dresses and matching aprons, rather than those unisex
uniforms. She feels that I will be a happier domestic worker if I can
wear something of my choice." I finished my sentence blushing all over.
But I said it!
"And I couldn't agree more," Annie exclaimed looking at me in a different
way. "Your request is quite unusual but totally acceptable, you have to
feel happy and comfortable in your working clothes, I wish my girls that
I send out to work as maids were feeling the same way, they usually feel
very down when you tell them that they will work in a uniform." She
stopped and looked at me again, "Could you please stand?" she asked
abruptly like giving me an order.
"What for..." I started saying but she interrupted me, "I simply want to
evaluate your size."
I stood up and walked a few steps back. She looked at me and said. "You
are a comfortable 16 and if you loose a few pounds you could even fit in
a 14. But I would suggest a 16 for now, you must always feel comfortable
in a working dress, I always advice my girls to take a size larger when
they get their uniforms."
I was still blushing as I stood there uncomfortably. She looked at me
again and said, "You can go next door to the shop from the side door,
Estelle my sales lady is there to assist you choose. It's up to you to
tell her if the dresses are for you or for someone else, that's why I
suggested the size. Feel free to choose and come back here afterwards to
collect the cleaning materials, already packed for you; then we can
settle the bill together. I think Nicky you deserve a good reduction, I
don't get everyday as client a refined gentleman who wants to become a
housemaid. Good for you!"
Her voice had a slightly authoritarian tone now, I think I was becoming
fast 'one of her girls' I was about to choose my working clothes and then
pick my cleaning materials, my new status in life was more defined now.
But I liked this woman, she knew how to win you and of course she was a
great business woman, she was about to charge a fair amount to my credit
card.
CHAPTER 7
An hour later I left Miss Annie's premises loaded with parcels. I had a
wonderful, though slightly embarrassing time picking my new working
clothes. Estelle was very helpful and an excellent sales person. I
stopped pretending after a few minutes and though it was never mentioned
openly, it was obvious that I was picking clothes for myself. I picked
three dresses in the colors Pam suggested, light blue, mint green and
dove grey. All had white collars and white piping around the short
sleeves and the front pockets. The blue and the green were front buttoned
and the dove grey had a front zip. I bought two white bib aprons, a white
waist apron and three striped tabards in matching colors with the
dresses. Estelle insisted that the tabards are very protective and look
quite smart on top of the housekeeping dress.
I settled the account with Annie and as I was saying thank you and good
bye she said to me, "Good bye Nicky and good luck to this new phase of
your life. I hope you adapt well and I'll certainly visit you during the
next few days, depending on my schedule. I want to see for myself how you
adapt in your new domestic duties and obligations.
I thanked her again and as I was departing she added, "I forgot to
mention to you that I organize occasionally housekeeping seminars
especially when a bunch of my girls arrive from Philippines. They are
already well trained in domestic sciences but they get what I call 'an
adaptation course'. They have to learn various aspects of the attitudes
and habits of their future employers in this country. Probably it would
be beneficial for you to participate in one of those seminars. At the
moment you still mentally belong to the employers' side. Your education,
previous work, experiences are all connected with that side. Probably
this course will teach you some aspects of humility and what it means to
be in the domestic employees' side. Would you be interested to join a
seminar of that kind?"
Her words made again my stomach flutter from excitement. She touched one
of my well hidden submissive chords. Of course that would interest me. To
mix with all those Filipino girls as being one of them! That would have
been quite an experience.
"Of course that would interest me Annie and thank you for telling me, but
I think there would be some practical problems. For a start I would stand
out too much, a white male mixing with all those petite Asian ladies. And
then how I could explain my presence there, they would see me as an
intruder."
She looked at me with this partly serious partly amused look. She looked
quite pretty like that. "But my dear Nicky, I expect you to be one of the
girls when you join us for a seminar of that kind. You are right, those
girls would never accept a male being present in their classes; they are
very catholic and quite conservative socially. But with a makeover you
could be quite convincing, you have small hands and soft features for a
male. Of course you will be definitely older than them; they all are in
their mid to late twenties, but that I will have to explain. A person of
a certain age who has her own reasons to work as a domestic. They would
have to accept that. Don't forget that they are in a totally new
environment and they can not explain all the oddities they will be
seeing."
She was talking about a makeover that excited me even more. I still had
my doubts though. "But then it is my voice, I certainly can't hide that,
it is too deep to be considered as a female voice."
"You would be surprised how much you can modify and adjust your way of
speaking; you must forget your normal booming voice. You will learn to
speak in softer tones, nearly whisper. You can always say that you have a
problem with your vocal chords. Then again, you are not obliged to talk
that much, simply a yes or no, or small phrases. After all domestics are
not supposed to talk a lot, you must have heard the expression, 'a maid
is seen but not heard'.
I looked at her full of surprise and admiration, "I am amazed how much
you know about people like me, have you dealt with a cross dresser
before?"
"Of course I did, my brother back in Philippines is one of them. He or
rather she by that stage had SRS, sex reassignment surgery, if you don't
know the term, in Bangkok, Thailand. Dr. Chettawut and his team did an
excellent job. Angelita, this is her name now, stayed in Bangkok and
works as a nurse in Dr. Chettawut's clinic. She already had an experience
as a male nurse back in Philippines. She is my young sister now!
Her last phrase left me speechless. What an incredible story! I looked at
her in admiration, "Wow! What a story. I don't know what to say Annie."
"Don't say anything Nicky, just go home. I know you are dying to try on
your new clothes. We will talk soon."
She posed for a second and continued, "And probably I run quite fast
myself, I already suggested too much to you. You are in the beginning of
a new phase, you might be a cross dresser but you have a wife and a
daughter and other obligations. It is really premature to suggest a
makeover. Your wife who is you employer from now on will have to take
some decisions concerning your future. Now run along dear."
I nearly said 'Yes Miss' as I was leaving but I restrained myself. But in
my mind Annie was already someone of authority, someone who could guide
me in my new station in life.
CHAPTER 8
I arrived home and rushed upstairs with my parcels, Annie was right, I
was dying to try my new clothes on. I took everything to the spare room.
Then it occurred to me that I probably should need a room for my everyday
use now that I would spend most of my time at home. I should discuss that
with Pam tonight.
I tried everything on in a hurry because I still had housework to finish
and then start dinner. Everything I bought fitted beautifully, Annie was
right. A working dress should be more comfortable. Still I decided to
keep the promise to myself to start loosing weight. I desperately wanted
a thinner waistline.
I rushed downstairs to continue with my chores. It was about three in the
afternoon when the phone rung. I picked the receiver and heard Pam's
confident voice, "Hi darling, have you started dinner?"
"No, not yet Pam, I am about to start now, anything changed?"
"No, not really, I wonder if you have enough food for another person,
Tania is coming over to pick me from work at six, we have drinks at
Mario's and then I thought of asking her to join us for dinner. Is that
ok with you?"
"Of course it is darling, you know how I feel about Tania, she is family
and yes I have enough food. I shall expect you then about seven?"
"Yes, seven, seven thirty." She paused for a moment and then continued,
"Tell me Nicky have you picked your cleaning materials and new working
clothes from that agency?"
I sounded quite enthusiastic when I started answering that question, "Yes
Pam I did and I am very excited about the whole thing, you have to see my
new uniform dresses, I have to show them to you and the matching ...."
She interrupted me by saying, "Listen Nicky, would you like to be a bit
daring tonight and have some fun as well?"
"What do you mean by that? What kind of fun?" I was genuinely puzzled. It
wasn't Pam's usual style to talk in riddles.
"Well, I have been thinking, you are going to start cooking in a minute
and knowing you well, you will probably wearing one of your new uniforms
with a matching apron etc... Would you like to stay dressed for us and
welcome us in the house acting like a proper maid? If you think I ask too
much just tell me so, I will never ask you to do something against your
will, I value you too much for that."
I was stunned! Pam was asking me for something that I would never dare to
suggest myself. I was thinking fast. Should I do it? I had to answer, "I
love your suggestion Pam, but I will be simply a guy in a dress and
apron, unless you suggest of course that I can dress up completely, wig,
and make up, the lot."
"No Nicky, I don't want you to go all the way, it is not the time yet,
just stay in your working clothes and yes, why not, be a boy in a dress,
a male maid. It is nothing wrong with that. I keep seeing you in a
nightie and apron and Tania saw you endless times in an apron. I simply
think it will be fun to be received in the house a bit more ceremonially
than usually, a bit more theatrically, if you know what I mean?"
All of a sudden I was convinced. What the hell, it's nothing dramatic.
Isn't that what I want after all?
"All right Pam, it's a deal, I'll be the boy-maid when you come home, but
then I'll sit and eat with you. Do you agree to that?"
"Of course darling, I don't want you to be the maid for the whole
evening, of course I expect you to eat with us, but then you will have to
change to your own clothes. Bye for now, I have to go back to work, I
have an important meeting at four and I still have to prepare myself."
And she hangs up.
I sat by the telephone thinking. There is acceleration to everything in
the last couple of days. It seems that Pam goes along with my plans
remarkably well. In fact sometimes she moves faster than I expect her to
and she surprises me pleasantly like she did only minutes ago.
I better move fast now. I have to prepare an elaborate meal and Tania is
quite a gourmet eater and then set the table and then have a shower and
dress for the occasion. Nicky the boy-maid, what fun!
To be continued...
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