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HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES
By Monica Graz
PART 6
CHAPTER 16
Monday morning, two weeks later...
I was sitting in a back seat of a public transport bus on my way to
attend Miss De Laurentis housekeeping seminar. I very much tried to keep
to myself, avoiding any eye contact, holding firmly my hand bag on my
skirted lap. I was modestly dressed in a blouse and skirt outfit, light
green shiny cotton blouse, and dark green corduroy skirt. Black jacket,
tights and shoes completed my neat appearance. Mrs. Manley reassured me
that I would look like any other working woman on her way to work. She
added that people are too preoccupied to look closely at other people so
I shouldn't worry very much.
So many things have happened in the past two weeks, so many that my mind
had a difficulty to absorb. As I was sitting in the bus I couldn't help
but remembering the major steps of my transformation to what I look
today.
The makeover more than ten days ago was quite an event. I spent several
hours in the hands of Jennifer, a very capable and sweet beautician.
First was my hair; she cut and styled it in a simple feminine bob.
Jennifer reassured me that I had the right face for that. She also said
that as someone doing housework and other menial tasks I needed an easy
to maintain hairstyle. Then she worked on my face. Eyebrows were
thoroughly plucked, ears were pierced and little gold studs were
inserted. Then she informed me that she was going to use semi permanent
eye make up and lipstick. I was panicked and confused when I heard that,
I felt like I was going to be tattooed.
But I still remember her exact words, "You shouldn't worry Nikki, this is
something that wears out gradually and in about two months you need a
renewal. In the other hand think the convenience of it. You get up in the
morning, rinse your face and you are ready. All you have to do is put
your uniform on and start preparing breakfast for your Mistress. Think
how much extra sleep you can get if you avoid the daily make up routine.
As a maid you should think of those important matters."
She was right of course so I let her finish with my face. The result was
quite stunning. My face looked quite feminine now. Then she brought up
the issue of my beard. My beard was rather thin and mostly grey-white by
now, but it was a nuisance. I had to think about it every morning and put
some beard concealer before my light foundation. She suggested laser
beard removal. She explained to me how simple it is those days, in my
case about four visits to the specialist. I was intrigued but obviously I
had to discuss it with my Mistress, because it was also a cost to be
considered and I was a poor maid now. She laughed at that and said that
at least I shouldn't worry about today's cost it was already taken care
by my employer.
At a later stage I discussed the laser beard removal with Mrs. Manley.
She strongly advised me to proceed as quickly as possible, expenses
covered of course. I already booked an appointment for next week, after
the completion of my housekeeping seminar.
The dinner party on Friday before last was another major step towards the
enhancement of my new persona. All four ladies were very polite and full
of compliments for my cooking and serving but they simply treated me as
the maid. I was certain they had some discussions before how to act with
me. Of course being different characters the acted differently as well.
Melissa was the most formal of all, she really treated me like a servant,
she was the bossiest of all and she enjoyed reminding me my new social
position. Tania was Tania! Sweet and full of compliments for my work and
appearance. She came to the kitchen when I was washing up and said
emphatically, "Honey, you might be the maid now but we are still friends,
so I am still Tania for you privately, keep the formalities only in front
of the others. As for Eva, she was the most spiritual. Being a staunch
follower of Hinduism she translated everything as 'karma'. She said to
me, 'It was written in your karma Nikki dear, if you were born in India
you would probably be one of the 'castrati' there, they call them
'hijras' in Hindi and they play quite a role in Indian culture.' I was
quite intrigued by her remark about hijras, I never heard of them, I was
going to Google them during my free time.
The other major issue the past two weeks was the Work Contract I had to
sign as 'domestic worker' Nikki Carson with my employer Mrs. Pamela
Manley. I read it carefully; it was very cleverly done by a smart lawyer.
All the rules already mentioned in my Employer's e-mail were there plus
the option that my employer could offer my services to other private
individuals or companies without extra pay, provided that it would be
within my working hours. The wages were better than expected but still
very low; the difference was that I was going to be paid overtime for any
working hours above the legally accepted 48 hours per week. I was also
provided with a social security card, in which the name was Nikki Carson
and the sex 'F'. I was a bit suspicious how legal that card was, but it
gave me an extra feeling of security outside the house. I was carrying it
now in my purse together with some cash. I had an identity now.
I heard the bus driver announcing the next stop; that was my stop. I
looked ay my wrist watch, it was 8.45, and I was going to be there on
time for my 9.00 o'clock appointment.
CHAPTER 17
The girl in the reception area asked me to wait for a few minutes; Miss
Annie was busy in her office with the new girls, she would see me
shortly. I sat at the edge of a chair feeling on edge! The girls were
already there.
The office door opened and four Asian girls came out heading for the side
door and the uniform shop. Those were going to be my 'colleagues' for the
next five days. They ignored my presence or probably they were too
preoccupied themselves for any frivolities or smiles.
The secretary signed at me that I could go in now. I knocked at the door
timidly and went in. Annie looked at me with a broad smile, "Good morning
Nikki, you look great this morning, Jessica did a great job with your
hair and face. I love your makeup it is subtle but also very effective."
"Good morning Miss Annie," I answered back as best as I could, trying to
keep my voice down, following the instructions of the cassette she sent
me, "I do hope I'll be able to follow that seminar, I am still quite
nervous you know."
"I know you are; this is why I want to have a word with you privately. I
just had a discussion with my new girls and I informed them that a local
mature lady, that is you, is going to join them in their seminar. I told
them also that you are a post op transsexual. That makes things much
easier for you and you will be more comfortable with them."
I looked at her in disbelief, "But Miss Annie, I am not a transsexual, I
am only a cross dresser, you make me feel very uncomfortable indeed."
She looked at me annoyed now, "Listen to me girl, we both know that you
are not fully convincing as a female yet, in particular with your voice.
It will be much easier to tell them that you have a past as a male and
you just started adapting in your new role as a female. I will add a few
more things during the seminar to explain your current situation, why for
instance a person of your age and race has to become a maid. Wait and
see, they will be quite taken by what I'll tell them and they will love
you at the end."
I looked skeptically at her. She had a point though, I would be more
myself like this, and I wouldn't have to pretend all the time that I am a
genuine woman, my so called post op TS condition would be an excuse for
lots of possible wrong movements on my part. I was wondering what she
would tell them about me, I was intrigued now. "I can see your point
Miss, very clever indeed, I will probably be a bit embarrassed in front
of the girls, but not worried."
"I knew you would understand Nikki, now run along next door to pick your
uniform from Estelle, you will be all five of you dressed identically and
Estelle will give you a name tag as well. I'll meet you all in 15 minutes
in our seminar room upstairs."
We were all sitting in a room resembling a classroom; all identically
dressed in pink striped dresses and white round half aprons. We had to
wear a small white cap as well. I was feeling sillier than usually, but
then again we all looked similar, that was a relief for me, the group
mentality feeling. We all had our name tags pinned on the top left corner
of the dress. I smiled at the four Asian girls and approached them to
introduce myself.
"Hi", I said, "I am Nikki, pleased to meet you all." I read the names and
I addressed each one separately, "Hi Nora, Nilda, Mina, Arka."
They smiled awkwardly and said in unison, "Hi Nikki."
I looked at them again, the three of them, Nora, Nilda and Mina were
definitely Filipinas, but the fourth was different, she looked Indian to
me. I had to ask her, "Arka are you from India by any chance?"
She looked at me somehow boldly I thought and said, "Yes Nikki, I am from
the north of India, form New Delhi, how did you now?" She said that with
the delightful singing accent of Indians when they speak English.
"I met Indian people before and of course your lovely accent is a dead
giveaway."
At this moment Miss Annie came in, "Please girls, take your seats, time
to start."
We all sat in our assigned chairs; I noticed how the girls arranged
carefully their skirts before they sat down and I tried to imitate them.
I felt that my lessons in deportment already have started.
Miss Annie was impeccably dressed as usually, nothing extravagant, it was
mid morning after all, but all her clothes were expensive and carefully
picked.
"I want to welcome all five of you here today. Before we start our
lessons I would like to say a few more words about your new colleague
Nikki here." She stopped and looked at me reassuringly as I started to
blush. I was all nervous again and I started playing with the edge of my
apron.
"You already know that Nikki is a post op ts, which means that she is a
woman now and she tries to rebuild her life from scratch."
They all looked at me now and I felt even more uneasy.
Annie continued, "Nikki was very brave in taking such a radical decision
doing sexual reassignment surgery or SRS as is called in brief. But her
immediate family and work environment were totally against it. The result
is that Nikki is now totally cut from her previous life and also for
reasons far too complicated to explain here, she also lost all her
assets, that is money, property etc... She is a poor person now and
somehow unemployable, because she can't go back to her old work, where
she was a high ranking executive officer."
The impact of her last words impressed all my fellow maids; they were
looking at me now with a mixture of sorrow and astonishment. It was like
a fairy tale to them, it was like a Cinderella in reverse story. I was
all blushing and uncomfortable but Annie continued telling 'my story' in
a very cool manner.
"Well girls, Nikki was somehow lucky in her unluckiness; she found a good
person, a nice rich lady who decided to employ her as a maid. So Nikki
has a job now and she wants to do this job properly, this is why she is
here with us today, she wants to become a good housemaid and be proud of
her work. So please girls you have to accept Nikki as one of you and
treat her like a fellow worker. She has to learn to behave correctly in
her new position in life and I can assure you she is willing to try hard
for that."
Annie stopped and looked at all of us. I could see her plot now, she
wanted to convince the girls that for the reasons she mentioned before,
though I was an older and educated person, I should be accepted in their
circle as an equal. I think she succeeded to that because Arka that she
was going to be the most articulate of the girls and the one who spoke
better English raised her hand asking for permission to speak.
"Yes Arka, go ahead" Annie said encouragingly.
"I can understand Nikki's predicament Miss Annie, I know similar cases in
my country, they are TS people, they are called 'hijras' and they often
have a bad karma, usually being kicked out of their families; they become
prostitutes or servants to survive. I think Nikki is like a hijra in this
country!"
I nearly dropped from my chair from shock. Within ten days I could hear
the same story again about the Indian hijras, first from Eva, now from
Arka. I started to believe in karma myself.
Arka continued, "So I think we should all embrace Nikki and help her to
become a good and efficient servant, this is her only chance in life
now!"
The finality of her last sentence surprised even Annie. I was shocked
myself. She said it as a final verdict. This was my karma and there was
no way of escape. The Filipinas seemed to agree with Arka. They looked at
me as if they were saying, 'finally you are not any different from us, in
fact we are even better than you, we are young and one day we will find a
nice boy to get married, but you, you have to be a maid for life!'
Annie looked at me with an expression of amusement and skepticism as if
she believed Arka as well. She turned to all of us and said, "Well girls,
everything is settled then, we can start our lessons now."
CHAPTER 18
"You know Nikki; you would look good in a saree!"
I turned quite startled. I was totally absorbed with my ironing task
that I haven't noticed Arka's presence behind me. It was our last day and
all of us where quite absorbed in our ironing boards. But Arka was quite
cheeky; she often came around to talk to me regardless the fact we had
strict instructions to stick to our tasks until the official break.
I must admit that I was quite often sexually aroused by Arka. She was a
very sensual girl and she obviously was fascinated by me 'her western
hijra' as she was calling me.
She was always sitting next to me during our breaks or in the so called
'class room' and she was trying to engage me in conversation with various
topics. She was a very articulate and clever girl and I was surprised
that she came all the way from India to become a maid. And the few times
I asked her about her past she was quite vague. Later I found out that it
was a matter of cast. Arka was belonging to the wrong cast, she was an
'untouchable' and her future in India was quite bleak. She clearly said
to me that she wasn't planning to be a maid for the rest of her life, she
had an agenda and she was quite determined to follow it up.
I smiled awkwardly at her, "How on earth you got that idea now" I asked,
"I never wore a saree before, it is such a delicate garment and ever so
feminine. I would feel quite clumsy in it."
"You would be surprised Nikki dear," Arka answered back, "There are
sarees for all ages and all body types. I can see you in a dark green
silk saree with a light green blouse underneath. That will bring out your
green eyes."
She was flirting with me and I was blushing all over like a school girl.
All I managed to say was, "I am intrigued Arka by what you say, I'd love
to try one, and sooner or later we will have the chance." I stopped and
looked at my watch, "I better get on with my ironing, Miss Annie will be
coming shortly to inspect our work."
"I hope it will be sooner rather than later Nikki; I am looking forward
meeting with you during our days off."
At that moment Miss Annie came in and Arka run back to her ironing board.
Nilda, Mina and Nora, the three Filipinas were quite friendly with me but
somehow more distant; they were not certain how to cope with a person
like me. They wanted though to maintain contact after the end of this
seminar and get together during our days off as well.
Finally I started establishing a new circle of friends more befitting to
my new social status in life. And somehow the idea of going out during
my day off with a bunch of girls was quite intriguing and stimulating.
Did I learn anything during those five days? What was the benefit of
following this housekeeping seminar? That was a question that my employer
could probably ask, but it is also a question I posed to myself.
In fact I did learn something quite important and this had nothing to do
with housework practical issues. Yes, I learned quite a few new things
about the day to day work of a housemaid, but the real knowledge was that
I learned the 'correct attitude' as Miss Annie called it.
And the 'correct attitude' was the attitude of a professional domestic
worker, of someone who had to do this job for a living. In today's more
egalitarian world probably the Victorian approach to servants was not
valid anymore but the affluent and in some cases 'nouveau riche'
employers were expecting certain behavior standards especially from
female servants. It became easier for me now to address people as 'Sir'
or 'Madam' or 'Ma'am' or 'Miss' or if referring to them to say 'Mr. so
and so' or 'Mrs. so and so'. When I started addressing my wife as Ma'am
or Mrs. Manley I had to smile cheekily, somehow it wasn't natural for me
and my wife was also a bit amused by it, it all appeared like a joke.
Now, I could say it in a more natural way, I didn't smile anymore and I
had to slightly curtsey as well; nothing theatrical or fancy, just a
simple bob.
I learned to accept an order without arguing even if I had objections, I
learned to wear my uniform graciously and be certain that my apron was
properly tight and the bow in the back was symmetrical. I learned to
remain quiet unless first spoken; finally I learned to be proud about my
work and my best moment was when I was praised by my employer. The
phrase, 'bravo, well done Nikki!' was a huge reward for me.
Miss Annie was about to give us a farewell speech the last day of the
seminar. It was Friday afternoon and I was a bit sad that it was over.
For five days I was mixing with people joking with them, learning useful
things, learning to be a maid, learning to be a girl among girls.
We all changed back to our street clothes and we were even offered coffee
and cakes as we were waiting for Miss Annie to come in. My four
'colleagues', as I was thinking of them now, were all in casual tops and
trousers, I was the only one in a skirt. The three Filipinas were warmer
towards me today, they all chatted happily in their broken English asking
me all sorts of questions, how big is the house I work, what type of
person is my employer, if I have to be in uniform at all times, if I
serve at dinner parties etc...
Arka was there listening carefully as well, some of the things I was
telling the Filipinas were news to her also. Everything I mentioned was
true, I omitted only one thing, that my employer was and still legally is
my wife.
We all stood as Miss Annie came in, wearing a very smart business suit;
she was as usually very elegant and 'dressed to kill'. She started
addressing us immediately. "Well girls, I hope you enjoyed our seminar
and I trust you learned useful things and you are prepared now to face
your future employers. You all start work next week, I'll introduce
personally each one of you to your respective employer except for Nikki
of course, who has an employer already."
She stopped and turned to me addressing me personally, "And Nikki I would
like to know please your employer's opinion about our work in this
seminar, any feedback by e-mail or telephone call would be appreciated. I
always try to get the employer's view about the girls I train."
I stood up and after a slight bob, as I was trained to do when addressing
any person above the age of 14, I said, "Of course Miss Annie I am going
to inform my employer about your request, thank you Ma'am."
She motioned to me to sit down and addressing all of us again she said,
"You see girls, Nikki acted correctly in this instance, like a proper
servant, she stood up, bobbed graciously and answered in a polite manner
to a question asked. Well done Nikki."
I blushed furiously as the other girls applauded warmly. I felt totally
embarrassed but proud as well. I just received a merit.
"Now girls", Miss Annie continued, "You can keep the uniform dress and
apron you were wearing during your training here, it is an offer of my
agency. You can keep the maid's cap as well though I am aware that some
employers find it old fashioned somehow. I trust all of you will keep in
touch and become friends as well. You can get together during you day off
and Nikki you can be the guide to the other girls. You are a native in
this town and you can show them around."
She stopped again, looked at all of us and then did an unexpected
movement; she approached us and gave us all a hug wishing us 'good luck'.
Then she left as quickly as she came in.
We all felt awkward all of a sudden. We were free to go now. I knew that
the four girls were living in a hostel down the road, but I had to take
the bus back home. I had to catch up with my chores and start dinner
soon; I had to have the house ready by seven pm, my Mistress' usual
arrival time.
I said goodbye to all the girls and I hugged and kissed them all. Arka
hugged me in a stronger manner, she hold me longer than expected and she
whispered in my ear, "I expect to see you soon Nikki, I have your phone
number, I'll call you next week."
I turned and left with mixed feelings. I felt guilty because I was
sexually attracted to Arka. That feeling was pleasant and disturbing at
the same time. I wasn't prepared to cheat on my wife and I wasn't
prepared to reveal to Arka that I was simply a cross dresser and not a
transsexual 'hijra'!..
To be continued...
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