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HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES
By Monica Graz
PART 7 - FINAL
CHAPTER 19
Thursday morning, six months later...
I heard the hand bell ringing from the dining room. My Mistress was
calling me. I hastily wiped my hands in a tea towel, adjusted my apron
and rushed to the front of the house.
She was reading her morning paper and finishing her second cup of coffee
as I entered. I bobbed automatically and said in a soft voice, "Yes Mrs.
Manley!"
She didn't answer immediately, something in the newspaper held her
attention for a couple of minutes. Finally she raised her eyes and looked
at me. "Nikki, I have to go in a few minutes and I want to be certain
that you understood all the instructions I gave you last night. Could you
please summarize for me?" Her tone of voice was polite but indifferent;
she was simply addressing her maid.
I bobbed again and said, "Certainly Madam!" After all those months I
still felt a bit uneasy standing in front of my employer, hands kept
neatly in front of my apron as I started to speak. "I have to clean very
thoroughly and prepare the house for Saturday's dinner party. Then I have
to run out for a major shopping, I have the list on the kitchen table. In
the afternoon I have to start food preparations for the dinner party
based on the menu list and I'll print name tags for you and your seven
guests Madam."
I stopped to catch my breath, my employer wanted me to speak quickly and
to the point, she didn't want to waste any valuable time on unnecessary
blathering. I started again, "And tomorrow I'll..."
This time she interrupted me, "I don't care about tomorrow at the moment
Nikki, we will review that in the morning. I want something light to eat
tonight, probably smoked salmon and a nice green salad. And prepare your
pedicure kit, after dinner I want the full treatment for my toenails."
She started to get up and I understood I was dismissed, I slightly bobbed
again as I turned to go. She stopped me with her hand. "You did organize
for this colleague of yours, I believe her name is Arka, to come and help
you on Saturday? She will be quite exotic serving around the table. And
you said to me that she has an identical black and white uniform to wear.
I want this dinner to be quite formal. It means a lot to me, the top
people from our Firm will be attending."
"Of course Madam, Arka is coming at three on Saturday afternoon, she has
permission from her employer and she is bringing her black and white
uniform. We both got them from Miss Annie's shop, they are identical."
"That's settled them, you can clear here now and I am off to work. Bye
for now."
"Enjoy your day Madam," I said and bobbed again.
It became a habit by that stage; as soon as my Mistress was out of the
house I would settle in the kitchen table with a fresh cup of coffee and
my favorite magazine for about half an hour. That was my relaxing
morning break before starting my chores.
But this morning my mind was elsewhere; the Saturday's dinner party
became quite a concern for me. Seven guests plus Mrs. Manley that is four
couples, invited to a very formal three course dinner. And I was expected
to do all the cooking to the last detail including the dessert. I was
quite confident by that stage for my cooking abilities, but the formal
serving was a big worry for me. Then I had this brilliant idea to ask
Arka if she was willing to help with the serving, provided of course that
our respective employers would agree to that. Fortunately that was
arranged very quickly and now Arka was going to be assisting me. What a
relief.
Gosh, so many things have changed in my life the past six months. I
barely could remember now that only six months ago I was a successful
high ranking manager in a top firm. My early retirement and my
persistence to become a housekeeper/maid changed everything dramatically
for me and for my wife then, employer now.
The changes were in all levels; my looks to start with. I was quite
relaxed with my appearance now. I was visiting Jennifer's beauty shop
once a month to maintain or in some cases enhance my feminine looks. My
beard has been removed by laser treatment months ago; my hair and semi
permanent makeup were done at least once a month and my breast forms were
now permanently glued to my chest. Finally I learned to speak with a soft
husky voice, the voice of a woman who used to be a serious smoker in the
past as some people commented. I even heard people saying that my voice
was sexy!
I was permanently dressed as a female now. Even in my unisex track suit I
looked very womanly. My greatest thrill was when I was going shopping
wearing my maid's dress, just the dress not the apron, and depending on
the weather a light cardigan or a coat. I was clearly the domestic and I
had no intention of hiding it.
I forgot to mention the most important thing. We were not in the same
house anymore. My employer put the house in the market soon after I
started living permanently as a female. We both agreed that our old
neighborhood was too risky, people knew us there as a couple and I had to
move cautiously in and out of the house. At the end I was certain that
most of our neighbors 'knew'.
A new house was found in another part of town, definitely in a more up
market area, my employer was after all a high ranking executive and she
needed the 'status' of a 'correct' neighborhood. We both had to sign for
the selling of the old and the purchase of the new property. It was a
rather traumatic experience, because I appeared dressed as a female and
signed with my old name for legal reasons. My wife explained to the
solicitors that I was testing my 'other side'. They didn't seem to mind;
after all they were getting quite lucrative fees for those transactions.
In the other hand I was reassured that I was by 50% the owner of the new
property as well. Mrs. Manley was unscrupulously fair; she said that she
wouldn't jeopardize my future even if I was a humble domestic at this
particular moment.
The new house had a small servant's quarter attached to the kitchen and
scullery area. It consisted of a small sitting area, an even smaller
bedroom and a WC-shower facility. I felt quite happy there, I had my
privacy, my spacious closets and most importantly I could stay out of
sight if needed. I was going in and out from the back door, the 'traders'
entrance' as it was called in Victorian times. The rest of the house was
for me the space to clean and to look after, but this tiny apartment was
my niche.
An electric bell board above the door with indicative lights was
specially installed to summon the maid. There were four lights, for the
central living area and dining room downstairs, the master bedroom and
guest room upstairs. It was old fashioned but necessary. Once my
apartment door was closed I couldn't hear a thing.
The intense ringing of the telephone startled me. I answered in my polite
maid's voice, "Good morning, Mrs. Manley's residence, how can I help
you?"
"Good morning Nikki!" I heard Arka's singing voice. "Are you still in the
middle of your coffee, you lazy maid?" My heart jumped from excitement.
Arka was my closest friend at the moment. We enjoyed a lot each other's
company and we often had long chats on the phone.
"I am about to finish it, as a matter of fact I'm running a bit late; I
have to clean the whole house today and then go for a major shopping. You
know how worried I am about Saturday's event."
"But I'll be there to help you; I'll be doing the serving and you can
stay behind the scenes. I thought we discussed that already," she said in
a slightly annoyed voice. "Don't be such a coward Nikki, you can do it,"
she concluded in a confident voice.
I knew she was right, but for the first time I would be exposed as a
maid in front of my wife's, I mean Mrs. Manley's, colleagues. I met a few
of them before in social occasions as my former self, but I was reassured
by Pam that as I looked today nobody would be able to link me with her
husband who was on a trip abroad for the past few months.
I heard Arka's voice again in the other side of the line, "How about
meeting for coffee at four pm at the mall you would be shopping. I have
to do some shopping myself."
I liked the idea, I liked meeting with Arka, she made me feel good,
"That's a great idea Arka, I'll meet you at four in 'Rialto', you know
the nice Italian Caf?; I have to run now. And I'll be out of uniform for
a change; I want to feel a bit more elegant today, so wear something nice
as well. Bye for now."
CHAPTER 20
I put the phone down but my mind stayed with Arka. We became quite close
the past few months. At one point I told her partly the truth about
myself, that I was simply a cross dresser and not a TS. She accepted it
but she asked more questions, she pushed me for answers. Finally I
admitted the whole truth; that my employer was really my wife and
everything happened with my full consent and agreement.
She accepted my explanations very graciously with no further comment. We
became closer friends and gradually an erotic feeling started to emerge.
I could sense it in her as well.
But, I was tormented by my feelings towards my wife/employer. I was very
loyal to her. I couldn't make any move unless I had some sort of consent.
And the consent came the moment I was less expecting it. Mrs. Manley in
her usual to the point manner said to me one evening after dinner, a
couple of weeks after we moved in to the new house, "Nikki after you
finish in the kitchen make some coffee for both of us and join me in the
living room I would like to have a chat with you."
I rushed to the kitchen to finish my chores slightly puzzled. It wasn't
her style to invite me back to the living room ever since we moved to the
new house. On the contrary she encouraged me to tidy up the kitchen and
then retire in my tiny apartment. I must admit I felt a bit lonely there
but I had to remind myself that the life of a live in domestic wasn't
exactly an exciting one. And I chose to be a domestic so I shouldn't
complain.
Soon in a highly unusual manner and feeling slightly uncomfortable I was
sitting in the living room opposite Mrs. Manley sipping my coffee, still
wearing my dove grey evening uniform dress. She asked me to remove my
apron, simply saying that I was off duty at this particular moment. I was
genuinely puzzled and slightly worried when she started talking to me.
She looked at me though in an amused manner without any trace of
confrontation, "My God Nikki, you seem like a fish out of water, I can
see now how much you adapted to your servant's role; you genuinely look
worried as I am about to punish you for something. Don't worry I have not
such an intention at the moment; I simply want to revalue our domestic
situation and where we stand at this point six months later."
She noticed how my expression changed to pure wonder and all of a sudden
she approached and hugged me! I had to stand up as she was hugging me not
knowing how to react. At this moment I felt how much I lost my ability
the past few months to interact sexually with my wife! I felt the sexual
excitement of our encounter but I was not able to initiate anything.
She felt my embarrassment and went back to her seat. I sat down again at
the edge of the chair as modestly as I could, keeping my knees together
and resting my hands on my skirted lap. I realized that I was missing my
apron. I got so used the past few months to wear one at all times inside
the house.
"Now that I look at you more closely I realize how much you changed the
past few months Nikki", Pam started talking again. "You do look less and
less like a man in drag and more and more like a slightly masculine
woman. That beautician Jennifer is quite good, she knows how to enhance
your feminine aspects and disguise the unwanted masculine ones."
I blushed all over as she was talking to me, I knew she was up to
something but I couldn't figure what.
She continued, "What I am about to say might be a bit hurtful to you but
you know me, I like to be straightforward and speak my mind. I want to
emphasize once more that whatever happened so far happened with you full
consent; I keep mentioning that but I want both of us and all the others
who know our present condition, to be aware that nothing of the sort
would have happened if you were not fully cooperative and willing. In
fact you were the one who initiated all this."
I realized I had to say something at this point. "I do agree with you
Ma'am, I am the one who started everything and I must say Ma'am, six
months later I never regretted it. In particular after I managed to
explain successfully my new phase to our daughter. I feel much more
relaxed now; I have nothing to hide anymore from the people that really
and truly matter to me." It became so natural for me to address her as
'Ma'am' at all times now. She accepted it equally naturally.
She gave me a satisfied look, "I am glad to hear that Nikki; you
reconfirm to me your commitment to your current condition in life. In
fact you make it easier for me to say what I have in mind."
I was very curious now and slightly nervous. Pam had this unique ability
to surprise me. She smiled warmly again, obviously she wanted to make me
feel more relaxed, and started talking, "I'll start with the obvious
Nikki, you changed the past six months, you changed a lot, not only
visually but in character. I see now more and more a female servant and
less and less my cross dressing husband. I often catch myself thinking of
you as 'the help' or 'the maid', I even started thinking of you as a
'she'. The other day Tania noticed that. We had lunch at Mario's and we
were talking about you and I was telling her 'she did this or that'. It
was quite a revelation for me."
She stopped and looked gently at me. Her look was totally benign; she
didn't want to frighten me; that was obvious.
I was peculiarly relaxed now, as if the pieces of the puzzle were about
to be placed in their correct position. I also had the feeling that we
were about to change chapter again in our relationship.
Pam continued, "I accept the new Nikki. It is very much you and I don't
want to change it, but even if I tried you would have resisted me. So I
accepted all those recent developments, even encouraged them at one
point. But...."
She stopped and looked at me again reassuringly, "There is obviously a
'but' to what I've said so far. I am afraid I can't see you as my husband
or even partner anymore. I feel more and more that our worlds are miles
apart. We share the same house and we have common legal interests in
property etc and I respect that, but you are not part of my professional
or social life anymore; you moved yourself to another class you are a
maidservant now."
I felt more and more nervous; what she is trying to tell me? Why she is
so persistent in the 'class' thing? Is she getting ready to announce some
sort of separation or even divorce? I valued my wife/employer very much;
I couldn't face life without her. Panic started building up, I had to say
something, "I am worried Pam, the way you are talking you make me think
that a separation is imminent, I don't feel ready for..."
She stopped me with a big good hearted laugh, "Don't be silly Nikki, I
never mentioned such a think and please don't forget your place, you just
called me Pam, you take liberties girl, this is an official warning."
"I am sorry Ma'am," I rushed my answer, "I didn't mean to be impertinent
but.."
"Please let me finish Nikki and then you can express your opinion."
I remained silent as she continued talking, "I was just saying that we
are socially apart now; you might be still the same intelligent person
but to my eyes you are Nikki my maid. You have more friends now in your
new world like Arka that Indian woman who calls you very frequently,
those Filipinas you met in Miss Annie's seminars, you usually go out with
them on your day off and probably other people I don't even know. On the
other hand I am more involved with my colleagues at work now, they invite
me to parties and excursions, I have been already in a private boat
cruise with them, and I meet new people through them. They all face me
now like a single lady. They know my marital status, but to them my
husband is abroad for several months now and his return day is not
known."
She stopped and looked at me unthreateningly, "Do you see where I am
getting?"
I looked at her in an uncertain way and managed to say, "Yes and no
Ma'am, I understand you want to pass a message but I am not sure what
this message is."
"It is a very simple message really; all I try to say is that we both
should feel free to make relations outside our commitment to each other.
Probably nothing serious but we can be more open flirting with other
people and stop giving the impression that we 'are taken'. Do you know
what I mean?"
I blushed all over as I understood what she was trying to tell me. I was
confused, I wasn't certain I wanted that but I had a strong feeling that
her decision was made. All I had to do is to go along with it. I managed
to say in a quiet but steady voice, "Yes, Madam, I understand now, we can
develop a certain freedom of movements without the guilt complex. I'll
try to accept that if you really see it that way."
She looked at me a bit more aggressively now, "You just called me Madam
Nikki, I like that, you can continue addressing me that way from now on;
please don't call me 'Ma'am' anymore, it sounds a bit vulgar to me now."
She stopped, waiting for my acknowledgment and when I said a simple, 'Of
course Madam, it sounds better to me as well,' she continued, "I am glad
to hear that Nikki; I can add that much for you to know though, I'll
never embarrass you in front of other people and be certain you don't
embarrass me, do you understand girl."
For some reason her attitude was changing as she was speaking, a bit more
aggressively now.
"Can I ask you Madam what exactly you mean by embarrassment in front of
others?" I asked using my neutral polite voice.
"What I mean Nikki is that I'll never bring a boy friend in this house,
I'll never make you uncomfortable that way, I still respect our past
together to do that, so I expect a similar attitude from you. We both can
have our freer moments outside this house. Of course you can bring your
friends in your servants' quarters and I can bring guests in the house
but not intimate situations. Do you agree with that?"
I felt an overwhelming sense of relief as she finished her last sentence.
All I managed to say was, "Of course I agree Madam, thank you for being
so understanding."
She looked at me in a serious way, "It is not a matter of understanding
Nikki, it is a matter of survival for us both. I think we have to protect
our private lives respectively without hurting each other."
I thought the conversation was about to finish but then she added
something that got me off guard completely, "And Nikki darling, of course
you will continue to be my sex toy, I can still use you that way; for
instance I feel a strong erotic feeling when you do my toenails sitting
in your little stool, then I want to eat you alive."
She saw my surprised and excited look and smiled mischievously at me, "I
thought you would like that idea Nikki; now you can go back to your
quarters, I think our chat is over, goodnight darling, come and give a
kiss to your Mistress."
We both stood up at the same time. She came and kissed me passionately in
the mouth, playing with my tongue, and then she pushed me gently away
with a "Good night maid!"
CHAPTER 21
The ringing of the phone brought me back to reality. It was Arka in the
other line.
"You said to me before to wear something nice to meet you at the Mall. I
know what I want you to wear darling; I want you to wear your green saree
and come out as my beautiful Indian hijra!"
Arka's voice startled me, I didn't expect her call. I was even more
surprised with her request. I never appeared in public dressed as an
Indian transgender woman, a hijra as they were called. I had a beautiful
silk green saree that Arka gave me as a present when we became closer
friends together with a black hair wig and she taught me how to wear it
and use the right make up etc but that always in private.
I started protesting but she cut me short, "Listen Nikki, this is not a
request, it is an order, and I want you to come out dressed in your
saree, proper make up and your black wig with the braid, the one I gave
you. You are going to be my Indian companion this afternoon. Of course
I'll be wearing normal street clothes so I'll be there to protect you in
case someone tries to harass you. You do that for me otherwise I'll think
again if I am going to help you on Saturday serving in the dinner party."
She was blackmailing me in her own way! But her authoritarian attitude
brought out my submissive streak so I meekly answered to her, "All right
Arka don't get angry with me; I simply don't want to stand out in public
and in that outfit everybody will be looking at me."
"Don't worry about that Nikki, I'll be there for you; and I'll be calling
you with your Indian name, do you still remember it?
"Of course I remember it Arka, it is 'Harita' which means green and
matches my saree and my eyes." I checked the watch in the kitchen wall,
it was nearly ten o'clock and I had the house to clean; I had to rush
now, I would need more time to prepare myself for the afternoon outing.
Then I though of my supermarket shopping, I couldn't do that dressed in a
saree!
I continued talking to Arka, "But Arka we both forgot my major
supermarket shopping, I can't go around dressed in a saree in the bright
lighted supermarket, every body will be laughing at me."
"You shouldn't worry about that, in fact I can join you for the shopping
so we can meet in the supermarket at 3.00 o'clock, do all the shopping,
put everything in the car and then we can enjoy ourselves for an hour or
so. Now run along girl you you're your housework to do. See you later
Harita!" And she hung up on me before I had time to answer.
I put the receiver down having my usual mixed feelings of excitement and
anxiety. I realized that since I started changing my status and looks six
months ago this has been the prevailing feeling, this mixture of
sentiments. Probably it was good for me. It certainly accelerated my
metabolism because I managed to lose a lot of weight in the past few
months. I was certainly more careful with my food but it wasn't the only
reason. My metabolism changed as well.
I rushed to the utility room where I kept all my cleaning material, I put
my full working apron on and I started carrying the vacuum cleaner
upstairs, I had work to do and a maid's work is never done!...
To be continued with part 8 (the last part), and I am terribly sorry for
the delay in finishing this part.
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