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This story is fiction and intended for adults only. Please do not reproduce without permission from the author. My New Position Part One: "Hurry up. You don't want to be late for your interview, Shannon." As I applied the finishing touches of my lipstick I could hardly believe what I was just about to do. In just a few moments, I was to have an interview with my wife's new boyfriend to see if I could fill the position of being his maid. "I will be so disappointed if you don't get this job, Shannon. You know you will need to be self-supporting soon as we weave our new roles and life with each other. And, my new boyfriend has the money to hire any well qualified maid, but I so want that maid to be you. I think it will be wonderful to visit him and see you as his servant, cleaning his house and cooking his food like a compliant domestic. You do your chores around here well but I want him to be your employer. And, if you get the job we can still see each other, although it will be in a very different capacity. I will be his socializing girlfriend and you will be his domestic employee. And, won't it be wonderful that you will get to live out one of your most wanted fantasies, to actually work as a girl in a very traditionally feminine position?" As I fixed my hair so that everything would look perfect and professional, I couldn't help but admit that this was something that I wanted in my life. The change in my relationship with my wife would soon be very different and difficult, but I welcomed this opportunity to see what living out my desires would be like. Additionally, now that my wife had a new boyfriend I found myself wanting to find a more convenient position so that we both could explore our new identities with freedom and without guilt. My reflection in the mirror pleased me. I could easily pass as a genetic woman in her late thirties. One would have to look extremely close to notice the slight protruding Adams apple, slightly masculine chin line or larger shoulders to guess that I was really male. My dyed auburn hair looked well coiffed, sweet and of practical length, falling slightly below my shoulders and able to be worn out of the way when I went about my maidly duties. My makeup was simple and understated reflecting that of a woman seeking the position of a house maid. I felt I looked pretty and yet not made up like I was going out on a date, unlike my wife who now wore her makeup in the most classy and provocative manner. I wore a simple black dress with a hem only slightly above my knees and practical heels of only 1 and ? inches. I grabbed my purse and put my lipstick into it. "Well, how do you think I look, Ann?" "You have found a very nice balance between pretty and professional, unassuming and yet also with a sense of culture and elegance, Shannon. Do you have your r?sum??" My perfectly lacquered fingers reached for the envelope on the bureau. Inside was my maid resume filled with at least five people I had maided for within the last year, all female friends of my wife's. Knowing that it might be helpful in my hiring, I wished there was at least one recommendation from a male employer, but I didn't have one. I really did want this job. Last year, when my wife and I talked about letting me live as a woman and what that would mean to our relationship I desired to still be close to her, even if it meant a change in how we were with each other. If I could get a job as her new boyfriend's maid then we could still sort of be together even if it meant that she was his romantic interest and I would be submissive to her as well as him, respecting my position as the hired help. "Spin around, Shannon so I can get the full effect." I complied, already melting into my new role. "You do look adorable like this. You know I have an idea that might give you an edge over the other applicants." She turned quickly on her heels and went up to her bedroom and returned with a bottle of CK perfume. Spritzing some on my wrists and neck, she said, "I know Benjamin loves smelling this scent on me. Perhaps if he gets a hint of it on you, it might make move him to decide to hire you. Now head off, darling. You want to show him that you are a responsible and not a tardy girl." I was about to grab my car keys when my wife pointed out that I was wearing my wedding ring. "Shannon , you should probably take off your wedding ring. I am sure your new employer might prefer a single woman who will not have responsibilities to a spouse but rather can devote her energies to her employer and make sure his home is in order." Reluctantly, but realizing the wisdom I her words I took off my wedding ring which had an effect of making real this adventure that I, what we, were now embarking upon. I placed my ring in the bowl by our entrance way that contained my car keys and smiled at my wife. "Wish me luck." "Shannon, you have no idea how much I want you to get this position. Good luck. Make a good impression." I arrived at my potential employer's mansion after driving my Honda Civic 40 minutes across town and parked in the lot deemed for servants. The yard was a sprawling 40 acres of pristine land in the New York countryside. The house was an impressive marble mansion built in the late 1800's. I rang the bell and waited about a full two minutes before my potential employer, Mr. Benjamin Holmes answered the door. He was an imposing figure in his early 50s, silver-haired, solidly built and with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His well toned 6 foot 3 inch body was wrapped in a very expensive Italian suit. Looking at him I could see why my wife was attracted to him. I too, thought he had a masculine appeal that any woman would swoon for. Looking me directly in the eye, he asked me in. "Miss Andrews, please come in. It is nice to meet you again." This was the second time I had met Mr. Holmes. The first time was when my wife introduced me to him after their second date back when she wanted me to give her permission to continue seeing him. I met him in my femme persona and found him to be a good match for her even though I felt threatened by that as well. But, as a girl, I wanted my wife to be with a man that I thought had integrity and would treat her well. Mr. Holmes guided me to an office space off the main foyer where he asked me to sit down. Smoothing out my dress underneath me as I sat I handed him my resume. He looked it over smiling when he came to my wife's name. "Yes, I know Ms. Austin well." He referred to my wife by using her maiden name. "She and I have become very close friends recently and I do value her opinion. She even called me with high praises of your domestic skills." Looking sternly at me he said, "You do know that if you take this position that you will be having a very profound status change. I am not interested in cuckolding you at all. Once employed by me, you would no longer be your wife's husband. You would be my servant and if she does come over I would expect you to treat her like you would any other female guest that I have. You would make sure you represent my household well and you will NOT be friends with my guests. You will be the maid and be there only to make their moments in my house more enjoyable. You will domestically make sure the house represents me as a man of class and breeding. Furthermore, you may not speak to any guests unless they first speak to you. I want you cognizant of your station here. Infractions will result in termination. Are you agreeable to this?" I was not only agreeable, I was both threatened and excited by the prospect of such a shift in status. "Yes, Mr. Holmes, I am agreeable to this." With that mischievous grin of his, he shook my hand firmly. "Well, Miss Andrews, let's give you a tour of my home. You are hired." As my new employer took me around his very extensive home I smiled at many of the rooms that my wife, Ann had already told me about; the massive first floor living room with a large Monet taking up a fair amount of the east wall, the grandiose kitchen with two refrigerators, professional stoves and amazing granite countertops, the likes of which I have never seen before, and finally, bigger than most small homes, a second floor master bedroom which my wife had described in great detail after spending the night there. After the house proper was shown to me, I was lead to a smaller wing which had a few guest rooms, the laundry room and a modest 15 by 15 foot bedroom which I was told would be my maid's quarters. Though modest, the furniture in my room was elegant and feminine with a lovely antique vanity as well as French doors which let out to one of the gardens. I would be going from a 3,000 square foot home that I shared with my wife to a much smaller room befitting my new status. We ended up back in his office near the entrance way where I was asked to sit down again. "We need to go over some additional parameters that I will expect while you are in my employ. Even though you currently pass as a woman I will want an agreement that you will start on a hormone regimen so that there will be no mistakes from my guests regarding your female gender. I don't want people talking behind my back that I've mistakenly hired a cross-dresser for a maid. I want them to think of you, if they think of you at all, as a pleasant good looking obedient and helpful female servant. Are you wiling to transition?" "Yes, Sir I am." "Good girl. I am willing to pay you $12.00 an hour, provide you with free room and board. I will also pay for your hormones and other feminizing treatments like laser hair removal, etc. as I see fit along with healthcare insurance. You will be on duty by 5:30 AM and work until 8:00 PM Monday through Friday. There will be occasions when you might have to hostess parties and functions later into the evening and on weekends as well." As a guy I make over $75/hour so this would be a very large financial change into the minus area of things. On the other hand, all my room and board would be provided as well as feminizing options which would have been beyond my ability to pay for even with my guy salary. "Additionally, I imagine you would like to wear very fetish-like French maid outfits but I will require you to wear traditional maid uniforms with aprons and caps in either black and whites or grays. You will have your free time respected and will get at least one full day and evening off per week. I will tolerate you having guests of your own, in your own wing and room, but they must never enter the house proper without my permission. You will address me either as Mr. Holmes or Sir at all times. Any questions and when can you start?" "I can head home now and discuss it with my wife, er, Ms. Austin and if we can settle things quickly I would imagine I can move in by this weekend." "Very good, Miss Andrews. I would expect you to have seen an endocrinologist and to have started your hormones by then. I look forward to you working in my employ." At home my wife and I squealed like little girls once I told her I got the job. "Oh Hon, I am so proud of you. You will make an excellent maid for Benjamin. And, when I am over there seeing him I can see you in your new role." The rest of the week was spent busily trying to tie up all loose ends to make this change real. I legally put everything in my wife's name and now had no assets to myself except for my little Honda. I saw the endocrinologist and started female hormones. By Thursday there were no personal signs that I lived there accept my packed bags. On Friday night, my wife and I made love in a most passionate and intense manner that left us both breathless. On Saturday morning I went to the vanity and made myself up in a very professional but casual manner befitting my new occupation. I put on the very simple black and white maid uniform without attaching my apron or putting on my cap. I admired my reflection with my smart pearl earrings and tasteful makeup. With the tips of my clear polished fingers I repaired a smeared edge of my lipstick in the entranceway mirror. As I was doing this feminine gesture Ann entered into the hallway. "Well, Ann, here I go." "Excuse me? What did you call me?" "What did I say that was wrong, Ann?" "Do I have to remind you of your station? How dare you refer to me by my first name?! From now on I expect you to refer to me as Ms. Austin or ma'am. Is that understood?" "Yes Ms. Austin. I am sorry to have been so casual and personal. I shall remember who and what I am to you now." "Hurry along now to your new home and employer. You want to make a good first impression." "Yes, ma'am." "Much better, Shannon. Now, run along." Part Two: The ride over to my new home was the longest I ever had as I reflected upon just what we put into motion. I pulled my car into the servants' entrance and parked outside my new room. I gathered up my two suitcases of possessions and took them into my small room, the maid's quarters. Once I put away my clothes and hung up my new maid uniforms in my closet I went down to my vanity to redo my makeup. I placed my small white maid's cap on the top of my hair, stood up and then tied my white apron around my waist. Taking a deep breathe I went out to the main living room and stood silently with my hands folded in front of me waiting for my employer. "Ah, Shannon , I see you have arrived. I trust that you are all settled in your new room. Follow me into the kitchen. You can fix me a sandwich while I go over your list of chores for today." "Yes, Sir." I followed two feet behind Mr. Holmes feeling like I had never ever had an assertive bone in my body. I felt utterly submissive and was enjoying it. I was amazed at how quickly I accepted my new role. Once in the kitchen I started to prepare Mr. Holmes a delicious roast beef sandwich with potato salad on the side. "As this is your first day and also a weekend day I will keep things simple and easy for you. I will want you to explore the house so you know where everything is and also to look for items like laundry detergent, or any other kitchen items that I am out of so you can go shopping and pick them up. The first and second floors need vacuuming so I will expect that to be done. In fact, I will expect that you to vacuum and dust everyday. For dinner, I would enjoy a filet of salmon with fresh saut?ed vegetables. Up in my bedroom is the outfit I will be wearing for work on Monday. Make sure it is ironed and on the display stand by 7:00 PM tonight. Do you have any questions, Shannon ?" "No, Sir." "Good girl. You are dismissed." As I left the kitchen I couldn't help but notice how stern and decisive he was with me setting the tone of our relationship, er, business relationship. I truly was no more than his servant deserving only the smallest amount of attention to make sure I properly did my job. However, the girl in me was wishing that he said something about my appearance but realized that this was not going to happen no matter how pretty I looked. I was now way below his league, unlike my wife, Ann who was now totally in his league and now available. What a mixture of feelings I had. While dusting the furniture, I got a sense of just how enormous this house was and how much work it was going to be to be the domestic here. Here and there, Mr. Holmes walked through the rooms I was cleaning to both check up on me and to just conduct business conversations on his phone while wandering as he talked. The contrast between his loud booming and commanding masculine voice and my demure quiet feminine mannerisms made me feel like a totally submissive and inferior person to him and yet I was happy to be so. The girl in me felt attracted to his manly essence but the servant in me knew he was out of reach. In the afternoon, I finished up making a list of supplies that would be needed for my duties as well as groceries needed for the next three days of meals for my employer. I went to Mr. Holmes to get some money for the groceries. I liked him giving me what felt like an allowance. Returning to my room I looked for a change into appropriate street clothes (a cute sundress with flip flops) for this shopping trip. Adding more mascara and lip gloss I headed out into town. While at the grocers I enjoyed pushing my shopping cart like all the other housewives pretending that, I too, was shopping for my family of a great husband and two children, one boy and one girl. After paying for my items, the bag boy pushed my groceries out to my car for me and then loaded them into the trunk. I flashed a sweet smile to him as I handed him a tip. I know he thought I was a lovely MILF. On the ride back I was taken by the ease at which I was passing and how this transition into submissive maid was much easier than I thought it would be. I couldn't wait to call Ann tonight and tell her about my first day at work. While putting the groceries away into the refrigerator I found myself humming a happy little song. "That is very nice, Shannon. I like seeing and hearing that you are happy working for me. Good girl." I knew what he was saying was a bit patronizing but I enjoyed hearing his words just the same. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes." "You know, Shannon , I can be a bit old fashioned sometimes. And with this in mind, when we are alone I would like you to curtsy for me, if I compliment you." "Curtsy, Sir?" "Yes, curtsy, Shannon. Do you have a problem with this request? Would you prefer it be an order?" "No, Sir, I don't have a problem with your request." "That is wonderful. I like my help to be compliment. Good girl, Shannon. You may now curtsy." I feel utterly emasculated but adored it as I submitted to my employer and my wife's new boyfriend. I gracefully place my right foot behind my left and extending the hem of my skirt with both hands I lower myself in a sweet adorable curtsy for my boss. "Simply adorable, Shannon. You look very pretty." God, it was as if he just made me so happy by this simple acknowledgment. I was filled with a sense of contentment. "Would you please get started on my dinner. I have a late coffee date with Ms. Austin tonight. Oh, that pulled me out of my little sense of bliss. I would never be able to compete with the charms of my wife who was more his equal. I went to the kitchen and decided to make myself more accepting of my position and not fall for my employer. Instead I was determined that I would become happy that I was domestically and in a feminine way making his life better. Once I got my head around that I felt so much better. And this contentment lasted as I cooked Mr. Holmes a delicious meal of salmon with basil and saut?ed vegetables. His water glass was filled as needed and I enjoyed serving him. "Shannon , please iron the pants that I lead out for my date while I finish up my meal." How quickly my life had turned around. I was now dressed as a maid at my employer's house ironing his pants so he could go out on a date with my wife. This was something most people probably couldn't even imagine possible. With his ironed pants folded neatly over my arm I knocked on his bedroom door. "Come on in, Shannon." I entered to find Mr. Holmes dressed and in his boxers waiting for his pants while talking on the phone. I lowered my eyes respectfully and listened while he talked on the phone. "Yes, she is working out very well. I am glad we decided to make such changes. I can see this working out well for all of us. Okay. Yes. I will see you in a few minutes." "Shannon, I am about to head out for my coffee date. Would you see that the rest of my clothes are laundered and ironed for tomorrow before I get back?" "Yes, Sir." "That's a good girl." I curtsied sweetly. Part Three: Mr. Holmes didn't return until 10:30 PM which was about the time I was about to sit down and remove my makeup and get ready for bed. Over the intercom in my room he summoned me up to his bedroom. "Shannon , will you please come to my bedroom." I knocked on his door and he told me to enter. He was in just his tee-shirt and boxers and handed me the clothes he removed. "Will you make sure these are cleaned. That is all." I suspect that Mr. Holmes had me come to his bedroom just so I would be made aware that he just had a wonderful date with my wife. As he handed me his clothes I could smell my wife's perfume on them and see traces of her lipstick around his mouth and on the collar of his shirt. Those two certainly were not wasting time. I was hoping to tell Ann of my first day as Mr. Holmes's maid, but I imagine he already did. He probably told her how easily I became his maid and how he got me to curtsy for him. She probably was enjoying her freedom to be with Mr. Holmes now that I was hardly her husband anymore but her boyfriend's maid. I found myself happy that she found a man of good breeding and stature to be with. I would be worried for her if she just started to sleep around. And, of course, Mr. Holmes couldn't be with a better woman. Smelling her perfume on Mr. Holmes's clothes, made me miss talking and being with her and wondered how we would act around each other when we finally did see each other again. Over the next week, my new life became routine and I found myself getting deeper and deeper into my role. I had a pride that came from representing Mr. Holmes through my domestic chores for him. Every aspect of my duties was completed 100% and I found great joy whenever my employer acknowledged me. With each curtsy I found myself wanting to make him happier. By the end of the first week I was like a puppy dog eagerly awaiting any kind of attention from my master. By my second week, I started to make friends with the other servants, workers and domestic connections. I became friendly with the butcher, florist, baker and the other workers at the grocery. I wanted them to find me pleasant so that they would give me good service, making my purchases be the best possible ones for Mr. Holmes. Manny, the gardener, was my only frequent at-home connection. He would come over twice a week and do all the landscaping and carpentry work for Mr. Holmes. He is a pleasant and very fit man in his late 40s. I always bring him a tray of snacks and beverages during many of his breaks. We already talk like good fiends and I am grateful that I have another person to share myself with. I keep thinking that Ann will return my calls but she hasn't yet. I imagine she wants to make sure we are both deep into our new lifestyles before we next meet. I do overhear Mr. Holmes talking with her on the phone a lot and know that he has now had about two more diner dates with her. Even Manny, the gardener, has suspected that Mr. Holmes has a new girlfriend as he feels Mr. Holmes recently has been much nicer to him suggesting his sexual needs and needs for feminine companionship are being met. I was envious of them both. Part Four: I served Mr. Holmes a dinner of apple glazed pork chops, garlic mashed potatoes and fresh asparagus which he wolfed down quickly. He went up to his bedroom afterwards. I was dusting the wood moldings upstairs after cleaning up dinner when the doorbell rang. I scurried off downstairs to answer the door. Mr. Holmes doesn't like any guests to be kept waiting. Before opening the door I checked my makeup to make sure I was presentable. I was. My hair was perfectly in place and my maid cap pinned neatly to my hair. In one month the hormones had started to make some subtle sweet effects along with the laser treatments. I doubt anyone would know my true sex anymore. I smoothed out my apron and then opened the door. With wide eyes I saw Ann there, looking absolutely stunning. Her face was done up like a movie star's and she was wearing the most incredible classy dress with a bright and sweeping floral pattern hugging her amazing body. Her 4 inch heels must have cost at least $300.00. No man would be able to keep his hands off of her. She smiled widely seeing me and I felt like I must have blushed the brightest red. "My, my, don't you look professional and lovely in your maid's uniform." "Ann, I..." "Shannon, remember your place." "Sorry, Ms. Austin, please come in." At this point, Mr. Holmes joined us at the door and kissed Ann fully on the lips, right in front of me. She clearly was kissing him back just as passionately. "Are you ready for a night of dancing, Ann? Shannon , after we leave I want you to go out to Ms. Austin's car and fetch her overnight bag. She will be staying with me this weekend. You can place all her belongings in the empty drawer of my bureau in my bedroom. With their arms wrapped around each other they headed off to Mr. Holmes's car and into town. Up in my employer's bedroom I unpacked my wife's clothes and hung her dresses in the closet and placed her lingerie and underwear in the empty drawer. I wanted my employer to have a healthy sex life but had mixed feelings that it was with my wife. However, as I was placing the items away I felt like I was playing a soft and important part in this scenario. That by being the maid I was part of this intimacy as well. By the time I went to sleep they still did not yet come back home. In the morning, I was cutting up orange slices for part of their breakfast when Ann entered the kitchen with her new nightie on, her hair only finger-combed from what looked like a happy night for her. "Ooh, fresh fruit. Yum! Would you mind making me up a plate, Shannon ? And, some coffee as well." "Of course, Ms. Austin. Coming right up." As I cut and arranged the various fruit on her plate I could tell Ann, Ms. Austin, was looking at me. This had the effect of me feeling like I was her inferior, but still grateful for her company and to serve her in any manner that would make her happy. It seems that I was really finding my true purpose in life. I guess I really am a people pleaser. I grinned to myself as I thought this. Ann must have noticed my grinning. "You seem so content and happy working for Mr. Holmes." "Yes, Ms. Austin I am. My life here is simple and comfortable. He is fair and easy to make happy. He is a good man of integrity and power." "Well, between us girls, Shannon, he does have a lot of power, if you know what I mean?" I sensed a special moment between us with those words as I placed a plate of fruit, napkin and fork neatly in front of her. That for a few seconds it didn't matter that I was a servant girl and she was an independent woman of mean. As girls, we both could appreciate a powerful man. It was sweet if somewhat short lived. Ann couldn't stop smiling at me as she eat her fruit with her fingers. "Have you a boyfriend, Shannon? Do you date on your nights off?" "I have only had a few nights off since I started working for Mr. Holmes and they have been just to go out to the movies by myself. So, no, I don't have a boyfriend, Ms. Austin." "Pity, a pretty girl like you who is so good at being wifely, you would make some man very happy. And speaking of making some man happy I should really return to your employer's bedroom." She handed me her empty fruit plate and scooted back upstairs. Within a few moments, even though I was far off in the kitchen, I could hear the passionate noises of two people pleasuring each other wildly. I thought to myself that I so needed to be laid. The weekend was a erotic funhouse for Mr. Holmes and Ann. I spent so much of my time picking up clothing items from various places in the house and in the yard, folding them neatly, only to find them later scattered somewhere else. My favorite moment of the weekend was when Ms. Austin requested that I come in to do her makeup and hair for an evening out with Mr. Holmes. I did her makeup in smoky browns and grays and made her lips look luscious and so kissable. I adorned her with her favorite perfume in places that I knew Mr. Holmes would eventually find. I felt amazingly proud of how radiant I made this already beautiful woman look. Ann admired her new look in the mirror. "Shannon, your skills at makeup and hair are awesome. Benjamin won't be able to stop looking at me all night. Thank you so much. Be a dear and go fetch my purse." I gave her the elegant clutch purse off of the dresser. She opened up her wallet and handed me a ten dollar bill. "I believe one should tip an employee when she has done something well. And, you dear girl, have made me look and feel so provocative. This makeover will only make tonight more delicious for me." I took her tip knowing that this exchange only validated our different status, she the classy wealthy woman and me the poorer working girl in service to others. Bowing my head down, I said, "Thank you, miss. It was a pleasure servicing you this way." The other gesture that Ann made to cement our new relationship to each other occurred after she kissed Mr. Holmes goodbye. She walked over to her car where I was waiting after packing her overnight bag in the trunk. From her pocket Ann took out something small that I could not see and placed it in my hand keeping it hidden from my view as she cupped her hand over mine. "Shannon, I am so happy that Benjamin has such a caring maid like you to watch over his house and his guests. You made my stay here so delightful. In a token of my appreciation for all you did, especially my makeover which did yield its intended effect, I wanted you to have this." I opened up my hand to find a pretty silver broach shaped like a delicate flower. "Thank you, Miss Austin but you didn't need to do this." "Yes, Shannon, I did. It was once a ring I had melted down that belonged to my husband. I wanted you to have it now." I was no longer anything to her but someone else's' maid. Part Five: That moment when my wife gave me my former wedding ring which was now a pretty broach was the moment that I totally melted into being a maid for Mr. Holmes. I wore it often. And after a year of his employ, my hormones treatments and other feminizing procedures now made me totally passable as a woman. My name was legally changed along with all my historical records. Once I was thirty nine year old man from New York with a master's degree. Now and legally, I was a thirty year old woman from Kissimmee , Florida who didn't even graduate high school. I started dating Manny on my days off and enjoyed dressing up for him in pretty yet practical outfits as he'd take me out to the movies and local chain restaurants that we could afford on our servants salaries. Luckily, six months after I was employed by Mr. Holmes I was castrated and given implants. This gave me the confidence to start dating Manny in the first place as I no longer feared being discovered that I was once male. To keep him from discovering my extremely small penis which is now hardly more than a large clitoris I tell Manny that I am old fashioned and will not consent to intercourse until I am a married girl. He is, of course, disappointed but to make that less frustrating to him I have learned how to become an incredible c*cksucker. I so enjoy looking up into his eyes as he moans in ecstasy as I serve him in a manner that he has told me no other woman ever has. And, I adore feasting on him and having him come in my pretty painted mouth. He takes photos of me and after or playfulness he loves to show me how excited and pretty I look with him in my mouth. My joy is clearly captured there in those photos. Secretly, I know that he shows these photos to his friends but I enjoy knowing that too. I have actually had to turn down two marriage proposals of his because I am not yet totally altered physically. Happily I reflect that Mr. Holmes has promised that after another six months I will be rewarded with a SRS instead of a Christmas bonus. Oh yeah, that was another change, before I was feminized I was Jewish and now that I have a new legal identity I was told I was now Catholic. The nice thing about that is that I love Sundays, dressing up in my fancy church dresses and hats and going to services with Manny. Mr. Holmes and Ms. Austin eventually got married. For once, I did not have to be their maid and was allowed to attend the church service as a guest. However, Manny and I did have to sit with all the other employees and people who had subservient roles to the happy couple. After my employer's honeymoon, they return all tanned and I became delighted to not only serve a man, but a woman, as their maid. I take great pride as I serve the women of my mistress's social club their snacks and beverages enjoying them talking of all their socialite adventures and marveling at their high fashions and remarkable makeup jobs. I am smartly outfitted in one of my favorite simple black and white uniforms, my hair pinned up in a bun. My makeup is perfect and yet understated befitting my status as a classy woman's maid. I would never be as glamorous as the women of Mrs. Holmes's social group but I enjoy my part that I play in their often superficial and enchanting lives. "Shannon, would you please refresh my friend's drinks?" "Of course, Mrs. Holmes." I refill their glasses with the fresh squeezed limeade I made earlier and place their used dishes and glasses back on my serving tray. As I go about this chore I hear a few of the women complimenting me on my service to them. I enjoy the women who often tell Mrs. Holmes how wonderful a maid I am in her presence. I have been lent out to a few of them to maid for special functions at their own homes so I know their words are genuine. "Yes, she is such a wonderful maid. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without her. She meets my every need. And, now I will need her more than ever. Ladies I have an announcement to make." All the fashionable ladies cross their manicured fingers in their laps, turn their perfectly made up faces to my ex-wife, quieting quickly and eager to hear what she has to say. I am holding my tray in my hands as I look towards my mistress just as curious as all the other ladies to what she will announce. She brings her hands up to her face, starts to joyously cry and looks directly at her girlfriends. "Ladies, I'm pregnant!" The women all start to squeal like school girls and then prance over to congratulate Ann and feel her belly for a bump that hasn't even yet started to show. I almost drop my tray. I have such mixed emotions. Somehow, I make it through the rest of her afternoon party and am cleaning up in the kitchen after all the ladies have headed home. "Shannon?" When I hear Ann call my name I realize that I too have been crying. She sees my tears and for the first time in over a year she starts to talk to me like we are equals. "Shannon , I know this must be quite the surprise to you. Trust me, it was just as much a surprise to me as well. Benjamin and I were not planning to have a child. I just recently got promoted at the investment firm and am now busier than ever. The timing of this wonderful occasion couldn't be more off but I so want to have this baby. I know you understand because I remember back when we were together you wanted a child as well. I feel terrible that our change in roles made that possibility go away for you. And if this is too much and you feel the need to find work somewhere else I will understand. I will even give you the highest recommendation. I know many of my girlfriends would love to have you maid for them. But I hope you decide to stay. I am going got need you more than ever now." Epilogue: Once Ann asked for my help I couldn't leave. In fact, I vowed to her to be the best servant she could ever have and make her life better in anyway that I could. Needless to say, at the time, I didn't realize what that would entail. Never in my life did I realize I would ultimately be a wet nurse, hormonally altered, actually breastfeeding all four children that she had over the years. Eventually, Manny and I also got married and moved into one of the guest houses on a new property that was even bigger than the old one to make room for the Holmes's growing family. I was not only the head maid with a staff of three other maids but also nanny for the children. It is wonderful when you can find your purpose. I have. I always appreciate thoughtful and positive feedback. Feel free to leave a review or contact me at [email protected]