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Subtle and Gentle Transformation
PART 2
By Monica Graz
CHAPTER 8
The day at the office was indeed hectic as most Mondays. Mr. Lewis
required my full attention all morning, the telephone was ringing
constantly and the office girl Millie was beside herself. Lunch time
though came very quickly and as soon as Mr. Lewis departed for a
business lunch, as if by magic, everything got quiet. The phone stopped
ringing and I sent Millie out to get her lunch and buy me a tuna salad.
All of a sudden I remembered Mark. What he was up to? How he was
dressed? Was he busily doing his housework? I felt sinisterly excited
imagining him in a dress and apron working dutifully in the house; I
decided to tease him a bit over the phone.
He picked the cordless phone instantly. He must have been in the laundry
room because I could here the noise of the washing machine.
"Hi darling Marcia, how are you doing with your chores, you are Marcia,
aren't' you?
I smiled to myself as I pictured him blushing all over. "Hi Jess" he
answered timidly, "Yes, I am Marcia and I have been very busy all
morning trying to finish the house and cook a meal before you are back
home this evening."
"Good girl!" I said jokingly and I regretted it instantly in case Mark
was offended. But his reaction was positively cautious.
"I do feel like any housewife today Jess, keeping myself busy with the
various house chores. I am on schedule though and I am about to have a
break for something to eat, I feel peckish all of a sudden.'
"And what you wear, if I may ask, darling Marcia?" I asked in a teasing
mode. I was trying to make him feel as relaxed as possible.
I detected a certain hesitation but he finally said timidly, "I can't
lie to you Jess, I was tempted and I am wearing the maid's uniform we
bought the other day, the blue dress and the matching apron, somehow I
feel it is more appropriated for the kind of work I am doing now."
Well, well I thought, here we go, my Mark is fully revealing himself;
his submissive side is taking over. I thought I shouldn't discourage him
but I couldn't avoid a bit of sarcasm in my voice, "Obviously you feel
more natural in a housemaid's role than a housewife's and I probably
have to accept that as a fact."
I sensed some uncertainty in the other side of the line. Finally I heard
Mark's voice, "You are right Jess, I simply followed my inclination in
that case, I do feel very happy doing my chores dressed as a maid. I
feel so much in piece with myself."
On the spur of the moment I decided to push things a bit further, "I'll
tell you what darling, when I come back this evening I want you to be
fully yourself; what I mean is that I want you to let your imagination
free of any inhibition and allow yourself to be what you would love to
be in an virtual world. You can be Mark or Marcia or a maid or whatever
you think would express you fully."
I felt an excitement in his voice when he answered, "You really mean
that Jess? Because if you mean it I'll probably surprise you positively
or negatively. I am not certain about that though, it could be too risky
for our relations and it could trigger a negative reaction from you."
I realised that we were touching delicate issues and I should be
cautious now. I certainly didn't want to frighten or alienate him.
Fortunately it was easier to say certain things through the phone.
My tone of voice was very positive when I spoke again, "I really and
truly mean this darling, I love to see your other persona, I promise I
won't make you feel awkward, I already explained in all tones to you
during the weekend that I am positively intrigued by your Marcia side so
please darling indulge yourself."
He sounded, definitely more excited now, "All right darling Jess, you
convinced me; in fact you made me feel very positive about the whole
think."
He stopped momentarily and added in a hesitant tone again, "Jess, I have
some extra items that I would like to use like a wig, some makeup, my
breast forms; I keep them all locked in a suitcase at the attic, would
you mind if I prepared my Marcia persona in a more convincing way?"
He was out finally! I convinced Marcia to come out of the closet! I said
encouragingly, "Not at all darling, this is exactly what I meant all
along, I want to see Marcia fully blossomed." I stopped and then added
mischievously, "And I always wondered what was the content of the large
suitcase in the attic. Now I know."
CHAPTER 9
I was panicking as I was getting ready to leave the office. Did I go a
bit too far with Mark? Did I encourage too much his Marcia side? God, I
hope I wasn't going to come face to face with a freaky creature. I read
enough about cross dressers to know they tend to exaggerate and their
appearance is often false and grotesque. I hope he wasn't going to
appear in front of me as a French maid, an icon so popular with
trannies.
I left the office and made a small detour for a stop to the 'domestic
solutions' shop. I wanted to buy something extra for Mark as a present
for his first day as my home- helper but I also wanted to consult a bit
with the sales lady, Susanna I thing her name was.
At this time of day just before closing time the shop was quiet. I found
Susanna in the back. She remembered me instantly and asked me how my
partner enjoyed the aprons we bought the other day. I realised she knew
from the very beginning who was going to wear them.
Soon we were chatting amicably on a first-name basis. I was quite open
with her about Mark's cross-dressing tendencies and his love for
housework. Somehow it was easier to confide to a stranger.
"You will be surprised Jessica how many ladies buy domestic uniforms or
simply aprons for their spouses, the trend is stronger than someone
would expect but not widely publicised." Susanna said happily and
continued, "I definitely think your partner is one of those cases, he
loves to wear feminine clothes and he loves housework; that makes him a
potential housemaid of an excellent value."
I looked at her surprised. In two sentences she assessed Mark most
accurately.
She saw my puzzled look and continued, "In fact you probably have a gem
in your hands Jessica; a person like Mark can be kind, generous, giving
and without the usual macho male ego that most men carry around all
their lives. I would consider you a lucky woman under one condition of
course."
She intrigued me and I asked of course, "And what this condition might
be Susanna?"
"You have to live with a man in skirts, a rather androgynous human
being. Could you accept that?"
I smiled at her and said half jokingly, "I should probably pay you as my
shrink Susanna, I feel like I am in a shrink's couch."
She laughed good heartily, "I am happy to help and of course I increase
the shop's sales, this is good enough for me."
I became serious and said, "To tell you the truth Susanna, it's all new
to me, it emerged only a few days ago but I suspected all along that my
Mark is of a different breed, always kind and calm and soft spoken."
She smiled coyly, "I can tell honey, you are taken by Mark, you like him
a lot or probably you even love him, otherwise you would have rejected
him as soon as he accepted openly his tendencies."
"You are right actually" I answered eagerly, "I love Mark, I simply am
not certain yet how to handle his proclivities. I fully encouraged him
so far but I am scared to go home now and find a grotesque creature
waiting at the door step."
She touched my arm tenderly, "You shouldn't worry Jessica, if I assessed
him right Mark is not going to surprise you negatively, he is too
sensitive for that."
I spontaneously hugged her; I was feeling closer to her now, "I hope you
are right Susanna."
I looked at my watch and said, "Gosh I should be going dear, Mark is
going to wait for me at the door step presumably as nervous as I am."
Then I added, "But I nearly forgot why I came here at first place, I
wanted to buy those two dresses that match the aprons we bought the
other day, the mint green and the pink if I remember well. If Mark is
going to act as a regular housemaid he would certainly need a change of
clothes for his daily chores."
"Come along then, I'll get those dresses for you, it was size 16 if I
remember well."
I bought the dresses and Susanna gave me as her present for Mark a white
half apron, cotton but very pretty with a frill all around.
"He could wear this one in the afternoon after he finishes with the
messy jobs."
As I was about to go she added mischievously, "I could use a maid once a
week or even once a fortnight if you ever think that Mark had enough
time to work outside your own home. It would be a good experience for
him."
I thanked her a bit surprised; Mark hasn't even started his new
'domestic career' and had a work proposition already. I wonder if
Susanna would be willing to pay him or it would be just another case of
a male maid working gratis for a 'Mistress' like the cases I spotted in
the web the other day.
I also noted that Susanna addressed me as Mark's potential employer!
CHAPTER 10
I parked the car and walked nervously towards the house, carrying the
parcel from 'domestic solutions'. I used my key to enter and called
cheerfully, "Marcia darling I am home!"
"Coming Jess," I heard his voice from the kitchen; then, "Please don't
be harsh at me, I tried to look as real as possible. Okay?"
"Don't worry darling, I am prepared for the worst," I answered
truthfully, "And then you can probably offer me a glass of wine, I am
dying for a drink."
I heard the clicking of his shoes as he started walking, he must have
heels on I thought; I only hope to God he is not a French maid!
In seconds he was standing in front of me, a silly smile in his face.
He wasn't a French maid after all; he was a plain ordinary maid and he
looked real, that much I could tell at first glance. I didn't have a man
in drag in front of me I had a plain looking woman wearing a traditional
old fashioned maid's uniform.
All my nervousness has gone and all of a sudden I felt elated. I liked
what I saw. I decided to play along.
I asked him to turn around slowly and I looked more carefully; blue
dress and matching apron, pageboy wig, thick black pantyhose, two inch
black pumps and definitely breast forms. I could see the line of the bra
in his shoulders and back. Then the makeup was very cleverly done. He
must have used a beard concealer that completely eliminated any beard
traces. He added eye makeup, and lipstick. He even used a lip liner, he
certainly have done that many times before.
"Very good Marcia, you look very real, you certainly are experienced
with your make up."
I stopped and then added, "But first things first, run along and get me
a glass of chilled chardonnay and then we can talk."
"Yes Ma'am," he answered like a true maid and rushed to the kitchen.
I watched him as he was walking; shorter steps, slight wiggling of the
back, feminine but not effeminate hand movements; extraordinary! Again
he was moving like a woman, not a man in drag. His Marcia persona was
indeed very real.
He came back in a couple of minutes carrying a glass of wine in a small
tray. He offered it to me and he slightly curtseyed. He was playing the
maid's role to perfection.
He moved a few steps back as I installed myself in the couch sipping
happily my wine.
What now? I thought. Am I going to play the Mistress/maid game or I'll
try and talk to him in a more normal manner?
He solved that problem by sitting in a chair opposite me as he started
talking, "So what you think Jess, how do I look? I seriously hope that
you are not offended and alienated by me and my looks." His voice was
serious and he wanted reassurance.
"So this is your preferred role Marcia, being a maid?"
He became a bit defensive but in a controlled way, "It is indeed my
preferred role, but I only followed your advice since you told me to be
absolutely free and be myself. That doesn't mean that I became
automatically a maid for the rest of my life. We have a life together
and I will respect whatever your opinion is Jess."
He stopped and added in haste before I had the chance to answer, "My
first priority is to be with you, I value you so much, I certainly
wouldn't even dream to do something that would jeopardise our
relationship."
Poor Mark, was genuinely worried that I might reject him. I certainly
didn't have such an intention, I remembered Susanna's words, 'people
like Mark are rare to find and can be real gems in the house'.
"Come here Maid, at once!" I said in a mockingly severe tone.
He approached the couch with a silly slightly uncomfortable smile and
sat next to me, fixing his skirt as he sat. I felt all of a sudden an
erotic feeling overtaking me. Marcia the maid was an object of desire
for me. It was weird, I couldn't explain it logically and yet it was
happening.
"Now then," I said decidedly, "When you are dressed as a maid you will
be simply called 'Maid', when you are in your girly clothes you will be
'Marcia' and of course you will always be my Mark in your boy persona."
He looked adoringly at me as I started caressing his breasts covered
modestly by the dress and apron bib. "You like your 'imitation breasts'
darling don't you?" I asked innocently and I continued rather more
assertively, "Who knows, probably one day you might like to get your
own, you know how it is, female hormones etc."
A frightened look crossed his face, I probably went too far teasing him,
I added hastily, "I am only joking darling; you don't have to worry
about permanent changes in your body, after all it is your body and I am
not going to dictate to you what to do, I love you very much to do such
a think to you."
"Oh Jess, you make me so happy!" he answered with a passion I wasn't
aware he possessed, "I adore you, I feel so close to you at the moment,
I couldn't imagine losing you Jess, please don't ever leave me, I would
be totally devastated!"
My God, he was acting so emotionally, I should try to calm him down but
I wanted at the same time to give him some sort of reassurance. "You
shouldn't talk like this darling Marcia; how could I abandon you, you
belong to me now and I can't see how I could abandon one of my
possessions, because this is what you are now one of my possessions."
He became very excited with my last words, I could see it in his eyes,
they were the eyes of a loving dog. I was frightened by the authority
and power I could impose on him but at the same time I liked it as well.
It was a totally new feeling for me, some inner tendency that I wasn't
aware was part of my personality. Mark's submissive nature and attitude
was able to bring it to the surface and I somehow I wasn't rejecting it.
I thought I should lighten the atmosphere; it was full of emotions mixed
with a barely hidden eroticism. I said lightly, "enough of that esoteric
conversation Maid, lets have something to eat, all of a sudden I am
starving."
He responded immediately with a 'yes Ma'am' and started towards the
kitchen as I added softly, "And if you are a good girl I'll give you
your presents from 'Domestic Solutions', one of them is a present from
the sales lady Susannah, remember her?"
"Oh, how nice of her, of course I remember her; how could I forget the
lady who suggested this wonderful outfit I wear now. And of course I
thank you Jess; you shouldn't spoil me like this." He answered in an
expectant manner.
I simply answered, "Don't thank me dear; it's only some extra working
outfits for you."
CHAPTER 11
One month later...
"Have you been busy with any projects recently Marcia darling?" I asked
casually as we were sipping our coffee leisurely on a Sunday morning.
He looked at me rather worried. It took him a bit of time to answer. I
had the chance to look at him again. In a month he has changed quite
drastically and all the changes happened with no push or any other
influence from me. Everything was his own initiative. The 'carte
blanche' I gave him a month ago was still standing.
He was dressed with his casual girly clothes, a blouse and skirt outfit,
pantyhose, sensible shoes and light makeup. He wasn't having a wig on;
the last couple of weeks he was trying to fix his own hair, not very
successfully I must say, which was getting longer.
He put his magazine down and said, "I never lied to you Jess, I won't
lie to you now. I haven't done a single new project the past month, only
finishing touches and answering e-mail questions for a couple of my old
clients,. I am not certain if it is the general economic climate or me.
I'll be frank again with you; I haven't being trying hard to get new
projects ever since my Marcia period started. I was and still am too
immersed in investigating and developing my new feminine persona."
He stopped, looked at me with his worried look and continued, "I hope
you don't mind darling that we rely on your money to survive at the
moment, you said repeatedly the past few weeks that I shouldn't worry
about money."
I realised instantly that a guilt feeling was developing on him and
decided to stop it there and then.
"Of course I don't mind, don't be silly," I answered rather abruptly and
I continued, "The reason I ask you is because I have being thinking of
offering you a job outside this house!"
My last sentence certainly took him by surprise and he looked at me
suspiciously. He said in a rather panicky mode, "What do you mean Jess,
what kind of work; I am not prepared for a full time job at the moment,
I..."
"Please, don't jump to conclusions Marcia; just hear me out for a few
minutes dear, okay?"
He agreed with his eyes and I continued, "You know that I work for a
Solicitors' Firm 'Lewis and Partners', I am the right hand of the big
boss Mr. Peter Lewis as his executive secretary and assistant. He
recently told me that he wants a computer whiz to organise in electronic
form all the valuable archives of the Firm that go back nearly two
hundred years. Some of the old documents are of great value and have to
be preserved and opened to Scholars; in fact he gets a special European
Union grant to accomplish the task."
I stopped to catch my breath and I realised that I had Mark's full
attention now. "And it is obvious that I thought of you for the job, you
are the perfect candidate and guess what; you can work in the office as
Marcia, how about that?"
He nearly dropped his coffee mug as he heard my last sentence, "But how
can I do that Jess, I'll be very obvious as Marcia in a professional
environment, a total travesty in its full meaning!"
"Let me finish please," I said reassuringly to him. "I prepared the
ground for Marcia up to a point." I continued as I gained his full
attention again.
"I simply said to Mr. Lewis that I know a computer expert who could do
the job very efficiently who happens to be a transsexual in a pro-
operational transition period. He is very familiar with transsexuals
since our office in numerous occasions handled their paper work, change
of name by deed poll etc."
Mark jumped again, "But I am not a transsexual Jess I am simply a cross
dresser, a trannie who loves to wear frocks and aprons occasionally. We
can't lie like that."
"We don't really lie Marcia," I answered emphasising the name, "I simply
said that you are someone who re-examines his preferred role in the
society, I never said that you are going to go all the way and become a
woman. A transsexual can be all his life a man dressed as a female
permanently or occasionally. This is what you are the past month, isn't
it darling Marcia?"
He looked at me puzzled, I was a bit sarcastic and ironical in my last
phrase but I did it deliberately, I wanted to corner him a bit, he
couldn't pretend that after a whole month of being Marcia everything was
as normal as before. I had to admit that I was revaluing my relationship
with Mark/Marcia. I was enormously fond of him, I was even happy with
our day to day life including sex, but I couldn't see him completely as
Mark anymore.
He was blushing all over as he answered to me, "I guess you are right
Jess, I shouldn't pretend that everything is as it was before, I am not
the same person anymore and probably you are not as well." He stopped
and looked at me worryingly, "I only hope that your attitude towards me
hasn't changed and you are still happy sharing a house with me and you
still want to be my partner."
He needed moral support, I approached him and gave him a strong hug and
a kiss, "You smell nice Marcia, have you being using my perfume again?"
I said jokingly just to break the tension.
He gave me one of his sweet smiles, "Just a tiny bit, Jess, you know me
I don't want to become a tart."
We both laughed at this remark and I continued, "Let me explain a bit
more about this job option. It is going to be part time, say either four
hours per day or three days a week, that can be finalised after you
start working there."
I looked at him mischievously, "After all I don't want to lose my maid ,
you have to be able to look after the house as well and I want my cooked
food, you became very proficient in the kitchen lately."
He was pleased about that; I could see the tension was over and
curiosity took over again. "Let me tell you a bit about the office; we
are only three people working full time, Mr Lewis of course, me and the
office girl Millie. You are going to love her she is very witty, she is
about 22. The office employs several outside free lancing associates of
course, they go to the Courts and represent the Firm on various
occasions but they basically work from their own premises. Mr. Lewis
firmly believes that the office staff should be kept at a minimum level
and the free lancing associates can increase or decrease according to
the work load."
He was all eager for more so I continued, "And of course we have a part
time cleaning lady the formidable Mrs. Atkins, Gladys is her name, such
an old fashioned name. She is of a certain age, in her early sixties
probably, but she is very good at her work and strong as an ox. I think
you will get on very well with her. She comes on Monday and Thursday
between three and six in the afternoon. You will certainly meet her, I
am sure you will love her working outfit, a very old fashioned looking
smock/overall covering her street clothes, a piece of clothing
housewives were using in the fifties and sixties. She is a competent
seamstress and saws most of her clothes like our grand mothers used to
do."
He liked the description of Mrs Atkins overall, probably he was keen on
wearing one himself; I could see it in his eyes. He spoke again, "But I
can't' imagine Mrs. Atkins to be kind to a transsexual person like me,
she will think I am a freak."
Interesting I thought, Mark called himself a transsexual for the fist
time, his mind was moving forward as we were speaking. I simply added,
"You are right there Marcia darling, Mrs Atkins will be the only one in
the office who has to think that you are a genuine girl, she is too
conservative for anything else. But Mr. Lewis and Millie will know the
truth; after all you will be spending lots of time with Millie."
Then I added, "And of course the most important thing is that no one in
the office will have to know our relationship and the fact that we live
together. I keep my private life completely out of my professional
activities. They will simply know that you are someone that I
recommended for the job and that's about it. In the office environment
I'll be your boss strictly speaking, you will get your guidelines from
me, Mr Lewis is avoiding mixing directly with the staff and he prefers
to leave that task to me."
He was genuinely interested now, "I guess it can work Jess, it is of
course very intriguing for me, it is a cross dressers dream to come 'out
of the closet' and mix in the everyday world in his preferred role in
life. You must know me well enough by now to understand that yourself."
"I do indeed Marcia; this is why I suggested that job to you. I also
think you need a way out from your current phase. You can't spend a
whole day at home playing maid or housewife, sooner or later you will be
bored, you need human interaction and the office environment can offer
that to you."
I saw a hurt look in his eyes, "Sorry darling, I didn't mean to be rude,
you are doing a great job in the house, it never looked better or
cleaner, I never felt so pampered in my life before, but we have to
think in practical terms, you have to do something else as well,
something close to your skills. And of course you will have plenty of
time to catch up with your housework and other house activities. You
will feel how the average woman of your age feels all over the world,
having to cope with an outside work and looking after the house
simultaneously, it will be good for you."
He fully accepted my argument by simply saying, "You are right Jess, I
have to move on and your job offer is very intriguing and of course I'll
be able to make some money again and contribute towards our expenses."
"That is not my worry at the moment Marcia, you will certainly make some
money but you can start saving since my income is more than enough for
us to survive comfortably." I said that in a slightly haughty manner but
he didn't seem to mind it.
"But there are some practical matters we have to tackle before you start
working; I'll book you to go to a beauty shop for a mild makeover, small
things to improve your looks, like fixing your hair which is long enough
to a more feminine style, shape your eyebrows, learn some makeup hints
etc. Then we have to do some shopping, more working clothes, nothing
very fancy, no power suits or anything like that, just clothes for the
working girl, some more skirts, tops and a couple of dresses probably?"
He was excited, I could tell, the prospect of the makeover, plus new
clothes, a dream coming true for any trannie.
He looked at me, gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you Jess for being so
supportive, I sincerely don't know what I could do without your help.
Probably I would continue to be a frustrated transvestite hiding behind
closed doors, not daring to face the real world."
"Don't thank me darling, I simply saw your proclivities and decided to
go along with them." I looked at him and added, "I don't know why I go
along and help you, I simply don't, probably some other woman would have
reacted differently. But then again I am not any other woman, I am Jess
and I love my darling feminine boy Marcia."
He came and hugged me; I gently pushed him back and said in a business
manner, "Now, let's make a timetable. Shall we say that you start work
two weeks from tomorrow Monday? You have two weeks to improve your looks
and learn how to be a working girl outside this house!"
To be continued...
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