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My job was wearing me down. I was the 38-year-old CEO, majority shareholder and founder of a large corporation I had millions to my name. I had every material thing a guy could want. I had servants, I had the fear of subordinates, I had power, but I wasn't happy. I needed to serve others. It was in my blood for a long time. I loved it when I was young and at the bottom of the working world. I loved to do the menial stuff, but I got a bright idea along the way and started a company. I was shocked when it took off and even more shocked when it stayed there. The only thing driving me in life was my denial of what I was. I over achieved because I wanted to deny to myself that I really wanted to be at the bottom of the social class system. Occasionally, the side of me that wanted to be at the bottom won out. Despite my occasionally attempts at tanking my company, it never went down. It just got stronger and my position at the top grew more entrenched. I decided that I wanted to take a week and be myself. I was going to work as a female cleaner. I had made arraignments at a clinic that specialized in feminizing men through prosthetics and other means. Much wasn't needed because I had girlish features, but I didn't want to be recognizable. It was something I felt I needed to do for myself. How else would I ever know if what I dreamt off and fantasized about was really as good as I thought it was? I had a hard time convincing myself to go through with it. I knew what I was. I knew for a long time. I was more than someone who wanted to be at the bottom of social ladder. I wanted to be a girl at the bottom. I always envied girls because of their clothes. I was more attracted to their clothes than I was to them. I was torn between wanting to bed them and wanting to be them. I was never sure which thought was really driving my attraction. However, I knew that I wanted to be like them in almost every way. That's not permitted though. I had to fight those thoughts I was told indirectly at every possible turn. They were unnatural. Masculinity is a gift, the feminine were not our equals and thus not something we could emulate. They could be like us, but we couldn't be like them. If you let your feminine side out, you are a queer. The world looks at you that way. I fought it. I over compensated. I walked like John Wayne, I spit, I cursed like a trucker, and I watched sports. Societal scorn breeds denial. Denial breeds self-repression. I became more masculine in my behavior, but it was a cheap imitation of masculinity. I was never really that which I hated. I hated my maleness and hated others. It kept me from the femininity I knew I needed and belonged with. Now, that repressive side was submerged by my mental exhaustion. I had long embraced some aspects of femininity. I cross-dressed around the home. I would occasionally wear panties or hosiery and a bra to work underneath my suit. My walk had become decidedly more girlish over the years because of my cross-dressing at home when my servants were dismissed for the day. Yet, going out in public as a woman was incredibly different from dressing around the house. Not only that, but I was planning to get cosmetic enhancements to change my appearance that would take special applications to undo, so I'd be even more girlish than I already was. My better judgment screamed, "Don't do it!' But my libido directed me. I made the announcement that I was taking a week long vacation abroad. I put my VP in charge and set up the transformation and my new life. I left my home for the clinic in a limo. The limo dropped me off, and I walked towards the building that discretely advertised what it was being used for. I took my bags inside and signed in under an assumed name. The staff directed my to my room where I would rest while I was transformed. The first thing that was done to me was body hair removal. I didn't have much except in my armpits and on my legs. They removed every inch of my hair beneath my neck and rubbed my body with lotion to soften my skin. I felt pampered and feminine as they worked my body. Next, they brought me in for a skin dye. I was stood up in a shower and a dye was worked into my skin. I watched my pasty skin color get covered by the black coloring. After 15 minutes, the staff washed the dye from my skin and I was left with a caramel tone. The treatment helped change my self-perception. I divorced myself from my CEO self at that moment because as long as my skin tone was so different, I knew I could not return to my position. After I ate a late lunch, they then took me to get prosthetics made. I was given a fake nose first. They made a mold and painted it to match my skin tone before they affixed it to my face with a special adhesive that was permanent without the use of a particular solvent. It would have to be cut off otherwise. They then did the same with a chin prosthesis. They gave me a mirror. I saw the feminine, Hispanic face staring back at me. She looked to be in her mid 30's. My naturally boyish features helped to make me look younger as a woman as well. The woman working on me said, "You look very girlish." I shrugged as if I was indifferent to how I looked. In truth, that was what I wanted to hear. I already had a round face, narrow chin and high cheekbones. The nose and chin were finishing physical touches. The woman made me up a pair of breast next and affixed them to my body. I smiled at the c-cups and was amazed as she made them appear to be attached to my body. There was no marking to indicate where they ended and my skin began. I felt more confident with them on. Every change that was made took me farther away from my maleness and there was almost nowhere I was prepared to go to get away from it. The woman finished up with a prosthetic vagina. She smiled as she moved my hardened penis out of the way. As she finished attaching the vagina, she positioned my penis so that I could pee through my vagina. I smiled at the thought of sitting to pee for a whole week. I had done it before, but, now, it wouldn't be discretionary. I was ready for the next transformation, but they told me it was dinnertime. I hadn't realized how long the process had really taken. I wasn't going to be worked on further to tomorrow. I ate quickly and headed for my room dressed in pink robe because my male shirt no longer fit me. I went into my bathroom and smiled contently as I peed sitting down through my vagina. I would have watched had my breast not been in the way. After wiping myself, I caught my look in the mirror of the bathroom. I looked like some sort of freak. A half man, half woman. I had the facial appearance of a woman, but I had my short, male haircut. I had my tan skin, but I had blue eyes that stuck out like a sore thumb. I looked below my neck and felt more at ease with myself. Nothing there showed anything other than a woman. With that thought in my mind, I went to my bed and turned on the TV and anxiously awaited my further transformations that I would experience in the morning. I turned off the TV after a while, and just kept running my hands down my smooth body with all the right curves for once before I feel asleep. After breakfast the next morning, I was taken in for dental work. I had requested that my dazzling white veneers be removed to give me a smile befitting a poor woman. The dentist smiled as he removed them and said, "Don't you know how discolored and damaged your natural teeth are?" I said, "Yes," as best I could with hands in my mouth. When he finished, I was led to an optometrist. The man sized my eyes for the brown contacts I wanted. I figured the color would look more proper on me. After a long wait, the man eventually gave me a couple of pairs of them. I placed them in my eyes as I looked in the mirror. My eyes lost their masculine touches and looked more deliciously feminine than they had ever been in my life. I checked my smile and laughed. Now, every time I looked in the mirror I got to see a different smile. It was mine. The one I had hidden behind artificial coverings. My yellowed, slightly chipped teeth stared back at me and showed me a poor girl's smile that was my own. After lunch, they took me to get extensions. I watched as each lock was attached one by one before they were all colored changing my light brown hair to a dark brown color that bordered on black. My eyebrows too were dyed and thinned. As I saw my completely new reflection, I smiled as I looked in the mirror. There was nothing there anymore to indicate I was anything more than a woman. Once they gave me my fake Green card, they directed me to a cleaning agency they owned that provided temporary workers for companies. They tested my cleaning skills. I was proficient. I had been training for that test for years. My domestics often marveled how clean my house stayed. I was sure they knew I was doing the extra work, but they never dared to say a word about it. I bought uniforms from the company. They were all the same. Grey dresses with a white apron. I also bought the required soft, white sneakers. We were permitted to wear tights if we wanted. I certainly would. I'd do anything to make me feel feminine. I was in heaven as I held my official uniform for the first time. I couldn't wait to wear it. The subservience and inferiority the uniform screamed drove my senses wild. I found out my cleaning assignment for the next day. I was assigned to my old business. I knew it was a client of the cleaning company, but what the hell were the odds! They needed a cleaning lady for the week, so I was going to be sent. Still, I wanted to go there. While it was the place I most feared exposure, it was the place I would most feel my new place in life. I would be beneath my employees in the role considered the lowest by the executives. I would go from the top to the bottom of my own company in a short period. How many people can ever claim to have done that? Although, to be fair, I don't know how many would actually want to. I was then directed to the apartment they were providing for me in a heavily Hispanic area of the city. It was a poor neighborhood where I'd fit right in as Lupe Valenzuela, they said. I loved my new name and new identity. I was going from the privileged to a group often maligned during criticisms of the larger illegal immigration problem. I traveled to my apartment by a taxi the Clinic provided. I looked at the cab from through the building's front, glass door. I looked down at the floral top I was wearing and the pastel orange skirt over my legs. I made the short trip from the building to the cab without turning a single head. I smiled at the thought of passing for a woman at least for a little bit. When I arrived at my apartment, I took my bags up to my floor. I opened the door and looked around at it. There was a small single bedroom, tiny kitchen and bathroom. There was a small eating area and a decent size living room given the apartment's small size. The place looked like it hadn't been worked on for years. The heating system was clearly from before the 70's. The walls had chipped paint. The kitchen and bathroom floors were cheap linoleum. The living room and bedroom both had shag carpet from the 80's. Everything was old, the opposite of my home. There were tube TV's in the bedroom and living room. The appliances were at least from the 80's as well. If it wasn't for the run down condition of everything, I would have thought I had stepped back in time when I entered the apartment. It was not suitable for a CEO, but it suited Lupe the cleaning lady fine. I unpacked my stuff in the closet and dresser the Clinic provided for me. I then decided to go out into the evening and pick up some supplies. I walked out of my apartment without incident. It was getting dark so no one could see my face clearly as I made my way to a shop a block over. I entered the small market and paid an obscenely high amount for the food. The shop was well lit, but the young clerk didn't give me a second look. I left the shop and hurried back to my apartment as the evening sky grew darker. After I got back and made dinner, I spent the rest of the night working on my accent. I had been working on it for years, but I was trying to get it perfect. I worked on my walk. I couldn't afford a slip up. I had kept my accent going at that point for two full days without slipping into my normal talking style. I kept reinforcing it in my mind before I went to bed, 'I'm Lupe, I'm Lupe. I'm Lupe the cleaning lady.' The next day, I was scheduled to work the morning and afternoon shift. I awoke and ate a quick breakfast. I put on a shower cap and hopped into the moldy apartment shower. I cleaned up the stubble from my legs and arm pits with a razor. I dried myself off and went back into my bedroom. I put on a pair of black tights. I rolled them slowly up my leg careful to enjoy their silky feel on my smooth skin. I then walked over to my closet. I pulled a uniform out. I held it in my hands for a moment as I thought about what I was doing. I had not tried it on since I had got it. I wanted to wait until I'd wear it for a day of work to see how it felt on me. I unbuttoned the dress before I put on my bra over my breast forms. I stepped into the grey dress and buttoned it up my front. I stared down at the hem of the dress that danced at my knee caps. I put on my apron and finished off the ensemble with the white sneakers. I walked back into the cramped bathroom. I looked in the vanity mirror as I put on my makeup after I tied my hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. I put on eyeliner and lipstick. I evened out my newly darkened skin tone with cosmetics and penciled in my plucked eyebrows. I grabbed my plain black purse and headed for the apartment door. I locked up and headed out into the world as the world's richest cleaning lady. I headed out of the building and towards the subway station. This was the first time in years I hadn't taken a limo to work. Before that I'd driven. I hadn't taken the subway in years. Now, I was back to public transportation like those that can't afford to drive. I put my subway pass and waited for my train in the packed, hot station. I looked around at the human sea that surrounded me. I saw the casually dressed mixed in with those in business attire. None of them paid any attention to me. I was just a face in the crowd of lower societal standing than any of them. I got onto the train car when it came. I looked around at the mass of people on the train. No one gave me a second look. Not even the ones who were right up against me. I knew that I was as passable as I thought I was, at least among those who didn't know me. I exited the subway and walked quickly towards my building. I stopped as I got near it. I looked up at my building with a sense of dread I'd never known before. My stomach clenched as I looked at the building's stone fa?ade. I walked passed the entrance I had always used. That door was reserved for clients and those employees that the job wanted to be seen by the public. I was not in that group for the time being. I knew my new place. I walked around the corner and stared up at the words engraved into the stone fa?ade, 'Servant's entrance.' My little manhood grew quite excited as my mind processed those enchanting words. I was entering an door that was separate from my usual one and clearly deemed unequal. Racial discrimination was in the past, but class discrimination lives on. I was now among the bottom of society after so long among the elite. The last time I exited that building I was the boss of all bosses in that building. Now, I wasn't even deemed good enough to enter through the front door. The words kept dancing in my head, "Servant's entrance.' The words conveyed inequality; with the former word driving home the point. Servant's had their own entrance. Servant's have a separate existence. Servants are not good enough to enter with the rest. I was not the equal of my former employees. I took a deep breath and headed for the door towards a new world. I opened the door and saw a security guard standing there. I'd never seen him before. I'd never seen this part building before either. The old building was made in the grandeur of the beginning of the prior century. It was all gilded, stunning and ornately decorated with stone carvings. Not this entrance however. It was all simple cement and felt decidedly raw by comparison. I introduced myself as Lupe, the new cleaning lady. He checked with his bosses, and I was cleared to go. I was taken into a room and an ID card was designed for me. As I waited for the picture they took of me to get put on the card, I was greeted by Lisa. Lisa was in charge of the cleaning women and maintenance staff. She was a pretty, young girl. Big brown eyes, long brown hair, long legs. She was perfection. My male side wanted to do her, but my female side dominated me at the moment, so I more wanted to be her. After we exchanged pleasantries, she brought me into her office to tell me my responsibilities. "Okay, Lupe," she said, "You're assigned to cleaning the bathrooms today." "Which ones?" I asked. "All of them. Just work from the top of the building down and you'll get them all." I nodded subserviently to her. She was my first boss in decades and she was significantly younger than I was. I was excited by it. That and the fact that she hadn't indicated that she thought I was a man, much less one worth multiple times what she was. I smiled as she told me about the company. She said, "We expect our housekeeping staff to be prompt, diligent, and courteous. Is that a problem?" "No, Ma'am," I said to the young girl. She smirked at my statement. She was clearly uncomfortable being called Ma'am by an older person. She continued, "You were hired to clean. If anyone asks you to do that job, I expect you to do so without question. Is that clear?" I nodded. She smiled and said I could get started as soon as my ID was ready. I instantly became anxious to get the ID. I really was concerned about my assignment since the top executives worked at the top of the building. I was going to be among those I most associated with first. Lisa led me back into the room where my ID was being created. The man working the machine handed me my new workplace Identification Card. I read the job description, "Office Cleaner." It made me want to squeal. The man pulled me out from my giddiness and led me to the cleaning supplies. As I looked at the supplies, he pointed me towards the elevator. I wheeled out a cart full of cleaning supplies towards the elevator. I stepped in and pressed the button for the highest floor. As I was transported up to where I had worked so long, my stomach fluttered. 'Could I really pull it off', I wondered. 'Would they know? Could they?' Hell, I had hard time recognizing myself in the mirror. 'How could they?', I wondered. The doors opened on the top floor. I saw my secretary, Daphne. She was the only one on the floor. The only thing up there was my office, the boardroom, and the corresponding bathrooms. I hesitated before I walked towards her. If anyone would know who I was, it would be her. Daphne always examined me. She was polite and served all my business needs. She intimated that I could exploit my position further, but I've seen too many lawsuits to do anything. However, the thought that I could was driving me nuts as I walked towards her. I could have slept with this beautiful woman and, now, I was walking past her in a dress. Instead of getting a blow job from that petite, dirty blonde haired girl, I was moving towards her in an apron. I pushed my cart past Daphne's desk. I couldn't believe how excited it got me to think of her working behind a desk while I was pushing a cleaning cart. She was above me in the hierarchy. Well, at least the me that people were seeing. I glanced at my secretary as I walked past her. She briefly raised her eyes to me and went about ignoring my presence. She didn't give a second look. I could have exploded with sexual bliss at that moment. I wasn't the powerful CEO she felt the need to please, I was simply the lowly cleaning girl unworthy of being acknowledged. I went into my office first. Everything looked the way it did when I left it. Everything except me. I checked myself in my mirror and felt an instant sexual rush. I was standing in my own office in grey dress. I was in my executive suite wearing an apron. I was there in women's sneakers and tights. I had walked in without even being noticed by my always attentive secretary. I felt giddy as I walked towards my bathroom with the knowledge that I was the help. I pulled out the toilet cleaner and scrub brush and got to work. As I scrubbed the toilet that I alone used and would probably be fired for using now, I really began to feel my place. It helped to ground me and accept what I had done to myself. I wasn't the majority owner and CEO anymore. I was Lupe the cleaning lady. Instead of my presence instilling fear, I'd be ignored by my workers. I cleaned off the sink next and finished up by taking the mop out of the bathroom closet and cleaning the floors. I dragged the mop slowly across the floor my bathroom. The lemony smelling cleaner I insisted be used on my floor made me want to cum, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk getting caught, and I didn't feel worthy of doing such a deed in the bathroom of such a powerful man. That's how I began to see it. I wasn't the CEO. I was Lupe. After I finished cleaning it, I closed the bathroom door behind me and pushed the cart out of what had long been my office. I pushed my cleaning cart past my secretary and into the bathroom next to the boardroom. I again cleaned the toilets, the sinks and mopped the floor. I had never been in the bathroom before. It wasn't anything I didn't expect. It was nicely maintained. Clean and expensively adorned. As I finished I heard a knock behind me. It was Daphne. She looked down at me and said, "Do you speak English?" I nodded in reply. She said flatly, "I split my coffee next to my desk, do you think you can clean it up?" I smiled and nodded. I finished in the bathroom and headed towards her desk. I saw the spill on the rug. I got down on my knees and began to scrub it. I rubbed the cleaner into the rug hard as I heard Daphne typing away. Not long ago I was ordering her about, now, I was cleaning up her mess, literally. I could see her grey, 4-inch heels beneath the desk as I cleaned. I struggled to contain my excitement as I kept scrubbing. I kept scrubbing well after the rug was clean as I enjoyed the smell of the cleaner and the sight of Daphne's stocking covered ankles and heeled feet. She was as close to me as she ever was before, but she was never more out of reach. She would go for a CEO, but she'd never go for a sissy, cleaning lady. I was no longer good enough for her. The thought brought a smile to my face as I finished up. I put my cleaners back onto the cart and starting pushing it towards the elevator. I got in and descended to a floor occupied by many more people. I kept telling myself to just ignore the others. They were not my subordinates. I wasn't most of theirs' either, but I wasn't in their class, let alone above them anymore. I pushed my cleaning cart out of the elevator and past a number of people I had daily discussions with as CEO. They didn't give me more than a glancing look. They just looked up saw the uniform and got back to work. I knew I was beneath them now. Their reactions reinforced it. I couldn't help but have my tucked away member engorge. Dave, my Vice President walked right towards me. He walked in a regal, tailored suit and designer shoes. I walked in my polyester uniform and white, soft-soled sneakers. He looked at me for a second as I pushed my cart towards him before his eyes moved away from me. I smiled as I got passed him. 'He doesn't know!' I thought triumphantly. It was at that moment that every fear of exposure was gone. I was as unidentifiable to them as I was to myself. I entered the ladies room and started to clean the toilets. I heard two women enter. They were talking about Dave. They saw me cleaning the toilets but continued chatting as they entered adjacent stalls. They acted as if my presence didn't matter to their conversations. Of course it didn't, but I was surprised they would talk about their boss when a stranger was around. I guess they didn't think I understood English well. They made some digs at him. I wasn't happy about that, but I was in no position to do anything about it. The company would be much more likely to get rid of me than one of those women. They were skilled, trained women, and I was employed to do menial tasks. I finished up in the ladies room and went into the men's room. I put up a sign keeping the men out as I cleaned it up. By the time I finished, Chris, one of my executives, was waiting at the door impatiently. As I walked towards the door, he blew past me and towards the urinal. I smirked and walked out the door. I went down floor-by-floor and cleaned each bathroom. By the time I cleaned the servant's bathroom in the secluded area on the ground floor, I needed to go myself. I sat on a toilet in that office for the first time that wasn't the one in my executive suite. Everything about it was different. Mine was cushioned and pristine, while this one was hard and yellowed. I flushed and then scrubbed the toilet clean again. After that, I reported back to Lisa. She looked bored as she glanced up at me. I saw the MBA on the wall. She was probably one of those idealistic young kids who never thought they'd end up doing a job they were highly over qualified for. I could understand her lack of interest in her job. She told me to take a garbage can and clean all of the waste paper baskets out. I nodded and got to work. I took the grey garbage can from the storeroom and wheeled it towards the elevator. I went back up to the top floor and worked my way down again. I started by cleaning out my secretary's basket. She looked at me briefly as I exited the elevator again. She then went back to work. As I emptied her basket, I saw her reading a report for Dave. I had leant her to him as an accessory to help him run the company in my absence. I reentered the elevator when I finished. I looked back at my secretary. She looked back as my office door swung open. I saw someone start to exit it as the elevator doors closed. That got my interest. I wondered who was poking around my office. Why would they? I didn't keep anything of value in it. I didn't have any company secrets there. I wondered if Dave was using my office. That would be okay, I supposed. Still, I didn't like my privacy being invaded, but again I was in no position to do anything about it. I wasn't the boss, I was the help. That thought put a smile on my face. As I emptied baskets on the next floor, I overheard Chris talking to one of the women from the bathroom. As they flirted, the women asked about me. Not me Lupe, but me the CEO. I was intrigued. Chris told her to go on. She asked, "So what is he gay?" Chris answered, "I don't know. I always thought he was a fag, but you can't say anything to him about it. You just grit your teeth and pretend you respect that sissy." I wanted to bitch slap him. He was in my inner circle at work. Well, he was before. When I came back, he was going to the curb. I wondered if others felt that way. Was I the object of ridicule? Did everyone think I was this mincing sissy pretending to be a man? I wondered if every one knew what I thought was a secret. Karen, another executive, overheard them and interjected. She defended me as a fair boss. She respected me, she said. I instantly liked her more than I ever had before. I listened as she continued, "I don't think he's gay, but what does it matter. He's a good man. He's more than a little effeminate, but that make's him good to work for. He understands us." I really couldn't help but agree with her assessment of me. Chris had a typically male retort. He called her a 'Fag Hag.' Karen shook her head and walked away. I really began to think at that moment that I had an eventual sexual harassment, discrimination, or sexual orientation discrimination lawsuit on my hands. Chris was going to cost the company money some time going forward. I just hoped I could stop it before it got to that. It took me nearly half the day before I ran into another cleaning lady. Shortly after I finished a quick lunch on my feet, Lorena introduced herself to me. Her think accent made it difficult for me to understand her, but as I got to know her better I began to understand her. I told her about what I heard Chris say. She knew whom I was talking about. She said he'd given her dirty glances in the past. I could see why. She was an attractive, young woman. She was tan skinned, with auburn hair and big eyes with high cheekbones. The accent made her talking seem cute to me, and probably Chris. However, she would be just a sex toy for him. We exchanged a laugh at his expense and parted ways. As the day drew to a close, I felt as if I could collapse from my aching body. Every part of me hurt. It was the feeling that accompanied a hard day's work. I hadn't felt it in so long. I clocked out and headed back to the subway. I was too tired to even look around at my fellow passengers. I exited at my stop and headed for my tiny apartment. I drew the door open and quickly locked it behind me. I wandered into my kitchen. I was tired. I didn't want to cook, but I needed to eat. When I finished with dinner, I hit the couch and felt beaten. Despite my tiredness and pain, I felt more satisfied than I had in as long as I could remember. I eagerly awaited the next day. The following day at work, I ran into Chris. As I was cleaning a window on his floor, he pulled me aside and told me to clean up a coffee spill on his floor. I told him I needed to finish the window first, but he physically pulled me by the wrist. I felt pained and humiliated to be manhandled by this lout in a public place. He looked me in the eyes and said, "You clean that up, girl, or I'll call INS. Comprende?" I nodded with a stunned look on my face. He made full use of his larger size by standing next to me in an imposing manner. I felt weak next to him. I was no match for him. He was a man and I was, well, I'm not quite sure what I was at that moment. I knew I wasn't a man, but my manhood told me I wasn't a woman either. On another level, I was truly horrified by Chris. He was always so polite to me. Chris was everything I hated in the men I had dealt with before I became successful. Still, his condescending and threatening tone excited me for reasons I didn't want to understand. In my heart of hearts, I didn't want to know why being manhandled and disrespected made me so horny. I went back to my cleaning cart and grabbed my supplies. I cleaned the spill like I had the day before off of Daphne's carpet. Only this time, Chris watched me. He watched as I scrubbed the carpet. I glanced at him and saw that he seemed to be enjoying it. I began to shake. I wondered if he knew. My arms felt weak as I scrubbed the floor in compliance with his directions. As I finished I stood up. Chris moved towards me. I stepped back, but he was on me quick. I figured he knew about me, but then his hand was on my waist. I wasn't hot. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Why was he taking an interest in me? He let me know. "So, little Mexicana, like cleaning the rug of such a big, important American?" I went to respond, but he put his fingers to my lip and said, "Shh, women don't speak unless spoken to in America. Did the agency tell you anything about the special benefits you're supposed to provide?" Now, having read the contract with the cleaning company I knew there were none. However, I also knew what he wanted. It repulsed me. I started to back peddle, but his hands were all over me. He had me against the wall and started forcing me towards my knees when a knock was heard on his door. He released me. He winked and said, "I've got to get this. Get on out of here. We'll finish up sometime later." I nodded and rushed towards the door. Dave looked at my concerned face. He looked angrily at Chris. I began to realize I wasn't the first cleaning lady for Chris. He was a repeat offender. He was just a horny guy ready to do anyone. I wondered how Lorena had avoided becoming one of them. I left Chris's office and headed for Dave's. I decided to clean it while he was talking with Chris. I dusted off the desk of my successor. Dave came in as I was vacuuming up. He looked at me with worried eyes. He asked, "What did Chris ask you to do?" "He didn't say, but he was pushing me towards my knees." "I'm sorry about that. He can be kind of jerk. I'd get rid of him, if I could, but he's the owner's pet. You know?" "Sure," I replied with a heavy accent. "Don't worry though. He won't be doing it again. I've had a talk with him." "Thank you," I replied as I moved towards the door. I knew Dave's words about Chris meant nothing, but I was happy for his efforts. He nodded and let me go on my way to cleaning the rest of the building. I would spend the rest of the day, ignored or condescended to by the entire business staff. I was ordered about by my former subordinates. Some I knew, some I didn't. As removed as I was from those I formerly associated with, I became engrained with the cleaning staff. I really started to bond with my fellow cleaning ladies. We talked whenever we ran into each other and had a moment. We talked about our families and our home life. We made fun of our employers at the office. Lorena was my favorite though. We met up outside of work that night at her insistence. We got together at this little dive bar. There weren't many people in it. It was the kind of place that didn't draw a crowd until around 9 or 10 P.M. I order a martini, and she ordered herself a vodka and cranberry. We took our drinks back to a booth she had placed our stuff down at. Her eyes were warm and she smiled as she sipped and talked. I wanted her. I wanted her as a man, but I also wanted to be like her as a woman. I think I more wanted to be like her than wanted her in a sexual way. I asked her about her sister back home. She smiled and said, "She's good. She's a lot like you know?" "How so?" I asked. "Well, she used to be a curious he. Well, still is in a way. She could never afford the surgery?" I was taken aback. She had never indicated that she knew I was a man, no one had. I wondered if everyone knew. I asked, "You know about me?" "Of course, Lupe. The other's don't. I only know because of my sister. I know the signs of masculinity in a girl. I have to give it up to you. You really pull it off nicely." "Are you the only who knows?" "Well, again. The others don't know. They don't have the experience to know. At least, no one's ever said anything about it to me." "Oh." "Don't worry about it, Lupe. It's not like they knew you as a man right?" I paused. She read my expression. This woman knew everything about me. She smiled and said, "Someone at the office used to know you, right?" I nodded. "Who. Dish, girl," she remarked showing off how she learned to speak English from American television shows. I hemmed and hawed. "Come on spit it out, girl," she demanded with a playful touch of my wrist. "I can't say." She prodded again, and I flipped out, "I can't say," I screamed in my normal voice. Lorena's face fell. I had shocked her. She shook her head, but the she began to examine my face and began to understand who I was. "Mr. Johnson?" I nodded my head slowly. I looked down and back up into her eyes before adding, "That's who I used to be?" "But he's supposed to be coming back." "He is. I mean, I will be. This is just a vacation from myself." She shook her head. "You seem to love your job." "I love it. I love working at the office. I love cleaning." "Then why are you going back?" "It's just the way it has to be." "Why?" She implored to know. "I have to take care of a few things as Mr. Johnson before I can make this my new life." She smiled and said, "When you come back, Lupe, I'll be waiting to hear from you." "Thanks, Lorena. You don't know what that means to me," I responded. We finished up soon after and headed our separate ways. I was relieved that she did not tell anyone at the office who I really was. It was our little secret. Every time I'd walk past her, she'd give me a knowing smile or wink. We still talked all the time at work. She was truly comfortable with what I was, and so was I. For the first time in my life, I was comfortable in my shoes. My soft, white sneakers wrapping around my hosiery covered feet. The rest of the day, that girl was all I could think about. It wasn't in the normal sexual terms I thought of women in. I felt that she was my friend. My girlfriend, but not in a male-female relationship way. As I went to sleep that night, I was thinking about hanging out with her, not doing her. I began at that moment to first think that my arrangement may not be temporary. The next day, I was scheduled to work the later afternoon and evening shift. When I entered the building, I was immediately directed by Lisa to go prepare the executive conference room for a meeting that had been hastily called. I wanted to know what it was about because I had not authorized a meeting in my absence. I went into the storeroom and wheeled my cleaning cart out. I pushed it towards the elevator and put on my blue cleaning gloves as I waited for the elevator. I entered the elevator and took it to the top floor. When I exited, I saw Daphne playing around on her computer. I glanced at her screen and saw the game of solitaire she was playing. I smirked as I realized I probably should have given her a week's paid vacation because she was doing little around the office in my absence. I wheeled my cart in the executive conference room and I brushed all the various little bits of paper and staples to the floor. I then started to wipe the dust off the tabletop. I thought of all the various times I pounded that table at meetings, and, now, I would have no place there. The table was for big executives, not the cleaning ladies who sprayed Pledge on the table. I finished with the table and wiped down the wood parts of the seats. I then wheeled my cart out of the room and fetched the vacuum. I vacuumed the rug and the seats of the chairs. As I finished, two executives walked into the room. They who used to fear my presence blew by me without paying me any attention. Lowly cleaning ladies don't draw attention, I suppose. I left the floor and was sent to clean a number of the executives' offices while they were busy in the conference room. I vacuumed their floors and washed their windows while they discussed something important that wasn't for the ears of peons. A part of me wondered what it was, but that was not my main concern at that moment. There would be time for that later. Only a clean office was my concern now. I wiped down the desks of who were normally my subordinates. I glanced at the pictures I moved on their desk to wipe them. They were pictures of spouses, children, and, in some instance, parents. There were pictures from expensive trips to Greece, Italy, Spain, Australia, and Egypt. Trips that I had made as an executive, but were currently beyond a person in my job title. Hell, I could barely pay my bills with what I made cleaning up after them let alone take a vacation. As the workday for most of the workers neared an end, I was sent back up to the conference room to clean up after the meeting. I cleared off the table and the vacuumed the floors and chairs again. As I cleaned the trash bins, I saw a singe sheet of paper announcing a need to discuss ways to restructure the company. I saw no such need, but I knew there was probably one. I saw the signatory was Dave. He knew finance and knew how to cheat the tax code. He probably was trying to get them all on board to discuss a change with me after I returned. I finished up in time to watch Daphne leave for the day, while I and few other staff were left to care for the building. I cleaned the area were Daphne worked before I began to clean her chair and desk. I lifted my secretary's pictures off her desk to dust beneath them. My manhood swelled between my legs as I kept thinking about how much lower I was then her now. My secretary was no power broker in the company, but I was still well below her at that moment. As I finished for the night, I ran into Lorena. She smiled at me and asked, "Would you like to go to dinner?" as I put on my black coat. I nodded and headed out of the door with her. We went to this cheap little shop and placed our orders. The place smelled of poultry and had not a person working in it that spoke English. After we paid, we headed to the park to eat together. We chatted as we ate our dinners. It was nothing special. Just talking about our work day and our past. Then she asked the question I was expecting. "Lupe, I've got to ask. Why do you want to be a cleaning lady?" "It's not that I want to be that. I like any similar position. You know maids, that sort of thing. I like to be ordered around a bit. I have a need to serve in me." Lorena laughed and said, "You like to be ordered around? I bet you like Chris then." I shook my head to deny it, but she knew me enough to know I was lying. I broke and said, "I like the abuse. I know you don't. You shouldn't have to go through it." "Damn straight. If you go back to being Mr. Johnson, I want you to take care of that man." "I will. I promise. Wait, what do you mean, if I go back?" Lorena smiled and said, "You don't want to." I nodded, but added, "I've got to." Lorena stood up and tossed her empty food container in the garbage and said, "You don't have to. Everyone is replaceable. The company will still run without Mr. Johnson. The world won't miss a beat with his absence." I smiled and nodded at the truth in her statement. A good number of people like to think they're indispensable at their jobs, but the job always moves on when they do. I was just trying to rationalize making myself unhappy. Lorena said she had to go home, so we kissed each other goodbye on the cheek and went our separate ways. As I took the subway home that night, my brain kept trying to justify doing what Lorena suggested. I didn't have to go back. I didn't, but I knew I should. There were too many loose ends that had to be tied before I could be Lupe permanently. As I laid in bed that night, a thought kept entering my head, 'Should I powerful, or should I be happy.' I was only happy as Lupe. She was everything I wanted to be. I only hoped I would sort it out for myself by the end of the week. Thursday was another afternoon and evening shift at the office. It was like the others were. It was just cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing, and washing. Lorena had the day off and was out working her second job. I missed having her around. She was the only one I really liked to talk to there. If she was there, she might have been able to help me with Chris. Another day meant more sexual harassment from Chris. I was sent to clean his office because the girl scheduled to clean it the day before failed to do it before he got back from the meeting. I walked in as he was out for lunch, or so I was told. He entered shortly after as I was vacuuming. I looked up and caught him trying to stare down my top. I put my head down and kept cleaning. As I finished up, I saw Chris drop something. I looked at him, and he motioned for me to pick it up as he began to talk on the phone. I bent over at the waist like an idiot and caught his leers at my ass. I knew the drop was intentional at that moment and I cursed myself for not knowing a few seconds earlier. I went to leave, but Chris wouldn't let me. He asked me to shine his shoes. I said that wasn't part of my job, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He threatened to have me sacked if I didn't do it. I reluctantly took hold of his shoe polish and shoes and shinned them as he watched me intently. He liked making me feel low. I liked it too, but I knew that the real girls didn't. I began to realize that I had kept this prick around because of how he treated women. He treated them the way I wanted to be treated. That was not how the real women wanted to be treated though. I was certain that he had to go. As I finished, Chris asked, "How old are you?" I said, "Never ask a lady that." "I didn't. I asked a glorified day laborer," He responded. Knowing I had to give him an answer to get out of there I said, "38." He nodded his head and said, "You've quite a good little body on you for a woman of your age." I thanked him in a low voice and walked towards the door. "Pity you're a butter face," he then added. I put my head in my hands and headed out of his office. I went to cleaning the rest of the building, wherever I was told to go. I managed to pull Lisa aside and tell her what Chris made me do and said to me. She was sympathetic, but she was clear that she couldn't do anything about it. I left angry at the system that I had created. I went home and made myself dinner before I climbed into bed and thought about the next day. It was to be possibly my last day at the office as Lupe. I awoke that Friday morning, and got ready for a morning and afternoon shift at the office. I went back to the subway in my uniform and rode it to my office. I walked in through the servants' entrance for what I was sure would not be the last time. I put my coat in my locker and went to Lisa for my assignment. Lisa called me into her office and said that I had done a good that week. I thanked her and awaited her orders. Lisa said, "Lupe, I need you to clean the executive office on the top floor. The boss is coming back on Monday, so I want it clean for him. He's a demanding man. That's why I'm asking you do it because I know you'll do it right" I smiled knowingly and nodded. I took my wheeled my cleaning tray out and headed for the elevator. As I exited the elevator, I saw my office door open. I slowly wheeled towards it as I failed to see Daphne. I heard her say, "Get moving, you're not supposed to be in here. What if someone sees us?" I peered in the door and Daphne saw me. She threw up her hands and sneered at Chris. Chris moved away from my desk after he saw me and said, "What are you doing up here?" "I was ordered to clean the office because the boss is to return," I said with a thick accent and intentionally bad English. Chris nodded and said, "This didn't happen," as he walked past Daphne and I. I nodded and wondered what he was searching for. I didn't keep anything in my office worth stealing or taking. Most of the critical information of the company was known to investors or was in my head or Dave's. I looked at Daphne before I started to clean, as if to say what do you know. She shook her head and said, "That man has no respect for others." I smiled and nodded and got to work cleaning my office. I made it nice and clean for my return as the boss. As I checked my appearance in my office bathroom's mirror, I saw the woman I wanted to be standing in the office of the man I had pretended to be. I would be him again, but I resolved to be Lupe going forward. I kept cleaning the building, washing interior windows and cleaning toilets at the job for the rest of the day. I would occasionally run into Lorena and chat for a little while before people saw us and would say things along the lines of "We don't pay you to talk." As Friday ended, I left my cleaning job at the office. Only Lisa and Lorena knew that I was not coming back. They said goodbye to me, but Lorena was confident that I'd return. She told Lisa as much. Lisa shrugged and said, "If a spot opens up, we'd be happy to have you." I thanked her and headed for the door. I went home to my tiny apartment for the last time. I packed my bags, hailed a cab, and went down to the Clinic. I paid my fare and entered the building with my bags in toe. I checked in under an assumed name and was taken to my room. I took out my male clothes that I would soon be wearing once more and, hopefully, not for long. I was taken in for my first treatment. I was taken in to have my prosthetics removed. A special solvent was used to break up the glue around my false chin, nose, breasts, and vagina. I felt relieved as the vagina came off and my manhood was free of its restraint. I felt disgusted when I looked at it though. The veiny stump was a poor substitute for a vagina, even if it was real and slit was artificial. The loss of the rest of the prosthetics made me feel a little unsettled, as if I was losing part of me. Each piece was part of my identity as Lupe and that identity mattered more to me than the one I was being changed to match. I put on my male clothes when they finished and took out my contacts. My light eyes looked wrong on me as if they didn't belong. My only other treatment that night was when I was placed in a bath to help bleach the color out of my skin. The smell was worse than the dye. I felt queasy by the time I was taken out. My skin had noticeably lightened; they told it would take two more baths to get it back to normal. I nodded in resignation to the fact that I would have to smell that crap again. I went back to my room after having a dinner and watched the TV from my queen size bed. The next morning I was taken to have veneers put on my teeth again after breakfast. The dentist showed me the fake pearly white smile, that hid my discolored real one that I sported with pride as Lupe. I was then taken for another chemical bath to lighten my skin further. After enduring it again, I was placed in the salon to fix my hair. My extensions were cut off. I cringed as the stylist hacked off my glorious dark brown locks. I watched the last bits of my visible femininity fall to the floor with angst. I watched as a more butch than mannish hair cut came to be shaped upon my head and my hair was dyed back to close to its original color. After my last skin treatment, I was ready to leave. I went home that night. My home was nicely maintained by my domestics. I complemented them on a fine job and was waited on hand and foot by them like a king. It's good to be king, I'm told. However, I always wanted to serve the king. I could not help but feel out of place in my home. I could not stand being waited upon when I felt that I was born to serve. My masculinity was an accident of birth and my wealth the product of luck and a little skill. Shortly after I got home and settled in, I called Lorena. I couldn't leave that part of my time as Lupe alone. I knew I would be going back and a lot of it had to do with Lorena. Nothing was drawing me towards being a man, and she was pulling me back towards femininity. She was the first real friend I had in years. She was not afraid of me, she didn't use me. She didn't threaten me despite knowing my secret. She helped me make up my mind, Lupe was definitely returning. I called my domestics together on Sunday night and informed them that their services would be no longer required. I helped place them in new jobs by securing a job offer for each of them with my recommendation. Some took the jobs and others decided to go it alone. I paid them two weeks severance pay and sent them out the door as the night ended. Some were understandably pissed at me. They had a point. I was throwing their day-to-day lives off without giving them a reason. They would never understand it. I was self-sufficient and wanted to be one of them. I retuned to my job on Monday. I looked at the door that led to the ornate part of the building. The part the company wants you to see. The part I could care less for. I was greeted with hellos from staff's that said how much they missed me. I knew from their conversations that such talk was bullshit. They didn't really care if I was there or not, but kissing ass is often seen as a good career move, so I didn't blame them. I walked towards the elevator and saw Lorena pushing a cleaning cart out of the ground floor bathroom. She smiled at me and gave me a wink. I smirked back at her and entered the elevator. I got off on the top floor and strolled towards Daphne. She smiled at me as she greeted me. She asked about my trip. I told her it was good, and I talk more about it later. Of course, I never did. I entered my office and looked around. Everything was largely as I left it on Friday. As I searched my belongings, I realized that Chris office hadn't taken anything. I figured that was because there was nothing of value to him. I would never learn what he was looking for, but I didn't care. I knew I didn't belong in that office. My place was cleaning offices like that not sitting behind the desk of a powerful man. Why should it bother me if someone else was looking through it? I called a meeting of the company's highest-ranking officials to announce my plans and to clear up some loose ends. I started the meeting by calling security. I had them posted at the doors. I saw my staff start to twitch in their seat. They each had a look of fear in their eyes as if my time away had changed me. It had mind you. Just not into the power driven mad man they thought I was. I said, "I heard there was a meeting while I was gone. Would anyone like to fill me in on it?" Dave rose and told me exactly what I expected to hear. He gave me a plan to save the company millions by restructuring it and its subsidiaries. I nodded and gave the go ahead. I looked at the faces of those that had mocked me behind me back. I looked most intently at Chris. The vile beast whose rotten behavior aroused and angered me so as Lupe. Part of me wanted him there in case I came back to work there. I liked the degradation, but I had to think of the company and of Lorena and the rest of the female staff. I looked over at Chris and said, "I've heard you've had some problems with female employees here." "That's not true, Sir," he remarked, deferential to me as always. "Save it, Chris. You're fired," I said in my most booming voice. You should have seen the look he gave me. That man never saw it coming. He moved towards me, and I summoned security. He shouted, "Who told you that? Was it Daphne? She's a lying cunt! I would never disrespect a woman." I shook my head as he began to curse me. Security had to drag him out of the building as he cursed my name and called me every name in the book, including, "Sissy." Yes, that was a word that brought a smile to my face. He thought he was demeaning me by describing me. The word I thought perfectly encapsulated me. I was what I was. If that's the best term available call me that. I just didn't want to be called a man anymore. Those days were going to be behind me soon enough anyway. It was at that meeting that I began to make the moves that would let me be the sissy I always wanted to be. I named Dave President and CEO of the company and told my executives that I would be leaving forever at the end of the month. Faces looked back at me in shock. They could not fathom what I was doing. I explained that I had fallen in love in a foreign country. I would be accessible only by e-mail as I lived with my beloved. I would own the company, but I would not be involved in its day-to-day affairs. I would check in every once and while, but I was going to be a silent owner going forward. I signed a document giving Dave the authority to vote my shares until I revoked the authority. I never planned on doing it, but I wanted to keep it just in case. Dave thanked me for promoting him. I told him to thank me by doing a good job. Over the next week, I wrapped up my affairs as the head of the company and left that building as the boss for the last time. With another trip to the clinic on the horizon, I knew I was going back though. This time the sissy maid would stick around. Lupe was who I was and all I would ever be going forward. I was finally ready to live as myself. A lifetime of cleaning and scrubbing, I couldn't help but almost not believe it. I was finally going to be just the maid I always was and had tried so hard to pretend not to be. My transformation took place for the second and last time. I applied back to the cleaning company and told Lorena when I would be going back. She pulled strings with Lisa to make sure I was sent to clean at the company. Lisa had liked the job I had done for her while I worked there and got me back at the office. Not only was I sent back, but Lisa secured me a full time position. I reentered the building through the servants' entrance. I saw Lorena smiling as I entered. She walked up to me and threw her arms around me. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Welcome back, Lupe. It's good to have you back." I was never more sure that I was right where I belonged.