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SUBTLE AND GENTLE TRANSFORMATION
PART 4 (FINAL)
CHAPTER 15
Six months later
"I told you a million times Marcia to change apron after messy jobs. I
hate to see you in wet and stained aprons when I come back in the
evening; go to the corner and stand there for 10 minutes cover your
head with your apron, it is large enough for that, and place your hands
on top of your head. That will teach you!" God I was angry!
She blushed all over like a beetroot and answered meekly curtseying at
the same time, "Oh, I am so sorry Miss, I was so engrossed with the
window cleaning and I lost track of time." Then without another word
she went to the kitchen corner she knew too well already, she certainly
had felt my wrath before.
God, did I change that much in six months? In fact we both did, Marcia
was a different human being all together. Those six months where like a
lifetime.
I looked a t my watch, the ten minutes were up, I called Marcia; "You
can get me a glass of white wine now Marcia, get also my book from the
bedroom please, I feel like reading a bit before dinner."
"Yes Miss," I heard her eager to please voice from the kitchen.
She appeared in a couple of minutes carrying a glass of white wine in a
small tray and my book. Her wet and dirty apron was replaced by a very
neat half white apron. Marcia wouldn't risk another insult, she
certainly knew her place.
I smiled mischievously as I picked the wine and the book from the tray
thanking her. She smiled back with a small curtsey and started turning
back towards the kitchen, she had to finish dinner.
I said in a kind voice, "Sorry about yelling at you before darling
Marcia, you know me I have those abrupt reactions and then I regret
it." I stood up and gave her a hug.
After all, whatever roles we were playing during the past six months,
we were still partners caring for each other.
She looked at me with her adoring wet eyes, smiling warmly at me, "You
know Jess I don't mind to be reprimanded by you; I love to be reminded
occasionally who is the head in this household. I love those little
punishments of yours."
A very appetising fishy smell was coming from the kitchen. She smelled
it as well because she said again more formally, "Sorry Miss, I better
rush to the kitchen, I don't want to burn our dinner."
I tried to read my book as I was sipping my wine but I couldn't stop
thinking; life was full of surprises during the past six months. I had
to make decisions fairly soon. And those decisions had to include
Marcia, my partner, maid, secretary and occasionally 'my slave' as she
liked to call herself.
Marcia's alter ego Mark stayed completely out of sight for over two
months now, last time must have been when he went back to his home town
to see his parents and announce to them his plans to take a good job
offer and work as an IT officer in another country. That was a plan we
thought very carefully together to give Mark some time to think and
decide if he would prefer to continue more seriously in his Marcia role
and of course for me to decide what sort of relation I would continue
having with Marcia.
I started thinking of our life together in the past six months. There
was never a dull moment I have to admit.
Marcia worked as the IT person in 'Lewis & Partners' Solicitor's Firm
very diligently for four months and managed to finish the assigned work
very successfully. In fact Mr. Lewis was so pleased that Marcia
received an unexpected bonus of several hundred pounds. During that
period in the office she became quite close with Millie who became her
'mentor' in femininity, always checking her appearance and deportment.
Of course, as I suspected all along, Marcia became very interested in
Mrs. Atkins' cleaning work, asking always questions about this
particular item of cleaning or that special cleaning utensil or about
her working conditions with other employers.
I was present one afternoon, some months ago, when finally Mrs. Atkins
'exploded' in her own very straightforward manner saying, in a slightly
annoyed manner, "Why you ask all those questions girl, you are an
educated person, a computer expert and you give me the impression that
you are more interesting in cleaning offices rather than work in them!"
I was quite intrigued to hear Marcia's answer to that. I looked at her,
she turned slightly red but kept her cool and finally said in an even
tone of voice, "But I am very much interested in cleaning Mrs. Atkins;
you already know that I worked as a cleaner in the past. I will be
frank and open with you, cleaning is like a vocation to me, it is
purifying, it makes me feel humble and offering in a society that is
full of arrogant and rude people."
Mrs. Atkins looked at Marcia in a peculiar way; I could tell she had
difficulty to understand what she just said. She dismissed Marcia's
answer with her hand saying at the same time, "What ever you say girl,
those are small letters to me, but if you are that much interested in
cleaning I can start taking you to some of my cleaning jobs so you can
learn the ropes from the inside. Then you might change your mind and go
back to your computer."
That particular moment I learned something more about Marcia; she had
that inner need to offer her services in a humble way and though I knew
that she was a submissive person by nature, there was something more in
her character above that, a quality that a nun could have. I kept her
words, 'cleaning is like a vocation to me!'
I don't know all the details but I know that Marcia started going to
various cleaning jobs with Mrs. Atkins, as her non paid assistant or to
be more correct as her apprentice.
Of course in the past two months Marcia wasn't coming in the office
anymore and as far as I could tell she was not trying to restart her
free lancing computer consulting business. She appeared quite busy
though. I knew that three afternoons a week she was helping Mrs. Atkins
but I didn't have the chance recently to talk to her about what she was
planning to do from now on.
She was still the maid/housewife in our home, she was also a competent
cook and we both were eating very healthily in the past few months. As
a result we both were losing weight; it was good for me but great for
Marcia's figure which looked more slim and girly.
The twice a month visits continued to Estelle the beautician and now
Marcia had extensions in her hair and her breast forms were permanently
glued to her chest. She also was doing a series of exercises suggested
by Estelle to improve her body structure in a less masculine way.
All in all she was quite confident to circulate as a female. Even her
voice with lots of practice was quite passable in a unisex way.
She startled me as she suddenly appeared in front me announcing with a
small bob that dinner was served.
Her voice brought me back to reality. I said to her, "Please go and
change to something more comfortable, I don't want a maid to serve me
tonight, I want my partner Marcia to have dinner with me. I think it's
time for a chat."
I detected a slight uneasiness in Marcia's voice as she said,
"Certainly Jess, I'll be back in a few minutes." I could tell by her
look that her mind was suddenly fully alerted.
She came back, the epitome of femininity and simplicity combined;
flared cotton skirt in a nice bright pattern, short sleeved white
blouse, simple flat sandals and her long hair in a high ponytail. Very
little make up and a touch of lippy completed the image. I had to give
her credit for her appearance. She managed in six months to create a
very plausible feminine persona.
"You look nice Marcia" I simply said and then added rather abruptly,
"Come on lets go and eat I am famished."
She managed to smile back at me with a modest 'thank you' and soon we
were having a wonderful light dinner of grilled salmon and an elaborate
mixed green salad with a superb dressing. What a jewel this boy/girl of
mine turned to be!
I felt slightly uneasy thinking again of Marcia's condition, indeed a
boy/girl she was but certainly looked more girl than many real ones. I
had to talk to her and I wasn't at all certain which way to go. I guess
I had to play it by ear and proceed according to her reactions and
answers.
We polished together a bottle of wonderful chardonnay and we both were
a bit tipsy when I said as casually as possible, "I am a bit lost with
your activities and job conditions lately Marcia darling; could you
tell me what your are up to in the past two months, in fact since you
stopped working for 'Lewis &Partners'?
I stopped briefly to have my last sip of wine and added mischievously,
"After all technically I am you employer in this house am I?"
Jess was about to start cleaning the table. She realised that we were
about to start a serious conversation and said, "I am glad you are
asking that Jess because I was about to talk to you about my
activities." She looked at me in a crafty manner, "Shall I open another
bottle of vino?"
I smiled at her, "Why not, let's have a bit more wine. But I'll tell
you what. Just clean the table and bring the wine to the living room;
we can chat there more comfortably. And please leave the dishes for
later."
"Yes Miss Jessica," she said to me, still looking crafty.
CHAPTER 16
Marcia's new activities
I was stunned when Marcia finished telling me about her activities. I
really had no idea how busy she became as a maid/cleaner. Three
mornings a week between 10am and 2.00pm she was Mrs. Atkins assistant
cleaning office spaces in the business district.
Another morning, and that was a surprise to me, she was cleaning
Millie's apartment when Millie was at work and finally she had the
shopping to do and all the housework and cooking in our home.
"Do you make any money out of all those activities?" I asked in a mild
way. I certainly didn't want to frighten her.
She answered rather apologetically, "I am not Jess; I work as an
apprentice for Mrs. Atkins, really helping her and learning the work
and of course I offered to clean Millie's house for nothing, she is a
good friend as you know and she helped me tremendously as I was
developing my Marcia persona."
I felt a small jolt of jealousy as Marcia mentioned her 'close
friendship' with Millie. Was there something more romantic or even
sexual between those two? I realised how possessive of Marcia I became,
I definitely considered her entirely my creation.
Marcia continued talking after a sip of her wine, "But that will change
soon, I hope I will be able to make some money very shortly; Mrs.
Atkins gradually retires and already works in a part time mode, she is
willing to pass the office cleaning job to me and the employers are
prepared to accept that. You see they know me already and are happy
with my work. In fact Jess, I might need your help for some papers I
have to provide for my part time employment."
I was quite crossed now; Marcia was taking decisions behind my back. I
thought I was her main employer as I said before to her and only now
she decided to involve me.
My tone was firm and slightly condescending now, "I think Marcia you
overstepped your boundaries here, you try to organise your future work
movements without asking my permission. I thought we both new that I am
your partner but your employer as well, you are my maid and you should
ask an approval for all those movements of yours. And speaking of
unauthorised movements, I am very annoyed that you are cleaning
Millie's house without asking me, especially because Millie works in my
office as well and doesn't know of our special relationship."
I was all red by now and Marcia looked worried. I had a sip of my wine
and continued, "I might have to ask you to stop cleaning Millie's
house, I'll think about it. Then you will have to find an excuse like
telling her that you are getting soon a full time job which from what I
hear might be a fact anyway.".
Marcia was distressed now. "I am very sorry Jess I didn't mean to upset
you. In fact I was going to tell you about my employment prospects
today, you simply asked me before I had the chance to tell you."
I was mellower again, "I have to ask a few more questions Marcia. Do
you really want to work as a part time office cleaner? Are you giving
up your computer skills? And how about your Marcia persona, are you
willing to continue being Marcia?"
She looked concerned and a bit worried, "I am a bit confused Jess. My
prime concern is to be with you and for you to be happy. You are my
partner, lover, and employer, in other words everything in this world.
If you tell me not to become an office cleaner of course I'll follow
your suggestion."
She was quite worried now; she did at that moment a very feminine
movement removing a bunch of hair from the forehead and continued, "I
am always frank with you Jess, I know it is demeaning to most people
for someone to be a cleaner but for me it is different it is something
like a ..."
"Vocation?" I added ironically. Then I said in a softer tone, "I know
darling and I understand, you like doing manual feminine work, you love
being a maid, cleaner, char woman, and dress the part and I don't want
to stop you; this is your vocation in life."
Marcia looked at me in an ecstatic way, "Oh Jess, you are so special;
you can understand me so well."
"I do understand you to a point Marcia but I have to ask questions as
well. Your activities have to be coordinated with mine and we have to
look at our life as a couple, weird couple I must admit, but still a
couple." I used a rather sarcastic tone saying this last sentence.
Marcia who has a good sense of humour said in an equally sarcastic
manner, "I'll drink to that Jess, we are indeed quite a couple, but I
love it and I do hope that you love it as well."
"I wouldn't have been with you if I was unhappy Marcia; it is as simple
as that."
She was quite pleased to hear that because she abruptly came and hugged
me whispering in my ear, "You know Jess that I do belong to you and you
can use me as you please, you know that darling."
I was excited suddenly; Marcia made me sexually excited as she was
kissing lightly my ear. I closed my eyes and started kissing her
passionately. She responded with a vigour I haven't seen before still
whispering to me, "Oh darling Jess, I want you so much! Please take me
to bed and make love to me, please darling."
I opened my eyes at that moment and I saw our reflections in the big
mirror across the room, me in my office professional gear, silk blouse
and tailored trousers, her in her very feminine blouse and skirt
outfit, what a glorious lesbian couple we were and me being the dyke!
That made me even more excited but I controlled myself and said in a
mockingly severe tone, "Now look here maid, let's finish this chat and
then I promise, I'll take you to my bed tonight."
We sat back in the couch this time next to each other my hand resting
on top of Marcia's skirt. She was very well 'gaffed', I knew she was
excited but I couldn't feel her excitement at all.
I went back to our previous discussion, "I am not going to stop you if
you are prepared to work as a part time office cleaner" I said as I put
my hand under her skirt and starting caressing her nylon clad thigh.
Marcia though excited tried to keep a straight face; the discussion was
equally important for her and her future; I was teasing her as I
continued talking, complicating matters for her. "And of course I have
to prepare for you some papers, thank God I work in an office
specialising in issues like that. I will employ you formally in this
house as my housekeeper/maid under the name of Marcia Carson and then
I'll give you a paper that will allow you to work as a part time office
cleaner. But I will be your prime employer; I'll be responsible for
your social security and medical insurance."
Marcia was even more excited now. I knew her well enough to know that
my talking was steering her submissive genes.
She said in a slightly cracking voice, "I am so grateful Jess that you
take care of all that paper work, I am also happy that your are going
to be my prime employer, I belong to you anyway and you can decide how
I am going to use my time."
I could tell how excited Marcia was, I decided to tease her a bit
more, "You never told me what uniform you have to wear when you clean.
Is there a Firm's policy? Are you many cleaners? Is there a person in
charge of the domestic/cleaning staff?"
"I am glad you ask all those questions Jess, you are probably the only
person than I can confide my feelings."
"Tell me about the uniform first, I know this is important for you." I
said encouragingly.
"As you know Mrs. Atkins is wearing her old fashioned overall dresses
like the one she is using in Mr. Lewis office but she is an accepted
exception. The other cleaners, me included, if I stay to work for them
that is, have to wear a standard uniform issued by the Firm consisting
of a poly cotton electric blue short sleeved dress, zipping in front
and a matching tabard. Both dress and tabard have a white piping and of
course the logo of the Firm embroidered."
"You must look quite smart and efficient in that uniform." I said half
mockingly and added, "Do you have your own cart to push like a hotel
maid?"
"Of course each cleaner has her own cart, but I already told you Jess
that I am not officially employed by them yet, I was simply accepted as
Mrs. Atkins assistant wearing an overall similar to hers. So I didn't
have the chance to wear the official uniform yet."
"How sad for you darling!" I said ironically and added even more
sarcastically, "You must be ever so jealous of the other properly
uniformed cleaners darling!"
Marcia became all red and said in a slightly pleading tone, "Please
Jess, don't make fun of me, you know how I feel about uniforms, it's my
weak point."
"I know darling, I simply tease you a bit." I said more warmly now.
"But tell me," I continued, "Whom I have to contact in order to
organise your employment status and all the paper work?"
"I am not completely certain but I think it is Miss Miranda Adams
responsible for the domestic and cleaning staff in the Human Resources
department, I'll ask and give you her e-mail tomorrow."
Then it dawned to her that I said the final yes. She turned towards me
and gave me a warm hug, "Oh Jess thank you ever so much for everything
you are doing for me; you are going to help me with my paper work,
which means I get a final yes from you."
"Yes Marcia I approve initially, but wait until you see the Contract I
am going to prepare for you. You are going to be a real domestic worker
from now on, maid for me and part time cleaner outside the house and of
course I'll maintain the right to decide of all your outside part time
jobs as you prime employer."
I stopped and looked at her inquiringly as I continued to caress her
thigh.
Her excitement was even bigger now. She said in her cracked androgynous
sexy voice. "Of course I'll accept any Contract you prepare for me
Jess, I am yours, I belong to you and I love so much repeating that!"
Then she moaned and whispered, "Please take me to bed Jess and make
love to me, I need you so much Jess I want to become one with you,
please Jess."
I was tremendously excited by that stage, I took her hand and we headed
for the master bedroom of the house, my bedroom.
CHAPTER 17
Office Cleaner
Marcia was quite nervous and apprehensive. For the first time since she
started cross dressing she was out there on her own, without the
protective umbrella of either Jess or Mrs. Atkins.
She was standing in front of the responsible for the cleaning staff
Miss Miranda Adams. Marcia was modestly dressed wearing low heel shoes,
a jean skirt and a black cotton blouse with a hint of a frill around
the collar and the sleeves. Her makeup was modest her nails clear
varnished and her lippy colourless. She was interviewed for the part
time cleaner's job and Jess' advice was to dress down.
Miss Adams, who was an elegant woman in her early forties and quite
arrogant looking, was shuffling papers on her desk until she found what
she was looking for. She addressed Marcia in a quiet voice to the point
that Marcia had to lean over to understand was she was saying.
"So you are Marcia Carson and you want to become a part time cleaner in
out Firm. In fact I remembered seeing you assisting our formidable Mrs.
Atkins wearing one of those fifties overalls which she must have given
you. You looked quite a pair the two of you." She was quite ironical
as she was addressing her.
Marcia took an instant dislike of the woman but she had to be in her
best behaviour in order to get the job.
Miss Adams continued in the same quiet manner, "I have a reference
letter from your prime employer Miss Jessica Evans; she says that you
are employed as a live in house helper, maid I would call it myself but
it is not considered a politically correct term, and she allows you to
work as a part time cleaner in our premises three days a week four
hours each day. Is that Correct Miss Carson?
"Please call me Marcia and yes it is correct Miss Adams," Marcia
answered in her well modulated unisex voice.
"There is something else mentioned in your employer's letter Marcia,"
Miss Adams continued in her slightly condescending tone of voice, "Miss
Evans mentions that you are in fact a qualified IT person and you
decided to apply for this job, which is well below your qualifications,
because you enjoy to serve and clean, in fact you have a vocation for
that sort of job."
Marcia felt very embarrassed and got all red. Jess was very naughty
exposing her like this in front of this unknown woman.
Miss Adams continued in her quiet voice, "Frankly I find that quite
bizarre but it's your life and if you prefer to work as a maid and
cleaner it's simply your choice."
All Marcia managed to say was a timid, "Thank you for your
understanding Miss Adams."
"Don't thank me girl." Miss Adams said more arrogantly now, "It is a
job like any other and I expect you to do it properly and diligently.
Marcia noticed the 'girl' reference; she was already a servant in her
eyes. A peculiar sense of 'd?j? vu' overtook her and her sub genes
kicked on creating an empty feeling in her stomach. She obviously was
accepted for the job.
Miss Adams confirmed that by giving her a bunch of papers. "Please give
those papers to your employer to sign; somehow we sublet you from her
so all official paperwork has to be signed by Miss Evans. Next time you
come you leave them with the receptionist, they will be sent to me."
Marcia took the papers as Miranda Adams continued, "Now you go down to
the basement to see your supervisor, I think you met her already when
you were coming with Mrs. Atkins. She will organise you with a
uniform, your cart and a program of work. I wish you good luck in your
new duties."
Marcia knew that she was dismissed. She instinctively gave a small bob
saying at the same time, "Thank you Miss Adams, I will do my best to be
a good worker for the Firm."
"I'm sure you will girl, I'm sure you will!" Miss Adams said moving her
head sceptically.
The supervisor was a mixed race woman of a certain age who was quite
pleasant when Marcia met her together with Mrs. Atkins. This time she
was more formal. Within the next half hour Marcia was fully briefed and
she started pushing her cart towards the lift dressed in her blue dress
and tabard. A plasticized card was pinned in front of her tabard saying
'Marcia Carson - cleaner'. It was ten o'clock and her four hour shift
was about to start.
She felt somehow 'liberated' in a funny way. She was on her own now,
doing something that she fantasised for a very long time. She was
publicly exposed as a female domestic worker. Not in the privacy of her
own home but among lots of employees, people she never met before.
This particular fact, that she was just a cleaner among unknown people,
gave her a sense of security. She simply was what they could see, 'just
a cleaner'. And she knew by her small experience with Mrs. Atkins that
nobody paid any attention to a cleaner.
As she was moving around the desks emptying paper baskets, some of the
employees gave her a quick nod; some ignored her completely lost in
front of their screens, some were discussing company matters. She was
quite amused at one point when she heard two young male employees
having an argument over a computer program. They were both wrong and
she could have told them that as an IT person but not as a lowly
cleaner.
At about noon when they all started to go out to lunch she had to do
all the toilets. That was the hardest and most demeaning task but she
was fully prepared for it.
Men were pigs, often peeing all over the toilet, but women were more
dangerous because often they could block the toilet by using too much
paper or other items they don't suppose to throw in the toilet bowl.
In a peculiar way she was proud that her tabard was slightly wet and
with some visible stains from her labours, it was a proof that she was
doing her job diligently.
At two o'clock as she started her way down the lift pushing carefully
her cart she realised that for four hours no one had really talked to
her even to say a few words. She was practically invisible as all
cleaners are.
She was physically tired but pleased with herself as she started
walking towards the bus station in order to go back home. She felt like
a true working person.
And of course back in the house she had to wear her maid's uniform and
resume her house duties. She had to prepare dinner for her employer
Miss Evans.
She was stunned to catch herself thinking of Jess as 'Miss Evans'. Was
she so much tuned in her new servant's role? Was this the kind of life
she wanted? Could she keep Jess as her partner?
All of a sudden lots of questions were pestering her mind. She
certainly didn't have the answers, not yet anyway, but her mental
inclination was to continue in the path, she just started. The only
person who could influence her and make her change her mind was Jess
and for the time being Jess seemed to be satisfied with their current
situation.
She stopped thinking as she saw the bus coming; she had to find her
pass in her purse.
END
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