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Home maid, part 2
Part 2
All night long, as I scrubbed the floors and floorboards, I thought about
how to change my room. I guess my mom did too!
The next day, when I had returned home from school and changed into a
lavender uniform, mom took me into her office.
"Felicity, we're going out to do some shopping this afternoon for your new
room. I have a few ideas about how to turn it into something that will
satisfy both your sissy side and your maid side."
Of course she made no mention of my 'boy' side, because in her mind I
didn't really have one. Thanks to the hormones and hormone blockers I was
on, she was right!
"While we are out there are a few rules you'll need to follow, maid. You
do not speak unless spoken to. You do not make eye contact. You walk 3
feet behind me. If someone asks you a question, you answer 'yes, Sir' or
'no, Sir' if they are male, and 'yes , Ma'am' or 'no, Ma'am' if they are
female. Do you understand so far, maid?"
I curtseyed to my mom,
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for the instruction, Ma'am."
There was a moment of shock that passed my mom's face at the completeness
of my answer. The look quickly gave way to one of understanding and
appreciation. This may have been the moment when she really understood
what I had become, what I had turned myself into, and what I was going to
be.
"Good maid. When I ask you a question, or any other adult speaks to you,
you will curtsey to them before replying. You need to get comfortable with
the idea of being a maid in public as well as private, sissy."
I turned to her and curtseyed, not speaking as she had not asked me a
question. I folded my hands into my lap and awaited her instructions, with
my eyes appropriately downcast.
She told me to go get in the car. I asked her where it was appropriate for
me to sit.
"Good question, sissy! We'll need to have some sort of harness put into
the cargo area. But for now you can ride in the backseat."
I should probably tell you a little more about my school, and what it was
like for me to attend. You might think I got teased and harassed a lot,
but the truth couldn't be any more different.
There are a few reasons for why a swishing little sissy like me was able
to walk through the corridors without fear.
One such reason was simple: Everyone was used to me. They knew me. I was
the fairy in Mary Jane's and pink satin pants pretending I was a boy. I
was the sissy they saw on the weekends, in outrageous dresses and heels.
They knew who and what I was and that made them unafraid of me. I was the
maid.
The second reason was also simple: I liked to bake. Every week I would
bring new treats for my classmates, making sure the largest boys in the
class got a fair share. There's an old saying, 'the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach' and I proved it true. My male classmates were very
protective of me. Whenever there was a new boy in class, the other boys
quickly and quietly made sure he left me alone.
The third reason was my demeanor. I always greeted everyone kindly, I
offered to help whenever I could, and I only spoke in soft and encouraging
terms. As a sissy I knew it was my responsibility to be slightly flirty,
to make both boys and girls feel good about themselves through my
appreciation and adoration. Basically, I presented no threat to anyone.
Getting into the backseat of mom's car, I was pretty glad I hadn't chosen
to wear one of my shorter uniforms that day. Because the petticoats held
my skirt out at almost a 90 degree angle, if I bent too far over my
panties would be on display. With any of my short uniforms, my panties
became visible with each step I took, regardless of whether I bent or not.
At least they were clean and pretty and matched my uniform perfectly.
As she drove, I thought about my future. I thought about how good my
grades were. It seemed to me that maybe I could go to a Nursing school. I
pictured myself walking through the corridors of a hospital in an old
fashioned nurses uniform and heels. The thought made me both happy and
sort of melancholy. I knew I would have no options outside of some sort of
traditionally feminine role, and I knew I would be the one to convince my
mom to let me become whichever symbol of sissyhood I was lead towards. I
had a moment's regret, wondering what my life could have been like.
But then I looked down. My uniform was pretty. I loved being a good maid.
I loved wearing sissy dresses and being treated like my mom's property. I
liked mincing through the school in pink and lavender. I liked who I was.
Our first stop made me a little nervous. In my defense, I was a 12 year
old sissy maid who'd never been out in public in a proper uniform.
And here we were, surrounded by large greasy men in the auto body place my
mom used.
"Sit in the car, maid."
With that, she got out of the car and strode over to the owner of the
shop. As I watched her walk away I was struck by a tremendous sense of
pride at the role I played in this incredibly powerful woman's life. The
fact that I made her life easier, that I contributed to her immaculate
appearance, made me overwhelmed with joy.
The auto body owner was obviously a fan of my mom as well. He greeted her
profusely and listened intently while she described what she wanted. I
watched as the look on his face went from shocked to amused to thoughtful.
Mom motioned for me to get out of the car and turn in place.
I stepped out of the car, curtseyed to my mom, and did a slow turn. I was
feeling a little like showing off, so when I was facing away from them I
bent forward just enough to display my frilly lavender panties. I
straightened as I finished my turn, and I felt rewarded by the look of
amusement on my mom's face.
"You shouldn't tease men like that, maid. When you are older they might
expect you to follow up on your offer!"
With that, the adults went back to their conversation, as I stood in the
garage in proper maid position. I did feel the eyes of every man in the
place on me, and I knew that mom was right. If I had been of age, she
would have had offers from all of them.
"So do you want her concealed or displayed?"
"Displayed, of course," mom said with an open smile, "I mean, really. Look
at the maid. Felicity should always be on open display, don't you think?"
"You are absolutely right, though when she gets a bit older you might find
you have a crowd of boys following your car whenever the maid is in it!"
"When the sissy gets a bit older, she might welcome that!" she laughed.
This was another one of those moments where I realized how much things had
changed and what my future held. Flirting was one thing, and I definitely
enjoyed making boys feel good about themselves, but I was not sure how I
felt about being the girl for a boy, sexually. I still sort of vaguely
thought of myself as a male, even though my body was becoming ever more
feminine.
" Give me a week or so to work out some ideas. Then I'll get back to you
with design and cost estimates."
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you. Curtsey to Mr. Peters and then get back
in the car, maid"
I did as instructed, keeping a smile plastered to my face.
Soon, we were at our next stop, the hardware store. Mom motioned me out of
the car, and I followed her at the distance she had specified. She had me
push the cart, my heels sounded like gunshots in the cavernous space of
the shop.
Once again, I could feel the eyes of every man in the place, checking out
both my mom and me. Mom moved like it was nothing to her, and I realized
that was one of the things that made her so powerful. She accepted all
admiration as her due and didn't feel obligated by it.
Unlike me. When I felt someone's approval, it made me want to be even
better for them. That's the trait that had landed me into a lifetime of
servitude. Lustful looks started to have the effect of me walking with an
even greater wiggle. If mom noticed, she said nothing.
She wandered through the store, selecting utility shelving and things to
turn my room into a proper servant's quarters. She even found me a new
pink broom and dustpan set! I couldn't stop myself from squealing a
little bit, which drew an amused look from mom.
When she'd finished her selections, she paid and arranged for the heavier
objects to be delivered and assembled by the shop's employees. They said
they could bring it all out that very afternoon, so she decided to return
home so I could prepare my room for its transition to a proper sissy
maids quarters.
We did make one stop on the way home.
Mom decided we would stop at a burger place and pick up a meal for when we
got home. Rather than going through the drive through, she handed my a
small pink notebook and a purple pen. She told me to write down her order
like a good maid.
"Get us two cheeseburgers and two small strawberry shakes, maid. Make sure
you read the items out of the notebook, I'll be watching! I've put some
money in your new purse, don't forget the receipt!"
With that, she handed me a lavender purse with white lace trim. It went
perfectly with my uniform, I was happy to see. I thanked her profusely for
the purse.
Getting out of the car, I started walking towards the front door of the
restaurant. I stopped when I drew even with the front of the car , turned
around, and gave my mom a deep curtsey. She smiled broadly at me.
I turned and minced my way in, making sure to arch my back correctly and
to put as much swish into every step as I could. All eyes turned to me as
I clicked across the floor in my heels. Keeping my face a mask of pleasant
servitude, I looked around and noticed a few kids from my class.
One of them, a girl, waved to me, so I turned to her and curtseyed. She
blushed, but looked secretly pleased by the exchange. I knew after this,
everyone in the school would no longer GUESS whether or not I really was a
maid. A few of my classmates took out their cell phones and started taking
pictures.
As I approached the counter, I 'accidently' dropped my new pink notebook
on the floor in front of me. Exclaiming my dismay in an exaggerated
fashion. I bent from the waist to retrieve it. Of course, this put my
panties on full display. I held that position for a few seconds, long
enough for the other restaurant patrons, those that wished to anyway, to
take pictures of my lavender clad bottom.
I knew those pictures would make the rounds almost instantly, and I was
curious to see what the result would be. I didn't really know why I did
it. It just felt like it was the appropriate thing for me to do.
I think maybe I was starting to own my own sissyhood. Maybe it had finally
gotten to me, after being on display in places where real men worked, that
my sexuality and identity was truly tied to my pleasing of other people.
It made sense in a way. I thought of myself as a servant, as a sissy maid.
Why shouldn't that extend to every area of my life? Serving someone by
cleaning their house, or serving someone by relieving their sexual urges,
these two began to share a clearer link in my mind.
Of course, at this point I knew I was way too young to actually do
anything, but at least I could provide the occasional visual preview of
what was to come! I also knew that the time ahead would allow me to
practice my techniques for arousal and satisfaction, so that whoever made
use of me in the future would come away completely satisfied.
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