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Conchita takes charge Chapter 1 I'm so used to this body now, and my new place in life. I wake at 5am, shower and wash my long dark hair. I slip into my short blue uniform and a pair of modest dark tights and flat black shoes. Then long before the master awakes I have begun the daily clean. My routine is so well established now that I drift through it all on auto- pilot - scrub the kitchen floor, clean the oven and fridge, dust the main living room. It always brings me pleasure to dedicate myself to these humble tasks and see the house become immaculate once more. At 7am it is time to begin the Master's breakfast. He likes a full English breakfast of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, toast. It takes time to do this to perfection but I have become a skilled little chef through dedication and practice, particularly at making the Master's favourites. At 7:30am I am ready with this breakfast on a tray and ascend the stairs to his room. One might have thought these large breakfasts would have led to him gaining weight. Not a bit of it. He doesn't always eat all of it. I think partly he just likes the process of me preparing it while he sleeps. And he exercises regularly, at various pursuits, so that his fine body looks strong and supple. In his presence I feel small and helpless, an insignificant moon in orbit around a star. I enter and place the tray down over his legs while he still sleeps. Then I open the curtains, step to the side of his bed, and wish him "Good morning Master". His eyes flicker, he looks up and me and smiles. "Good morning Conchita," he replies, as he pulls himself up to eat. "This looks very appetizing, good work." "Thank you Master. It is nothing." "Not at all Conchita. You're coming along famously. I can't imagine another maid taking your place." I cannot help but blush. He enjoys playing games with me, and he knows I enjoy it too. "You are too kind Master. It is a pleasure to serve you." "Very good, now run along. I'm sure you have many chores to do." "Of course Master." "Kathleen will be coming at ten. Have the place spotless by then, and some snacks ready." "Very good Master." With that I am dismissed and hurry down the stairs. There is so much to do by ten and I must give it my full concentration. I am soon back on my knees, scrubbing and dusting. Kathleen arrives a little early but no matter. I have accounted for that contingency and some of the less visible dusting will simply have to wait for later. Of course everything was done yesterday and perhaps only my eye can see these details. I welcome her at the door. She breezes past me without a word, as though I was a ghost that barely flickered in her consciousness, and takes one of the crab cakes I have just baked and laid out. I close the door and stand with my arms folded, eyes down, ready for any order or else to simply be part of the background. "Robert!" she calls. "Don't leave me her waiting with your little Latina!" There are footsteps on the stairs and he appears. "So sorry, my love. You deserve a much better class of company." "You devil. You know she can hear you. Don't be so cruel," but she is laughing as she says it. "Quite right," he says, as he sweeps her up in his arms and gives her a twirl. "Now let's get you upstairs. I've something to show you." She giggles, puts her hand on his chest and allows herself to be escorted up to his room. A few minutes later the sounds of her joyous moans echo around the house. It would appear that the Master has become quite an expert in that department. I take the opportunity to check my appearance in the mirror. Despite my simple outfit and tied-back hair I am quite pretty. I don't take the liberties with my appearance that Conchita used to of course. My Master is very strict with me on that subject. But it is obvious that, with more make-up and fancier clothes, I would be an attractive woman. Even now the generous swell of my breasts and hips are evident, and I have seen how delivery men look at me - allowing their eyes to linger lustfully, knowing I have no power to prevent them. I look just as I am. A pretty Latina girl dedicated to maid service, practicality over glamour, never at any risk of competing with my Master's glamorous blonde girlfriend. These thoughts send a tingle through me and, knowing I have the downstairs to myself for a while, I cup my breasts and squeeze them firmly while thinking of him. His effortless mastery and my total submission always me quiver with pleasure. My new body is so perfectly suited to my situation and I like to enjoy it as such. I fondle myself, hands brushing over my uniform, and think of him and how this came to be. About how, though now it seems like a faint memory, I was once Robert Graves and Conchita was my maid. How crazy that seems. Thank you Master for saving me. Chapter 2 The new maid was really working out, just as Kathleen had said it would. I didn't really like the idea of having a "servant" about the place but Conchita's breezy attitude made the whole thing seem totally natural. The place had never looked so good and her cooking was sublime. My place was far too big for one person and a pain to clean. Left to myself I'd have let most of it go. As a successful software developer, who'd recently sold a project for a great deal of money, I'd bought the fancy place just to look like a big shot. But then it turned out that a big place needs a maid to keep it in shape! Kathleen's attitude to her disturbed me a bit. She really did treat the girl like a pet of some kind, speaking slowly when addressing her as though she could barely grasp English and openly joking about her when she was in the room. "Your cute little serving girl is doing a fine job with the place. I just hope she's remembering her place when it comes to you," was a typical joke. At least I thought it was a joke until it kept being repeated. I did sometimes find my eye wandering over Conchita as she bent to clean the floor and shelves. And some of her dresses appeared to be a little low cut on days when Kathleen wasn't around. I'd notice this as she bent over me to serve breakfast in bed, and if I wasn't mistaken she'd often linger there for a second to ensure I could take a look at her breasts if I so wished. She was a small thing but generously endowed. Over time she seemed to realize that I wasn't big on discipline and became progressively less formal, wearing fun little dresses and leaving her hair down as she came to work. Yet she made a point of knowing when Kathleen was coming and would look impeccably practical on those days! I started to think that perhaps she has a crush on me and looked at her more earnestly. I couldn't deny that she was a beauty, but I wouldn't leave Kathleen. Our relationship didn't have a lot of fireworks, particularly in the bedroom recently, but we'd been together a long time and I wasn't going to throw that all away. One morning Conchita woke me for breakfast and I was stunned by her appearance. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Her pert breasts were displayed nicely as she bent with my tray. And she allowed her hand to wander down my stomach and along my thigh. "I want you Robert. I've cooked and cleaned for you, and now I want you." "Conchita," I gasped, "I won't deny I'm attracted to you but I'm with Kathleen. There can't be anything between us." In a surprisingly masterful gesture she put her finger to my lips and said "Shush, baby. I knew you'd say that. You're a good boy. But you need me and I've decided to take you." With that, she slipped my boxers off and smiled at my erection. "There we go baby. I know what you want." I felt powerless to do anything. She wasn't wearing any underwear - this had clearly all been planned. She straddled me and sank down on to me. Our love making was brief but incredibly pleasurable. I'd never been so excited. Once it was over she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Good boy. Don't worry about a thing. Let me take care of it." With that she was back off me and gone. When I came downstairs a little later she simply smiled at me and continued her cleaning. It looked like, for now at least, I was going to be getting a "maid with extras". It was almost too good to be true. I was worried there would be some kind of scene when Kathleen was next over, but not a bit of it. Conchita was attentive to her, continued to endure her dismissive attitude without complaint, and gracefully withdrew when Kathleen and I wanted some space to ourselves. She seemed to have no ambition to take Kathleen's place. My morning sex sessions with Conchita became regular, and were blissful. She seemed to like to take the masterful role, calling me her "good little boy" and always going on top. She expertly rode me till I couldn't take it any more and then delivered an amazing release. I'd never had sex like it, certainly not with Kathleen, and got to the point where I would do anything rather than give them up. Yet Conchita, who was surely aware of her increasing influence over me, would just smile at me and then return to her duties each day. I was wondering how I got so lucky. Then one morning the routine began to change. With my cock proudly at attention, as usual, she began to stroke it instead of sliding straight on. Then she looked at me and said "Robert, do you ever wonder what it's like to be me? Are you ever curious about what it's like to be maid to a powerful master? Running around the house all day in your little uniform, cooking and cleaning? It would really excite me if you wanted to know more about what it's like to be me." It was hard to speak while she was skillfully stroking my cock but I tried, haltingly: "What do you mean Conchita? Of course I'm interested in you." "There's my good boy, I knew you say that. Would you play a little game for me?" "Of course," I gasped, "tell me." "I'd find it so sexy if you put on my underwear for a little while and pretended to be my maid. It would show me how confident you are in your masculinity, and how interested you really are in me. That's not asking too much is it baby?" I was putty in her hands at this point. "Um, ok. When?" "Tomorrow baby? I'll leave some underwear for you under your pillow, and when I show up in the morning you'll be dressed and we'll play our game." This all sounded a bit odd but I could see why she wanted to be understood. "OK," I gasped. "Good baby," she said, and squeezed a little harder. I came like crazy over myself. She smiled down at me and then dabbed me clean with a tissue. She rose, straightened her dress and went downstairs to carry out her usual chores without another word. The next morning I found my alarm had been set early, presumably to give me time to prepare. I looked under my pillow and found a plain black bra, panties and a note. The note read: "Can't wait to play this morning baby. If you want to be an extra good boy, wear what's in the closet too." I had a feeling this was going to be very sexy and I didn't want to disappoint her. I put on the underwear - it was a bit tight but quite elastic so wasn't too much of a problem. I opened up the closet and found a large plain dress, an apron and a black wig that went down to my shoulders. I put these on too and took a look in the mirror. I looked like a big clumsy man dressed as a rather ugly maid, but there was still something striking about my reflection. I really did look ready for service rather than ordering anyone about! I was still checking myself out when Conchita came in, without breakfast today. In fact she looked stunning with her hair down and wearing a smart blue suit and heels. I gasped and she looked at me with visible delight. She walked over to me, with her heels clicking smartly off the floor, and appraised me up close. "Very nice baby, you have been good. You're a little on the large side for a maid but otherwise you'll do very nicely!" "Glad you like it Conchita," I smiled, and even found myself dropping a little mock curtsey. "I more than like it. But," and she put a finger to my lips, "it's Miss Martinez to you naughty boy. How dare you be so familiar with your employer." Her saucy little smile was a picture. I couldn't help but play along. "Of course Miss Martinez. I'm so sorry." "Very well Bobby. Just don't let it happen again. Now follow me downstairs." And she turned on her heel and left me lustfully looking after her. "Now Bobby!" she said, without turning, and I scurried to catch up in my bare feet. Once we were downstairs she took me through the procedure of her morning chores. She showed me how to cook my breakfast and then tested me. "Not bad for a first go. I'm sure you'll improve with practice," she said, with another irresistible smile. "And now for the floor. I'm very particular about a clean kitchen floor Bobby. You'll need to get down on your knees and scrub it from corner to corner." While I did this she stood over me, pointing to imagined dirty patches with her toe. I scrubbed my heart out, occasionally wondering why I was getting off on this so much. I had a raging hard on, straining against the little panties I was wearing. I felt so good and so dirty at the same time as I carefully scrubbed every inch of that floor. "Good boy Bobby. Now follow me upstairs for your treat." Once we were upstairs she had me undress infront of her except for the bra, which she asked to keep on because it "made her so hot to see me in it". Then without undressing, except for her panties, she straddled me on the bed and quickly brought me to an explosive climax. She smiled down at me. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did Bobby. I really must get on with my duties now though." I opened my mouth to speak but she put her finger to my lips, gave me a meaningful look and then was gone. When I had cleaned up, dressed and gone downstairs I found her back in one of her usual cleaning dresses and faithfully working away. She gave me a brief glance and resumed her cleaning. It seemed that our little morning escapades were to be kept quite separate from the rest of the day, when she was just my regular maid. That was just fine with me - I had a girlfriend, a maid and an adventurous lover on the side. I could hardly believe it. We continued with our morning games. Conchita supplied a steadily more complete outfit in my closet each morning, so I was soon wearing tights, a pair of flat women's shoes and even a little necklace. It was a lot like her outfit and, of course, the underwear actually was hers. I still looked like a man in a dress but it always got me in the mood for roleplay. Conchita was always in the mood too. She turned up in a smart suit and ordered me about with great efficiency, always referring to me as Bobby (or was it Bobbi?) and insisting on being called Miss Martinez. I began to make her breakfast, which she would then eat while I scrubbed the floor around her. Once she was content with everything she would lead me back upstairs for more explosive sex, always with her on top and still mostly dressed, while I kept on only "my" bra and necklace. I thought that was as far as were going to go. I was so wrong! Chapter 3 One morning, while putting me through my paces in the kitchen, Conchita seemed to have a particular glint in her eye. When it came time for "my treat" she explained what she had in mind. "Baby you've been so wonderful. You've put yourself on my level and shown that you're willing to do anything to understand me. But I have a proposal for you now that is going to sound crazy, but which I hope you'll try." I was lying on the bed in just her necklace and underwear at this stage. She gently stroked my cock as she continued, always keeping her eyes on mine. It was almost like hypnosis. I couldn't look away from her intense gaze. "My mother gave me a special necklace, which you've been wearing every morning for a while now. And I've been wearing it for the rest of the day. It knows both of us very well now. It is said that if the wearer truly wishes, with all their heart, to assume the shape of another known to the necklace then it will grant that wish. I know you don't believe it, and I'm not sure I do either, but wouldn't it be fun to try! We could be like twins for a day." Despite my captivated state, as she continued to skillfully caress my most sensitive areas, my eyes widened at what she was saying. Surely this was a joke. I said as much. "I know baby - it all sounds absurd. But just for fun, would you do it for me. Wish with all your heart that you had my cute little body. Just think of the fun we could have!" "OK Conchita, if it makes you happy. I wish I had your cute little body," I said in a jokey voice. Of course, nothing happened. She gripped me hard making my eyes water. "Say it properly! Think of how much fun you'd have wearing all my cute little maid outfits properly." Actually that was kind of hot. The thought of us as twins, taking turns as maid and mistress maybe. Then getting steamy with each other afterwards. Alright just to make her happy I'd picture that and put my heart into it. "Oh magical necklace, I beg of you to give me Conchita's beautiful body!" Conchita smiled and her grip turned back to a playful stroke. "Good boy. Let's see what happens." I didn't feel a think but I noticed Conchita's eyes widening. "What is it?" "I think it's working," she gasped. "You're just playing with me." "If you say so," she grinned. But then I realized the band from her bra wasn't biting into my back as it had before, nor her panties around my waist. They were actually starting to feel like a decent fit. I looked down at myself and I was definitely getting smaller and slimmer. I was beginning to resemble myself at 12 years old. But things didn't stop there. Once I was "down to size" a bit of reshaping began to occur. My chest began to tingle like crazy and I saw breasts take form and then gracefully grow to fill the cups of my bra. My skin got steadily browner until I was unmistakably Latina. My hips and bottom rounded out and I could feel hair trickling down past my shoulders, with strands of black rather than my usual blonde in front of my eyes. Conchita's loving hand continued to stroke my groin but there was no cock left. She had slid her hand inside my panties and was running an expert couple of fingers inside me. "You have to come for your new body to settle," she said. "The power of the orgasm locks it in place." "You actually knew this was going to work?" I squealed, with a voice that sounded nothing like my own. "Not entirely," she laughed, "but my mother is a serious woman and she told me of the necklace's powers. Who knows what she used it for?" "I'm not sure I want to stay like this. I want to go right back," I pleaded. "Oh come on baby. You can't back out now. This has been such a success!" I tried to struggle but I felt so weak - this body was small and worn out from the dramatic changes. Conchita held me easily in place and continued to massage my new pussy. The pleasure had only increased since her fingers moved inside me. I bucked helplessly in her arms and came with a shattering orgasm. I'd never felt such pleasure. Then I passed out. The last thing I saw was her beautiful face looking down at me. "I guess my face looks like that now," was my final thought. I came round slowly, feeling like I'd just been through the strangest dream. As soon as I looked down at myself though I was reminded it was all real. There were black wisps of hair all around me, slim brown shoulders and arms, and two firm breasts that sent a little shiver through me as I cupped them. Conchita appeared to have been busy. I had been in just her underwear and necklace when I passed out. I felt for the mysterious necklace around my neck but it was gone. She had put me in a little yellow dress with a white apron tied at my waist. My legs were in tights. I rose and inspected myself in the mirror. It was stunning - I was looking at Conchita. She had even put a little make up on me to complete the effect. I couldn't resist doing a bit of a twirl. Damn that girl had a fine body when she chose to show it off, and now it was my body too! I ran a finger nail down my chest to the start of my cleavage setting off all sorts of pleasant little tingles. "Hola, I am Conchita" I told the mirror, putting on an imitation of her accent, and giggled to myself. "I thought I heard you up and about. Looks like you're adjusting well." I span round to see Conchita at the door. She had dressed herself in an identical outfit and walked over to me by the mirror. We looked at our reflections and both giggled. It really was impossible to tell which of us was which. We were a perfect pair of Latina twins, dressed for duty. "Can you imagine how many rich men would pay to have us cleaning up after them?" she smiled. I could only continue to gaze at the enticing reflections in the mirror. She was more than right. We'd be quite the novelty for high-end maids. Not that that was going to happen of course. This was strictly just for fun. "Come on," she said. "We have work to do, and then your treat my gorgeous baby." She trotted off down the stairs. I followed, wondering what she had in store. It turned out to be the usual run of chores and these were now divided equally between us. I'd been doing the kitchen in the mornings while she did the rest after our "playtime". But now we worked as a team moving through the whole house, room by room. She gave me patient direction on what to do and then worked alongside me once I had the idea. All the chores were done in half the time and we both worked up a sweat by the end. Then she took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. "Undress me," she said simply. I methodically removed her apron, shoes, dress and finally underwear. She was beautiful. "Now your turn," she smiled. "And relax, it's nothing I haven't seen before." I stood still while she stripped off the same identical clothes she had been wearing. We faced each other naked. She boldly put one hand on my breast and the other behind my neck before pulling me in for a long kiss. It's quite a feeling to be seduced by your own reflection. My legs were shaking and she pushed me gently back on to the bed. "I promise that you are going to love this," she said. I believed her. She kissed her way up my inner thighs and then penetrated me with her tongue. I cried out with surprise and delight. She continued relentlessly as I writhed underneath her, until finally I begged her to stop. "One joy of your new body is multiple orgasms," she smiled. "My God. I must have had ten. I thought I was going to die. You're incredible," I gasped. "My turn now baby," she said. That was only fair. I had never gone down on her before but it wasn't as if I had anything else but my tongue to offer now. She rolled over and I kissed my way down her body to her pussy and began to lick. She put her fingers through my hair, gently directing me. Why hadn't I done this before - it was fun. "That's it baby. Work your tongue right there for me." I don't think she had quite as much fun as I'd had, but she seemed to like it a lot. She was soon bucking and squealing, and after a few minutes patted me gently on the head to stop. "Well done girl. You're a natural." "You're too kind," I replied, looking up at her contentedly. We cuddled for a while and I loved the feel of our warm soft breasts pressed against each other. She stroked my hair and whispered "sleep", and I soon drifted away. Chapter 4 I must have slept right through as I was woken by the alarm clock at 6:30am. Concita was gone but there was a note on the side table. "Be downstairs in your uniform promptly for 7:30. Do your best with your make up. CM." I hopped into the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water on my new body, but couldn't linger. I had been put on a schedule! Washing my long hair took time but I liked it. "A girl's hair is her crowning glory," I murmured to myself as I rinsed it. I checked the closet and was surprised to find all my old clothes gone. There were just the two simple yellow dresses from yesterday, two white aprons, and a selection of fresh white bras and panties in the drawers. I slipped into the underwear, noting how snugly it fit me now. Of course, Conchita knew the right size! The bra lifted and supported my breasts, making me feel secure and emphasizing my new shape. Then came the dress. The yellow suited my dark skin and gave me a cheerful look. It was cut around the knee and only the top of my cleavage was visible, but it was well fitted and flattered the swell of my chest and the curve of my hips. The apron had dainty straps that ran over my shoulders and around my narrow waist, pulled tight with a rather fetching bow at my lower back. Donning the apron had quite an effect on me. My reflection changed from that of a pretty girl in a simple dress, to clearly that of a young housemaid. I felt a slightly familiar shiver go through me as I transformed into this new person. Finally the make up! Conchita had left me a simple kit with some foundation, lipstick and eye liner. I felt sure I'd make a mess of it but, to my surprise, I found that if I just relaxed my mind then my hand seemed to know its own way. With hardly a conscious thought I was able to quickly recreate the look that Conchita had given us both yesterday. I put my hair back in a band, stood and straightened my apron for a final inspection. To my eye I looked just as good as yesterday. I was a perfect likeness of a real Latina maid ready to start her day! I giggled at the thought - this was such fun! I checked the clock, 7:28am. Two minutes to spare. Feeling sure Conchita would be proud of me I headed downstairs. She was waiting for me in the kitchen. I had wondered what she would wear, having apparently donated her matching yellow dress and apron to my closet, and it was clear that we would not look like doppelgangers today. Her hair was down and elegant, her make up was striking, and she wore a beautiful blue dress with heels. She looked far more like a successful executive than a maid today. I was stunned - I'd never seen her like this before. She smiled, came over to me and kissed me full on the lips. My heart raced. She had such an effect on me, particularly with the way she was presenting herself today. "You look perfect baby. Great job with the make up. Give me a twirl." I couldn't resist and did a lively spin, with my apron gently billowing out around me. "And now perhaps a curtsey?" I glanced at her meaningfully, and replied with a smile. "As you wish, my lady." And I dropped on to a lowered knee, pinching the skirt of my dress as I did so. She laughed warmly. "You are just priceless baby. You are going to get so lucky later." My heart swelled. I had enjoyed performing for her. She looked majestic, and it seemed so natural to give her what she wanted. Today's difference in appearance had put a surprising distance between us. Yesterday she had been my twin, but today she was on an untouchable pedestal. Could I really look like that with a bit of work? It seemed unthinkable. Her face took on a more serious expression, as if returning to her plan. "But before your treat, young lady, you are going to learn a bit more about life in my shoes. And I'm going to have a bit of fun sampling your lifestyle. I never had a partner to help me with the chores, as you had yesterday. You know how to do it all now and you're going to clean this house from top to bottom. "Any mistakes will be noted and punished," she added with a wink. "Start with my breakfast though, I'm hungry! Just some cereal, diced fruit and orange juice will be fine. But be quick about it." With that she sat at the kitchen table and made clear that she intended to watch. I stood hesitating for a moment. I wasn't sure what I'd expected but it wasn't quite this. She simply smiled at me and nodded towards the food cupboards. I couldn't resist her - this was her game and I'd play for another day. She was just so gorgeous and funny!" "Of course miss, I'll get right to it." Her smile broadened and she nodded her approval. I set to work and soon found myself falling into a pleasant rhythm. I served her breakfast and began cleaning the floor. I was around halfway done when she stood up and wordlessly strolled through to the living room. I cleared away her things, finished the floor, and then made a small bowl of cereal for myself. She was watching TV as I came though and just smiled briefly at me before turning back to the screen. "A full polish of the dining room table today I think," she said, with a wave of her hand in that direction, making it clear that no further discussion was expected. "Of course miss," I replied with another curtsey that almost made me giggle again. I don't know if she even noticed. She really did look as though she owned the place with her stunning dress and easy manner, ordering me effortlessly around as she lay in the recliner. I knew that I, by comparison, would never be mistaken for anything other than a serving girl. I smiled at the thought as I got on with my work. The living room took some time and I was genuinely tired by the end. This small body was stronger than it looked but my knees and arms were starting to ache. Conchita noticed I had come to a pause and surveyed the room from her seat. "Fine, now the rest," she grinned and flicked her eyes towards the stairs. This really was going to be a full day in character. I hoped that the treat at the end of it would be a good one. The upstairs took some time, broken by a call from Conchita for lunch. I made her favourite sandwiches, delivered to her on a tray, before making myself a quick bite in the kitchen. After lunch she called up to me that she was going out for a walk and expected everything done by 4pm when she returned. Then I heard the door go. I had the house to myself. My house! But my chores had been set and I had signed up to do them. My body again seemed to be in motion almost by itself and it would have been difficult to stop it. I worked efficiently, scrubbing hard and polishing delicately just as required for each task. I'd been shown what to do the day before but surprised myself with my new skills. It was almost as if I'd been doing this for years. It certainly made life easier so I let myself sink completely into this routine where I ran on auto-pilot. I was done by 3:30 and sank gratefully into the same recliner that Conchita had used for most of the morning. I was bone weary and couldn't have cleaned another thing, however much I might have wanted to please my charming mistress of the day. A little later when I heard her at the door I instinctively jumped up and folded my hands in front of my skirt. "Welcome back miss," I greeted her as she entered. After all this hard work I wanted to put the finishing touches to a day I hoped she had loved. "Thank you my dear. I've got a little something for your treat later but won't spoil the surprise. Let's have a look upstairs first and see if you've earned it." She walked me around and pointed out a couple of minor things, but it was as if she were making it up more for the fun of correcting me than because she could actually spot anything I'd missed. "You must have worked very hard though. I'm very proud of you. You completed embraced the idea of giving me a special day and stepping fully into my shoes. After dinner, prepared by you of course, I'm going to rock your world." I remained on best behavior for the rest of the day after this glowing praise. I read a book on the little bed in the spare room while she watched tv, and then made a complicated dinner with several sauces that came off surprisingly well. I ate by myself in the kitchen and then collected her tray and washed up. Finished for the day! She led me upstairs by the hand, kissed me deeply and looked into my eyes. "Thank you lover, this has been one of the best days of my life. Now undress for me. I've been burning to see my little maid out of her uniform all day." I flirtatiously undid my apron, slid off my dress, and played with my underwear a little before removing it. She watched me with widening eyes. "Have your talents no end? You're already quite the seductress. Here's my first little present to thank you." She produced a black silk collar with a little silver clasp and deftly fastened it around my neck. Then she loosed my hair so that it fell down around my new ornament. "Perfect," she pronounced. "You're a vision of sweet femininity." She led me to the mirror and I saw she was right. My sweet figure had a light sheen of sweat on it from a hard day's work. My nudity was striking but was somehow offset by the collar, which was both elegant and somehow suggestive of submission and perhaps even an owner. Or was I being silly? "Thank you, it's lovely." We were a striking image in the mirror. Me in just my silk collar, and her still fully clothed in her beautiful outfit. She ran her fingers casually through my hair while I sighed with pleasure. "Undress me now," she said. I happily did so, taking my time much as I had done with my own clothes. I savoured every moment of removing her lacy underwear, far more extravagant that my simple items. Then she was down to just her necklace, which I realised was the one that had had such an effect on me. Even naked, she was clothed with something of rare power while I wore something that felt deliciously submissive. "How do you want this to go?" she asked me. I couldn't resist speaking honestly. "Today is all about you. Let's finish it that way. Please take complete control, miss." She beamed. "Thank you baby." She gracefully spread herself on the bed, closed her eyes and waved a finger up and down over herself. I took the hint and knelt carefully over her, kissing her toes, her legs, her breasts, her belly, and finally easing my tongue inside her. She moaned happily. I don't know how long it lasted but finally I felt her rub my head and say. "Wonderful, but enough." I lay beside her and stroked her back while she recovered. "Your treat now. Close your eyes, and don't open them till I say so" "Yes miss, please be gentle" I giggled and closed my eyes obediently. I waited with anticipation and heard a bag rustle before she joined me back on the bed. She kissed me all over, exquisitely warmed me up in my new zone of pleasure with her tongue, and then something else began to make its presence felt there. I kept my eyes closed but squealed. I felt her finger descend on my lips. "Shush baby. Trust me. I promise that you're going to enjoy this." The object moved deeper inside me, seemingly probing how far it could go. I'd never felt anything like it. My body was letting it in, bit by bit, and firing off all kinds of tingles and shivers as it did. Every time I thought it had stopped and couldn't go further I was wrong, just a slight pause before the next gentle but irresistible push. "Well done baby. It's all there now." I felt out of control. Something was in me, deep inside a part of me that I knew nothing about. It was exciting and very frightening at the same time. And then suddenly a buzz, and an astonishing sensation. I squealed again with a shock. Conchita laughed. "Go with it, you naughty girl." I felt her lips on my face, calming and caressing me. One hand stroked my hair while the other kept the object, which I now knew could only be a vibrator, deep inside me. I relaxed a notch and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could feel tears on my face, I hardly knew where I was. I was just near the end when Conchita gave the vibrator another nudge and whispered in my ear. "Come for me baby." The thrill of this latest order for the day, and the chance to fulfill my duties with an act of total pleasure, was completely too much. My orgasm washed over me like a tsunami. I was at its mercy and was swept along with it for what seemed like hours. All the time I could feel Conchita stroking my face and whispering "good girl". She gently removed the vibrator from me, kissed me on the cheek and headed for the shower, pausing to beckon me at the door. I pulled myself together and joined her. She slipped off her magical necklace and then unclasped my collar. "This only comes off when you shower baby. I want to see you in at all times otherwise. You just look so darling in it," she said. Seeing the necklace lying there put an odd thought in my head. I could grab it, slip it on and probably wish myself back. But Conchita had stepped into the shower and, at least for now, joining her was so much more tempting. The water ran over us both and we were two identical girls again, cleaning each other down and laughing. She surprised me at one point by deftly backing me up against the wall, squeezing my boob and taking me with a deep kiss. I could instantly feel myself begin to tingle again, but she backed off and continued washing her hair. Perhaps she just wanted us both to know that I was still hers for the taking whenever it pleased her. I couldn't deny it - she was utterly irresistible to me. We toweled down and she slipped her necklace back on and reclasped my collar around my neck with a smile. Then back into our things. "I'm going to stay over tonight baby. Please make up the little guest room and take all the clothes from the closet down there. We'll never get any sleep if we share a bed all night. I think it's best we keep that for play time," she said. "Yes miss ," I replied, with a curtsey. Her eyes sparkled as she watched me pull off my little maneuver, which I knew she liked. It seemed so easy to fall back into this role once my apron was tied, and I was glad she was staying over even if it was to be in the spare room. It sounded like she would be looking after me tomorrow if the maid's clothes were to be taken down there. I wondered if I would be changing back to my old self, or perhaps even trying out the glamorous image that Conchita had nailed today. I hurried on with my tasks, getting the fresh linen on the bed in the smaller of the two guest rooms and moving the clothes. The room had already been cleaned as part of my work today but I gave it a final once over now I knew it would be occupied. I heard the front door and Conchita called me. I found her with a small suitcase in the hall. "Take this upstairs to the master bedroom." "Yes miss." She followed me up and had me unpack the clothes into the closet. Another couple of lovely dresses, some expensive looking underwear, and a more extensive make up kit than mine. "Do you want me to try these on tomorrow?" I asked tentatively. "Of course not silly. These are my things, and this is my room. You will sleep in the maid's room tonight, and wake me with breakfast in bed tomorrow just as I have done for you so many times. Then you'll have completed a full day in my shoes, just as you promised." I felt embarrassed to have made such an elementary mistake, and made such a presumption. Of course these were her nicest things and she wouldn't be giving them to me. A night in the "maid's room" did seem like the only fitting end to my day as a maid when I thought about it. "Of course miss. I'm so sorry." She kissed me and grinned. "Don't worry about it you silly little muddlehead. Now fix me a large brandy, and you can join me with a small one for yourself." We passed a pleasant evening talking. I mostly just listened and Conchita told me a bit more about her family. She had always wanted to be more than a maid but had little access to education as a child and decided that excelling in this profession and working in the home of a good and wealthy man was the right goal. She was very pleased to have found me. That warmed my heart and I told her that she would always be wanted here. Finally I was dismissed to my room with instructions to deliver breakfast in bed at 7:30, and to look my smartest of course. Chapter 5 It was strange to sleep in the little guest room of my own house. I'd hardly ever been in here, except recently as the maid, and my occasional guests had always been put into the larger and fancier main guest room. But I felt very cosy here. It was plain and simple but perfectly in keeping with the role I was playing. Conchita has provided a simple white cotton gown for me to sleep in. I was tired out and drifted off to sleep easily. I was up at 6am to ensure I had time to make everything perfect for Conchita. My shower, dressing and make up routine were swifter today as I grew more sure of myself. When I clasped my collar, fluffed out my apron and checked my reflection I was delighted with the sweet looking maid staring back at me. It was Conchita with a subtle extra feminine touch - perhaps the combination of the collar, the fluffy apron and a natural wide eyed look I seem to have in this body. I was ready for work but there was still something about me that suggested I was available for play too! I had more than enough time to make Conchita's breakfast so I cleaned the kitchen floor too. No point leaving chores waiting and she'd be grateful not to have to do it later. Then on the dot at 7:30 I tapped on her door and let myself in. She was still fast asleep! She was sprawled out indulgently across the king size bed in a pretty night gown with a contented look on her face. I place the tray by the bed and made a little noise as I opened the curtains. The sun streamed in and she stirred. I picked the tray up back up and greeted her. "Good morning, miss." I managed a small curtsey despite the weight of the tray. She laughed and clasped her hands. "Perfect baby. I never thought I'd be the one getting served in bed by a pretty maid." She sat herself up and I carefully placed the tray over her legs. She began to eat and I lingered hesitantly. She glanced up. "Get on with your day. I'll be down in a couple of hours. I'm going to enjoy this and get up slowly." I had been dismissed again! I went back downstairs and wondered if I should press on with the rest of the chores - was that what she had meant? It seemed silly to be dressed for work and stand idle so I made a tentative start on the rest of the kitchen. My mind soon switched off and suddenly it was mid-morning, Conchita had come down in another beautiful dress, and I had cleaned half of the house. "You got on with the chores! I knew you would. Good girl. I was going to leave it up to you how you spent today, and I still will. I'm going out for the day to see my mother and a friend. I won't be back till evening. We'll have some more fun then, even more than yesterday perhaps. "You should remember though that your girlfriend," and she grinned broadly as she emphasized that word, "is due round today at 3pm. Or had you forgotten about her?" I gasped. I really had forgotten all about Kathleen with the drama of recent events. "She will be expecting to find Robert but of course she won't, or at least she won't recognize him," she laughed, letting her eyes run over my figure. "You have a choice to either go out, in which case I suggest removing the apron, and explore the world a bit from your current perspective. But I'm rather hoping you'll stay and greet her. Wouldn't you like to find out how she acts when she thinks you're not around? And you'll learn what it's like for me to deal with her. She can be quite... demanding, to put it kindly." I couldn't imagine going out like this. I felt so vulnerable and would be terrified of who I might bump into, but meeting Kathleen like this was intimidating too. "What if she somehow works out it's me?" Conchita laughed and kissed me. "Trust me doll, not in a million years will she suspect. Just stay in character and you'll do fine. Do try not to upset her or I'll end up paying for it! And you can tell her that Robert will be back tomorrow if she'd like to call again." I had mixed feelings when she said that and realised I'd been patiently waiting for her to tell me when I would be changing back to my old self, rather than pushing the issue myself. Being assertive was so out of character for me in this role and I had just wanted her to handle everything. It would be good to go back to the old me, but I certainly would miss this cute figure and the new side of myself that I'd been allowed to explore. Perhaps we'd do this again some time, even if just for an hour or two. Conchita was already at the door. "If you do stay home then you might want to keep up the cleaning though. Your girlfriend has a sharp eye and will give you a hard time if she thinks you're slacking off." She grinned at me and then was gone. I had four hours till Kathleen came. I ran through all the chores in my head and felt that I could have the place spotless by then. Then I could relax for the rest of the day after she was gone. The thought of going out never seriously occurred to me. This house felt like my natural place at the moment, and I wanted Conchita to know that I'd seen this through and met Kathleen in her place. I realised that pleasing Conchita had become very important to me and wondered briefly about that. There was no time to be idle though with so many things to get done by 3pm. I settled to work and my mind soon calmed, focusing all of its attention on completing every task exactly as Conchita had shown me. I felt pleasure in my evident skill at each task and even the aches felt like old friends today. The time flew by. At 2:45pm I was done. I slumped down into one of the kitchen chairs, not wanting to disturb any of the carefully preparing furniture in the living room. Getting the whole house done at speed had been exhausting but satisfying. I'd have challenged any real maid to do a better job. After 5 minutes off my feet I felt ready for my next challenge. I gave myself a quick wash at the sink and checked my appearance in the hall mirror, tucking a few stray long hairs back into my band and straightening out my dress and apron. I felt I was as ready as I'd ever be. Would she somehow know it was me? I looked steadily at the Latina girl in the mirror, with her simple uniform and pretty face. I couldn't see a single trace of the old me. There was no reason to think Kathleen would either. I heard a key in the door and my heart skipped a beat. She was early. I faced the doorway and folded my hands across my apron. "Good afternoon miss," I said as she entered, dropping a curtsey as she looked at me. "Conchita," she replied curtly, although I noticed a flicker of approval at my show of respect. She turned her back to me and raised her arms. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what was happening. "Coat, girl" she snapped. Of course. I carefully removed her coat from her shoulders and placed it on one of the coat hooks. It was clearly worth a lot more than all of my current outfits put together. I hadn't really appreciated all the nice things that Kathleen and I had. She had gone through to the living room and I followed. As Conchita had suggested, her eye was indeed roving the room taking in all the details. "Not bad Conchita, your work continues to be quite adequate." "Thank you miss." "Have you done the rest of the house?" "Yes miss. I just finished before you arrived." "Good. I may inspect it later. I'm sure Robert doesn't pay much attention to these matters but I will keep standards up. Is he home?" "I'm afraid not miss." "Where is he? Why didn't he call?" I blushed. I hadn't thought about this. Of course I couldn't have called. My current voice could never be mistaken for my old one. It was entirely feminine with a trace of a Spanish accent, just as Conchita's had been. It was a bit odd as I couldn't speak more than a couple of words of Spanish but, with other more dramatic changes, I hadn't worried too much about that one. It was just another example of my current body having its own way of doing things. Sometimes I was the driver, and sometimes almost more of a passenger. "He said it was a surprise miss, and that he would explain it all to you tomorrow." She looked at me hard but then shrugged. "He can be a strange one. If it's a good surprise then I'll let him off. I wanted to pick up a couple of things and check my plants anyway. Have you watered them today?" I hadn't realised my role included any garden duties. We had a gardener who came twice a week but, now I thought of it, some of the plants would need daily watering and Conchita usually took care of that. "Not yet miss." "I thought you said you were finished," she frowned. "Sorry miss, only the house has been finished but not the garden." "Follow me." She walked me out into the garden. It was a generous plot that had given Kathleen plenty of opportunity to take it over and indulge her interest in growing various flowers. She fancied herself as quite the expert these days. She had me fill up the watering can and then follow her around, directing me on exactly where to water each plant and how much. Presumably she had been through this with Conchita before but she enjoyed doing it again. I tried to absorb every detail. It was nice to be out in the garden and perhaps I'd even take this chore on from time to time when I was back to my old self. Kathleen was satisfied with the way I hung on her every word and gave each of her flowers my complete attention. "Be particularly careful with this one Conchita. It's rare, and it's worth more than your annual salary," she said at one point. I couldn't tell if she was joking. Did we have a plant that was worth that much? What was Conchita's salary? I realised I let Kathleen handle a lot of the financial matters around the house. We went back inside and she had me fix her tea and finger sandwiches. While she enjoyed her afternoon tea on the sofa, I stood near the kitchen door awaiting further instructions. "Come here Conchita." I moved to stand in front of her. I glanced at her, saw she starting at me full in the face, and lowered my eyes. Making extended eye contact felt inappropriate, as if I were challenging her authority. "There's something different about you today." "Sorry miss. Have I done something wrong?" "Quite the opposite. Your attitude today has been a distinct improvement. There's never been any problem with your work but I've often felt that there's a detachment about you, occasionally bordering on insolence. It's as if you feel that the duties of a maid are beneath you and that you are destined for better things. You do a good job of hiding it so I've let it go, but I could see it." I had nothing to say and continue to gaze at my feet with mounting concern. It looked like Kathleen had some old grudges that I might be held accountable for. And I'd tried so hard to make today's meeting go well. "But today it's as if you've turned a new leaf, always calling me 'miss', dropping me curtseys, and following my instructions to the letter without a flicker of sarcasm. If you keep it up then you and I are going to get along a lot better." "Thank you miss. I would like that very much," and curtseyed as an afterthought. I delicately pinched my skirt and held my bent knee just a little longer than usual. I glanced up and she was actually smiling with genuine warmth. I was delighted. "Very nice Conchita. You are fortunate to have this position. It's good to see you finally embrace it and give yourself fully to it." "Yes miss, of course." I wasn't sure if I was doing Conchita a favour here by smoothing things over with Kathleen, or if I was setting her up to fail when she resumed her duties. I realised that perhaps I had gone a bit too fair with my impersonation of a good little maid, with all my formality and deference. Kathleen loved it but it's unlikely that Conchita would want to maintain it. Kathleen was right about her I realised. Conchita was good at her work but was a free spirit who would never accept that someone else was better than her, and worthy of her service. I guess I had liked that about her, while it had driven Kathleen crazy. As the woman of the house I could understand why Kathleen might feel more threatened by a maid with ideas about her station. And she was right of course. Conchita had seduced me easily. "I like your little collar. It makes you look quite darling. Did Robert buy it for you?" I was slightly flustered. "Yes miss. He asked me to consider it part of my uniform. He thought it suited me." I was worried this might spark a bit of jealousy, but not at all. "He was quite right. I didn't know he had such good taste. If I had my way we'd smarten your whole appearance up a bit with some proper uniforms - something simple for your everyday work and then perhaps something a little extravagant for special occasions." Kathleen loved to shop. Her eyes glazed for a couple of moments and I knew she was picturing me in various colours and cuts of uniform, deciding how she'd most like me to appear. Conchita might be signed up as a future "improvement" project. "Your little dresses and aprons are rather endearing, I'll admit, but I think proper uniforms will help with maintaining this recent improvement in your attitude. At all times you will look every inch the smart and professional maid. This will serve as a reminder that you should act accordingly." "Yes miss." "Very good. I'll talk to Robert about it tomorrow. We'll go shopping together so I can try out a few possibilities. It'll be fun." With that subject closed, Kathleen slid off her fancy red heels, wiggled her toes and sighed. "Would you rub my feet for me Conchita. They're rather sore." I was slightly taken aback. I had rubbed her feet as Robert, but I was pretty sure that Conchita would never have done that. It was certainly going beyond her cooking and cleaning duties. I glanced up and saw that Kathleen was looking at me very intensely again. I realised this was a test of Conchita's new attitude. Would she sit at her mistress' feet and tend to them? I found the thought quite erotic. I hadn't knelt at Kathleen's feet before but had always enjoyed rubbing them, and seeing the pleasure it brought her. She had very sensitive feet. The thought of doing this as her little maid was rather charming, and certainly preferable to the frosty reception I would get if I refused. It would undo all the good I'd achieved so far. "Of course miss, it would be a pleasure." I saw her eyes briefly widen with surprise and a smile flicker across her lips. I brushed off my apron, knelt by her feet and gently lifted them up and into my lap. Then, choosing to start with her right, I raised it up to in front of my chest and began to massage it firmly with my thumbs. My new hands weren't as strong but I soon adjusted, applying pressure just how and where I knew she liked it. I heard a little gasp of pleasure. "Ooh... carry on." I smiled and completed working my way around that foot, and then the other. Towards the end I looked up at her to see her eyes closed, head rolled back on a cushion, and her relaxed face expressing complete contentment. She looked so beautiful with her blonde hair, and artfully arranged curls, hanging down to her shoulders and the straps of her gorgeous red dress. She had a slim and athletic build, as a keen runner, and her toned legs had always been a star feature. Her dress was cut quite short and showed them off beautifully. I knew that, despite my affection for my own new body, I must look very humble next to her. I imagined for a moment that she was a model or a film star, enjoying the service of one of her underlings. She certainly looked the part. I gently placed her second foot back into my lap. "Was that satisfactory miss?" Kathleen laughed and opened her eyes. "I don't know what's happened with you Conchita but if I could bottle it and sell it to other women with maids, I'd make a fortune. You're a new woman. "That was excellent. Even better than Robert actually, though your technique is really quite similar" I blushed and hoped she didn't notice. "You keep this up and you'll be getting a pay rise. I think that you and I are off to a new start from today. Shoes," she commanded. I slid her designer heels back on to her shapely feet. She sighed and stood. After a moment I joined her on my feet. She gave me a final puzzled but appreciative look and turned for the door. I had a final moment of inspiration and ran ahead to the hallway. When she caught up I was waiting. "Your coat, miss." She turned her back and I slid the sleeves over her arms and settled it on to her shoulders. "Very good Conchita. See you tomorrow." "Goodbye miss." I opened the door for her, she breezed through without another glance at me but with a smile on her face, and I closed it softly behind her. I returned to the hallway mirror and smiled at my reflection. Success! I couldn't wait to tell Conchita about it. She might not be happy about the expectations Kathleen would have in future but she was certain to be amused that not only had I managed to pass inspection as Conchita, but Kathleen had been rather taken with me! After all the work and excitement I needed a lie down. I hesitated, looking at the stairs up to the master bedroom, but then returned to the little room where I had spent the last night and curled up on the bed. I fell asleep instantly, still in my apron, and only awoke when I heard Conchita return. Chapter 6 Conchita called. "I'm home baby. Where are you?" I sprang out of bed and checked my appearance, tidying myself up very quickly, and then ran out to find her. She was seated at the kitchen table and gestured for me to join her. She smiled at me. "I just love seeing you like this - every time feels like a surprise and a new pleasure." I smiled back. "You're not on duty now honey. Tell me how you're feeling. It's just us girls, like sisters." She chuckled. I reflected for a moment, wanting to give her an honest account. "It's been so strange, but such a thrill too. Everytime I see myself in the mirror I think is that really me? And then I realize it is is, and that I don't have time to enjoy gazing at myself because there's work to do! Otherwise I think I'd just look at my reflection for hours. "This body fascinates me, and it seems to be changing me in ways I don't really understand. Have you noticed my accent? And how I seem to know how to properly cook and clean already? Sometimes this body just takes over and I go along for the ride. "When Kathleen came over today I knew she was my girlfriend of course but I also felt terrified of her. I wanted so hard to please her and avoid any trouble. I ended up being such a perfect little maid for her so that she'd like me, and at the time it really felt natural. "I love this body but I wonder what would happen to me if I stayed in much longer. I think I'd become quite the timid little maid." I paused after this download of my thoughts, and then giggled at my conclusion. This whole thing really had been a thrill and scary at the same time. Conchita had been watching me with rapt attention. "That's fascinating baby. I'm so glad you've enjoyed this experience and got something out of it. When the spell worked I thought you would just be the same old you in a new body, a rather cute little body if I do say so myself. But you really threw yourself into the experience when I asked you to and I've been amazed at how quickly you've picked everything up. You really are already a better maid than I ever was." She let that thought sit between us for a moment. "I'm going to find out a bit more about the spell. But for now, tell me every detail about your meeting with Kathleen. However did you warm her up? She's always so mean to me!" I told Conchita everything. How I'd acted, how I'd felt, Kathleen's plans for the future. She laughed when she heard about the idea for uniforms. "That is so Kathleen. She loves bossing people about. I bet she dreams of having me running around after her dressed as a formal ladies' maid." When I had finished my account, Conchita said "It sounds like you've left me quite the impossible act to follow. I certainly won't be kneeling and rubbing her feet! You'll just have to help her get over her disappointment on that one. "Wonderful job though baby. I set you a challenge and, to be fair, you more than rose to meet it. If you can keep Kathleen happy then you don't have much more to learn about being a maid. After that, it's just about keeping the standard for week after week. Perhaps you'll never learn about that." I wondered about that "perhaps" but let it pass. "Have you eaten anything?" she asked. I realised I hadn't and shook my head. "Don't worry. Your duties are done for today. I brought takeaway!" We both ate with great enjoyment. It was spicy Indian food and after a long day it tasted wonderful. I was famished and didn't think there'd be enough but I became full again surprisingly quickly. I'd forgotten that I wasn't as big as I used to be. Conchita kindly tidied up after dinner and then beckoned me to follow her as she moved to the stairs. "Play time baby. You've more than earned it and there are going to be fireworks." I laughed and hurried after her. My experiences with Kathleen earlier had left me quite worked up and in need of a sexual release. Conchita's shapely figure moving up the stairs, beckoning me to follow, was exactly what I needed. After enjoying my reflection every time I noticed it, the idea of being able to make love with my twin was wonderful. She had me undress for her, and then slowly undressed herself right in front of me. I let my hair down so that it flowed over my shoulders, like hers. We were almost identical again. Only my silk collar and her mysterious necklace would have enabled an onlooker to tell us apart. It crossed my mind that many men would like to watch what was coming next. She took me in her arms and kissed me, then pushed me gently on to the bed. Again I felt like putty in her hands and hoped that she would play me like an instrument. "You first today baby. You've earned it." She covered my smooth inner thighs with kisses. My mind was already melting away and I could hear myself gently moaning, as if from a distance. Then she settled her tongue into my pussy, lovingly licking and probing me. I think I came several times. Everything was just a blur of pure pleasure until I came around with her kissing my breasts and neck. "Thank you. That was amazing." "Not at all baby. You're worth it. And besides, now you're going to do the same for me." She lay on her back and I kissed her face, her neck, her breasts, and began to move down further. "Use your fingers for now baby and keep your lips on my breasts." Whatever she wanted. I was becoming a lot more knowledgeable about what pleasures a woman and began to run my fingertips around her clitoris, while licking and gently biting a nipple. She moaned happily. "Are you ready for tonight's surprise?" she asked. I hadn't realised there would be another surprise tonight but was feeling far too content to object. What would it be? I lifted my lips briefly from her left breast. "Bring it on lover," I said. As I returne