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I noticed the new comers the day they moved into the house. I lived in a secluded area at the top of a small mountain in the Rockies. The cul-de- sac contained only seven houses, each quite nice, you might even say mansions, if they weren't such rustic designs. I had moved here a few years ago and of course knew all my neighbors. When the Franks moved to the beach, I was surprised, but they were like all of the other residents, older late 50s to mid-60s; the cold weather and snow was beginning to be a problem so they wanted some place warmer. I was the only resident in my 30s and also the only single one. I had inherited enough money when my mother died, to pay for most of my house. I liked it because it was remote, private, and was the perfect place for me to do my detailed wildlife paintings. I was not widely known, but I did make enough of a living off them to allow me to survive, and make the small mortgage payments without a real job. So when the moving truck showed up, I watched it unload, and knew the owners would be settling in. I gave them a week, thinking that at least they would have most stuff out of boxes. I then went over to introduce myself. I had brought some homemade cinnamon rolls as a welcoming gift. Standing on the porch, I was surprised when a woman opened the door. She was elegantly dressed, although casually, the outfit was obviously very expensive. She had accessorized it with lots of silver jewelry, again expensive in appearance. This did not surprise me, as most everyone was well to do on our street. What surprised me was that she was obviously Latin; everyone else on our street was a typical WASP. Not that it mattered, but it was unique. I had always felt that I was the outlier on our lane, as I wore my blonde hair long, pulled back in a ponytail generally, and had earrings in both ears. I told people, as an artist I needed to be a bit edgy in my appearance. "Hello, I'm Jansen, your neighbor from across the street. I wanted to welcome you and your family to the mountain top. I brought you some homemade rolls." "Well that is so nice. I'm Juanita Benitez. We've fell in love with this place the first time we looked at the house. It seems so peaceful. Please come in." "Oh, that's not necessary. I'm sure the place is still a bit unsettled since you just got here." "No really, please come in, we've pretty much got the house in order." I followed her inside and was amazed. The house looked fully decorated. There were no empty boxes or stuff out of place on counters. But what really struck me was how bright and cheerful the house looked. The Franks had these dreary looking drapes in the main room that were a washed out linen color. Now there were bright white curtains that made everything look almost sparkling. "I love what you have done with the house. Those new curtains look so much more cheerful than what was here before. I can see you have a great decorator touch." "Well really, those are the same drapes. Since they were a custom design, we got them with the house. I just gave them a thorough cleaning. If you use the right products and techniques you can work miracles with fabrics, even ones that have been aged and dingy after long use." Juanita then toured me through the house, where she introduced me to her husband, Eduardo. He was a tall, trim man that was friendly but a bit reserved as he was working on his computer at the time. When he stood up, I felt a bit embarrassed. It reminded me of my short stature; even Juanita was a bit taller than my 5'6" height. So when he had to get back to his computer, I was glad that Juanita continued the tour. I was constantly impressed by how well-kept everything was. Even though I had been in the house many times, the floors, windows, and even the built in shelves all looked so different, almost new looking. I raved to Juanita about how nice everything looked and what a job they had done with the place. I asked her what cleaning firm they had used. "We did everything ourselves. We ran a cleaning service for many years and became experts at restoring finishes, cleaning fabrics, and keeping a house in order. You can learn a lot about something when you make it your business." "Well it's all so impressive. I know I can't do anything close to this level of cleaning. I mean just the way you transformed the curtains in the main room is amazing. My laundry never seems to get things looking so bright." "Would you like some help? I would love to see your place and could show you some of our tricks if you want?" "Would you? I don't want to impose, I mean we just met, but seeing your house and how you transformed it from the former owners fills me with questions." "I'd love to. If you'd carry over some of my laundry products, we can do a load of your wash now and then you can show me your house. We'd hoped to make friends with our neighbors." So, unexpectedly, we headed back to my house. I was carrying a small box full of some laundry powder, bleach additives, and a few miscellaneous products. When we got inside my house, I was a bit embarrassed. The place looked nowhere near as neat or put together as Juanita's and I had been here for years. A quick look at the drapes, floors, and overall appearance was like looking at night after day. Her house just shone compared to mine. I reluctantly took her to the laundry. I always just threw stuff in a pile, as it was easier to do one load than sort stuff out. She immediately started asking questions about who cleaned the place, what they used, etc. I had to admit that I did the cleaning myself, obviously not very well, and had sort of just did what I thought was necessary. Juanita didn't seem surprised and asked if I was single. My affirmative answer had her shake her head yes. She told me that many of their clients had been single. It was so much harder to keep a place neat when it is just you; both from the amount of work and the desire to make everything sparkle. Single people become used to a place being only half way clean. I had to agree. She then asked me a few questions about what I normally use to wash my clothes, and looked at the washer. It was a good model and would do a good job with the proper products. She laughed when I told her I never sorted my clothes before washing and said she would start from the beginning for me. We would do the color items first, so I began to sort the dirty clothes into groups, separating out white, towels, jeans, and colored clothes. About half-way through the process, I lifted up a towel to place in the right group, when I saw the bra strap. Crap, I had forgotten all about that. I had a secret stash of women's clothes and would wear some lingerie every so often around the house. I normally didn't wear anything, but if I felt extremely horny I might put on a bra and some panties to masturbate. I had done that earlier this week and put them in the wash pile. I tried to shift some items as I sorted stuff and smoothly picked up a pair of jeans with the lingerie below them. But apparently I wasn't as smooth as I thought. "Jansen, you've got some color clothes under the jeans, go ahead and put them in the right pile." As I picked them up, I began to blush. They were a matching set; maroon lace and sheer, a pair of boy short panties and a balconette bra. I again tried to stuff them into the pile so she wouldn't see them. "Oh those look cute. They shouldn't go in the washer though. You definitely need to hand wash lingerie. Just put them in the sink and we can deal with them once the washer is going." I followed her instructions, feeling as if my face was on fire from the embarrassment. I continued to sort out the clothes and when done, she showed me what she used to clean them. As the washer kicked in, she indicated that we would deal with the hand washed items. She told me to run some warm water in the sink and added a product for delicate materials. I couldn't look her in the eyes, as she told me how to softly scrub them, paying special attention to the band of the bra where it went under the arms and the crotch of the panties. I was to use gentle pressure to rub the fabric together and massage the items with my fingertips. Once she felt I had done enough, she told me to let them soak while the washer handled the other colored clothes. Now I felt even more awkward as we had nothing to do but wait until the machine finished. I had decided to tell her that the clothes were left from a girlfriend, but first I had to get her distracted. I asked her if she had suggestions for cleaning the house. We then made another tour of the house, with her pointing out what should be done. I was amazed at how much work she thought it needed. As we entered the kitchen, I decided we should just sit and talk. So I offered her some fresh baked bread and something to drink. She said that would be lovely, and I got her a glass of wine and we went out onto my screened porch. I was trying to figure out how to work in the girlfriend story when she started asking questions. "So Jansen, how long have you lived here? What do you do for a living? How do you decide what to paint? Do make fresh bread all the time? What else do you like to cook? Ever tried southwest-style cooking? What else do you do for fun? " I had been rattling off answers, glad to put some distance between me and the earlier event in the laundry room. I was just beginning to get relaxed, and it was easy to answer her questions truthfully. I had almost forgotten about her seeing the lingerie when she asked if I was dating. Stupidly, I just blurted out that I hadn't really had time lately to date, as I had a deadline for some paintings. As soon, as I said it I wanted to take it back. I started to say something about my last girlfriend, but she went on to another question about how I sold my paintings. About then, the washer stopped so we went upstairs. I put the clothes in the drier and she told me how to rinse out the lingerie and hang it up. Luckily, there was a small built in rack on the wall where we could put it. After we had that done, we went back to the porch for another glass of wine and more questions. Juanita really seemed interested in me, but every so often I would ask her about her past and how she got where she was. It became apparent that they had been very successful and now were enjoying an early retirement. Soon, we heard the dryer stop and we went to sort out the clothes. She showed me how to properly fold them and we set aside a couple of shirts that needed ironing. I noticed immediately how brighter everything was and she seemed to like that I was happy with the results of her suggestions. Finally she said she should be getting back home to Eduardo, but asked if I would like to learn how to clean my house so it would look as nice as my laundry does now. She indicated that a few days of tips and instructions from her and I would be able to have my house look as nice as hers. She made it clear that all the work would be done by me; she would just supervise. I wanted her to become a friend, so at least she might be less likely to tell anyone else about my lingerie and I realized how bad my house looked after seeing hers, so I quickly agreed to her plan. She said that she would return tomorrow at nine. The rest of the day I spent painting to meet my deadlines. I had several places I sold paintings, but lately the sales had slowed and I really needed some cash to pay bills and my next mortgage payment. I had all but forgotten about Juanita's visit until I heard her knock on the door the next day. I opened the door, and she stood there with Eduardo. He was holding a large box of cleaning equipment and products. Juanita was holding a garment bag and a small satchel. "Good morning Jansen. I hope you are ready to tackle your cleaning today. I have a lot to show you on how to properly take care of a home." "Good morning Juanita, thank you for being so helpful. Eduardo, good morning to you too; I would have come over to carry that if you had called. I hadn't realized there was so much involved with cleaning." "Well, it was no problem for me to bring the equipment, being such a big box it might have been a bit heavy for you. We learned a long time ago, that top-notch cleaning requires the right techniques, hard effort, and proper gear. So if Juanita is going to train you, it is important that you are properly equipped. I should warn you, she can be a tough teacher. But just do everything she says, give it your best effort, and if you please her, you will be happy with the results." With that he winked at me, gave me the box of supplies, and patted me on the shoulder. He turned and kissed Juanita and left. I took the box inside, following her lead to the kitchen. I put the box on the counter and was going to offer her some coffee. I figured we'd go over some of the techniques before we started. However, she had left the kitchen as soon as I put down the box, headed toward my bedroom, so I followed. Once there she put the garment bag and satchel on the bed and turned to me. "Jansen, one of the most important things we learned in our cleaning business, is that the staff needs to be properly attired when working. If you are in a uniform, especially one designed for the job you will be more efficient and productive. It also instills a sense of pride in you work and lets the home owner know you realize your position as a domestic servant. So I brought over one of our uniforms that we had designed for our employees. I think I have a good idea of your sizes, based on what I saw in the laundry yesterday. Do you have a bra and panty in a beige or nude color? A style similar to the ones we washed yesterday would do fine." I was floored by her question. I had naively hoped that the lingerie wouldn't be mentioned again. I stammered a bit, feeling my face flush red. "Those weren't mine. They belonged to one of my girlfriends; she left them here by mistake." "Oh, Jansen, don't be foolish. You told me yourself that you hadn't had a girlfriend in ages. Even if a woman had left them, why would you wait so long to clean them or even keep them at all? Also, I don't think it was coincidence that the sizes were very appropriate for you. It is okay to like pretty things, I can see where a cute little boy like you would want to wear girl's panties and wish he needed a bra for real. I don't see a problem with that, in fact I've met many boys who liked to do just like you. So quit being prideful and answer my question." Again, I felt my face flush and knowing that she wouldn't believe anything but the truth, I admitted that I had a matching set in beige lace. "Good, I brought a few accessories for your uniform but I prefer you wear your own underwear when possible. Is the bra padded, or do you have forms?" "I, I, don't have forms and I don't really wear this stuff very often. "Well, it will be an essential part of your attire when I'm training you. I have some foam pads you can use. Go ahead and slip on your underwear. I'll get the rest of the stuff from my bags." I was very embarrassed, but didn't know how to get out of it. I was finding out pretty quickly, that Juanita had a strong personality and was used to getting her way. I got the lingerie from my closet and went into the bath to change. I felt really silly wearing only the bra and panty. I had always preferred larger breasted women, so my bras were a full C-cup and I normally padded them with socks to get projection. The panty was a tanga style that barely covered my butt and only held my small cock in place when it was soft. I didn't want to leave the room, so called out to her asking if she would hand me the uniform. "No. Come on out, I need to show you how I prefer my staff to dress. Your underwear is just the beginning." I hesitantly left the bath and walked to where she stood by the bed. She looked me over and even had me turn around so she could evaluate me. She handed me two large foam pads that I slipped into my bra cups. I wanted to cover my privates as the lace panty was sheer, but she pulled my hands back as she looked. Finally smiling she looked me in the eyes. "You have a cute little figure, a narrow waist and surprisingly large hips and butt for a boy. You did a good job picking a larger cup size for your bra; it gives you a nice proportional shape. I'm a bit disappointed that you aren't smooth shaven, but you can correct that later. Despite your nice shape, you'll still need to wear a foundation garment. I brought a long-leg panty girdle for today; it's in beige so it will match your other underwear. I assume you've worn hose before, so just slip the stockings that I have for you and attach them to the garter clips on each leg. One reason I like hose with a girdle, is that you can wear thicker, sturdier styles while cleaning and even if you get a run in one stocking, it is simple to just switch out with a replacement. Plus foundation wear is real helpful for boys as it keeps their male parts snuggly under control. You'll wear them whenever you clean for me." I put on the girdle as she watched; it fit tight but not painfully. She was right, I had worn hose before, so I rolled up a stocking, pulled it up my leg, and attached it to the girdle with the garter clip. The stocking had a lot of Lycra in it and molded tightly to my leg. She watched me intently, increasing my embarrassment at my situation. I knew my actions indicated that I had more than a passing acquaintance with female clothes. When I had that done, she opened the garment bag and took out a light brown dress. It was double-breasted, had dark brown contrasting cuffs on the short sleeves, trim around the V-neck collar, and on the hem. The trim was an eyelet design, simple but feminine. I recognized it right away as a maid's uniform, functional in design. She unbuttoned the front and had me step in, and then buttoned me back up. She then wrapped a half apron around my waist tying it tightly in back. It was the same dark brown color and eyelet style as the trim on the dress. She then opened the satchel and took out a pair of pumps in dark brown with a modest heel. I slipped them on they fit perfectly; with my small feet, I usually wore a woman's size 8. Stepping back, she looked me over and smiled. "I knew you would look good in our traditional working dress. We have a pantsuit style, but I really prefer my maids to wear dresses. Now sit down and let me put your hair up. I brought over some cosmetics too; just a touch of color gives anyone a more feminine appearance. Normally you would use lighter shades than mine, but these will do for today, unless you have your own makeup?" I shook my head no. I never went this far before, at most I wore underwear, hose and heels and owned no cosmetics. She expected my response and quickly began to transform me. She pulled my hair up on the top of my head, using a hair band and pins to put it in a tight bun. She then pinned a dark brown maid's hair band in front of it. She only applied some light brown eye shadow, some mascara, and reddish brown lipstick for cosmetics, complimenting me on my skin tone. Once she was done she had me stand up and walk around. I felt ridiculous, but I caught a glimpse of my transformed appearance in the dresser mirror. I had to admit, that from a distance I gave a convincing image of a female maid. Juanita saw me glance at myself and she smiled. "Quite pretty aren't you? Jansen you are a natural in a dress and I can tell you've worn heels before. That means I can put you in a bit higher heel from now on, making your legs even prettier. The main focus for a maid is skill at cleaning, but our best ones always looked good too. The confidence from their appearance allowed them to excel at their work too. Well, let's go have that cup of coffee now. I want to go over a few things with you before we start." We went to the kitchen and she outlined the work for today. We were going to focus on the bedroom, giving it a complete cleaning, including dusting, polishing wood furniture, vacuuming the carpet, and washing all the linens and even the drapes. After she explained how she wanted stuff done, I started while she observed and gave me direction. It was really hard work, especially with the attention to details that she required. I shuttled between the items I was washing and the room itself, working nonstop all morning. I was a bit surprised that the dress and heels didn't seem to interfere with my work, but I was aware of how the girdle, hose, and bra felt on my body. By lunch I had the room sparkling, and only needed to iron the sheets and drapes before putting them back up. Since we were doing so well, Juanita suggested we take a break for lunch; I told her I could make a light Cobb salad with rolls if that would do. She agreed, but told me I need to wash up thoroughly, even though she had me wear rubber gloves to clean, it was important to be hygienic. Also, I was to change my stockings and apron. She took out a very sheer pair of coffee color hose and a sheer brown apron. These were accessories for serving meals or when the maid was to be waiting on her employers. I did as she asked, and after changing I could see the subtle differences it made in my appearance. I still looked like a working maid, but with a bit more flair. I quickly whipped up the meal and served her at the kitchen table. While we ate, Juanita reviewed my work. Overall she was very impressed. I learned quickly and worked very hard. She could tell I had what it took to be successful at cleaning my house; I only needed the proper direction. I was proud of myself, although I still felt pretty awkward being dressed as a woman in front of Juanita. After lunch she showed me how to correctly iron, especially how to do the pleats on the drapes. Once I had the hang of it, she got ready to leave. She told me to finish and she would inspect it in the morning. "Jansen you have done really well for the first day, so I want to step it up a bit tomorrow. That will include addressing some of your appearance issues. First I want you to fully shave your body tonight. I want you smooth all over. If you prefer sheer or small panty styles like the one today, then include your private area. A small little patch or strip of hair is the most I want to see down there. All you will need is a pair of white panties tomorrow and your breast pads. Also wash your hair in the morning, I want to see what we can do if I style it. Once you are fully dressed, we will start on your bathroom and the wood floors in the hall. Both will require some heavy scrubbing by hand, so get enough sleep tonight. You can keep the uniform, girdle, and hose for washing later. I want you to be able to follow up today's good start with a strong performance tomorrow, bye for now." After Juanita left, I finished the ironing, made the bed, and hung the drapes. I couldn't believe how nice the room looked now. It was almost as if it was a new addition to my old house. Although I was more than a bit embarrassed by how I was dressed, I assured myself that this was worth it. Once I had the house clean, then I could change how I interacted with Juanita. I mean at this point she was understanding and gave no indication that she wouldn't keep this private. So after a light supper, I took a long hot bath and shaved myself as she had requested. Since all of my panties were either sheer or small, I knew I had to remove my pubic hair. At first I was going to leave a small strip, but once I started it seemed silly so I just went totally bare. That included my cock and balls. I had occasionally thought about being shaven, but now that I had done it, I really liked how I looked. I couldn't keep my hands off my smooth skin and wound up masturbating several times before bed. In the morning, I got up, made the bed so that the room looked perfect again, and took a quick shower to wash my hair. I had just wrapped my hair in a towel, slipped on my white satin thong, and a short robe when I heard the doorbell. I greeted Juanita and let her in. She was carrying a garment bag and satchel, like yesterday, and I followed her to the bedroom. Unzipping the bag, she took out another uniform, this time an off white with black eyelet trim. It had the matching accessories of an apron and hair band. She opened the satchel and took out a long white garment. It was an all- in-one, or a combined long-leg panty girdle and long-line bra. It was sheer with lace covering the bra cups, a center panel across the stomach, and around the hem of each leg. She also took out a pair of opaque black stockings and black pumps. As she lay out the clothes, I slipped off the robe at her suggestion. "Jansen, your appearance is much nicer with all that hair removed. Your smooth skin will look more appropriate for your training outfits. So I expect you to keep yourself smooth until we have finished your program. Now, I want you to try on this foundation for me; it gives a bit more control over your entire figure, but has the garter clips that allow you to still use stockings. After years of experience, it is one of my preferred style for my maids. Put it and your stockings on, and then I want to set your hair in some curlers to see how your hair looks with a bit more curl. Again, I prefer my maids to have a more formal hair style at times, so I want to determine what your best look is. Once I have your hair in curlers, then you can put on the rest of your uniform." I was surprised at the foundation garment, and putting it on, I could tell it was a much more restricting style than I had worn yesterday. It seemed to pull in my waist more, as well as give a more projecting shape to my bust. I had tucked my penis back in between my legs and the restrictive hold of the crotch pushed my balls into my body and smoothed out any bulge in that area. I had the feeling that Juanita had chosen it as much to demonstrate how she was in charge of my appearance at this point as anything. The feeling grew as she combed my hair and rolled the strands around each curler. This was a definite expression of her dictating to me how I was going to look. As she set each roller, she pointed out the process, where she wanted them placed, how to roll the hair, and how to tighten the set. She indicated that I would be rolling my own hair after today, unless I wanted to go to a salon. Once she had my hair all in curlers, she placed a white lace hair bonnet over them to keep them in place while I worked. She indicated that it would likely take the morning for them to dry. I put on the dress and apron, while she looked over my ironing from yesterday. She was pleased and said I was a good student. Once dressed, she took out her cosmetics and started on my face. This time, she was more thorough, using more products than yesterday, including foundation, blush and a variety of colors that gave me a much more feminine appearance. She even applied a spritz of perfume to complete my look. Yesterday, I had felt feminine, but today was way beyond that. My appearance in the mirror indicated nothing but a woman, even with my hair in rollers. It was more than a little embarrassing to have made the transition so easily. But I had little time to dwell on my appearance. Juanita put me to work and had me scrubbing the bathroom. She had given a small hand brush and a pair of bright pink rubber gloves. I had to thoroughly scrub the sinks, tub, and toilet fixtures. I then sprayed them all with a bleach solution allowing it to soak for a short period and then scrubbed them all again. Once those were gleaming, she put me on my knees, hand scrubbing the floors. She did let me kneel using an old towel as a pad, to lessen the pain and help protect my stockings. That was back breaking work, and my only rest was when she requested coffee. While I worked away, she sat on a comfortable chair watching me or occasionally making a call on her cell phone. I couldn't really tell what she was doing, as she only spoke Spanish on the phone. Finally I got the bathroom sparkling as she wanted. As it was close to lunch she asked if I had any ideas for something to eat. I offered that I could make a couple of French Dip sandwiches and a salad. That sounded good to her but she wanted to do my hair fist. I sat on the edge of bed, as she began to remove the curlers and dropped them into her bag. After she had them all out, she used her brush to shape them and sprayed the new look in place with lots of hair spray. Her new style for me, was straight hair down to my ears and then a mass of curls, with the bangs in front swept from right to left across my forehead. It was a very feminine style, perhaps a little old-fashioned, but in keeping with my maid's uniform. She left for the dining room, and I changed my stockings and apron for the sheer server styles. I had just finished clipping the stocking top, when I heard the doorbell ring. I started to panic, even if it was just a delivery person and not a neighbor, I did not want to be seen as I was. Then I heard Juanita call me. "Answer the door, Jansen, it is Eduardo. I invited him over for lunch. I needed to catch up with him on a few things, so I thought we could do it over lunch. Oh and don't worry about your appearance; he knows you've being trained in appearance as well as techniques of a proper house keeper." Despite her reassurances, I was deeply embarrassed when I open the door. He quickly checked me out as he stepped into the hall and smiled broadly. I softly said hello, and led him back to the dining room to be with his wife. As he sat down at the table, he kissed her and then turned to me. "Very impressive Jansen, you look quite appropriate in your uniform. I see why Juanita was confident in how you would look in it. The details of your hair and makeup really match the outfit. You should work a bit on your voice. Your volume is fine, but you need a bit more of a feminine speech pattern to be accurate to your appearance. Try speaking with more of a lilting tone and women often go up in pitch at the end of their sentences. It is almost like they end with a question. Also, do you know any Spanish?" "No. I never learned that language; I had French in high school. But, I will try to moderate my voice as you suggested." "That will be a good start as French is also a romance language and perhaps we can teach you a bit of ours. One thing that is always proper for someone working in a cleaning business is to try to relate to the customer. When we had Spanish workers, I always had them learn a little English for their bosses. Being able to ask whether they wanted the floor mopped, or if the bed sheets were to be ironed made it much easier to meet the customer's needs. Since Juanita is training you it won't hurt to learn to speak to her in her primary language. But we can do that as you do chores, for now just bring her a glass of wine, vino, and me a beer, cerveza, if you have it." "Yes, I have beer, uh cerveza and I'll get it right away, Sir." As soon as I said it, I felt a bit odd and embarrassed. He had not asked me to call him Sir and the implications suggested that I was indeed a servant rather than a peer made me blush. As I got the drinks, I rationalized it as just being appropriate for the role they were showing me. When he had talked about Juanita training me I guess he saw what we had been doing as that rather than just helping a neighbor. When I gave them their drinks, Eduardo looked me in the eye, and merely said: Senor, Si Senor. I repeated it and he smiled broadly. Again I felt odd, I mean I was already on the defensive given how I was dressed as a woman, but he was certainly reinforcing the difference in status by accepting my subservient way of addressing him. I retreated to the kitchen and made the sandwiches and salads. I wasn't quite sure they wanted me to eat with them, but they indicated as much and we sat and talked. They interwove their own conversations in Spanish as we talked. I could tell they were covering private subjects but didn't seem concerned to be speaking in front of me, since I didn't know the language. Finally when we had finished, I rose to clear the dishes, Eduardo again spoke to me. "Jansen, my wife has some duties to attend to this afternoon, but I'm willing to stay to continue your training. She says that the hallway is next on your instruction list, so finish cleaning up from lunch, comida, change back to your cleaning stockings, and then I will show you how to do the floor, suelo." I nodded my head, and instinctively repeated both of his translated words. As I left they continued to talk. I was a bit unnerved to hear he was staying rather than Juanita. He had much more of an authoritative presence and I felt acutely more embarrassed about my feminine appearance in front of him. I was back in my room exchanging the heavy stockings for the sheer ones, when I heard her leave. I went to the hall to find Eduardo sitting in a chair. He explained what I need to do to strip off the old floor wax to rejuvenate the floors. As with the bathroom floor, I was to use a small brush and a cleaning solution to accomplish the job. Kneeling down I began to slowly work my way up the hall beginning at the front door. I was very aware of how the scene must look, with Eduardo sitting comfortably while I knelt, back bent, scrubbing intently with small circular motions. He was not content to just watch but made comments and also continued my new Spanish lessons. The words for clean, mop, sweep, iron, and wash were repeated until I could faithfully respond to his questions. Learning those seemed straight forward and appropriate for what I was doing. But he was not content with just that, he began to teach me words for apron, bra, girdle, dress, and heels. I blushed as I repeated these. After an hour or so, he asked for a beer and I stood up to get one for him. The rest of the afternoon continued this way until I had scrubbed the hall all the way to the living room. My arms were sore and my knees and back ached. My pride was also hurt, as the afternoon spent kneeling working while he peppered me with new Spanish words had seemed to define our different roles. He made it a point to have me answer him, by repeating the word in Spanish, English, and then Spanish again, followed by yes Sir. When he left and told me to be ready tomorrow morning in a pair of pink panties with my hair done ready for Juniata, the answer of Si Senor left my lips without thought. Juanita showed up at nine with several garment bags and a large satchel. There were three uniforms in her bags: gray, pale yellow, and black. I still felt awkward standing there in just underwear, with my hair done as close to what she had styled yesterday as I could. After Eduardo left, I had eaten a light dinner, taken a nice hot bath and then rolled my hair trying to set the curlers where Juanita had, and then gone straight to bed. I was so tired I fell asleep quickly, even with the curlers in my hair. I was up early to have time to remove the curlers, comb out my hair and spray it in place. She seemed okay with my efforts, and laid out my uniform for the day. This time it was the gray striped dress, with silver and black trim. A rose-wood colored bra and girdle combination and dark gray hose completed the look. She also had bought me some cosmetics that matched my skin tone and had me apply them while she gave me directions. Once I was ready, the rest of the day was much like previous ones, me cleaning while she gave me instructions, but more and more our conversations were limited to Spanish words and phrases. Thursday was much the same, with me in the yellow maid's dress, and we had completed cleaning the entire first floor of my house. She had me do my own cosmetics that morning before she came and again seemed pleased with my efforts. Juanita had made it clear that we were to continue my cleaning lessons next week, so I was to wash all my underwear, uniforms, and accessories over the weekend. But what startled me was her parting instructions at the end of the day on Thursday. "Jansen, I hope you appreciate all that I have taught you this week and the sacrifice in time that I made. Because I spent all week here, I had to let the upkeep of my house go longer than I usually do. So I expect you to come over to my house tomorrow morning. You can spend the day, cleaning it and learning how to maintain a house once the intensive cleaning stage is complete. It won't be the hard manual labor you've done here, more like light dusting, vacuuming, and some polishing. I expect you to be fully dressed in your black uniform, hair and make-up done, and ready to work by 9. One requirement will be that all instructions and conversation is in Spanish only. Eduardo insists on that in his house for all our domestic help. Also, I find it a bit awkward to address you with a male name, so when you work for me, I will call you Janice. It is a nice feminine name and suits your new role. Unless there are any questions, I'll see you in the morning." I began to panic. I did not like the idea of being out of my house in my new uniforms, so I asked about getting dressed at her house. She was not agreeable, but did suggest that if I wanted to come over earlier, before the sun was up, she would leave a back door unlocked and a list of chores I could do before they awoke. Given that was my best choice, I agreed and she left. I immediately began to worry and wonder how I had gotten so far down this path. I mean before this week, I had only worn women's clothes as an erotic enhancer. Now I was feminized fully and wearing them all day. I had let two people see me that way and was following their requests on how to dress. The fact that I was to be at someone else's house, dressed as a maid, serving as a maid seemed so unreal. But the situation was real, so I followed the plan I had before, rolling my hair that night and getting up early, even earlier than on Thursday, so I could be ready before sunrise. Juanita had told me that I would normally be able to get several days out of each time I rolled my hair, but she wanted me to practice so she insisted I set it every night. So I had followed her request. The uniform was fairly standard, but the matching underwear was different than I had worn before. A thong panty was combined with a shaper body suit that had a thong bottom and four garters, all in black. The stockings were a sheer black with lace trim, much nicer than I normally wore to clean in. Fixing my hair and makeup, I was ready to head to their house just as the sun began to come up. I still found the whole situation surreal. Once inside the back door I began to do the chores on the list. As I worked I settled in and it began to feel familiar. She had times written down on the list by each chore, so I could see what I was to do for them. Most of the chores were light as she indicated, with serving their meals also included. I had begun to feel at home dressed as a woman at my house, and now surprisingly I felt that way here too. Before the click clack of my heels on the floor seemed odd, but now it was a natural sound. So too were the constricting feel of my shaper underwear and the smell of the hair spray and cosmetics. These would have been foreign before, but now seemed normal. I had finished polishing her silverware and unloaded the dishwasher, when I heard them stirring upstairs. Starting the coffee, I stood in the kitchen awaiting them for breakfast. Eduardo was the first downstairs, and he requested coffee. I understood him pretty well, but missed the word for cr?me, and he had to repeat it in English for me. Juanita joined him and after they had drunk most of their coffee, they ordered breakfast. I caught most of the conversation, but again had to ask for translations of a couple of words, grapefruit and jam. After I placed the food on the table, Eduardo told me to go into his study and bring back the ruler on his desk. I complied, and after giving it to him, he began to lecture me, in English. "Janice, you've already missed several words that I taught you earlier this week. You obviously need some incentive to learn my language, so I will provide that. You will carry this ruler in your apron pocket, so I will have it when I need it. It is inscribed with two words, respect and obedience. I expect you to show us respect by learning our language. As you are serving as our domestic servant you are to obey. Beginning now, every time you fail to understand a command or request, you will be disciplined with the ruler. You will repeat the word or phrase you failed to know and receive several swats across your butt as a reminder. For this instruction, you will assume the same position: legs spread about shoulder width, bent over at the waist, with your hands holding up your skirt in the back, so that you are exposed for your punishment. I will start with two words you missed at breakfast, cr?me and jam. Assume your position." I was stunned, embarrassed, and a bit angry, but felt I had no recourse but to comply. As I positioned myself as he had described, I saw the reason my shaper had a thong bottom. Bent over with my skirts held up to my waist, my cheeks were at the right height and unprotected for this spanking. I repeated the two words, first in Spanish, then English and again in Spanish. After I finished he swatted each cheek four times, telling me I would receive two blows for every word I missed. The pain was minor, as he didn't really strike me that hard, just enough to redden my skin, but the humiliation was immense. By submitting like this, I was obviously conferring more control to him and sanctioning his superiority to me. When he finished he told me to open my mouth and put the ruler in it to hold. I was to stand in the corner for five minutes, with the ruler in my mouth, my skirts held up, while I mentally repeated the words, focusing on learning from my mistake. Although it was a short period, it seemed forever to me. I could feel my face glowing red hot. As I stood there, I agonized over my whole situation. Why was I lettig these people push me like this? I should stand up to them, as this was clearly unacceptable. I tried to convince myself, that just because I liked women's underwear, I shouldn't allow someone to treat me like a child. But I couldn't muster the courage to go beyond thinking about it. So, once I was told to get back to work, I scurried to clear the breakfast table and put dishes in the dishwasher. I tried to get to the next task as quickly as possible. The rest of the morning went fairly well, as the chores were very easy compared to the ones at my house. I did miss one more word and Eduardo disciplined me again. This time the blows were much sharper and the pain more pronounced. As I stood in the corner, Juanita leaned in towards my ear and spoke softly in Spanish, telling me that I would soon learn to please him; Eduardo used this approach with all his serving girls and always had good results. Again the humiliation was greater than the physical pain, reinforced by my categorization as one of his servant girls. I had no more problems with my Spanish the rest of the morning and made it through lunch. Juanita had shown me how to cook one of their favorite Mexican dishes and both seemed pleased with how I had made it. Most of the afternoon was spent doing laundry, in particular hand washing Juanita's lingerie. She wore very sexy, lace-panties, push-up bras, and sheer nightgowns, all in pretty colors. I would have normally been excited by them, but because I was now dressed fully as a woman and being monitored by her, I kept my urges in check. I was finishing the last chore, dusting the living room shelves, which I had to complete before starting their supper when the doorbell rang. I froze, but Eduardo responded to open the door. I recognized one of my neighbors, Mr. Thompson, who had come to visit. They spoke briefly, and then Eduardo took him downstairs to his den to check something on the computer. I had immediately turned away, dusting the shelf intently, so my face would be hidden from Mr. Thompson. My heart was racing and a blush filled my cheeks. I was deathly afraid that he would see me dressed this way and recognize me. My reputation would be ruined at that point. I was still in this trance, my eyes focused on the shelf, when the men returned. Eduardo gave me an order in Spanish. It seemed like gibberish to me, my brain locked and was unable to decipher the words. He repeated himself, slowly this time, but I could hear the anger in his voice. He didn't wait for me to respond but told me to assume the position. I quickly glanced at him, panic in my eyes and handed him the ruler. I was afraid to look at Mr. Thompson. As I hesitantly began to bend over and reach back to pull my skirts up, I heard Eduardo tell him that they were training a new maid, a cute girl but rather slow. He thanked him for his advice and said that the couples should get together soon for dinner or drinks. By now I had my skirts up at my waist and was bent over. I heard Mr. Thompson chortle and respond to Eduardo that he wished him luck with his new servant. My face was as red and hot from embarrassment as it had ever been and any relief from hearing the door shut was short lived. Eduardo spanked me ten times across each cheek using far more force than he had before. He berated me for being so stupid in front of his guest, that I should have easily known the phrase. In fact I repeated it flawless when he asked and I apologized profusely, telling him I was scared in front of my neighbor because of my appearance. He laughed boisterously, telling me that I shouldn't worry, that I now looked nothing like a man, but he would have Juanita help me further with my appearance so that I would be a more convincing female. The rest of the night I spent cooking their dinner, cleaning up, and putting away items. The whole time my mind was occupied by how Eduardo referred to me. In his eyes I was no longer a man, more a servant girl. Juanita confirmed that assessment. The fact that he was willing to start my discipline in front of another person made we worried. He obviously didn't concern himself with my desire for privacy when I was dressed as a woman. Juniata talked to me about it, trying to reassure me that with a bit more work, my appearance would be as convincing as a female that no one would associate Janice with my male persona, Jansen. She thought this would make me feel better, but the way she phrased it, made it sound like that when I was dressed as a man I was role playing rather than vice versa. How had this happened in a week? As I was preparing to leave, Juanita told me to have a good weekend, be sure and have all my uniforms clean, and be dressed and ready for training on Monday morning. The weekend flew by. I purposely dressed as a man the whole time, even when doing my chores such as cleaning the maid uniforms. I was tempted to go to town and get a haircut or start trying to grow a beard, but I was afraid of how the Benitez's would react. I decided to finish out the cleaning of the upstairs, and then I could return her uniforms and put this embarrassing episode to rest. On Monday morning, I met her at the door and we began cleaning the upstairs. As before I served her lunch, and she had me try more of their recipes. I must admit I was kind of proud of how she and Eduardo complimented me on the food. The next few days flew by and by the end of Thursday we had everything sparkling in my house. Again I was filled with pride at how I had turned my house into a showcase. I was a little leery at the end of the day, as I was worried Juniata would ask me to clean at her house again, but when she told me she needed to go to town on Friday, I felt better. That was short-lived; as she told me she needed me on the weekend. Saturday I was to clean her house, as before and Sunday she needed me to help serve for a couple of guests. I was stunned. "Ms. Juanita, I greatly appreciate all your help in turning around my house. The time you spent training me was so useful. I understand that I owe you another day of cleaning so I have no problems working at your house on Saturday. But I must decline your offer to help serve on Sunday. First I think we are even on what I owe you, second I prefer not to be seen dressed this way. I know I look somewhat convincingly female, but I still think people would see it was me, and I don't want others to know I dressed this way for you." Juniata smiled at me and laughed softly. Shaking her head, she took my hands and stared me in the eyes very intensely. "Janice, you must understand that you now owe Eduardo and me more than a few days. I invested quite a bit in your uniforms, makeup, lingerie, and shoes. My giving you eight days of training will require much more than two days of work as payment. You will spend many days cleaning our house, but we also have need for a servant at our dinners or parties. Your infatuation with girl's clothes and prancing around in bras and panties can remain our secret, if you continue to be our maid. I can help you further your transformation so that your identity will remain a secret, if that will make you feel more comfortable. You are lucky that your body and face are quite feminine already, so if you agree to my additional suggestions, I'm positive that none of your neighbors will see our new maid is really Jansen and not Janice. It is your decision; if you want to remain hidden then you'll come with me on Friday to work on your transformation. If not and you refuse to pay back what you owe us, I can't guarantee that Eduardo won't let your secret out to Mr. Thompson or the other men. Even I would find no reason not to let my new women friends know such a juicy tidbit of gossip. But it is your choice. If you want your sissy desires to be a secret, be ready to go with me Friday morning." The bluntness of her threat caught me off guard and I stood there frozen for a second. I was turning everything over in my head trying to figure out the best option. It was hard to choose. If I broke off now, then I was guaranteeing that my fetish for women's lingerie would be known by probably all my neighbors. If I served as the Benitez's maid, then I would be highly visible in a feminine, submissive role. My only hope seemed to be that Juanita could change my appearance enough that my identity would be safe. Going with her on Friday seemed my only choice, so I told her I would go. She told me to be ready at 9 am. I was to wear my panties and an unpadded bra, of course, but otherwise could dress in a simple pants and shirt without makeup or doing my hair. That night I was torn about my decision. It seemed like a mistake to go further down this path, but I in the end I was more afraid of them gossiping to my neighbors. At least this way I had a chance to possibly remain anonymous. She arrived right on time driving her large SUV. The trip to town was uneventful, and we chatted in a mix of Spanish and English about the events of the week and her plans for Sunday. Apparently it was for a few new friends she had made in town through the business alliance. Thankfully none of the women were from our neighborhood. She drove to a part of town I was unfamiliar with, it was the poorer area occupied mostly by Mexican and other Central American nationalities who supplied much of the work force for area farms and light industry. This section of town had its own businesses, where only Spanish was spoken, and she took me to small colorfully decorated hair salon. Walking in the door, she was greeted warmly by the owner. They had a rapid conversation in Spanish, at a speed and with words that made it hard for me to follow. Once she finished, Juanita turned to me and told me to do as I was told and she would be back in a few hours for me. There was no offer of what was planned or any request for agreement on my part. When she left, the owner, Carla, led me to one of the chairs and began to examine my hair. Satisfied with her exam, she prepared a solution and applied it to my hair. I could tell from the odor, it was likely a hair coloring, probably blonde from the peroxide smell. She kept it on my hair for about 30 minutes, sitting me under a dryer to speed the process. Once she was satisfied it had been there long enough, she rinsed out my hair. Combing out my hair, Carla looked it over and trimmed it lightly before she rolled it up in curlers. I sensed from the pattern she used, I would have my normal feminine hairstyle. When she finished, she led me to another chair where a young Spanish girl started working on my nails. She shaped and filed my toenails painting them a bright red. On my fingernails, she applied short nail extensions, filed them and used a polish that matched my toes. Once she was done, Carla came back and laying the chair back began to work on my face. She first applied some wax, stripping away hair around my eyebrows. Like the peroxide, this work worried me as it seemed she was removing quite a bit of hair. Completing her work on my brows, Carla began to work on my eyelashes. She had me close my eyes and could feel her carefully applying something to my eyelashes. This work continued for nearly two hours and except for the tension I felt about not knowing what was happening I might have fallen asleep. When she had me sit up, she took some makeup and began to do my face. Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, brow color, and lipstick, she applied it quickly and quietly. Once that was done, she removed my rollers, brushed out my hair a little and sprayed it in place with hairspray. Smiling at me, she turned the chair around so I could see what she had done. I was shocked. My hair, although in a very similar style, was a very light blonde, as light as possible. In contrast my eyebrows were darker, but thin and arched. I could see the hair actually ended about midway over my eye. She had used a pencil to create the feminine shape and had made them very dark. My eyelashes were now thick and long, even without mascara they were very noticeable. Carla could see the questioning look on my face, and in a broken combination of Spanish and English, she explained that my hair was so light that it was obviously not natural, so although darker colors for my brows and eyelashes did not match or look natural, they did give me a more feminine facial appearance. My lashes were enhanced by extensions and would be good for about 3 months. I could even make them thicker if I wanted by using mascara after I had allowed the glue to completely seal the extension to my natural lash. Smiling she told me my new look should be pleasing to the men I would be serving, such as Eduardo. Summing it up, she said it was a servant's duty to please her superiors. As I looked at my new image, I realized she had made me much more feminine looking. It would be hard to connect this new face to my old masculine one. But I also realized that I couldn't just pull my hair back and revert to my male persona. My hair color, thick eyelashes and severely shaped eye brows would be a direct contradiction to a masculine appearance. Juanita had done as she had promised, making my identity more secure, but only when I was dressed as a woman. I was now worried about how I would appear as Jansen when I didn't want to be feminized. As I pondered this dilemma, Juanita entered the shop. She was very pleased and spoke in Spanish, rapidly to Carla and slower to me. I had to admit to her that I was more feminine now. She thanked Carla and paid her. I could tell that the bill would be added to my debt to be worked off. She also handed me an appointment card; apparently my nails would be re-done every couple of weeks and likely some sort of color touch-up made for my roots. Juanita indicated we needed to leave as we had another appointment. We drove a couple of miles to a small neatly kept wood frame house. A sign in front indicated that this was the office of Dr. Hector Ramirez. I followed Juanita in and stood silently as she talked, in Spanish to the nurse at the front desk. I looked around and could see the office was adapted from an old house, with the front desk in what had been the living room. As there were no other patients, I was shown right in to a waiting room, which looked to be a converted bedroom. The nurse took a few vitals and filled in a patient form. I was a little worried as I didn't know what kind of doctor this was and why I was here. Finally after a 10 minute wait, a short plump doctor with dark hair and a mustache entered the room. He began to talk in Spanish with Juanita; they both glanced at me as she talked. When she had finished, she turned to me and told me to remove my shirt and bra. I blushed at the order, but followed through. I knew I had to look like a freak, with my overly feminine face and hair and a masculine or at least neutral body. The doctor didn't seem to notice or perhaps not care. He gently manipulated my breasts, hefting each one, like he was assessing them for weight or size. After a few moments, he turned back toward Juanita and asked her a couple of questions, the whole time his fingers were tracing over my breasts, teasing my nipples. Finally satisfied, he stepped over to a side table and opened a door. Riffling through some boxes, he brought out two. He opened each one and took out pair of life-like breast forms; both pairs were large. He showed them to Juanita and they talked again. Finally he handed me the box with the smaller pair. She told me to put my bra back on and insert the forms. I did as she said, blushing furiously the whole time. I could tell a difference right away from her foam pads. These were more than just padding. They were false breasts, with nipples and real skin coloring. They had a presence both in the cup and on my chest. Most noticeable was their weight, I could feel them at all times. She told me to slip my shirt back on too and they looked and talked more. I could see myself in a small wall mirror, and the forms gave me much more of a bust. After a few minutes, Juanita told me to get undressed again. She reached in her purse and brought out a small bag. It contained a white lace bra. When I was naked again from the waist up she gave me the bra and Dr. Ramirez exchanged the boxes. I put on the new bra, seeing it was a D cup, and then inserted the new forms. They were even heavier and in the bra seemed to really push outward from my chest. As I stood there, Juanita began to smile and nod her head. She talked a little with the doctor, both ignoring me. Finally, he looked at me with a weak smile, and in broken English asked, "you like?" I was not sure what else to do, so I nodded my head yes and gave him an uneasy smile back. Satisfied, he had me unclasp the bra. He took the large forms and applied a thin coat of glue to the inside. As the glue set, he took an alcohol pad and wiped down my chest. Finally, he carefully placed each breast from against my chest. Once in place he put my hands on them and just said the word hold, in Spanish. My actions showed him I understood, so he turned to talk again with Juanita. After about 5 minutes, the doctor pulled my hands down. I immediately felt the weight of the forms on my chest. They remained fully in place. I glanced at Juanita who was grinning broadly. I was now more worried than ever, and softly asked her about how I would remove these. The doctor understood my Spanish and merely replied that he had a remover, which he would give to my boss, Mr. Benitez. I wanted to be mad and ask for it myself, but I lacked the confidence seeing as how I was now a half-way female. I just nodded, took the shirt that he handed to me and started to get dressed. They left the room and when I was fully clothed I followed them out. I was a bit in shock and couldn't help but feel different given the way my new breast forms changed my appearance. They were looking over some papers at the front desk, and signed them as I approached. Juanita told me to sign too, indicating a couple of lines, saying these were to cover the forms and visit costs. Fully embarrassed by the visit, I signed without looking at all at the forms. We left the office, with Juanita beaming at me. In the car, she told me I was lucky, that many women would love to have such pretty breasts. She immediately drove to a lingerie shop, where she picked out new bras and all-in-one girdles that featured my new cup size. On top of feeling particularly feminine with my new bust, I was worried about all these additional costs. How much work would they require to pay these off? The whole day was becoming my worst nightmare. If I was worried about cost, I was terrified about my new feminine look. I might have been able to disguise my face and hair, with hats, big sunglasses, something, but with these attached breasts I would need to wear a flak jacket to hide them. Plus I was already beginning to tire of the weight pulling down on my chest and shoulders. I never really thought about what real breasts would be like. Now I understood why women were so focused on them. Even with a bra I could not forget about them. I remained lost in despair as we returned to the mountain top. Reaching our street, my panic began to peak. I looked so different, with my feminized hair, face and large bust, but I was not dressed very femininely. I was worried about entering my house like this during the day. What's more, the schedule Juanita had set for the weekend, called for me to come over again in the morning and then leave before evening. I would be traipsing back and forth, fully feminized as a maid. I had to find a way out of this. "Ms. Juanita, I know you want me to come over at set times this weekend, but I'm scared being outside dressed like a woman during the day. I mean, I've gone to extra effort to keep my identity as Jansen separate from my appearance as Janice. I don't want my neighbors to make that connection. Isn't there something we can do to avoid these trips back and forth? I don't mind coming over earlier or staying past sunset. Please, can't you help me? Even now, I don't want to walk up my driveway like this. I'm petrified." She turned toward me, chuckled a little, and smiled. Juanita patted my leg in a soothing way. She then pulled the car up the drive, so that I could enter my back door while shielded from the road by her SUV. "Janice, I understand your trepidation. I will talk to Eduardo, and see what we might do to help you out. I do feel like you've become a very good servant with lots of potential. Based on what we did today, I'm totally convinced you won't have any problems convincing people you are female and what you appear to be. I also know you now owe us lots of work to compensate for our generosity. I mean your desire for a prominent bust and realistic female face will be major costs for you to pay back. So, I know you will be working for me for some time. Given that, I agree that having you dash back and forth is not ideal. I'll call you later after I talk with him." I smiled and thanked her, before scurrying from her SUV to my house. I was both relieved at her how she seemed to understand my fears, but worried at how much work she implied I owed them. Although I also thought I would be very passable now, it meant I was trapped as woman much more than I had planned for. I was even more worried once inside. I looked closer at my appearance. It was worse than I had feared. There was virtually no way, I could appear masculine now, unless I cut my hair off, removed the false lashes, fingernails, and attached breasts. If I did that, I wouldn't look feminine when I waited on the Benitez's. Given my extreme feminized look, I decided that dressing as a woman would be my best approach, even at home. I slipped into a simple nightgown and robe, with bra and panties underneath, while I ate dinner and tried to figure out an alternative. I was about to take a shower and clean up, when the phone rang. The display showed it was Juanita. "Hello Janice. I think Eduardo found a solution for yo