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Max, mid-thirties, small guy but good looking, gathered up the bags from
the back of his car. He'd been working his ass off recently, so while his
wife was away from work for a couple of days he'd decided to treat
himself. Originally he was going to catch a double-bill of old science-
fiction films he had always enjoyed with Bob. His friend had never seen
either Invasion of the Body Snatchers or The Stepford Wives, but out of
the blue he had cancelled at the last minute, so shopping it was.
Loaded down with bags he crossed the drive, fumbling in his pocket for
his keys. They were not there. He stopped and put the bags down. Searched
all his pockets - twice.
"Shit," he whispered.
He approached the door and pushed on it.
You dumb ass, he thought. He replayed the morning in his head. Deciding
to shop instead of going the movies solo, choosing his underwear (a
gorgeous peach and lace bra and thong set, with matching garter belt and
wide lace topped stockings), neglecting breakfast because he was eager to
get going, heading through the door, slamming it shut.....Rewind.
Neglecting breakfast, heading through the door, slamming....
"Idiot," he chastised himself. He'd left his keys on the hook next to the
door. Now he was stuck outside for two days. You're a fully grown man, he
told himself. Think of something. Overcome. Adapt. He considered the
bags. Change. But he couldn't. Not here. Outside.
He was desperate to try his new clothes. He considered ducking behind the
car. It seemed like a quiet day, but anybody could pass by at any second.
What if the postman arrived?
Disappointed and frustrated, he picked up his bags, walked out of the
drive and headed to his neighbor. He knocked on the door.
After a few seconds, Elizabeth answered. She was easy on the eye. Skirt
above the knee and low cut blouse that revealed just a tease of cleavage.
But the material was delicate enough he could see the lace of her bra. He
didn't know which aspect excited him more.
"Oh, hi Max. What are you up to?"
"I've only gone and locked myself out. Mind if I come in and phone a
locksmith?"
"What are you like?" she joked pleasantly. "Come on in."
They entered the vestibule of the large detached house.
"If you don't mind taking your shoes off. The carpets were only cleaned a
few days ago."
"Sure."
He was halfway unfastening his laces when he remembered his stockings. A
part of him wanted her to see how much he enjoyed wearing women's
clothing. Finally have somebody to share his secret with. He was pretty
sure his wife didn't know, and Elizabeth had always seemed so open.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"I'd love a Coke."
When she disappeared into the kitchen, he quickly removed his shoes. He
headed into the living room, and then jogged back for his bags. He wanted
them close. Every now and then he would sneak a peek, imagine what he
would look like sitting with her in one of his new dresses or skirts.
He'd found the most gorgeous blouse and longed to try it on.
He sat on the couch, hiding his feet, just as she came in with a drink
each.
"Comfortable?" she asked with a subtle smile.
He hadn't realised, but by hiding his feet, tucked under his legs, he'd
actually ended up sitting in a very feminine position.
He took the drink.
"Thanks, Liz. It's been a long morning."
"You look like you've been busy. I called a locksmith just now. You're
looking at a few hours."
"Can I hang out here until then?"
"Of course. How's Michelle?"
"She's good. Busy. She's back home in a couple of days."
"She works away a lot, doesn't she?"
"A few days a week usually."
"Leaving little Max to run around and get up to anything he likes."
She crossed her legs.
Stop staring, he told himself, sipping at the Coke. He couldn't take his
eyes off how feminine she appeared. It wasn't even that she was hot. She
just looked perfect. The clothes set off by tussled hair and just a hint
of make-up.
"I guess that's why you treat her right."
"Huh?"
"The shopping. Looks like you've been buying girl clothes."
"I-yes. They're for Michelle."
"I'd love to see."
He fidgeted nervously, unaware his feet were starting to poke from under
his leg.
"I can tell you if they'll look good on her."
"Go ahead."
She stepped over, near him, reaching into the first bag.
"What a delightful aroma. Are you wearing-?"
"It's not perfume," he said defensively.
Elizabeth chuckled, withdrawing a blouse. A gorgeous, flowery lilac
pattern decorated the soft material.
"You've got the wrong size," she said. "This will never fit her. It does
look lovely, though. Doesn't it?"
He could only nod. He felt like he was on thin ice. That he was going to
give himself away.
"Yes. I like it."
A glint in her eye. "I'm sure you do.....And since you're already wearing
stockings perhaps you could try it on and I'll tell you if it suits you."
Jesus. He thought she was starting to suspect. But was she actually
inviting him to change in her home? Was she that nice? He'd have all
afternoon to dress while they waited for the locksmith.
"I-it-" he stammered.
His fingers started to temble. She took his hand and he couldn't take his
eyes off her gorgeous nails. God, he wished he could have decorated nails
like that.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Take some deep breaths and relax. Does
Michelle know?"
It took another minute or two before he even started to calm down.
"I don't think so. I don't know."
"Look, maybe we'll tell her one day..." He started to shake at her words.
"But for now you have a friend. Relax again. Breathe. What's your name?"
"Max."
"No, silly. Your real name. Your girl name."
He waited a moment. "Maxine."
"It's nice to meet you, Maxine. I'm so happy you're trusting me with
this. Now, we've got all afternoon, but I think we should start with a
fashion show."
His eyes actually lit up.
"You're so cute," she grinned, happy for him. "Go on and get changed. Get
comfortable and we'll have a girly day."
He left the room, still nervous, taking his bags with him. He spent
nearly fifteen minutes getting ready the first time. Taking off his jeans
and shirt. Slipping into a pencil skirt that rested just above the knee,
the blouse Liz had already seen. He was ready in no time, but spent
several minutes tucking the blouse in to emphasise his small breasts, and
untucking it so that it flowed more freely.
And then he stood at the door with trepidation. Nobody had ever seen him
like this. Nobody had ever known Maxine. What would happen when he
entered the living room.
He slowly opened the door.
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He need not worry. They spent the afternoon dressing and sharing a bottle
of wine to help him relax.
She offered him tips on etiquette, make-up, feminine deportment. He had
such a fantastic day.
"So, if I hadn't seen you, if you had your keys, you'd have gone inside
and spent the time your wife was away cooped up? Trapped in the house,
but free because Maxine could play?"
He nodded shyly.
"Well, now you don't have to. My husband will be home soon-"
"Jesus, Steve can't see me like this."
"Don't panic, Maxine. I was going to say enjoy your night and in the
morning, when he's left for work, I expect a visit from you."
Tears slipped from his eyes.
"Oh, baby," Elizabeth said, comforting him. "Don't worry. We're going to
take good care of you and make you feel just like the woman you are."
Caught in the emotional moment, he nodded. "Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank
you so much."
She spotted a van pull up outside.
"The locksmith is here," she said. "You best go home now. I'll see you in
the morning."
"Just give me a minute to get changed and-"
She shook her head. "For now, you are Maxine. Accept it. Embrace it.
Don't be ashamed or hide any longer."
He felt empowered by the words. Strong. He believed in himself. He
gathered his shopping and headed home.
However, the second he was out the door, he regretted it. Nerves and fear
flooding back. What the hell was he thinking?
He quickly ran down the drive, up the street a few steps, and then up his
own drive. Nobody had seen him yet, but he still had to face the
locksmith.
"Hi-hi there," he stuttered.
The locksmith, big and muscular, turned. A series of emotions played over
his face in a split second and Max registered them all: confusion,
hysteria, bemusement, calmness.
"Please don't-" Max began.
"Hey, buddy, whatever floats your boat. This the door that's got you in
such a mess?"
Max nodded.
"Let's get you inside, then, Miss..."
"Maxine," Max said slowly, offering his hand.
"Maxine, I'll have you inside before you can even blush."
And he did, working fast, saving the man from any unnecessary
embarrassment. Even though he did have a chuckle at his expense.
"Man, you've made my day. I can't wait tell my wife about this," he said
when he finished.
And the locksmith did later that night, not realising he had just
unwittingly planted the seed that would blossom into his own feminisation
in the months to come.
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That night, without fear, Max went for a midnight walk. The air was
crisp, but not cold. There was just enough breeze to tickle his legs, the
material of his flowing skirt dancing around him. He'd only done this
twice, always rushing, scared to death in case he was seen.
But tonight was different. He walked carefully in his heels, enjoying the
sound they made on the pavement. He always marvelled how different it was
walking outside on uneven pavement, occasionally throwing off his poise
that was typically perfect inside.
He passed a pub, fleetingly wished he had the courage to go inside. But
he couldn't....That was far too bold, and he was aware that despite the
image he conjured for himself, how pretty he felt, he did not pass as a
woman.
Not yet, he day-dreamed. Maybe soon, with Elizabeth's help. She had been
so kind, and he was so glad he had opened up to her. Maybe one day soon,
he thought.
He couldn't wait to visit her in the morning.
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And that was how it began. The next day he visited her and she was as
kind and gentle as she had been on the first occasion.
Over the coming weeks, whenever his wife was away, they spent many, many
hours together. Even though he was drawn to her, it was not sexual. They
became two girlfriends enjoying each others company. It was the best time
in his life.
He found his friends often cancelled plans, and normally he would have
chased them up. But now it simply freed more time up to see Liz. He
looked forward to their time together so much he found himself not even
making plans with his male friends anymore, and then not even missing
them....
Months passed until one day Elizabeth looked at him.
"You look delightful, Maxine."
He was wearing a strappy summer dress. She'd encouraged him to wear
inserts in his bra and he was comfortable with the image he projected. He
wished he had the courage to shave his legs, but that would mean
confessing to his wife. He wished he could share this with her. He wished
fervently that he could completely look like a woman.
"Remember the day you first came out to me?"
Maxine nodded. "It was so special."
"Well, I'm going to make you take a leap of faith."
"What do you mean?"
"I've told some of my friends about you," she said, judging her reaction.
"That's okay," Maxine said, with a delicate wave of her hand, her nails
polished and red.
"We're having a party this weekend. I'd like you to attend as our maid."
Maxine thought about this. She actually had a maid uniform and one of her
favourite hobbies was completing house chores while Michelle was away.
"I-I think I'd like that," she said, a quiver in her voice.
"Take a breath," Elizabeth said, and placed a hand on Maxine's leg. "And
your wife will be there."
Maxine swallowed.
"She knows about you, Maxine. I'm-"
"What?" Max suddenly gasped, his male persona breaking out. "How could-?"
"Maxine, she's fine. She loves it and can't wait to meet you. I had to
set you free. You're so much happier when I see you like this."
Maxine stood. Not angered about a trust being broken, but frustrated and
afraid. "I need some time to think."
5
The morning of the party Max visited Elizabeth.
"Hi, Max," she said when she opened the door. She looked disappointed.
"No, don't worry," he said. "I just didn't want to walk here in my
uniform."
He held up a bag. Elizabeth clapped her hands.
"This is so delightful. My friends can't wait to meet you."
"I-can you help me get ready? I want to look my best. I've never shaved
my legs or body before and I-"
She took his hand and dragged him inside. She hugged him.
"You're going to look great."
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Maxine was instructed to answer the door when the guests started to
arrive. At the first ring of the bell she nervously approached the door,
checking herself in a full length mirror. To see this through, she had to
consider herself a woman otherwise she would lose her faith and
confidence.
She looked great. Elizabeth had taken the time to paint her toe and
finger nails. Then she had washed and fixed her hair in a fancy little
ribbon. Maxine was pampered and felt....well, she felt like a princess.
The woman she always dreamed she could be, even though it was impossible.
What a wonderful day.
She was wearing her favourite bra and panties, which Liz had helped pad
out. She'd never had breasts so big and loved them. Her whole body was
smooth and svelte, her legs wrapped in the finest stockings she'd ever
worn. Her heels were four inches and spiked, but she barely tottered. The
satin uniform was black with lots of white lace trim, a frilly apron and
a tiny white cap.
She couldn't wait to get started.
She opened the door to the first guests. Two women who said hello softly.
Maxine greeted them and showed them to the living room. Both were in low
cut dresses, short hemlines, showing plenty of leg and a little cleavage.
God, she thought. This was going to be a great party. The best of all
worlds. Hot women to look at and fantasize about if Max emerged, but more
importantly his wife accepting Maxine. Her own clothes and image. Being a
real maid. She was so hard and she didn't imagine her erection going away
any time soon.
A few more women arrived and she greeted them. All in low cut dresses.
Legs that went to heaven. Maxine couldn't wait for the next party, and
this one had barely started.
She served drinks to the five women, who engaged in softly spoken girl
talk. One leafed through the new edition of Cosmo, one patiently cross-
stitched while they chatted. Another was knitting, the needles clipping
together. They all looked good. Jewellery perhaps a little garish, and a
little heavy on the make-up. But what a room....
Outisde, she then noticed five more women under the gazebo in the back
garden. They were accompanied by Elizabeth and his wife, Michelle. Maxine
recognised a couple of them. They were married to two of his friends.
She went to see how she could attend their needs, carrying a tray of
sparkling wine glasses.
"Well, about time," one of them scoffed.
"Rhianna," Elizabeth said sternly, and Maxine was grateful her friend
still had her back.
She returned for a tray of snacks, catching a glimpse in the living room.
There was something familiar about the women in the living room, but she
couldn't quite place it.
"Hurry back," Rhianna called after her.
She returned and served tiny, tasty snacks.
Michelle nudged his arm. "You look great. Are you ready?"
Maxine smiled. "Sure, I think."
She wondered what was going to happen now. Even though she was the maid,
she was also aware she was the guest of honor. It was going to feel great
to have a whole group of friends just like Elizabeth. She could be girly
whenever she liked, especially now Michelle knew about Maxine.
"I love you," Maxine whispered to Michelle.
Elizabeth stepped forward. She looked as great as ever.
"I'd like you all to meet our new maid, Maxine," she announced.
She smiled at the acceptance. Even curtsied with a cute little giggle.
"She will pleasure us whenever we desire, in whatever ways we desire,"
Elizabeth continued in a matter-of-fact manner.
"What-I-?" Maxine protested, her feminine voice breaking.
"I want to see her technique first," Rhianna said.
"Hey, this isn't-" Max began.
But the women continued, ignoring him.
"That's why my wife is here," Elizabeth said, "and not inside with the
other girlies."
One of the women stepped forward. Low cut dress. High hem. Bigger tits
than the others. She was gorgeous.
"Maxine, this is Stephanie."
Max took her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
Stephanie looked a little uncomfortable, and Max was still confused.
"You should be on your knees now," Michelle said, and looked to the
others. "Don't worry, she'll learn soon. It's her first day."
Max kneeled, looking fearfully at his wife. "What's happening?"
"It will be okay soon. You'll love it."
As he kneeled, Stephanie lifted her dress and Maxine managed a shocked
"Steve?" before the cock that sprung up found his lips.
Michelle pushed her servient wife forward, mouth gaping, and the cock
easily entered.
For a moment Max resisted, but it felt so good, so right. And for a
fantastic while he accepted he was Maxine, embraced the pleasure she was
about to have. Tasting hard cock was something she had fantasized about
when dressed, and was one of her favourite images to masturbate about.
Her pouting mouth was designed for this. She worked her friend's cock for
minutes, teasing it, nibbling, bringing it to the brink, only to relent
and then start again. Sucking, licking the shaft, savoring every taste of
sweat and pre-cum. She gasped as her nails dug into Stephanie's
thighs....Stephanie.....Steve....she wasn't even thinking straight, aware
that her own panties were filling with pre-cum.
Rhianna almost swooned. "God, she's a natural. I can't wait."
Maxine's eyes went wide as Steve finally exploded. Her throat was awash
in cum. But she held his penis inside, letting it fill her mouth because
it tasted so good. She started to cum herself, her panties drenched, her
own juices trailing down her stockinged legs.
"We'll have to get her little clittie under control," Elizabeth noted.
"I'll chastise her," Rhianna said.
"Or get one of the girlies to do it," Michelle coyly suggested. "Imagine
how demeaning it would be for one of her best friends to fasten her
little clittie away until we allowed it out to play."
Best friends?
Shame washing over him, the cock released and Max looked up, terrified.
Cum oozed from his mouth.
"Best friends?" he managed.
He looked at the window. They were all inside. His friends. He suddenly
realised with horror that the reason they had been cancelling plans over
the last few months was because....They had been feminised. Until today,
he had enjoyed it, but this was far too much and extreme. The whole
process would have been awful for them.
Elizabeth smacked her husband's butt. "Go and tell the girlies to come
out here so they can see our Pleasure Maid being broken."
"Steve?" Max managed.
Stephanie looked helpless. Obediently, she walked gracefully to the
house.
Max looked at his wife.
"Please don't do this," he begged, cum dribbling out. He swallowed the
last of it.
"Look at you," she laughed. "You were born for this."
Rhianna reached for a bag at the back of the gazebo. "If we're breaking
her, I always say biggest is best," she said, and took out a massive
strap-on.
"Elizabeth, don't let her do this," Max cried.
Elizabeth smiled cruelly. "You all have your place. In work and life,
everything you do is to please us. But when I saw you I knew you were
special, so I asked my friends if we should create a role especially for
you. Our Pleasure Maid. You'll entertain us in any ways we suggest. While
the others work in real jobs, be it as a secretary or waitress or helping
in a salon, you'll be making us real money with those gorgeous lips."
He wiped cum from his lips. "No," he said sternly. "I will not."
"Ready?" Elizabeth asked Rhianna.
Max turned. The woman was wearing the strap-on. The giant dildo would rip
him in two. He'd never been taken from behind before. And while, dressed,
playing the role of Maxine with Elizabeth, he had confided curiosity
about giving head, this penetration that was about to happen was too
much.
"No!" he screamed.
"Here come the girlies," Michelle laughed.
Max watched his submissive friends approach. Now, after looking so cute,
they just seemed...sad. Pathetic. They had given in and accepted this way
of life that had been thrust upon them. He considered his own servile,
domesticated and slutty appearance.
He wouldn't accept this.
He looked around, searching for an escape route. But the women were all
blocking him. And then his friends, the girlies, encroached on him as
well.
Rhianna hovered nearby, running her perfectly painted fingernails over
the dildo. And despite his previous ejaculation, he started to get hard
and didn't understand why.
He prepared to bolt, but his wife's strict look caught his eye.
"Don't you dare embarrass me," she scolded, and then her expression
turned much softer. Compassionate even. "Besides, where are you going to
run? Where are you going to hide? When, in your circle of friends,
there's no one like you left."
THE END
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