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The White Apron Did It By Monica Graz PART 1 Dennis Arnellos finished getting dressed and gave an indifferent look at his immense but untidy bedroom. His Polish maid Magda would take care of that later, he thought. He moved to his study and turned his computer on and then went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. He knew that Magda would be out at this hour doing her morning shopping. He started going back to his study but stopped as his eye caught the freshly ironed white apron's strings as they were hanging down at the end of the utility room table right next to the kitchen. Instinctively he went in there to check. He picked the apron hesitantly and looked at it. It was a small serving half apron quite pretty with its broderie anglaise trim. He looked down at his slim body noticing his very simple black outfit he was wearing consisting of a pair of black trousers and a black T-shirt and then he remembered his early teenage years when he was helping their Filipina maid with her chores and the thrill he was getting when she was tying an apron around his waist when they were just the two of them in the house. The maid syndrome as he called it, together with his crossdressing tendencies that pestered Dennis from his early teenage years, were all of a sudden back as he was holding this simple piece of white material. Suddenly he had this strong urge to put the apron on. Magda was out shopping and she wouldn't be back for at least another hour. He looked around for a mirror but the only one nearby was in Magda's room which was right next to the utility room. He went there quickly feeling quite guilty at the same time. He was trespassing to his maid's room and that made him feel uncomfortable. He saw the mirror at the far wall of the room and stood in front of it. He tied the apron with fast movements and tried to make a correct bow in the back. He looked at his black and white idol and suddenly he saw a potential maid in front of him. The trousers were out of place of course and the hair a bit short, there was not a cap on and the shoes were wrong but the impression was all there because his soft androgynous face features were adding to that impression. A strong pang of pleasure crossed his body like an electric current and butterflies gathered in his stomach. He was sexually excited! He kept looking at his idol in the mirror; he turned around to look at the bow in his back then turned to face the mirror again. He was totally absorbed in his world when he heard Magda's familiar voice with her distinctive heavy accent, "You look very cute in that apron Master Dennis, you would make a very attractive waitress or maid, and men would love your looks." Dennis froze and turned to face Magda who was standing by the door still carrying her shopping bags, neatly dressed in one of her morning uniforms dresses. Blushing all over like a school boy he said awkwardly, "I'm sorry Magda, I shouldn't be in your room, I was just curious to see the effect of the apron against my black clothes. I'll remove it immediately and move out of your way." Magda was an educated woman, she had studied English literature back in her country hence the good knowledge of English, but the lack of work brought her to London to work as a maid. She instinctively realized that there was more to what she just saw in Dennis putting on one of her aprons and in an impulse decided to press him a bit more. "Don't remove the apron just yet Master Dennis, you simply look adorable in it. Let's go to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee and talk about it. You could probably tell me a bit more about your urge to wear it." Dennis found impertinent for a servant Magda's request, but also intriguing because deep down he wanted to talk to someone about it and talking to his maid would be simpler than try to explain it to any of his relatives or friends. So, he followed Magda rather awkwardly to the kitchen feeling the white apron in front of his clothes so alien and yet so comforting at the same time. Dennis sat at the edge of the chair in front of the kitchen table and started sipping his coffee still very conscious of the white apron. Magda joined him, a mug in her hand and sat right opposite looking at him expectantly. At that moment, Dennis decided to open his heart to a total stranger. He had an inner need for that and Magda was going to be the recipient of his inner thoughts and feelings. 'I am bored and frustrated Magda, you must have noticed that already,' he started talking in an assertive manner and as Magda nodded her encouragement he continued, 'Here I am at this immense prestigious Mayfair apartment just a stone's throw from Berkeley's Sq. trying to finish my damn PhD without any friends or social life." Magda couldn't fail to notice that Dennis was at the verge of starting to cry as he continued talking. "Every bloody day I sit in front of my laptop and I can't write a single word. My mind is blocked and I know that father expects me to finish my thesis by the end of this academic year. I simply can't do it." Magda knew of course that Dennis's father Andreas Arnellos was a Greek tycoon and ship-owner having one of the biggest fleets of cargo vessels globally. He is the one who employed her initially to work in his villa in Mykonos and then he decided to send her to London when his youngest son Dennis had to go there to finish his studies. She decided to be bold so she said assertively, "Would you like to become my assistant for a few days Master Dennis, to help me with the cleaning in this immense house? Having seen you with an apron on I thought it might be a good distraction for you from your present worries. There is nothing better to distract your mind than menial tasks; I can assure you of that." Dennis looked at her puzzled as the familiar butterflies started tickling his stomach again. He looked down at his apron and trying to hide his excitement raised his eyes and said in a flat voice, "Yes, I would love that Magda, it could have been an excellent distraction from my worries, when can I start?" "How about now!" Magda said enthusiastically then added rather boldly, "But before we start please tell me a few things about yourself Dennis, tell me what urge pushed you today to put this apron on. I want to know a bit more about your feelings if you don't mind." Dennis didn't fail to notice that Magda called his name for the first time skipping the 'Master' but didn't mind her question, he badly needed to confess to someone." "All my life I am surrounded by domestic staff Madga. I grew up with nannies and maids taking care of me. I always had a fascination for their uniforms and their tasks. I was fantasizing being in their shoes quite often, I even had dreams about that." He stopped and Magda saw his eyes shining from excitement and anticipation. At that moment, he realized that Dennis was going to be putty in her hands. "In fact," Dennis continued, "during my years in Switzerland when I was in an exclusive boarding school for boys I learned how to be a real- life servant." "How come?" Magda asked being genuinely curious now. "Well," Dennis continued a bit more nervous now, and he started playing with his apron, "my friend and confidante Annette, the girl I was seeing at the time and who somehow found out about my crossdressing tendencies introduced me to a Mistress and maid game and gradually I became her servant in all aspects, like a general factotum." "What's that," Magda asked puzzled, "I never heard that word before." "It is Latin and it means a person of all works, a servant who takes care of everything." "And then what happened?" Magda asked eagerly. Dennis's story was getting very intriguing. "Well Annette thought it would be better for me to get the real servant's experience and since she was a Swiss national and with many connections she made me work during my vacations and weekends as a hotel apprentice kitchen hand in a nearby town, not a maid because I would never be able to get away with it but the next best think, a male general factotum. The hotel was very popular with skiers in winter. For my family, of course I was staying with my close friend Annette and her family. Imagine how I felt working as a kitchen hand in a hotel where all the rich and famous were coming. I was always worried that some friends of my family might recognize me though I have to admit I very rarely was allowed to step out of the kitchen where I was washing piles of dishes dressed like a skivvy. Magda was truly amazed. She never suspected that this slightly depressed and spoiled young man had such a past. He looked at Dennis and said, "Wow, what a story, I'm really impressed." Then she added in a mischievous way, "That means that you are experienced in housework so I don't have to teach you anything, you can start working at once." Dennis looked at her a bit hesitantly now. Did he actually reveal too much to Magda? He simply said, "Yes, I certainly know how to clean and prepare a hotel room and make the bed properly according to certain rules, the maids in that Swiss hotel were eager to show me, but I never did real housework in a private home." "You don't need a PhD to do housework, you will be able to learn in no time at all. I could see how you were watching me when I was working around the house. Now I understand why, you probably wanted to be in my shoes or wear my uniform. Am I correct Dennis?" Magda asked assertively. "Yes, you are," Dennis answered simply, "I was quite fascinated watching you." "Now to more practical matters before you start your menial tasks," Magda said looking quite excited now. "First you need a new name, Dennis is too masculine for a maid and it would remind to both of us your family and in particular your famous father and Denise would have been too obvious. Do you have a name you would like to adopt in this new phase of your life?" Before Dennis had time to answer she added, "Or even better. Do you have a memory of a maid in your family that you liked a lot, a maid you would like to identify with?" Dennis looked a bit confused with the question but then suddenly his eyes shone and a smile framed his usually serious face, "Yes. When I was about 10 we had a Filipina maid at home who really pampered me and even allowed me to help her in the kitchen. Her name was Angelita but we all called her Lita. I was very fond of her." "Lita it is then! That's your new maid's name. Welcome to the Arnellos London residence Lita. I hope you will be a good domestic servant and you will follow my instructions carefully." Magda said half seriously half-jokingly. But the impact of those words on Dennis were astounding. He stood up and half-jokingly half seriously tried an awkward curtsey saying at the same time, "Thank you Miss Magda, I'll try my best to be a good servant. I'll try and learn as much as possible from you." They both laughed and hugged after that but the role reversal had happened. Dennis or rather Lita was going to be the maid from now on. PART 2 "Now Lita, you will need some proper working clothes. I can't give you any of mine because I'm at least a size smaller than you and the Arnellos family can certainly afford to buy the working clothes for their new maid." Magda said casually after they both sat down again to finish their coffee. Dennis got butterflies in his stomach as he instantly thought of the Alexandra uniform shop in Knightsbridge not far from Harrods. He always stops and daydreams in front of their window every time he passes by. Magda must have read his mind because she added, "Let's walk down to Knightsbridge to Alexandra workwear shop; they have a good selection of housekeeping dresses and aprons." "I was just thinking of that Magda and..." Magda looked at Dennis critically raising her left eyebrow slightly as if annoyed. She said, "We haven't even started yet and you've already forgotten your place Lita. This is not the correct way to address your betters." Dennis could barely suppress a smile; he enjoyed the seriousness of Magda. She meant business and this was even more exciting for him. "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Magda; I'll be more careful next time how to address you. I'll get used to it." "You better remember that Lita. If you want the full experience you must accept that you are now at the bottom of the social ladder and everybody for you is by default your better. So, you address them accordingly and with respect." "Yes Miss Magda, I'll try to remember that," Dennis said more meekly now. "Ok then, go and change to something very simple, the cheapest you can find in Master Dennis's cupboard, just a pair of jeans, a T shirt and some flip flops, it's quite warm outside. I'll act as the employer and you can be the... what you called it before? Ah yes, I remembered, the general factotum. You better give me Master Dennis's credit card so I can pay." Dennis was impressed how Magda was already separating 'Master Dennis' from 'Lita the maid' as if they were two different persons. He liked that. He was already getting to the role himself. He simply said without thinking, "Ako si Lita." "What did you just say?" Magda asked intrigued. "Did you say something in Greek?" Dennis blushed all over as he answered, "No Miss it's not Greek; it's Tagalog, the Filipino official dialect. This is what Lita used to say to me at the time. It means 'I am Lita'. He enjoyed teaching me phrases of her language. Of course, I forgot most of it now." "Interesting," Magda said in a pensive mode. "Clearly that Filipina maid had quite an influence on you." Then as if she remembered something she looked down at herself still in her uniform dress and chuckled, "I better change as well; I can't really take you to the uniform shop dressed like that. Let's meet here in 15 minutes." Forty minutes later they were entering Alexandra's workwear shop. Magda was dressed very elegantly without any exaggeration, a nice summer dress, a light jacket sensible shoes and a designers' bag. Dennis still in his male persona was very simply dressed, in a selection of cheap 'Primark'? clothes which he miraculously found among his expensive designers' clothes. There was not a moment's doubt to the shop assistant who welcomed them who was the boss. Magda took instantly the initiative saying, "Good afternoon, I would like some working clothes for my new maid Lita. She is about to start working in my house and I need some sensible and practical uniforms. Nothing fancy, just hardwearing dresses and matching aprons." "Of course Madam," the shop assistant said cheerfully as she could sense a good order coming. She turned and looked at Dennis, who once more was blushing all over, as if she was assessing his size then she turned to Magda again saying, "I think a medium size would be quite comfortable for your maid, small could be rather restrictive for housework." When Magda saw that the shop assistant was looking appraisingly at Dennis she couldn't suppress a small laugh and decided to save him from further embarrassment, "The uniforms are not for Dennis here, they are for his sister Lita; I know she takes size 12 to 14, and you are right, housekeeping dresses should be comfortable. But Dennis will be working in and out of the house as well, he will be running errands, do a bit of gardening and he certainly would help his sister in the heavier works like cleaning windows etc. So, you might find something for him as well." The assistant sensing even a larger order gave Magda a broader smile, "Of course we have special unisex tunics and trousers with an elasticized waist that male cleaners can use as well and I certainly can provide a couple for Dennis here." "And they can share some big working aprons," Magda added happily. She certainly was getting ready to spend money charging it all on Dennis' card. They both were ignoring Dennis as if he wasn't there. That was even more thrilling for him; the feeling of being ignored was new and quite overwhelming for the son of a multi millionaire. And now Magda was giving him the double status of a male and female cleaner simultaneously! He stayed put waiting to see the shop assistant's selection thinking all this time his mantra, 'Ako si Lita, ako si Lita'. He realized how much it was helping him to adapt to his new persona. Within twenty minutes they were walking back to the house. Dennis was carrying the parcels that contained three morning dresses of pale colors with matching full aprons and a proper black and white maid's uniform for afternoon wear. Also, two unisex cleaning uniforms as the assistant explained, since some women cleaners preferred to work in trousers if they were allowed of course. Magda was very chatty on the way back. She was enjoying immensely the new phase in her life though the outcome was unknown to her; she new that she was about to enter unchartered waters. Dennis/Lita on the other hand was in a rather pensive mood as he was walking next to her. He knew that he was doing something completely out of the ordinary but the strong drive to do it was so prevailing that nothing could stop him. "I think you should move tonight to the maid's room Lita, you certainly can't stay in the master bedroom, not very appropriate for your current position," Magda started saying and before Lita could answer she added, "I'll move to one of the guest rooms, no need for me also to be in the master bedroom, that certainly belongs to the rightful owner of the place, Mr. Arnellos and his immediate family." She is doing it again, Dennis thought, she separates Dennis completely from Lita. That was helping him as well because the 'Lita persona' was becoming stronger by the minute. 'Ako si Lita,' he repeated once more to himself. They arrived at the house and instantly Magda moved her things to the biggest of the guest rooms with an en suite bathroom and Dennis/Lita unpacked his/hers uniforms in the tiny room with an adjoining small WC/shower facility right next to the laundry room. What a difference from the grand bathroom upstairs with the built-in Jacuzzi. He could go there only to clean this room from now on. The mere thought of it sent shivers of erotic sensations to his body. He changed quickly, as Magda asked him, in one of the uniform dresses, a light blue one which buttoned in front. As he finished buttoning it he felt the coarse polyester material in his soft and the erotic shivers came back. He quickly tied a large white functional bib apron around his small waist and put some white flat canvas shoes on. Everything was very functional and totally unflattering. When he looked at the tiny mirror he nearly fainted from excitement though he was still a boy in a maid's uniform. 'Ako si Lita, ako si Lita...' he kept repeating to himself. He hesitantly went back to the kitchen where Magda with an apron on had already started dinner preparations. Lita was surprised to see Magda still acting like the housekeeper but said nothing. He simply stood awkwardly in the middle waiting for Magda's reaction. "Wow, you look so real Lita, the picture of domesticity. You are still a boy in a maid's uniform but you are small framed with delicate features and you can be gradually transformed to a girl with some effort and outside assistance." Lita looked at her alarmed but also excited. "What do you mean 'outside assistance' Miss?" Magda chuckled. "Well, I mean a partial makeover during the next few days, mind you, nothing very drastic and fully irreversible if needed, but you will look much more the part." She stopped and looked shrewdly at him. "Providing that I have your full cooperation of course dear Lita; I wouldn't dare do anything without your full consent, we are adults here and you can decide how far you are prepared to go." Dennis/Lita felt instantly that Magda needed some sort of reassurance for what was happening and answered hastily, "I fully understand Miss and I can tell you very formally that I do love what is happening to me at the moment, I never felt so alive and excited in years now. So, I don't want to stop, I can continue with your help this path of transformation we've just started, I very much need it!" Magda saw the determination in his voice and said, "Ok Lita, I can see how much you want that transformation and I'm going to help you but you must follow all my instructions to the letter. I have to teach you a lot, not only to be a maid but primarily how to be a convincing girl." And as if she remembered something important continued, "We completely forgot your underwear. You can't be a maid with a flat chest and boxer shorts underneath. You need some proper underwear some bras and of course realistic breast forms. I'll go for a Lita shopping trip tomorrow when you will be here doing your chores." Those words of Magda clicked all his buttons again; underwear, bras, breast forms? Wow! He liked that a lot. He blushed all over as he simply said, "That would be marvelous Miss, and I'm so excited! I'll be anxiously waiting to see all Lita's shopping tomorrow." Magda turned practical again and waved at him to approach, "Now then, you can come and help me prepare dinner. I decided to do that tonight because you still must learn where everything is in the kitchen. Let's say that the lady of the house is cooking and her maid is helping her cleaning the mess." "Yes Miss," Lita answered hesitantly not knowing yet how to fully act as a maid. "Just tell me what to do Miss." When they finally sat down to dinner the two of them Magda had to tell Lita a few more things, "This is highly irregular of course for the maid to sit down to eat dinner with her Mistress but we do it just for tonight that you still learn the ropes. As of tomorrow, you are going to eat in the kitchen alone after you have served my dinner properly in the dining room. Is that clear enough for you Lita?" "Yes Miss Magda, it is," Lita answered feeling rather funny as he was sitting to eat dinner in a maid's dress and apron. That was certainly a dramatic change from this morning he thought and secretly smiled to himself. So much had happened in a matter of hours. "After we finish eating you will clean the table and do the washing up afterwards. Do not use the dish washer, I want you to learn how to do dishes manually, it is always good to feel that. And I don't want you to use rubber gloves, not to start with anyway, I want those soft hands of yours to become rougher. Then you will be more in line with your current condition." Magda was talking non-stop giving instructions and guidelines and Lita could tell that she was quite enjoying herself. This arrangement created a new level of understanding for both and also some sort of different bonding. The role reversal that happened so smoothly and quickly was definitively matching their respective personalities. As they were finishing their dinner she remarked in a matter of fact tone of voice, "You must start thinking as a SHE from now on Lita, you must believe in that if you want to be successful and convincing in your new female persona. I heard you repeating before the 'Ako si Lita'phrase. Start telling to yourself in plain English, 'I am a she, I want to be a convincing female and I want to be a maid!' and sleep with that thought tonight and the nights to come." "Yes Miss," Lita said and instantly repeated with a cracked from emotion voice Magda's phrase, 'I am a she, I want to be a convincing female and I want to be a maid!' "Good girl!" was all that Magda said. A couple of hours later Lita (formally a SHE from now on) was exhausted after all those unusual activities and ready to go to bed. She then remembered again that had no nightie in her maid's room or proper underwear to change tomorrow. She mentioned that to Magda who immediately said, "Of course, you are right. We both forgot about that with the excitement of the day. I'll tell you what; I'll give you one of my nighties to wear tonight and a change of underwear. Tomorrow, as I said, I'll go to 'a Lita shopping expedition' to Primark to buy you some proper underwear and nighties and probably some street clothes as well, a couple of simple jean skirts and tops will do the trick. Are you ok with that?" "Thank you, Miss Magda, and please don't forget the breast forms, I'm quite excited about that prospect," was all that Lita managed to say as her eyes were closing, "Probably we can go together upstairs so you can give me the nightie and undies. I don't know why but I'm about to fall asleep, I feel exhausted." Magda chuckled and said, "Too much excitement for one day Lita, too much excitement for both of us so let's call it a night." "Yes Miss, thank you Miss," Lita said as they both started walking towards the stairs. PART 3 A month later... They were sitting around the kitchen table having their midmorning coffee, Lita dressed in her morning uniform having a break from her endless and mundane house chores and Magda dressed elegantly ready to go out for another visit to a gallery or a museum. Magda had a sip of her coffee and scrutinised Lita with her eyes, "You look quite relaxed now Lita, you wear your uniform as if you belong to it, I never expected that you would be such a natural as a domestic. And of course, that training week you spent at the transformation clinic makes all the difference in the world. Look at your well shaped boobs covered modestly by your dress and apron bib. Even your voice has the right female pitch after the laser tuning they gave you. Nobody would think now that under this neat uniform is a boy hidden." Lita, blushed as she remembered this difficult but exciting week at the clinic, the realistic breast forms glued to her chest, the hair extensions, and so many other minor changes, all reversible as they reassured her. She smiled mischievously and said in her new higher pitched voice, "Thank you Miss Magda. You are right, I feel quite natural in this role as if I was doing it all my life, I don't know what it is, I probably was a female servant in my previous life." This time Magda chuckled and added, "I think you are probably correct, some of my Buddhist friends here in London would fully endorse that since they firmly believe in reincarnation." She had another sip and added, "But let's talk about more practical matters. Have you been in contact with the Arnellos family recently? I haven't heard any news from Dennis's father since before you came to work for the family." Magda continued her policy of separating Lita the maid from Dennis the rich heir and Dennis himself was accepting that attitude from the very beginning so his answer was on the same wave length, "Yes Ma'am, Master Dennis's father sent an e-mail the other day, he is extremely busy now, he is in a major shipyard in Korea, where he is about to do a ceremonial launching of his latest cargo ship. He asked if Master Dennis could join him but there but he refused because he is busy working on his PhD." Magda felt a bit uneasy hearing this. She certainly didn't want to be held responsible for Dennis's possible failure in his studies because of this latest turn of events. Lita sensed that and although she was feeling guilty for completely abandoning her studies in the past few weeks she hastily said, "We shouldn't worry about Master Dennis's activities and obligations this particular period Miss. We both know that Dennis had a mental blockage and couldn't produce any work so Lita was and still is the answer to that problem. We'll deal with the Arnellos family when the time comes and I 'm certain that we'll find some suitable answers." Magda understood that Dennis was trying to reassure her that they were not doing anything dangerous or extreme and decided to move a step further with Lita's 'education'. So, she said casually, "I have been thinking Lita that you probably should expose yourself more to the outside world as a maid. I know that you go out in your uniform doing the shopping but this is not enough. I thought it would be good if you could interact with others maids and people at the same level of the social ladder. Do you agree with that idea?" Lita felt the familiar excitement rising as she managed to ask, "What do you have in mind Miss?" "Well, I have a lady friend from Poland who works in one of the top galleries in Chelsea. She is and art historian and critic and acts as a curator for the exhibitions hosted at the gallery." Magda replied and stopped briefly to check Lita's reaction. Lita looked puzzled thinking why Magda was telling her all that. She certainly was not at all involved in the art world and her knowledge in that field was minimal. Magda continued a cunning smile in her face. "The owner of the gallery is a very rich Arab from Qatar who lives with his family in a big mansion in Mayfair not far from here. They employ a Filipina as a live- in maid but they need an outside help three days a week. It is a large house and a family with three children so the poor Filipina can't cope with the work. She definitely needs an outside assistant and this could be you, if you agree of course." Now Lita understood what Magda was trying to tell her all along and the familiar butterflies in her stomach were back in full action. Could she actually work as a maid next to a Filipina for another employer who would have no idea who she really was? That was too much to absorb and too exciting to believe. She was blushing all over as she looked questioningly at Magda not knowing what to say. Magda sensing Lita's excitement and eagerness to hear more continued, a smirk in her face. "It's quite simple really. Every second day, say Monday Wednesday and Friday you will be there at 9.00 am and you will work until 5.00pm, the perfect part time cleaner's job. You can easily walk there and back. You can go with your uniform on, no point of losing time in changing clothes; you will walk from a maid's job to another maid's job." Lita looked perplexed. This was a far too big step to take. Working as a maid in another house next to a Filipina maid? Is this a dream coming true for her? She fidgeted with her apron as she looked questioningly towards Magda. "But Miss Magda, how are we going to cope with the paper work? Wouldn't I need an employment contract? And what name I'm going to use? Don't you think it could be risky?" Magda had anticipated those questions and answered quickly without thinking, "They don't want any paper work done, they are rich Arabs and they hate dealing with the British bureaucracy. They already employ legally the Filipina maid and her name is Rosie by the way, short for Rosario. You are going to be paid in cash at the end of each day, 7 pounds an hour which is below the going rate but as my Polish friend said me you will collect untaxable money under the table so you should be quite satisfied. And you will be simply known to them as Lita, no surname needed." She chuckled as he remembered something else. "And of course, you will be working next to a Filipina. That will bring memories back from your encounter with the original Lita, the maid of your childhood years who obviously influenced you a lot." At that point Lita looking rather furtive decided to let out her small secret of the past few weeks since she became the maid in her own house, "You know Miss Magda, ever since I became Lita, remember how I first mentioned to you the 'ako si Lita', I started teaching myself Tagalog with the help of the many existing on line programs, the urge is very strong and I learned quite a bit. I even had some on line chats with Filipina maids working in Hong Kong; there is a very big community of Filipina maids there." She had a mischievous look furtive as she added, "I only wish that Master Dennis would be so busy and efficient working in his PhD as I am with my Tagalog lessons." She consistently continued separating Lita the maid from Dennis the rich heir. Magda chuckled once more. This Dennis/Lita creature never ceased to amaze her. She practically was asking to be a Filipina maid now! How odd. "Wow! You never stop to amaze me Lita dear," she said excitedly. "Isn't it a good coincidence that you will be working next to a Filipina? This is your chance to improve your Tagalog and learn also what it really means to be poor and travel to the other end of the world to work as a domestic worker to support a whole family back home. We do to certain extend the same thing in Poland but Philippines are something else. Nearly one in three women work abroad as maids, nannies or nurses at the best of cases and with the money they send back support the economy of the whole country." Shivers of excitement run through Lita's spine. Being an anonymous girl simply called Lita, no surname needed, or any paper work for that matter was ideal for her. She could create her own myth of being the poor uneducated girl who had to work to support her family back home like the Filipinas all over the world. She should probably try to speak in a less posh accent. She could become a less educated girl coming from her crisis ridden country to UK to find a better life like the early Greek migrants that went to US at the beginning of the 20th century, more than a century ago. Magda's intuition picked up her thoughts once more. "You should try and speak English in a simpler manner not using all those fancy words educated people use. You better try and lose your posh Oxford accent and speak like a foreigner. It will be very simple if you try to limit your vocabulary to 100 to 200 commonly used words which will do the trick. Could you do that? This is also a clever way to protect Dennis's identity and promote Lita's presence." "I was just thinking about that Miss, I think I could do it," Lita answered giggling, using for the first time her heavier Greek accent. "Right then, it's settled." Magda said, "I'll call my Polish friend and tell her that you will be in the residence tomorrow morning at nine. Use the traders' entrance in the basement and ring the bell there so Rosie can let you in." For the first time since they started this conversation Lita had an uncomfortable feeling. Was she crazy appearing in public and exposing herself using Lita's persona? What if she was recognised by the many friends of her father in London? What if the rich Arab family knew about her father who was wheeling and dealing with the rich Arab world? But then she remembered what Magda already mentioned to her and what she felt herself all those days that circulated in London doing her shopping in her maid's uniform. She was practically invisible; nobody was paying attention to her, another working girl clearly running errands for her employers. The excitement shivers replaced once more her worries and she simply answered to Magda, "I better get on with my chores, lots to do since I'll be working out tomorrow." "Good girl," Magda answered in a condescending manner, "off you go then." PART 4 It was 8.45 in the morning and Lita was walking fast down the street. Dressed in one of her uniform dresses, the mint green one, her sensible working shoes and a cardigan to protect her from the morning chill she was heading for her first outside work as a maid and cleaner. Her heart was beating fast as she tried to avoid the looks of the morning walkers, though no one seemed to pay any attention to her, another migrant domestic worker clearly running an errand for her employers in that rich part of Mayfair. She was carrying a small canvas shoulder bag with some basic cosmetics a couple of aprons and Dennis's mobile phone and credit card for emergency reasons. She was slightly amused and excited as she looked at the hem of her work dress where a few spots of discoloration were very obvious, clearly the results of chlorine and a big tell tale for her activities. She also couldn't' fail to notice the state of her hands which already lost their softness and looked rather red and rough, the hands of a domestic. Miss Magda was very pleased when she noticed that in the morning before her departure from the Arnellos residence. "You are safe Lita, nobody could detect anything else but a domestic worker on you at the moment. It is not only your uniform and hands but also the lack of any frivolous accoutrements, a totally utilitarian look," she said chuckling happily. Lita wasn't certain if she should be pleased or worried with that comment so she simply said, "Thank you Miss Magda, that makes me less worried for my first day in a new working environment. I certainly am interested in keeping a low profile." She looked at her cheap wrist watch again. She wanted to be there on time for her first day. She wasn't far now, probably another 5 minutes' walk? She tried to revise her 'Lita's story' or 'Lita's myth' as she started calling it. She revised it again in her mind. She was in London for over a year now working as a live in maid in the Arnellos residence. The family was away for an indefinite period and the apartment's caretaker Miss Magda Matveyev kindly agreed to let her work as a cleaner at an outside job for an extra income in order to be able to help her family in distress back in her country. She was single with no other attachments or obligations. She turned the corner and there it was in front of her the house she was going to work as a maid. The house where nobody would know anything about the rich guy called Dennis. They would only know Lita the migrant woman with no surname who would work for some extra money badly needed. The familiar excitement butterflies were back combined of course with a large amount of anxiety. She looked at the building, a typical white stucco Georgian house probably 150 to 200 years old. She saw the grand main entrance and then in a few meters to its right a low metal gate with steps going to the basement. That was the traders' and servants' entrance and there she had to go. She took a big breath, and tried to remember her Tagalog greeting she was going to use if Rosie was answering the door. She started descending the fairly steep steps with slightly trembling feet. She timidly rang the bell and waited patiently her knees still trembling. She heard steps approaching and in a moment the door opened and a small Filipina woman probably in her early forties, wearing a standard morning uniform, light blue dress, half white apron and comfortable canvas shoes looked at her appraisingly taking it in instantly that a fellow maid was at the door. She was about to say something but Lita managed to speak first. "Magandang umaga. Ako si Lita," she said in her best singing Tagalog, wishing good morning and stating her name. Rosie - because this must have been the Filipina who opened the door - was clearly taken by surprise because she answered also in Tagalog, "Marunong ka bang mag Tagalog?" Lita thought that this is enough for a simple introduction and said in English, "I speak a little Tagalog. What I know I learned it from a Filipina we were working together some time ago." She half blushed as she said her first innocent lie. "Ako si Rosie," she said smiling and then continued in accented English. "Come in Lita, Mistress warned me about your coming, I see you are already appropriately dressed for work. Would you like a cup of coffee before I start showing you around?" "Yes please, that would be lovely," Lita answered in her up market accent and then she remembered that she had to change the way she spoke English, 'simpler words, heavier accent and the occasional grammar error is the answer' Magda kept reminding her and she was going to concentrate on that. As Rosie was pouring coffee from the coffee machine they both heard steps coming down, the unmistakable sound of heels. Rosie looked concerned and said in haste, "Mistress is coming down; probably she heard or saw you coming in, quick put this apron on; she wants her maids properly attired all the time." As she was talking she moved fast to a drawer opened it and retrieved an apron and threw it to Lita who quickly tied it firmly around her waist making certain that the bow was symmetrical at the back. That moment a door opened at the far end of the kitchen and in a few seconds she came face to face with her new employer. She saw an impeccably dressed and heavily made up woman, probably in her mid forties walking towards them. She watched Rosie with the corner of her eye standing at attention, her hands cupped together in front of her apron and she did the same. "Good morning girls," the lady said in a chirpy voice. "Good morning Ma'am," Rosie answered with a slight curtsey and within seconds Lita did the same imitating rather clumsily Rosie's movement. The lady turned to Lita and scrutinized her with her large dark eyes. "I am Mrs. Leila Ahmad and you must be Lita. Miss Matveyev spoke very highly of you and your working ethos and efficiency. I understand that you are a live in maid in a big residence nearby, where Miss Matveyed is the caretaker. Is that correct girl?" Lita thought it would be appropriate to answer the question with a slight curtsey again and said in accented and slightly bad English, "Yes Ma'am, I am Lita and I am maid in a house near here. The family is away and Miss Magda allow me to work out for some extra money that I need to support my family back home Ma'am." "So I understand girl, so I understand," Mrs. Ahmad repeated and continued in a firmer tone, "I intend to employ you unofficially three days a week Monday, Wednesday and Friday, 9.00 am to 5.00 pm. Your wages will be a flat sum of 50 pounds per day which you will receive by Rosie at the end of your working day. You are unofficially employed here so if anybody ever asks you what you are doing in this house, you simply say that you help a fellow maid on a voluntary basis. Do you understand girl? I don't want any trouble with the local authorities." Lita blushed all over as she answered with another small curtsey, "Yes Ma'am, I understand Ma'am, I don't work here just help Rosie as a vol... sorry Ma'am I don't remember the word you just said?" "That's all right girl, the word is volunteer. I'm glad we understand each other." She looked at Rosie who still was standing at attention and turned back to Lita, "Rosie will explain everything to you and what your duties are going to be. We are a family of five, Mr. Ahmad and our three children who are all at school presently. They will be back at about 4.00 in the afternoon and you will have the chance to meet them all." She paused and was getting ready to go and then she turned back and looked at Lita again, "and something else Lita, there are things in this house that are 'haram', Rosie knows them all and she will tell you. You see we are a Muslim family and though we are not in Saudi Arabia we follow certain rules about food etc." Lita said, "Yes Ma'am, but I not know word 'haram', what it mean?" She looked at her in an amused look. "I can tell that you had never worked in a Muslim house or country before Lita, 'haram' is anything forbidden by our religion in Arabic." She paused and added, "The opposite of 'halal' which I'm certain you heard before, like 'halal meat' etc." Lita's eyes got brighter; of course she knew about halal food, she had eaten several times in Arabic restaurants. She simply said, "Yes. Ma'am I see shops selling halal food in East London when I go visit friends there." "Good girl, I knew you would understand," Mrs. Ahmad said and turning to Rosie, added, "I'm off Rosie; I have meetings to attend and friends to meet. I'll be back in the early afternoon before the children are back from school. Explain to Lita certain thinks and do put her to work. This is your chance to remove some of the work burden from your shoulders, make sure that you use it." She started heading back to the stairs but turned again as if she remembered something extra, "And girls could you please coordinate from now on your uniform dresses to be the same color? I see today a green maid and a blue maid, next time I expect to see two maids color coordinated. Is that clear girls?" "Yes, Ma'am," both Rosie and Lita said in unison but by that time Mrs. Ahmad was already going up the stairs to the main floor