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Dedicated to Xoffie. When I was twenty-eight years old, I was working as an assistant marketing specialist at the Moscow's office of a big western company. I was alone in the world, and had nothing to depend upon but my intellect, ability to work hard and a good reputation; but these were setting my feet in the road to an eventual career, and I was content with the prospect. I dedicated my days to work and study and never paid any attention to the political situation in the country or around the world; in fact, I wasn't' even watching any TV. The announcement that the company decided to close our office comes as a shock to me. "But why? Wasn't we doing great work for the company? The profit is record high!" I didn't like the answer. The profit was high, but it was outweighed by the risks. The company was afraid that the new strict sanctions can be applied and then penalties and reputations lost will be too high. The sudden stop of the daily routine threw me off, and I didn't know what to do. I would wake up early in the morning as usual and start to prepare for work only to remember that there is no work to go to. After a couple of weeks of doing nothing, I decided that it may be a blessing in disgust and I should try and pursue my dream of getting a business education in Europe. I applied for MBA program to one of a prestigious UK university. The admission comes surprisingly quickly, and I busied myself with preparation for relocation. My modest savings and the inheritance I received after my parents died in a car accident was just enough to pay for the first year tuition and tickets, and I was sure that my habit of working hard will help me to find a side job to support me financially. The excitement of moving abroad and being admitted to the university soon started to wear off. I ran out of money, and local companies were less than impressed with my resume. I tried to apply for most basic position only to receive 'overqualified' remark. The experience of true hunger is difficult to put in words, but I found it impossible to study or do anything else. It becomes absolutely necessary to find a job. Tired and hungry, I was dragging myself through the local city hoping to see 'help wanted' sign in some local establishment. I found myself in a fancy part of the town with restaurants, hotels, and expensive boutiques. The air becomes rich with scents of perfume and food. A passing child, towed by a young woman, tossed a luscious big pear minus one bite onto the pavement. I stopped, of course, and fastened my desiring eye on that treasure. My mouth watered for it, my stomach craved it. But every time I made a move to get it some passerby looked at me, and of course, I straightened up then, and tied to look indifferent, and pretended that I hadn't been thinking about the pear at all. This same thing kept happening and happening, and I couldn't get the pear. I was just getting desperate enough to brave all the shame and to seize it when a gentleman touched my shoulder, saying, "Follow me, please." I followed the man to a sumptuous hotel on the other part of the street, wondering if he will offer me a job. A couple of elderly gentlemen were sitting and waiting for me there. They had just finished their breakfast, and the sight of the remains of it almost overpowered me. I could hardly keep my wits together in the presence of that food, but as I was not asked to sample it, I had to bear my trouble as best I could. The gentlemen looked me up and down and asked me a lot of question. They asked me questions about myself, my personal life and even sexual preferences. I told them everything as it was and pretty soon they had my story. They seemed to be satisfied with my answers. I notice them looking at each other and nodding as coming to a silent agreement. Finally, they told me I would answer their purpose. I said I was sincerely glad, and asked what it was. "We will offer you a job. Normally we are considering only experienced candidates with good recommendations. But right now we are making an exception and offer you the position of the hotel maid," said one of the gentlemen. "Hotel maid?" "Yes, the hotel maid. To qualify for the job you will have to appear female, but we are willing to invest in all necessary surgical and cosmetic operations." I stood up to walk away, feeling hurt and insulted to be made the butt of what was apparently some kind of a practical joke. I regretted I didn't pick up the pear and eat it before all the world and felt less hungry instead of talking with two crazy. "Don't make a hasty decision, young men," said the second gentlemen with the air of authority. "Sure we owe you an explanation, but I can tell you right away that it will be foolish of you to not seize this opportunity." I hesitated for a moment before returning to the table. "Can I have something to eat, while you will be explaining, please?" I asked. A man dressed as an old-fashioned flunky was summoned, and I was served a full British breakfast. Well, how I did eat! and my opinion of those people changed with every bite I took. "You see, young man, I and my partner had been having a pretty heated argument a couple of days before and had ended by agreeing to decide it by a bet, which is our traditional way of settling everything," said the first gentlemen. "We were arguing about your generation and how the current cult of promiscuity and sexual perversions will affect you long terms." "In my opinion, a straight man will stay a straight man no matter what amount of perversions you will send his way," added second gentlemen. "And, as you probably guessed, I hold a different opinion than my partner. But I can assure that we mean no harm to you. We will offer you a contract with a good salary and all expenses covered. And I already checked with the medics, all the procedures to disguise you as women will be completely reversible and will not present any harm to your health. At the end of the contract, you will be offered a full recovery of your old look or any additional medical procedures you may require." "But why me?" "We wanted our man to be young, intelligent, straight, healthy, and desperately poor at the same time. Some of the people we already considered were not intelligent enough; many that were intelligent, but not healthy enough; many that were both, but not poor enough, or, if poor enough, were not straight. There was always a defect until you came along, but you filled the bill all around." "I thank you for your consideration and thank you for breakfast, but I have to deny your generous offer. Unfortunately, dressing up like a woman is not my kind of fun." "That exactly what we are looking for: a straight man who has no desire to dress up as a woman. You just confirmed our choice." "Still I'm not interested." "Are you afraid of the challenge?" "I'm not afraid." "Then maybe better opportunities are available for you?" "No, I wasn't able to find any job." "Then what is stopping you?" I swallowed hard. The perspective to solve all my financial problems was incredibly attractive but, at the same time, the necessity to go through surgical operations and then pretend to be a woman for a full year was putting me off. "My main motive to relocate here was to get an internationally recognized business degree. I'm not sure dressing up will help my purpose of building a career." "On the contrary, young man, if you will declare himself transsexual big companies will line up to employ you. Nowadays they all are looking for candidates who can bring so-called diversity." "Do you have any other objections to our offer?" I took a deep breath before answering. "Can I see the contract?" ***** Before I knew it was time for the operation. The night before I was ordered not to eat anything, shower with an antibacterial wash, and come to the clinic at 7:45 morning time. A taxi took me there, and a nurse becomes busy with me as soon as I arrived. Anesthesia, IV, surgical gown, and cap. The doctor came and started to mark me up. Previously he told me that my breast augmentation will be performed in two steps. Tear shaped silicone implants will be placed under my muscle tissue. After two or three months, depending on the healing process, the implants will be replaced with bigger ones. The previous week was spend in preparation for the operation. The doctor was checking my chest area. I was inquired about my medical history, and my blood was tested. I was told what to expect and received prescriptions for painkillers. And then it was the time. They started administering anesthesia and wheeled me into the operating room. I felt like I closed my eyes just for a short nap, but the very next moment I opened it, it was evening, and I had boobs. Next morning doctor checked my chest, announced that operation was a success and advised on wearing a special postsurgical bra for a week. I was to report back in one week time. A young woman was hired as my assistance and fitness trainer. Her name was Amelia, and she was fit, talkative and friendly. Amelia helped me to get back to my rented flat and refused to leave me although I tried to send her away saying that I'm alright. Soon I was happy she stayed. The first two days after the operation it was difficult to move my hands. I even had to ask Amelia to open a bottle of sparkling water for me. Amelia asked me a lot of question. She was considering to get implants as well, and she was interested to know all the details. At one point she asked me to show my breasts. Reluctantly I agreed. She helped me to remove my t-shirt. The postsurgical bra is fastened in the front, and she unfastens it gently. "Still a bit of swelling, but Alexandra it looks great on you!" said Amelia enthusiastically. "Why are you calling me Alexandra? It is Alexander." "Well ... I thought you will like it this way." "You think I'm transgender? I'm not, it is just a part of the contract they ..." "Please stop!" cried Amelia. "It is one of the conditions of my contract that we will not discuss your motives and contract!" I saw how agitated she becomes and felt sorry for her. I understood that this job was important for her. She was obviously promised good pay, and she was counting on it. "You think it looks good on me?" I asked just to break the awkward silence. "Yes, it is a good combination with your flat tummy. And we will start your exercise programme as soon as possible." Amelia put the warm palm of her hand on my stomach. "Yes, we will shape your tummy with some nice muscles. It will look terrific with your breasts and a belly button piercing. Will you follow my advice?" She looked at me with pleading eyes, and I nodded just to please her. ***** A week after the operation I started to move freely. The exercises were still out of the question, but Amelia makes me walk a lot. She brought me new clothes and helped me to dress up for our first walk. She said that I should not worry as clothes are unisex, but I doubted it. "Amelia, are you sure this jeans and sweater are unisex?" I asked checked myself in the mirror. "Maybe I can wear my old stuff?" "Alex, you can't hide the fact that you have tits. Just relax and follow my advice," she said confidently and started to brush my hair. Amelia asked me to sit down and opened her purse. "What are you doing?" I cried seeing her taking a red lipstick to my mouth. "Making you a bit more attractive." "But I don't want any makeup!" "Alex, look," she said taking my chin in her gentle hand. "It was your choice to go through this, isn't it? Nobody was forcing you. Now you can go outside looking like a guy with tits, or you can go out looking like a girl with tits. Your choice?" I turned my eyes away not willing to verbalize my choice, and she started to apply lipstick on my lips. Stepping outside of the house for the first time was a dreadful thing to do. I expected every passerby to laugh at me. I expected that children will be pointing fingers at me crying that there is a dude with boobs and makeup. I was nervous every time we come close to people. But in reality, nobody paid any attention to me. In fact, I noticed that Amelia's well-trained body captured all the attention and nobody looked twice at me. People who saw me probably assumed that Amelia chose 'Plain Jaine' as a girlfriend to enhance her beauty. When I managed to calm my nerves down and started to enjoy my first walk after the operation, Amelia stopped in front of a beauty salon. "Don't worry, they are expecting you and will not ask any questions." "But ..." I tried to argue. "No 'buts,' everything is prearranged. Just relax and follow me." She took my hand and urged me to go inside. Dark skinned woman with great looking curly hair was waiting for us inside. Amelia introduced her as Angela, and I was introduced as Alex. Angela invited me to a chair. "Don't worry sweetie, nobody will mistake you for a man when I'm done with you," she whispered and smiled to me reassuringly. Angela becomes busy with my hair. She studied my hair, rearranged it, turned it left and right, then did it again. "Short pixie cut should work," she announced her verdict finally. I never knew that it was possible to spend so much time with one's hair. Angela washed my hair, dried it, looked at it while holding a color chart against it, applied something smelly, washed again, dried again. At some point, I become tired of all the fuss. Angela tried to talk to me, but I wasn't keeping the conversation going and started to nap instead. "Rise and shine sweetheart," I heard Angela said and understood she was talking to me. "Let me know if you like it." I looked at the mirror. The image I saw made me gasp. It took me a conscious effort to start breathing again. The hair cut was short, but it was made in such a feminine style! My dirty blonde hair becomes honey blond and shiny. It was rearranged to be more in the front. My eyebrows were arched and dyed the same honey blond. I never knew that my face can look so feminine. I opened my mouth slightly with surprise, but it only adds to the picture. "I'll take it as yes," said Angela smiling. She proceeded to swipe my earlobes with alcohol and mark it. "Angela, what are you doing now?" "I will pierce your ears. You need some earrings with this hairstyle." "No, please, no piercing!" "But why? It will be painless I promise." But I felt like I need to protect what is left of my male identity. My lips were painted red, my hair was dyed honey blonde, and my breasts were going up with every breath, but I wanted to draw a line somewhere. "No piercings!" "Ok, darling, then we are done for today." ***** I was asked to report to the hotel in the afternoon. Miss Marple, the chief maid, was waiting for me here. With a severe look on her face, she looked me up and down and ordered to follow her. "This hotel was established more than 200 years ago, and our clients expect us to keep our traditions and values. You will be referred here as 'girl' or 'maid.' You are not allowed to talk to the customers unless they speak to you first. Keep a modest and humble look. If a customer is walking down the hall step aside and keep your head down." She opened a pantry and gestured me to step in. "You can use it as a dressing room. You will find your uniform inside; I expect you to be dressed in 15 minutes." Simple black dress with a name tag with the hotel logo and name Alexandra attached. A white apron, stockings, shoes with low hills and simple pearl earrings were waiting for me inside. I swallowed hard. It is one thing to know that you will have to wear a dress and yet another to have it right in front of you. With trepidation, I took it in my hands and felt its soft fabric of the foreign object that will declare me female to all the world. Hesitantly like diving into a pool of water without knowing if it's shallow or deep, I slipped the dress over my head. I pulled my hands into the sleeves and let the rest drop down over my body, adjusted the dress, and felt the hem against my legs for the very first time. When I finally come out, Miss Marple was furious. "What takes you so long, girl?" And stood there feeling ridiculous. I wondered how it possible to work in such uncomfortable clothes and shoes. "Such behavior and such look are simply not acceptable! Where are your earrings? Pearls are the part of the dress, you can't violate the dress code!" "But I can't wear earrings, my ears are not pierced," I said and then felt like I did something wrong. "... Miss Marple," I added. "Don't you dare to talk back to me like this, maid! If you will not behave and not follow my orders, I will ask for your contract to be terminated. They will let you go as it is and without any payments. Do you want me to do it?" I hid my eyes by looking down at my shoes. The possibility that they can terminate the contract and let me go without payment never occurred to me before. I had no idea what I was going to do without money and with breast implants. "No, Miss Marple, please don't do it. I will ... I will follow your orders." "This is better. I expect you tomorrow to be fully prepared. Your hands need to be manicured, you need to take good care of your hands before you will be allowed to touch our customer's belongings. Your legs shaved and your ears to be pierced. And watch your manners girl, keep your legs together when standing." I spent the rest of my shift cleaning china. *** Angela was happy to see me again. She asked me a lot of question and tried to cheer me up. "I told you, this haircut needs earrings!" Two loud clicks sounded out, and shiny studs appeared in my ears. My hands were manicured. Angels also massaged my hands and applied a lotion that made my hands look more soft and clean. She explained to me how I should take care of my nails and skin. "What it is with you?" asked Amelia when we walked home. I didn't answer but looked away. Something hot stood in my throat. Amelia looked at me and suddenly hugged me tightly pressing our breasts together. "What it is, tell me," she whispered into my ear. "I ... I need to ..." I tried to talk, but sobs started to escape my mouth, hot tears run down my cheeks for the very first time in years. And Amelia just holds me tight, waiting patiently for me to calm down. The presence of her body, the physical support she provided helped me. "I need to go to the university. I was thinking ... I thought I can wear a big sweater and wash away the makeup and everything will be normal... But now everybody will see ..." "Do you want me to go with you? We can go and see your principal if you like," she asked looking me in the eyes. Amelia was still holding me with her hands, her face was close, her big brown eyes looked directly into mine, and I felt intimacy. Not kind of sexual intimacy you feel with a girlfriend, but something a mother providing to a child. I smiled at her and nodded my head in agreement. ****** It turns out the university welcomed the announced. I was introduced to the transgender council and LGBT committee; I was complimented on my look and courage. They promised to check what medical and legal help I can be entitled. They encourage me to use a female name and report if I will receive any discrimination. "We will not let anyone say a bad word about you. And I mean it," said one of them. Seeing all these people being so positive and supportive made me feel fake inside. It is like receiving benefits you don't deserve. I felt like I'm letting down these kind people; how they will react to me coming back to masculinity? It makes me sad. I decided to at least play along to not hurt their feelings as long as I can. The following days become a routine. Amelia was coming early in the morning to help me to wake up and take me jogging. She was staying long enough afterward to help me with my makeup. I will go to the university later and will report to the hotel in the afternoon. I started to wear pearl earrings when in the hotel. I kept my head down and followed Miss Marple's orders as best as I could. Still, she was always not happy with me. Some of her remarks were humiliating, and she allowed me to do only most basic work saying that I'm not ready to clean the rooms. The rest of the days was felt with studying or exercising with Amelia. Together we were doing some basic stretching and aerobic exercises. Amelia prepared a whole program of activities and diet to keep my stomach flat. She also supported me with choosing the closes and makeup. ***** Days become weeks and weeks become months. Suddenly I received a call reminded me to come for a check-up to the clinic. The same doctor checked my breasts and announced that it perfectly healed and it's time to replace the implants with bigger ones. The operation was scheduled in a week time. Our relations with Amelia progressed with time. We become close to each other. It wasn't sexual, but rather like two close girlfriends. She knew all my intimate secrets but showed nothing but love and support. When I come back after visiting the clinic, she sensed immediately that something was off with me. I didn't hesitate to tell her my feelings. I was afraid of the bigger implants. I just managed to accept my small breasts, unisex closes and that everybody calls me Alexandra now. But to have big breasts? The perspective terrified me. "You know what? You think it is easy for a girl when her breasts start to grow? Not at all; in fact, I can perfectly understand your feelings. I was rather late with my breasts, but still, I was so uncomfortable with my first bra! "But then I noticed that some of the girls were taking it easy and even enjoyed the experience. I understood that the key is not to be afraid of the changes, but to embrace it. Let's pretend that you are a girl who's breasts are going to grow all of a sudden. You can't change the fact that you are going to be bigger, but you can change your attitude." She took my hands in hers before continuing. "You never let me take you out unless absolutely necessary. Stop being afraid, embrace the change and I promise you will find that there a lot of fun waiting for you. If you are stuck being a girl for the next nine months, why not try and enjoy the experience?" She stood up and pulled my hand to follow her. "Let's go and have some fun today!" ****** Everything was the same: taxi early in the morning, surgical gown, and cap, a nurse, attaching IV to my arm. But everything was also different because Amelia was keeping my hand all the time until the very last moment when they started to wheel me into the operating room. End even then, feeling as anesthesia is quickly taking hold of my body, I managed to look at her, and she smiled at me reassuringly. Like last time, I felt nothing and wake up when it was already evening. Something big and heavy was on my chest, and my skin was stretched to the limit making it uncomfortable even to make a deep breath. And this time my nose was also in a bandage and something wrong was with my lips. Someone was holding my hand. I turned my head to see Amelia napping in a chair still holding my hand. "Amelia," I called feeling how dry my mouth and throat was. She waked up with a start and smiled at me. "Alex! How are you?" "What with my face?" "No, don't talk. I will get you water to drink." I gulped water through a tube and repeated the question. "The didn't tell you? This time they also adjusted your nose and lips." "Adjusted?" "Well ... they make you look a bit better. But remember, don't worry everything is going to be just fine." ***** When the swelling goes down, it was a challenge to look at the mirror. My nose becomes smaller and my lips bigger. It was nerve-wracking to see my new female face. Amelia insisted that I should wear makeup and earrings all the time and it only added to the effect. I doubted that I will ever be able to get accustomed to seeing this face in the mirror. And my new breasts become a big distraction. Using a computer, eating food or just looking down it was always there, the constant reminder of my situation. Angella changed my style to long pixie haircut, insisted that I should have long eyelashes and recommended me to start to wear dangling earrings. "Listen, with your face type, and this haircut, long earrings is the must!" I didn't argue. The exercises once again become reduced to walking. But this time it was different. I noticed that thanks to my new breast size I started to capture more attention than Amelia. Getting out or visiting a shopping mall becomes a challenge once again. ***** I recovered after the operation and Amelia pushed me to have some fun and visit a nightclub. Reluctantly I agreed to go next Friday. As I didn't have something to wear, Amelia pushed me to go shopping. I ended up agreeing to wear a short dress that was 'good for narrow hips' and a silk corset that was supposed to help with my posture and was making my figure 'curvier.' Shoes with 3-inch heels and long dangling earrings were added. The Friday evening comes, and Amelia helped me to tighten the corset, and make my makeup a bit dramatic. The dress, the earrings, and the heels were added, and if I didn't know better, I would think I see a party girl in the mirror. Amelia introduced me to her friends Eva and Lydia while we waited in the line to come inside. I tried my best to look normal, smile and keep the conversation going but felt stiff inside. The club was loud and crowdy, and immediately I felt like I'm drawing a lot of attention, and it didn't help me to relax. I was drinking cocktails Amelia ordered for us and was thinking that I should stay for an hour just to be polite and then find an excuse and leave. "Teke it easy," Amelia said to me when her two friends left us to visit ladies' room. "They have no idea." "What?" "My friends, they have no idea about you. They think you are my new lover." "Lover?" "Yea, they know I'm bisexual. I break up with my boyfriend just recently, and then I started to spend a lot of time with you. So they assumed you are my new lover." "But you mean ... eghhh .... as a girl?" "Yea, they think you are my lesbian lover. But they don't mind, they both are bi." All of a sudden she comes closer to me took my head in her hands and kissed me on my lips. "You should know something, Alex. I found you attractive as a girl," she said breaking the kiss and winked at me. I didn't know what to make out of the fact that Amelia liked me as a girl and her friends thought that I'm a real girl. Maybe my male ego should felt wounded, but it remained silent. I looked around with new eyes, eyes of someone who is having fun and gulped my cocktail. I started to participate in the conversation with her friends and agreed to go to the dancefloor with them. I was learning how to dance as a child and still had an idea of how to follow a rhyme. I moved my body with the music syncing my legs and arms in a pattern, adding my hips and shoulders to it and finally adding the part I never had before - my big breasts. For the first time, I felt like I'm enjoying having it and didn't mind all the attention. I build my dance around my big breasts making a good show of it. Before long a guy tried to come close to me to dance together, but I waved him away and continued to enjoy the dance. Another guy needed to be waived out and another. Amelia comes to my rescue starting to dance close to me, we smiled at each other and then kissed just to tease all the guys. We come to the bar and sit there to take a break from dancing. Three expensive looking guys came to us and offered to buy our drinks, and we agreed. One of them, a tall guy who introduced himself as Jasper was slowly getting closer to me, stared at me all the time and was making awkward smiles. As soon as I finished my drink, another one appeared in my hand as by magic. I start to feel that I'm getting a bit drunk. "Alex, I think it's enough for today, let's go," said Amelia and pulled my hand, but I felt like doing something naughty. The way Jasper was drooling all over me made me feel flattered and annoyed at the same time. I gestured to him to come close as I wanted to say something. "I know your game, Jasper," I said as he came closer and tilted his head to listen to me. "You think you can buy me a drink or two, get me drunk and then get me to your bed. You are going to send me away in the morning and then be bragging to your friends how you were banging me all night long." I kissed him briefly on his lips. "Enjoy, it all you can get from me." And I walked away with Amelia laughing. "What have you told him?" asked Amelia. "He looked so funny after you kissed him!" ***** My work at the hotel become a routine. I didn't expect it but even wearing the dress didn't bother me anymore. It was just another kind of cloth. Miss Marple taught me how to clean rooms, and it wasn't an easy task. I keep my mind busy with all the small details remembering that Miss Marple can come and check me at any moment. The mirrors were the only challenge. I tried to avoid it, but it is difficult to clean a mirror and don't look at it at the same time. A big mirror would reveal a busty maid looking back at me. After the last operation, the breasts were seating quite high. The doctor said that with time they will go down and will look more natural, but at that moment it was looking like my breasts are trying to burst out of the dress. The hair became longer, and it covered my ears, but you still can see glimpses of the earrings in my earlobes. My Slavonic face was naturally more rounded, and with more softer features than British, but with the shorter nose and full puffy lips, they gave me it makes it looks very feminine. I tried to avoid looking at the mirrors as much as I can. Next day after the party was Saturday and I come to the hotel for an early shift. I was busy finishing a room when Miss Marple comes in a hurry. Maria another Maid was on the sick list, and they needed me on the top floor to help with cleaning executive rooms. "Don't let me down! Remember what I told you about manners and being humble!" cried Miss Marple looking agitated. The locks of the rooms were a bit old fashion, and there was no way to understand if the customer already left the room or he is still inside. There were a few awkward moments when I come to a room and found that the customer was still inside. Once a naked man was standing there, but it was looking like he wanted to be seen like this. Remembering the previous experiences, I knocked on the first door and waited patiently for any reaction. Hearing nothing, I knocked again and only then opened the door with the key card. The room looked neat. No socks on the floor. I took it as a good sign and walked in pulling the trolley with cleaning materials behind me. Our hotel wasn't cheap, and even the standard rooms looked impressive, but the executive room looked like it belongs to a palace. The size of the room, antique furnishing, paintings on the wall. But what grabbed my attention the most was a centuries-old full-length mirror. I didn't even try to fight the temptation and stopped in front of it immediately. The mirror wasn't crystal clean as modern mirrors are, but it only added to the effect. I imagined as years and years ago ladies were checking they old-fashioned clothes in front of it. I imagined that my simple black dress with white apron is replaced with a long lady dress back from the beginning of the last century. Amelia told me that if I stuck looking like a girl, then I should try and have fun with it. I took the bedspread and wrapped it around my shoulders like a long gown. I run my hands through my hair to make it looks bigger. "I'm ready for the ball, my sir, we will be dancing and drinking expensive champagne. Take me, I'm ready." "Gladly!" a male voice said behind me and jumped with a start. The bed was enormously big, and I didn't notice that a man was lying under the blanket and pillows. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive my intrusion!" I cried looking down and backing away. I was afraid the man will report the incident, and I will be in trouble with Miss Marple. I saw that the man stood up from the bed and I speeded up backing to the door still keeping my head down. Suddenly I felt the court trolley with my back, and I froze there not sure what to do next. The man crossed the distance quickly and stood right in front of me. From my point of view, I saw that he is wearing only briefs and that his legs and stomach are muscular and lean. "Please let me go, sir!" I said and heard that my voice tremble. "You are so different today, so humble." He said and lifted my chin. I gasped with recognition; it was Jasper from the nightclub. He turned my head left and right. "Nice earrings. But what about adding a necklace to it?" "I don't need anything from you!" I cried in anger pushing his hand away and turned to open the door. "Alexandra." "What?" I replied as sharp as I can. "The blanked." I threw it on the floor, opened the door, and pushed the trolley so forcefully that teacups inside it dinged loudly. ***** I said nothing to anyone about the incident, but I was afraid that Jasper will tell about the accident. Nothing happened this day, and Sunday Maria returned and took over the cleaning of the executive rooms. Monday came, and, after visiting the university, I reported to the hotel for a short shift in the afternoon. Ms. Marple announced that from now on a pearl necklace is part of the dress. I fastened the necklace around my neck feeling cold pearls against my skin and wondering if Jasper has anything to do with this. But I tried to forget about him and kept my mind busy with work. ***** Amelia started to behave strangely. She was silent most of the time which wasn't like her at all. And once I noticed that she is trying to hide tears from me. "What is it, Amelia?" I tried to ask, but she just looked away. "Look at me!" I sad turning to face her. "I'm your friend." That pushed her over the edge. She hugged me and started to cry. I hugged her back and did my best to help her to calm down. "I'm so sorry!" she managed to say between the sobs. "Sorry about what?" "For what I did to you!" "But you only helped me." Amelia cried again hugging me tightly, and then she started to speak. Words poured out of her like a waterfall. She told me about her family. It was a happy home with four children. She was the oldest child with two sisters and a baby brother. But one day her father lost his job. He took it hard and started to drink heavily. One year later he disappeared, and nobody knows where he is. Money becomes a problem. Her mother tried her best to keep the family afloat, but her health becomes ruined. Now she was ill most of the time. Amelia was working as a fitness instructor and tried to help, but it wasn't enough. She hated the idea that her siblings will be separated, and she tried to find a job to support the family. Two old gentlemen approached her with an offer. They said that there is a young man who will be disguised as a woman. Her job was to help him to adjust to the role. She agreed. Amelia took a deep breath and stepped back before continuing. The payment was good, but still not enough to solve her family problem. But then one of the gentlemen approached her alone. His name was Mr. Bennet, and he offered additional payment if she will help him to win the bet. He asked her to push me into the role as much as possible and add a large number of estrogen hormones into my food. Amelia stood there trembling, not dare to look up at me. But I stepped closer and took her hand. "You're not mad at me?" she asked. "Of course I'm mad at you, you should've told me long ago. But I can understand your motives. What I can't understand is how this folk is using us as pawns in their sick little game. We should find a way to pay back." ***** The university asked to prepare analyses of a company. I decided that since I was already working for the hotel, I may as well ask them to help me with my homework and let me do the analysis. I asked Miss Marple, and she agreed to talk to the manager. The answer was yes; I was allowed to interview the manager, the accounter and see some of the financial results. Together with Amelia, we spend the whole evening buying new business- like clothes for me. "Amelia, are you sure such low neckline is ok? My breasts are so exposed!" "But it looks good on you." "But I want to look professional, not slutty!" "You are not slutty; you are professional and sexy." "Are you sure?" Amelia took me by my shoulder and turned to face the mirror. "What would you say if a girl looking like this one asked you to do a favor just a few months ago." I checked my reflection from head to toes, and my lips separated for an involuntary smile. "I would have done whatever she asked." "Then you are ready." ***** I was talking to our hotel manager asking him about the hotel's strategy and marketing when someone entered the room. "You have an excellent opportunity to ask this questions to our development director Mr. Bennet. He is visiting us this week." I turned to see Jasper looking back at me. "Alexandra?" "Jasper?" "You two know each other?" "A little bit." Answered Jasper with a smile. I sat there feeling awkward. Seeing Jasper, and how he was staring at my cleavage with his ridiculous smile made me feel like running away and slamming the door behind me. The manager sensed that something was off and explained my presence. He said that I'm studying at university and this is my project to analyze the hotel as a company. "Very good," said Jasper. "You saw our financial results, what you think about it?" "It is good. Stable turnover and good margin. The hotel's results are affected by seasonality, but that can be addressed by correcting marketing approach," I said trying to sound professional. "Right, this hotel is bringing good profit, but comparing to our other hotels the Net Result is not so good. In fact, it is going down the second year already. What do you think about it?" "I have no opinion about it, but I would start by analyzing the SG&A." "Please provide Alexandra unrestricted access to our books," said Jasper to the manager, and then added to me "I want you to try and find the reason for Net Profit decrease. It will be your job instead of cleaning this week." ***** At first, I thought that it will be an impossible task for me. I felt like: "I can't possibly find something that was overlooked by a professional accounter, or can I?" I spent a few hours checking the figures one after another. While the number of customers remained the same, the cost was growing steadily, and the margin was going down. Something was off, but it wasn't possible to find the reason by just looking at the figures. The next day I come to the hotel early in the morning, put on my maid's uniform and go through the hotel. An elderly Japanese couple comes out of a room. They smiled at me and walked downstairs. The old man dropped the keycard, and I followed them. It was a bit awkward to step outside dressed as a maid. I stopped the couple and gave them the card. "But were you are going so early?" I asked the couple after they thanked me for returning the key. "We are going to have breakfast." "But why not in the hotel?" The couple explained that they liked it more outside. I pretended that a window close to the main entrance needed to be cleaned and stood there watching as our customers were going out in the same direction as the Japanese couple. As my next step, I took my court trolley and wheeled it to the supply room in the basement. An old lady was in charge of the supply, and she seemed to take great pride in her work. Everything was orderly and in place. I checked one shelf after another and found that there was plenty of everything. In fact, I wasn't able to see a single half-empty shelf. I resupplied my trolley and walked outside. I changed back to my street clothes and walked in the same direction our customer took in the morning. Right behind the corner, there was plenty of small establishments, and I saw our customers eating they breakfast there. I come inside, ordered coffee and started to write my paper. I've got all the information I needed, and I knew my report will be a good one. ***** I gave my printed report to Jasper with a sense of pride, and I saw his eyebrows rising as he read it. I knew I did a good job and I liked it. But, now when it was over, I also felt sad for some reason. Jasper started to make remarks, but I didn't feel like talking. "So, our customers like our hotel for location and the authentic look, but they don't eat inside and not ordering additional services." I nodded instead of answering and look down. I knew that Jasper is the son of Mr. Bennet and I was going to pay him back for the tricks he was playing with me, and not help with his hotel business. "And purchasing is not placing bulk orders, and not pressing the suppliers for discounts." He read through the rest of the report making exclamation like "Good idea," and "Excellent!" But I stood up and turned to the door. "Where are you going?" "I think it is time for me to report to Miss Marple." "Miss Marple can wait. I would like to offer you a promotion." "Thank you, but I'm not interested," I answered feeling like I don't want to do anything with this Bennet family. All I wanted is to lose myself in the simple job of cleaning and just wait for the time to pass. ***** "I would like to make Mr. Bennet pay for his tricks, but so far I only helped his business," I complained to Amelia as she was stroking my hair. "The worst part is how his son is drooling all over me. He even asked me to go out twice already." "But does he knows about you?" "Of course not; he is handsome." "He is handsome?" "I mean ... why would he want to go out with me? With his money and look he can easily find a real girl." I stopped talking and felt a bit awkward; I wondered if it was ok for me to call him handsome. "But you think his father didn't tell hem about you and the bet?" "Seems to be this way." "And you say he is drooling all over you?" "Yes, it is kind of obvious." "You can make a nice joke about it." "What do you mean?" "Just play along. Let Jasper fall in love with you. Can you imagine what a joke it is going to be when Mr. Bennet realizes that his son is in love with you." I looked at Amelia, and my mouth opened involuntarily. "You are serious, don't you?" "Of course I'm serious! It will be so much fun! But insist on having a double date, I would like to see it, and don't mind dating someone with money." "I don't know. Playing along, pretending that I liked him, touching his body, kissing him?" "You said he is handsome. You may like it. And I promise it will be a lot of fun!" ***** I knew that Jasper was going to stay in the town for a few days and then he will go away to another part of the country to attend another business with his father. The time was limited, and so, I started to act. Our first night out was a double date. Jasper took one of his friends, and I come with Amelia. We ate in a fancy restaurant, and Amelia was having a lot of fun, talking and laughing a lot. More than once she touched me under the table encouraging me to play along. I tried to relax but felt a bit stiff. After the restaurant, we went outside and mixed with the tourist crowd. It was Friday, and there were a lot of people. At some point, we lost Amelia and Jasper's friend in the crowd, but I got the impression it was intentional. Some street artists were performing for the crowd, and I stood to watch. I started to feel cold in my dress and the light jacket as I wasn't planning to spend so much time outside. I was getting cold, but I still wanted to see the performance. I was always busy working and studying, I didn't even know that they do such things on the street. Suddenly something warm wrapped around me. Jasper took off his warm jacket and wrapped it around me. I looked at him, and he smiled at me, and this time I smiled back at him. I watched the performance, but I was distracted by the warmth of his jacket. Jasper stepped close to me and wrapped his hands around my middle. I was planning to push him away if he does something like this, but I leaned against his firm body instead. We spent a lot of time together this evening. He was keeping my hand, and I followed him listening to his stories. He was growing up in this town, and he was telling what it was when he was a small boy. He imitated accent of the old folk and that made me laugh. I felt that he wanted to kiss me, but I pushed him a bit away too afraid to cross this line. And when times come for me to go home, I simply thanked him for the evening and walked away only to realize that I'm still wearing his jacket. I run back, gave him the jacket, tiptoed and, before I was able to understand what I was doing, kissed him passionately on the lips. ***** I opened the attic that was serving as my dressing room and come inside to change into my maid uniform. Suddenly I realized that I'm looking at a massive bouquet of red roses. I gasped and took it in my hands. My first flowers! I never knew how much it can mean to a girl. I stood there inhaling the smell, smiling and crying at the same time. I was smiling because I was happy to have it, and I was crying because I thought I didn't deserve it. A handwriting note thanked me for the evening and invited to go out again. ***** The last evening comes, and I felt sad. Amelia's plan worked alright, I made him fall in love with me. But the joke was on me too. It was our last evening, and I knew that already next morning Jasper was going to drive away and see his father. He will know that I'm not a real girl and he will hate me. I felt like crying the whole evening. "Alexandra, what it is with you today, you look so sad?" "You will go away, and it will be over." "What makes you think so? I will be back!" Of course, I didn't want to say the real reason for my sadness, so I just look down. We walked outside again, and he was keeping my hand, and we kissed, and it felts so good, and I was smiling and fighting back the tears knowing that it is the last time. "I need to tell you something important," I said when collected enough courage. "Let's go to my house, I will make you hot tea," he said and pulled my hand, and I didn't have enough will power to stop him. Once inside we kissed passionately, and he touched my breasts, and I felt as all his body trembled with desire. "Wait!" I cried trying to push him away. "I need to tell you something!" He stepped aside immediately. He was breathing hard, and I touched his muscular chest with my hand. I felt his desire and the power I have over him. He wanted nothing else, but to press his body into mine, but I pushed him aside, and he obeyed me immediately. I felt his desire, his passion. I took my hand down and felt his strong erection. Without thinking, I started to unfasten his belt, and l get down on my knees in front of him. "You ... don't ... have to do it," he said, but even his voice trembled with desire, and I wanted nothing else, but to feel him deep inside of me; to feel his orgasm. ***** It didn't take him long. And he needed to sit down to not fell on the floor when the orgasm hit him. And I didn't feel any regret or remorse for what I did. In fact, I felt proud that `i was able to give him such orgasm. But then he asked, "You was going to tell me something?" and I felt like I was back on earth. The reality of what just happened hit me. Sure Jasper was going to hate me even more now. I run away quickly before he was able to follow me. He tried to call me, but I blocked his number. I cried myself to sleep this night. ***** Jasper was gone, and I tried to lose myself in work, and not to think about him. When I was working in the hotel, I put all my energy into the cleaning. I was doing it so hard even Miss Marple complimented my work. And after a hard night of cleaning, I would come home feeling too tired to think of anything including Jasper. But then I saw the bouquet and cried hard. I wondered what is going to happen when he returns? What he is going to do? I thought that it will be best if I wouldn't see him at all. ***** The week was gone, and I was trying to sneak into the hotel as quietly as possible. Hoping I just can avoid seeing him. A few days passed, and I started to calm down thinking that Jasper probably doesn't want to see me as well. Saturday, I come to the hotel for an early shift. I changed into my uniform and added pearl earrings and necklace. Miss Marple ordered me to start cleaning with a room on the second floor. I came inside and wheeled the trolley behind me. Strangely the room looked perfectly clean. Only the bedspread wasn't in order. I took it out and saw a small wooden box lying on the bed. I opened it to find a handwritten note asking, "Would you marry me?" Someone walked into the room, and I saw Jasper wearing a tuxedo coming inside taking a knee in front of me and offered me a beautiful ring. I took the ring hypnotized by a big diamond. "Should I take it as yes, my Lady?" asked Jasper in an official voice. And I felt as hot tears roll down my checks. "But I can't ... I'm not..." I choked with sobs, not able to continue. "I know." "You know?" "Yes, from the day I saw you in the hotel." "You know about the bet?" "Yes. Please don't be mad at my father, he is gay." "Gay? But you are ..." "He is a good man, he adopted me when I was six." "But you know about me and ... you still ..." "I love you Alexandra, and I want to be with you."