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MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO
By Monica Graz
PROLOGUE
Patricia Martinez Torres is a pretty and highly intelligent Mexican girl
in her mid twenties living in New York. Her father Diego Martinez Torres
is a high-ranking diplomat serving at the UN Mexican delegation. Her
mother Alicia Martinez Torres is 'old money'. She is the sole inheritor
of vast pieces of land and properties in the southern state of Oaxaca at
the vicinity of the town of Juchitan.
In the district of Juchitan is the land on the ancient Zapotec people
whose language and culture still thrive there. One of the many
distinguishing characteristics of Juchitan is its population of muxes
(pronounced moo-shays) which means women in Zatopecan dialect, clearly
influenced by the Spanish word mujer for woman.
But the muxes are not biological women, they are people who were born
biologically male and were encouraged to dress from an early age in
female clothes either because they manifested some inclination towards
that or because the family had too many sons and needed a substitute
daughter to take up female duties within the family, usually with the
blessings and the complete tolerance of the society.
Some have their breasts enhanced, others have nose jobs. Quite a number
of then are permanently dressed as females wearing the colorful dresses,
so popular within their culture. The majority of muxes start very young,
before their teens and are trained in womanly ways by family and
friends, taking their place in Zapotec cultural tradition that predates
the Spanish colonizers.
Patricia meets Chris Galliano a free-lancing translator in his late
twenties, who occasionally works in the UN's large Translation
Department, in one of the many receptions and other social functions she
has to attend because of her father's position. They instantly like each
other and a mutual attraction is developed between the two and soon they
become an item and make plans to move in together.
Chris is a small built rather shy person something that Patricia likes
and is attracted to. He is totally heterosexual and adores women. He
soon reveals to Patricia that he is an occasional cross dresser and he
enjoys dressing up now and then. He also reveals to her that he has a
strong desire to be a maidservant because he loves housework and he has
an inbuilt vocation to attend to the needs of other people.
Patricia is quite intrigued but not very surprised because growing up at
the state of Oaxaca she has come across many muxes who were and still
are an integral and accepted part of the local society.
PART 1 of the story is happening in New York and PART 2 in Mexico and in
particular in the southern state of Oaxaca
PART 1 - NEW YORK
CHAPTER 1
I've met Patricia or Pat as she liked to be called in one of the many
functions at the New York UN building and it was love at first sight.
Her father was serving as a diplomat at the UN Mexican delegation and I
was one of the many free-lancing translators at the UN building being
fluent in English Spanish and Italian.
Pat is finishing her Ph.D. at Columbia University in Social Anthropology
and her subject is quite intriguing as I was going to find out very
soon.
We started dating and we spent hours talking about anything imaginable.
We were both 'citizens of the world' as Pat called us from the very
beginning with multi-ethnic and multi-cultural backgrounds.
I had an Italian background from my father and an Irish ancestry from my
New York born and raised mother.
Pat on the other hand was Mexican from both parents but her father was a
direct descendant of Spanish nobility that colonised Mexico centuries
ago and her mother was coming from the southern province of Oaxaca where
her family had lots of land and properties. She had Spanish and
indigenous blood since her father married one of the local girls
belonging to the ancient Zapotec people.
We were already seeing each other for more than a month when the
unexpected happened. It was Friday night and we had a very nice meal at
an Italian restaurant accompanied by the house red wine, a rich Chianti.
We were both getting tipsy touching each other amorously when Pat, her
dark brown eyes quite sparkling, had suddenly said, "Let's go to your
place Chris, you told me you live alone so let's go and become more
intimate, I want you badly tonight."
I was completely taken by surprise because I was thinking to ask her to
my place but only after some planning and preparation of the apartment
and myself but tonight, I certainly wasn't prepared for that.
I tried to get out of it with various excuses but when I saw the hurt
look on her beautiful and expressive eyes, I gave in.
All I manage to say during the taxi ride to my place was, "Please Pat
try to be understanding with what you will witness in my apartment,
since one or two aspects of my character are a bit idiosyncratic and I
never had the chance to talk about them, though I had and still have the
intention to do so."
She appeared slightly puzzled and looked at me quizzically. I gave an
awkward smile at her and she smiled back saying, "I'm all in for
surprises Chris dear. For as long as you are not a serial killer or a
child molester, I can accept anything. We both are open-minded and
citizens of the world remember?"
I looked at her and smiling nervously said, "I couldn't agree more,"
thinking at the same time, 'let's see how open-minded you can be when
you discover that I wear panties and I have a closet full of various
female clothes'.
Because Pat was about to discover very soon that I was an occasional but
very committed cross-dresser!
The apartment was located in the Upper Manhattan not far from the UN
building and was all I could afford in that part of New York. A single
bedroom place with a comfortable open kitchen living space and a nicely
done bathroom was all I had.
The first thing that Pat noticed was how clean and tidy the apartment
was, "Nice place you've got here Chris, so tidy and clean" she said in
her slightly tipsy voice, "You must pay a bomb to a cleaning service for
that," she added meaningfully.
I blushed for the first time tonight as I answered hesitantly, "Actually
I do all the cleaning Pat, I love cleaning and you are right, it would
be above my means to be able to pay a cleaning service. It's not such a
big place after all."
"Wow, I'm impressed Chris," Pat said giggling and continued, "I probably
would need a person like you to keep me tidy, I am a very untidy and
messy person and my mother and our maid always tell me off. I would be
terribly embarrassed to show you my room at my parents; apartment here
in NY."
And then she added still giggling, "But let's set our priorities first;
any chance for a drink, some red wine perhaps?"
"Good idea, I think I have a good merlot somewhere in the kitchen. Go
and park at the sofa and I'll join you shortly." I said quickly trying
to change the subject but Pat being curious kept looking around.
She opened a tall cupboard next to the fridge that I used as some sort
of pantry and immediately noticed the two aprons hanging in the back of
the door. Here we go I thought with mixed feelings, now she will start
asking more questions.
"I love your aprons Chris. Are you wearing them when you clean or cook?"
she said looking at me mischievously.
Blushing again I answered in a more determined tone, "Yes, as a matter
of fact I do. The apron makes me feel more domesticated and more
inclined to do housework. It is a pleasant feeling for me Pat."
"She examined them more closely now, feeling the material and looking at
the design.
"I quite like them, they certainly have a feminine touch, I'm glad they
are not those ugly BBQ type aprons," she continued as she kept examining
the white one with increased interest.
"The white one is part of a maid's uniform, isn't it? I've seen it
before, my parents' maid has a similar one, it is matching her dove grey
dress," added, a cunning smile on her face.
My God, she is so observant, nothing can escape her attention. Should I
tell her that the matching grey dress is hanging in my closet and I love
wearing it when cleaning?
Probably not yet, a step at a time I thought as I answered cautiously,
"You are very observant Pat; yes, I bought this apron at a domestic
uniforms shop." I said and added trying to change the subject once more,
"Let me open this bottle so we can have a glass of red."
CHAPTER 2
"So, how serious are you Chris in exploring your feminine side?" Pat
asked as we were lying in bed, both wearing matching cotton nighties -
both mine of course -after hours of very intense love playing. "I know
you are not gay; you certainly have proved yourself tonight but I can
also tell that you love being a girl. Would you perceive yourself as a
transgender person, have you ever considered of going in transition
mode?"
She looked at me, her soft eyes smiling warmly as she continued talking,
"I'm sorry if I ask so many questions darling but I care a lot for you,
we are not very long together but I've developed very strong feelings
for you."
I looked back at her, my eyes in tears. She hasn't rejected me after
all! I fully confessed to her my cross-dressing tendencies, after she
saw in my closet all my female clothes and underwear, after she saw my
grey maid's dress. On the contrary she wanted to find out more about and
why I was like that, squeezing my hand as she was asking those
questions.
"Oh Pat, I am so relieved that you accepted my other side, my feminine
side. I have these tendencies since I remember myself; helping mother at
home and occasionally trying her clothes, fraternizing with the maid
when I was a teenager, buying whenever I had the chance and a bit of
money pieces of female clothing of all kinds, panties, bras, skirts,
blouses and the occasional apron."
Pat squeezed my hand even harder as I kept talking as if she wanted to
encourage me to let everything out, "You understood already that I'm not
gay, on the contrary I adore women and their world and of course I adore
female clothes of all kinds."
I stopped again to catch my breath and wipe my eyes. For the first time
in my life I was able to talk so openly about myself.
"I don't consider myself transgender and I certainly never had any
tendency to go all the way, operation and all that," I said with
conviction in my voice, "but I do love to cross dress. I feel totally
transformed when I wear a dress or a skirt and blouse outfit. I feel
that I cross an imaginary line and move to a different sphere. You must
have noticed already Pat that I'm not effeminate when I am in my boy
clothes but I feel that 'I become totally feminine' the moment I feel
the dress or the skirt caressing my legs and knees, it's absolutely
magic for me!"
I stopped there because I became quite emotional, I nearly had a sob as
I finished my last sentence.
"Relax honey, don't get so emotional. I love hearing your story. In
fact, I'm much more familiar than you could ever possibly imagine with
what you are describing. I came across lots of similar cases. My PhD is
very close to the subject of cross-dressing, masculine versus feminine,
gender orientations etc.," Pat said as I looked at her in total
surprise.
"I know you look surprised but my interest in you is real and genuine. I
liked you from the very beginning I set eyes on you, the night we first
met. Something about the way you walked and looked at people, the shy
polite approach when we first started talking, all that was definitely a
plus for me. I love men like you and I hate macho self boasting types."
Pat continued still holding my hand reassuringly.
"You should probably tell me more about your PhD research Pat, I'm
curious to find out what you are exactly researching; you made me very
intrigued now. And thank you for accepting my other side so graciously."
"All in good time Chris dear, we are both totally exhausted now and my
eyes are closing. Let's call it a night and tomorrow morning we can have
a leisure breakfast and I'll tell you all about my research." She
stopped briefly and giggled as if she thought of something then added,
"Probably you can make and serve breakfast wearing your maid's uniform,
wouldn't that be nice for you?"
A shock wave of excitement went through my body when I heard her last
words; was she asking me to wear my maid's uniform tomorrow? Wow! All I
managed to murmur in a cracked voice was, "I'd love to do that Pat; you
can't believe how happy you made me by suggesting that. Goodnight
darling."
We turned to a spoon like position, our bodies touching through the
delicate nighty material and soon we were fast asleep.
CHAPTER 3
I fell asleep thinking of tomorrow morning and what sort of breakfast I
could prepare for Pat. Probably I should run down the road to the
boutique bakery and buy some fresh croissants and a nice marmalade. I
remembered that I had eggs and bacon in the fridge; and I had coffee and
cream. The last think in my mind as I was drifting away was the grey
dress hanging in the closet.
At about 9.00 I sneaked out of bed, and run to the bathroom. I had a
quick shower and put some clothes on to go and get fresh provisions.
Back in the apartment I went quietly to the bedroom where Pat was fast
asleep. I picked what I needed and went to the bathroom to get changed.
I inserted my C breast forms to my bra and then I put on my grey maid's
dress. I buttoned it up and looked at the mirror. A boy in a dress was
looking back at me but I didn't mind that, this is what I was anyway, a
boy in a dress. I touched my lips with a pale lipstick and went back to
the kitchen to start breakfast. I put my white apron on making sure that
the bow was symmetrical in my back and started to fry the bacon. I was
certain that the smell of bacon and fresh coffee would wake up Pat.
I was humming in front the sink washing some cups as I suddenly felt
Pat's hands cupping my breast forms and murmuring to my ear, "Good
morning my sweet maid. Your breasts feel so real! You look adorable in
this dress and apron. Turn around so I can see you."
I blushed as I turned around wiping my hands in a tea towel. "Good
morning Pat, you certainly managed to startle me," I said in a higher
pitch voice something that was automatic for me when dressed in my
female clothes. "Take a seat, breakfast will be ready in a couple of
minutes, freshly squeezed orange juice, eggs and bacon, croissants in
the oven and some strong coffee in the plunger."
"Wow, you are spoiling me Chris and I'm really starving," Pat said half-
jokingly as she sat in one of my two chairs next to the kitchen table,
still wearing the nighty she borrowed from me last night. "I could get
used to this and then you will be sorry because I can be a demanding
employer."
She winked at me as she started sipping her orange juice. But I got a
new shock wave of excitement the way she was talking to me even if she
was partly joking. She already knew how to push my buttons.
"I'd love to be employed by you Miss, I would be a good maid for you," I
replied in the same half joking way but we both knew somehow that there
was an element of truth in all this.
"Now sweetie, let me look at you. You look good in that uniform, neat
and dapper like a proper maid should be. Of course, you have a boy's
face but your features are soft and you have a fine bone structure, your
hands are not big and your legs are superb, many women would kill for
those legs, and that touch of lipstick is just right."
"Thank you, Miss," I said with a sly smile, still blushing, and trying
to curtsey in a rather comical way as we both burst into laughter.
Then I added in a concerned cook's voice, "Come on, let's eat before
those eggs get stone cold," and I started serving.
We were in our second cup of coffee when I asked the question that I was
dying to ask since last night, "Now Pat, could you please tell me what
is the topic of your PhD, I'm very intrigued to find out."
Pat looked at me and said as if she hasn't heard my question, "Next time
you dress for me sweetie you should wear a wig and a nice maid's cap and
some makeup. That I think would complete the picture. And by the way
when you are dressed like this is there a name that you use? I know that
Chris can be male of female like Pat for that matter, but I'm certain
that you would prefer a definitely more feminine name, all cross-
dressers do to my knowledge."
"Blush, blush again as I replied hesitantly, "Yes Pat, I like the name
Cristina, spelled the Spanish way without the h and for short Crissie."
"I quite like that name," Pat said approvingly, "Very appropriate and
it's clever that you chose a name that can be used in both the Anglo and
the Latin American world. We have lots of Cristinas and Crissies in
Mexico."
"Now that I know your proper girl's name, I can answer your question
Crissie." Pat said smiling mischievously.
"Have you ever heard the word 'muxe' or 'muxes' in plural? It's
pronounced moo-shay," Pat continued as she was looking at me
questioningly.
"No, I never heard of that word and my Spanish is quite good as you
know."
"But because your Spanish is good you must know the word 'mujer' which
of course means woman."
"Of course, I know mujer I said smiling, I try to be one as we speak," I
added jokingly.
"So Muxe is mujer in the local dialect of the Zapotec people. Remember
when I told you the other day that my mother originates from the
province of Oaxaca in Southern Mexico. She was born and raised there in
the town of Juchitan and she is half Spanish and half indigenous
Zapotec. Her family owns vast pieces of land and property there and now
as the sole inheritor she is probably one of the richest in the area."
"That means that I date a rich girl," I said happily, "but I still can't
see what muxes have to do with your PhD or my TG tendencies."
"Let me finish Crissie dear," Pat replied rather bossily this time, "You
see muxes are not biological women, they are people who were born
biologically male and were encouraged to dress from an early age in
female clothes either because they manifested some inclination towards
that or because the family had too many sons and needed a substitute
daughter to take up female duties within the family, usually with the
blessings of the family, in particular the mother, and the complete
tolerance of the society."
I looked at her open mouthed. How come I never heard of that? "Wow Pat,
what a story; I'm completely fascinated by what I've just heard. I
always believed that Mexico is a completely macho society. This is one
of the reasons I never really wanted to visit your country."
"You are right of course about Mexico being a macho society and a very
dangerous one for that matter with all those drug cartels etc. But there
is that small part in the Oaxaca province in the south where muxes exist
and are accepted and in some cases venerated also, especially some old
ones." Pat said looking at me cunningly, and then added abruptly. "And
of course, I can see now that you are a muxe sweetie. I studied them
enough to know that you were born to be one yourself."
At that point I felt a bit worried and insulted, I had to ask her, "So
Pat have you been seeing me only as a study case for your PhD? Am I
really your Guiney pig?"
She looked at me horrified and jumped from her chair and rushed to give
me a long hug. "How on earth you could imagine such a thing my little
Crissie? I'm ever so happy that we found each other, you are my ideal
male specimen and you have so many qualities that I love and admire.
Yes, you are a potential muxe but that is exactly what I like in you and
that has nothing to do with my PhD. I think we are made for each other!"
"I'd like to believe that because I have similar feelings for you. It's
so surreal and yet so exciting that you accept me as Crissie," I
answered, still feeling her strong hands behind my back playing with the
straps of my bra and still hugging me.
"I have a confession to make as well since you were so open to me,
letting out all your secrets. I'm bisexual, that's why I feel so
comfortable with your girl side. I also like your eagerness and tendency
'to offer' and somehow to be 'of service'. Your eagerness to be a maid
is indicative of that. Other people would call you a submissive but
being an anthropologist, I try to avoid that term as is not politically
correct; I prefer to use the general term carer. That suits my
personality as well because I like to be at the receiving end of your
caring."
"I'm impressed," I said without the slightest trace of irony, "You
certainly are very knowledgeable on those issues, sexual,
anthropological, cultural, you name it."
"So, you understand now why I think of you as a muxe? But I can add
here that you are 'my muxe'. I want you to belong to me so I can mould
you my way with your full consent of course. I wouldn't even dream of
doing anything that you would oppose. Are you game for that my darling
Crissie?"
"I had-again- tears in my eyes as I answered, "Yes Pat, I'm your muxe,
and yes, I want to belong to you and it's true what you have just said,
we appear to be very compatible."
"That's what I like to hear. You are the sweetest and you are mine you
are my Crissie!" Pat said, her eyes sparkling. Then in an anticlimax
mode she added naturally, "Thank you for the super breakfast, it was the
best I had for some time. I am going to have a shower now, and you can
clean up here and do the dishes like a good maid."
As she finished her sentence, I felt another surge of excitement as I
received my first order as a maid!
She was heading towards the bathroom as she turned back and said, "Would
you mind if I borrow a pair of your panties, and do you have a spare
toothbrush? Next time I'll come more prepared to your place."
To be continued...
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