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MAID IN OAXACA
PART 2 - MEXICO
CHAPTER 14
"We're flying to Mexico City in a week; I just booked the tickets w???
Delta Airlines," Pat said casually as I was serving her breakfast.
I nearly spilled the coffee I was pouring and looked at her alarmed.
"That's very sudden Madam. How Can I travel like this? I need to prepare,
look at me, I'm all woman now. I have to go back to be Chris again. I
have to talk to Theresa; I work there later today. How can? do all that
in a week?"
She did look at me with her usual slightly amused or ironical way; I
never could tell for sure those days what it was, and said, "Please do
slow down sweetie, don't get overexcited, it's not such a big thing, I
already spoke to Theresa. So, pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down
and I will explain everything."
As I sat down with a steaming mug in my hands, I realized that I had
spelt some coffee on my white apron. I was about to undo it and go and
change to a clean one, but she stopped me with her hand, "No need to do
that now, let me finish first because I have to rush to the University.
Tomorrow is the day that I submit my dissertation so there is lots to
do."
"Yes Madam," I said still looking at my apron in an annoyed way.
"Well, here is the plan," Pat started as she had another sip of her
coffee. "Let's start with the practical issues. You will of course travel
with your US passport as Chris Galliano so we have to try and resurrect
Chris."
"That will not be that easy," I said rather impertinently still looking
at my soiled apron.
"Stop looking at your damn apron and listen carefully Crissie, I don't
have all day," Pat said in an annoyed voice this time.
I could see she was under pressure with tomorrow's presentation of her
Thesis so I blushed and replied in a humbler manner this time, "I'm sorry
Madam, I am worried about the trip but I'm sure we can work it out."
"Of course we can. All you need is a few days in pants so you can get the
feeling of them back. It will be ladies' pants of course but that will do
the trick. You will be able to walk in a freer manner and longer strides
like men do but please don't overdo it, I want to see some femininity in
you, after all there are lots of effeminate men around and they are not
necessarily gay. And of course, we'll try and match your current face to
your passport photo."
"What about my boobs?" I asked innocently.
"Don't be silly Crissie, of course you will lose them for a few days,
Theresa will remove them today so you will come back with them in a bag,"
Pat said chuckling.
I felt sad when I heard that. Losing my breast forms after all those
weeks? I was feeling like a woman who was about to have mastectomy for
health reasons, a weird feeling I must say.
Pat saw my sad look because she added more sympathetically, "I know how
you feel sweetie, but it's only for a few days. The moment we land in
Mexico City you will be Crissie again within hours. I'll tell you more
about that and our plans in Mexico during our flight. We'll be both more
relaxed and will have plenty of time to chat." She looked at me
meaningfully and added, "And guess what, we're flying first class form
JFK to Mexico City international airport. We travel in luxury my Crissie,
we both deserve that."
"Wow! I feel very privileged Madam, I never travelled first class before
and you must have paid a bomb for those tickets."
"I certainly did and for a moment I thought of sending my maid back in
economy with the Hoi Polloi but then I decided that I wanted you next to
me as my partner; let's say that it is our honeymoon trip and I take my
wife abroad in luxury."
"Oh, you are such an angel Pat, you think of everything," I said as I got
up and gave her a hug.
She looked at her watch and had another sip of her coffee as she
continued talking, "Back to practical issues then. Because of Tony, you
will continue being the maid during the hours he's working, you can
insert your breast forms into your bra and go out shopping in uniform if
you have to, but after 3.00pm you will change to ladies' pants and a
plain top like a ladies' blouse and also wear flat shoes like trainers.
Ok so far?"
I nodded, then asked, "But how about my permanent makeup?" I could still
see traces of it though it was more than four weeks since I had it in
Theresa's salon."
"I thought of that too," Pat answered pleased with herself. "Theresa will
work on you today. She will remove your breast forms and then she will
wipe clean the remains of makeup; at this stage it is easy to do it
because it's already fading. Then she will wash and fix your hair in a
less feminine manner. It is long enough now and you will be able to pull
it back in a low ponytail like many guys do."
"You never stop to amaze me Pat. Your organizing skills are phenomenal
and your instructions always to the point. I don't try to flatter you but
you are born to be a leader and an organizer."
"Thank you sweetie, I'm glad you can recognize that. I'm in my element
this way and you are one of my by-products since I love organizing your
life as well and you seem to be happy about it."
She had another sip of coffee and stood up, "I better rush now or I'll be
late, lots to do today since tomorrow is the big day."
She turned and added in a chuckle, "And could you please take your nails'
kit out? I want my maid to give me a pedicure and manicure tonight, I
need to be pampered a bit before my big day tomorrow."
"Yes Madam, of course," I said getting the familiar stomach tinkling when
Pat was stirring my servant's genes.
Within minutes she was out and I rushed to my room to change my apron, I
was becoming obsessive about it. I replaced it with my Mexican blue
gingham pinafore that Conchita gave me and started my housework from the
master bedroom and bathroom; I had to change sheets and towels today.
My mind was running fast as I was doing my morning chores. I had to plan
my week as well, I had lots to do. I had to say my goodbyes to Theresa
and her girls, I had to visit one last time the sewing work shop, I
learned a lot there and I met some nice Mexican peasant girls. It
certainly was good for my Spanish which was improving daily. Even in
Theresa's salon the girls were talking Spanish to me and I developed an
ear for the Mexican expressions and accent.
I also had to say good bye to Tony the concierge who for a month now was
trying desperately to flirt with me until one day I said to his face that
I have no sexual interest in men and I prefer women. That shocked him but
then he looked meaningfully at me as if he was insinuating that I was in
a relationship with my Mistress. If he only knew! But we did stay good
friends and occasionally he was helping me to load my shopping in to the
service elevator.
Then I got worried again as I started thinking about the imminent trip to
Mexico in a week's time. How could I pull that through without being
publicly ridiculed?
The reassuring answer came to me; Pat was going to sort it out as always.
She was good at that; she wouldn't leave me alone to face it.
CHAPTER 15
We did our check in without any problems; on the contrary we got a
preferential treatment because of our first-class tickets. Our
substantial luggage went through, we got our boarding passes and we
started walking towards the passport control counters.
I was Chris again but a very effeminate looking Chris. Theresa did her
best and my long curly hair was kept back in a very plain looking
ponytail. But my eyebrows were thin and very feminine looking and for a
keen observer they were traces of makeup on my face. I was worried that
the passport control officers would make fun of me but Pat who was
holding my hand firmly told me that there was nothing to worry, even if
they could see my effeminate looks. It wouldn't have been politically
correct to make any comment since I had a valid US passport and I clearly
was matching my passport photo.
I was wearing from the skin out female clothes, that was Pat's little
joke on me, but at first glance they looked normal for a male. I had
female underwear, panties and a sport bra and then pants and a shirt that
in reality was a plain blouse because it was buttoning the female way,
right over left.
The passport control officer was a black woman who scrutinized me and
then looked at my passport photo. She looked at me again and with the
faintest of smiles said, "Your hair grew considerably since you took that
photo and your eyebrows look thinner. Enjoy your trip to Mexico Sir." And
she waved me in without any other comments.
Pat who followed had a beaming smile when she joined me minutes later.
"You see sweetie, no problem at all, she couldn't care less who you are,
provided that you were the passport bearer."
I let a sigh of relief as I said, "But she saw through me, she made that
comment about my long hair and thin eyebrows and gave me a knowing
smile."
She dismissed my remark with her hands as if saying, 'enough is enough'
and then she came and gave me a hug. "We're on our way my Crissie. New
adventures are ahead for us. You will have a very exciting time in Mexico
my 'accomplished muxe', I can't wait to see you in one of those wonderful
long multicolored skirts. You would like that wouldn't you sweetie?"
"Yes I would," I said sincerely as the new phase in my life was all of a
sudden unfolding in front of me. I was excited again as I left behind all
my passport inspection worries. 'Mexico we're coming' I said to myself
and turning to Pat I asked, "You know Pat, we're about to embark for a
major trip and I have no idea what is going to happen exactly. For
instance, how long are we going to stay? Are we going only to Oaxaca or
are we visiting other parts of Mexico as well? Are we going to spend some
time in Mexico City? Etc. etc...."
Pat squeezed my hand and said, "You are absolutely right to ask my
Crissie, but I've been inundated with my PhD presentation and my mind was
elsewhere. Now though that I'm through with it in a successful way I can
relax and concentrate more on you as my sweet partner and accomplished
muxe. So as soon as we board and settle in comfortably in our first-class
seats we can chat."
She loved to call me her 'accomplished muxe, she was obsessed with that
expression and I could tell she had a plan in her mind, a plan I knew
nothing about, a plan that would certainly evolve upon arrival to Mexico.
All I managed to say half-jokingly was, "I'm dying to find out about your
plans Se?ora Patricia."
She chuckled as she replied, "You better remember to call me that way
from now on because the moment we land in Mexico you cease to be my sweet
partner and you become my full time employee and maid so I will be for
you either Se?ora Patricia or simply Se?ora or Se?ora Torres when other
people are present."
"Wow, that sounds serious and a bit ominous," I said feeling worried and
excited at the same time. What sort of plans Pat had for me?
This time she happily laughed and looked at me with a sparkle in her
clever eyes, "Don't worry sweetie, there is nothing ominous in my plans
and as always you will have to endorse them. As I said from the very
beginning nothing happens without your full consent."
She continued, the sparkle in her eyes still there, "And don't worry, I'm
not thinking of selling you as a slave in Mexico, I need you as my slave!
All the usual excitement symptoms appeared suddenly, my submissive genes
were kicking again, "Oh Pat, you are so good in teasing and exciting me
at the same time."
"I wouldn't have said those things if they were not turning me on as
well," she answered meaningfully and added, "Come on, let's go and have a
nice cappuccino before we board. The coffee on the plane is usually
atrocious."
Within the hour we were comfortably seated in our very large and
luxurious seats sipping our well chilled champagne in elegant crystal
flutes when Pat finally started to open up to me telling what our Mexico
plans would be.
"As soon as we land and after we get our luggage your transformation
begins," Pat said.
"What do you mean my transformation begins? Where? Inside the airport
terminal?" I asked looking at her questioningly.
"Yes sweetie, inside the terminal," Pat chuckled and continued, "Theresa
happens to know the lady who runs the Airport beauty salon and contacted
her. She is willing to give you the makeover you need. You go in as you
are now in your androgynous clothes and looks and you come out in a dress
as Crissie my companion/maid."
"Thank God I packed a whole suitcase for Crissie. And then what? Are we
going somewhere in the City or we get another flight to Oaxaca?" I asked
wondering what other surprises are awaiting me in Mexico.
"I think we have to stay in the City for a few days so you can get the
feeling of Mexico. You are a city person anyway and you spent almost all
your life in New York so Mexico City will not be alien to you. Especially
because we're going to stay in an apartment block similar to the one I
rent in New York."
"You mean a high-rise apartment block with a concierge? Have you rented
one already? You certainly move fast Pat."
Se?ora Patricia to you Crissie, Pat said quietly, "You have to get used
to that. And to answer your question, my good grandfather took care of
that as well. He thought that I should have a 'pied-a-terre' in Mexico
City when visiting and so the apartment is part of the trust. Aren't we
lucky?"
"We certainly are Se?ora; and I'm lucky that my employer is rich and my
job is secured," I coyly answered.
She smiled back, her eyes sparkling, "That's my girl. I always will be
there for my Crissie. But back to our plans; after the beauty salon and
before we reach the apartment, we'll pay a visit to one of your preferred
shops. Can you guess what shop that will be?"
I knew the answer and of course Pat was playing the cat and mouse with
me. Blushing expectantly, I said, "A uniform shop probably?"
"Bingo, you guessed well sweetie. We'll visit 'casa de uniformes' in
downtown Mexico City.
"But I packed my uniforms Se?ora, you advised me to do so."
"Correct, but a maid never can have enough uniforms, in Mexico in
particular where can be hot and humid and you might need to change often
twice daily."
She was feeling elated and happy as she kept talking, "And anyway the
uniforms are slightly different here, the material is all cotton, '100%
algod?n' and usually checked or striped and the color is practically
never that boring dove grey or black that all US maids are obliged to
wear. You can find here pink, yellow, light-blue or lime green, very
cheerful colors."
"It must be similar to the apron Conchita gave me back in NY, I quite
liked that and I liked the feeling of the material, strong and soft at
the same time."
"That's right, that's the material I'm talking about and if you are a
good girl, I'll let you choose at the uniform shop."
"Of course I'll be a good girl for my Se?ora," I answered gingerly.
She looked please with my answer and added, "And to conclude our
immediate plans and movements we'll hopefully end at the apartment after
a long and tiring day and we'll collapse in bed trying to fight our
jetlag.
At that moment the flight attendant, a beautiful Latino looking girl
wearing a bright red apron on top of her dark blue uniform dress started
serving our main meal of the day. The serving was formal in porcelain
plates with proper cutlery. At that moment I looked adoringly at Pat
because I did enjoy the luxury of the first class something that I
normally couldn't afford even in my wildest dreams.
CHAPTER 16
As soon as we arrived at the airport beauty salon and Pat introduced
herself to the manager, a woman called Violetta, we were taken to a back
room where my breast forms were glued back to my chest. I instantly felt
the difference as my Crissie persona happily resurfaced. I was asked to
remove my androgynous outer clothes and was given a pink robe to wear,
not as pretty as Theresa's one and ushered to the front for my makeover.
This time I was more familiar with the procedure so I was quite relaxed
when the beauticians were working on me. And there was no English
speaking, only rapid Mexican/Spanish which was difficult for me to
follow. Fortunately, Pat stayed with me and watched the whole process and
she was acting as an interpreter when I wasn't able to understand.
They did the full works again, hair dyed once more jet black and curled
with very old-fashioned looking rollers, pedicure and manicure plus the
semi-permanent makeup.
When I looked at myself in the mirror several hours later, I was looking
back at Crissie again. But this time the makeup was more dramatic and the
hair longer and more feminine looking. My face looked even softer and the
thrilling effect on me was stronger.
Pat was watching me as I was admiring myself in the mirror and finally
said to me in English, "The transformation effect is amazing this time
honey, far superior to the New York one. Your face is softer and all the
sharp edge male features have gone. You look good, not glamorous, but you
look feminine enough. You nearly are above the muxe level."
"Gracias Se?ora Torres," I said in Spanish and then added in English,
"You flatter me Madam, but what you mean above the muxe level?"
"Well dear, the majority of muxes somehow always look like boys in drag
and they don't really mind it because they are accepted as such by the
local society. But you are getting better than that because your features
were soft and more feminine to start with. So, all I tell you is that you
are a more convincing female now and when in Oaxaca you will blend much
more easily with the girls there."
Blend with the girls there? I was now above the muxe level? I was
wondering what really and truly Pat had in mind.
I tried to say something but she spoke before I had the chance. "Now
sweetie, go to the back room and change, you will find the clothes you
have to wear on a chair there. Then we get a taxi and go to the uniform
shop. Hurry up now the shop will be closing in an hour or so."
"Si Se?ora," I said as I rushed to the back room. I was expecting to wear
clothes that I packed in New York but instead I found a summer dress
waiting for me. I picked it up and examined it. It looked like a house
summer frock with no sleeves. The material felt like cotton and was
printed fabric, a blue background with bright yellow sunflowers. It
looked clean and freshly ironed but is certainly wasn't new. I looked
more carefully and found small discoloration spots in the front. Who ever
was wearing it before was doing housework in it, a house frock perhaps? I
was puzzled as I put it on. It felt comfortable and not too tight and had
two front pockets. In one of them I found a thin belt of similar material
which I quickly tied around my waist. I instantly went and looked at the
mirror at the other end of the room. It definitely was a house frock and
I looked like a housewife. No elegance there, just practicality. This is
the way Pat wanted me to look?
I looked for shoes and I found by the chair a pair of open-toe wedge
sandals. I quickly put them on, exactly my size, and I went back to the
mirror. The shoes made me look slightly more feminine but still not
elegant. Peculiarly enough the whole look started to turn me on. I was
quite humble looking, like a maid on her day off?
And then it dawned on me, Pat already started to create my new persona,
my new image of a maid in Mexico, that was her idea right from the
beginning!
I was still turned on when I went back to the front and I was blushing
all over when I asked her half innocently, "Are those the clothes you
wanted me to wear Se?ora? The dress is used, it even has some
discolorations, and it is comfortable but very plain. And the shoes are
comfortable and easy to walk."
Her eyes were very intense and sparkling when she answered, I could tell
she was excited herself, "That's correct sweetie, those are your clothes
for your first day in Mexico, something simple and plain, something that
a poor maid could wear in her day out. I couldn't really take you to the
uniform shop dressed elegantly; then they might confuse you for the lady
and think that I'm the maid."
She chuckled with her joke and continued, "When we go to the shop stay
behind me and let me do the talking. Keep your head down and wait
patiently. I'll explain to them that we just arrived form US and your
Spanish is not very good, though you have a Mexican background, from your
father but you were born in the States and you spent all your life there
working as a domestic from a young age."
I couldn't help but smile with her story; she certainly had a vivid
imagination. "So, my Italian father becomes Mexican and I have been all
my life a poor working girl in the capitalist US?" I asked a hint of
irony in my voice. "Isn't that a bit farfetched Se?ora?"
She looked at me not knowing if she should be annoyed or amused with my
impertinence. She decided to take it lightly, "Come on honey, I know you
love playing that role as much as I like creating your new persona. We
are together in it, remember?"
I smiled back because I was still turned on by the whole story and said
as I looked down at my humble dress and shoes, "You are right of course,
I love being dragged down this path and I have faith on you that you will
protect me if something goes out of hand."
She replied her eyes still sparkling, "You bet I will honey, you bet I
will! You are fully under my protection now and you should never forget
that we are in a rough country."
Then looking at her watch added, "We better say our goodbyes now to
Violetta and her girls who took care of you. I'll leave a good tip to
them and then I'll call for a taxi."
During the taxi ride Pat helped me to tie a scarf around my hair; it was
big enough to partly cover my hair and when I looked at the small mirror
that she always carried in her bag I looked even more like a country
girl.
Pat chuckled happily and said, "You do look the part even more now, a
good Catholic Mexican girl, like someone who came from a poor village to
work in the big city."
"And you are my city Se?ora like in the film ROMA of Alfonso Cuar?n, we
watched a few months ago in New York, remember it?"
"Yes, you are right, I forgot about that, and Colonia Roma as you
remember is a neibourhood here in Mexico City."
And chuckling again she added, "And I'm certain that you were identifying
at the time with the indigenous little maid who was working for this
middle-class family, what was her name again? Ah yes, Cleo."
"Yes, I guess I was, I still remember her gingham apron, like the one
Conchita gave me. You know me too well by now to fully understand that."
At this point she squeezed my hand as she used to do when she was feeling
my anxiety and said, "I think we've arrived; I'll ask the taxi driver to
wait for us. He is reliable, Violetta uses him all the time for her
clients."
"Si Se?ora," I replied formally, getting ready to face the world as a
Mexican peasant girl about to become a maid in the big city.
The inscription in front was 'CASA DE UNIFORMES - EL GENERAL' and the
shop looked big. As soon as we entered, I understood why. The shop had
all kinds of uniforms from medical to building technicians' overalls. Pat
immediately asked for uniformes domesticas and the girl at the reception
sent us to the back of the shop.
I instantly spotted the dresses in pale colors and the matching aprons
and instinctively started walking towards them. Pat stopped me with her
hands and whispered to me, "I'll do the talking and the choosing,
remember, I'm the Mistress."
"Si Se?ora," I replied again, not being able to take my eyes from the
racks of dresses and aprons. I never saw before such a variety. Clearly
in this country the traditional uniforms were still very much in demand.
A young woman dressed in the shop uniform, a dark blue skirt and blouse
outfit with white piping around the collar and the short sleeves of the
blouse approached Pat and asked politely what we wanted.
I stayed a good two steps behind, eyes downcast as advised, but I heard
Pat's clear and educated Spanish, "I would like to buy for my maid here
six uniform dresses and matching aprons. I prefer pale colours and good
hardwearing material, preferably 100% cotton. I would also like to get
some plain caps and comfortable shoes. You can see her size; medium would
be probably ok." As she was talking, she looked sideways at me asking
silently if I was happy with her choices. I silently moved my head in
agreement.
"Certainly Madam," the saleswoman said respectfully seeing the
possibility of a large order, "We do have what you just asked, we are one
the biggest retailers in Mexico City and we supply lots of hotels and
houses with domestic uniforms all over the country. Let me show you."
She took us to the racks I had already spotted, one rack had dresses in
striped material the other in checked gingham.
The saleswoman picked a light blue striped dress and passed it to Pat.
"This is a very good quality dress, hard-wearing, 100% cotton and easy to
maintain, very comfortable for her daily chores. It is usually sold with
a matching large working apron of similar material for heavy housework
and a smaller white half apron for serving and attending to guests." She
said as she handed the dress to Pat for inspection.
Pat picked the dress and felt the material then she turned to me and said
in Spanish, "Crissie, come here and let me see that dress on you."
"Si Se?ora," I said as I approached dutifully.
She gave me the dress and asked me to hold it in front of me.
I did as I was told as the saleswoman added, "She can try it on Madam, it
is a medium size and I can see that it will fit well, probably slightly
large but after the first wash it will shrink a bit, it usually happens
with cotton material."
"That won't be necessary," Pat replied with another meaningful look at me
as I whispered to her in English, "I like both the striped and the
checked material; could we buy three of each kind please Madam?" Even in
my whispering mode I wasn't forgetting my place.
Pat whispered back, "Yes, sweetie, I can see that you love them," Then
turning to the saleswoman said, "Yes, I like the material and the size
seems good on her so I'll buy three striped and three checked ones in
medium size all in different colors please. I leave the choice of color
to my maid."
Then turning to me added in a commanding mode, "Crissie, could you go and
pick six dresses from the racks, three striped and three checked ones?
And then the kind lady here will complete the order with the matching
aprons."
Si Se?ora," I said again and moved eagerly to the racks. I quickly picked
three striped dresses in the standard colors for a domestic uniform,
pink, light blue and lime green and three checked ones in more daring and
brighter colors, red, yellow and lilac.
Within half an hour we completed our order and we were back in the taxi.
Except for the uniforms we also bought three pairs of simple sandals
similar to flipflops which the Spanish call chancletas and 3 simple white
caps that according to Pat I would wear only on demand when for instance
I would have to serve during more formal occasions.
Was I going to do that and under what conditions? I was asking myself but
I should better ask Pat, as the taxi started for our final destination
for the day, 'the Trust' apartment somewhere in downtown Mexico City.
As we were cruising around the city, my eyes started closing as Pat was
trying to make conversation with the taxi driver. The jetlag was coming
fast on me; that was a long day with enough excitement!
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