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The Conversation AKA No Good Deed
By Laura Anne Mason
NOTE: I'm a longtime reader, but this is my first story submission -
exploring how seemingly kind and charitable intentions could result in a
man being trapped in a servile female role... forever! It's a little
different than the norm, but hope you like it :)
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Diane dreaded the conversation she had to have, but she couldn't put it
off any longer. With her husband Jack out with friends, now was a
perfect time. So she walked out into the cool Autumn breeze and made the
short walk to the back of the garage to where their housekeeper's small
studio apartment was located. Preoccupied with working out what she
would say, she forgot to knock before opening the door. She immediately
regretted not doing so.
Even thought it was only seven, just an hour after Doris stopped
working, she was lounging in front of the TV with her housekeeping
uniform off. She jumped up surprisingly fast for such a hefty woman.
Diane watched as Doris quickly drew her dressing gown around herself and
cinched the silky sash. But it was too late.
Diane had already gotten a more than ample eyeful. Certainly, she had
seen the evidence that Doris was filling out. But seeing her in just a
panty girdle and longline bra came as a shock nevertheless. Her body was
so plump and matronly. So undeniably female. Like a cross between some
farm-fed grandma and a white trash fatso. Poor thing. Without the
support of that shapewear, her massive boobs probably hung down to her
rounded tummy.
While Doris was only a year older than her, she looked to be at least
ten to fifteen years her senior, largely because of the way she had let
herself go and packed on so many pounds, especilly in her chest and
hips. But the permed bouffant bob completed the granny image. Even
though Diane knew all about Doris's past, it was near impossible for her
to connect the frumpy elderly lady before her with the man to whom she
had once been married.
"I'm so sorry Doris, I should have knocked," she apologized.
Seeing Doris just nod with a blush so deep it showed through her heavy
make-up made Diane feel very guilty for barging in on her. She knew
Doris well enough that it was very obvious that the poor woman was
mortified at having been seen in just her old lady undies. Caught up in
feeling embarrassed for her, Diane missed whatever it was Doris had just
said in a soft, shaky voice.
"Pardon me, I didn't hear what you said," Diane said apologetically.
"I said you don't have to call me that when we're alone," Doris repeated
louder. "Actually Diane, I'd prefer you didn't."
"I hear what you're saying but honestly," Diane paused for a moment then
continued, "It's just too weird calling you 'Will' looking the way you
do. You look a lot more like a 'Doris.'
Diane watched Doris nod in silence, processing the statement.
"Besides, I really think it's best that we both stay in character all
the time so we don't slip up. I don't think either of us wants your
secret identity to be known."
"Secret identity," Doris chuckled sadly, "that makes me sound like
Superman or something."
"Mmmmm, more like Wonder Cleaning Woman," Diane quipped unthinkingly.
She immediately regretted saying it seeing the way Doris slumped
defeated by the unintentional cruelty of her witticism.
"Sorry Doris, I didn't mean that," Diane offered.
"I know," Doris replied in a sad soft voice that made her seem even more
like a beaten down old lady.
"So just to be on the safe side, I think it's best that we keep up
appearances. I stay in the habit of always calling you Doris and you
always address me as Mrs. Lang, OK?"
"Yes Mrs. Lang," Doris replied with downcast eyes.
Knowing the conversation she was about to have with Doris - needed to
have with Doris - Diane looked at her with fresh eyes. It was so easy to
forget that her past did not at all match up with her present. While
cooking or cleaning or doing any one of the myriad of servile duties
that kept the household running spic and span, Doris was always such a
whirlwind of activity. Diane had come to really rely on her, and ask
more and more of her. And Doris always accepted everything Diane asked
her to do without argument - not that she was really in any position to
argue. Jack no longer had to send his shirts to the cleaners to be
washed and pressed. Doris did it. Diane hadn't had to prepare a single
meal in over a year. Doris did all the cooking. And even though she had
Sundays off, she prepped meals beforehand that could simply be re-
heated. From grocery shopping to cleaning toilets and mending socks,
Doris did all the menial women's work that needed doing. And she did it
so well, that Diane had come to accept Doris completely for what she
appeared to be. Their elderly female housekeeper.
But now, for the first time in probably over a year, she wondered
guiltily what effect all of it had on her ex-husband. How much did
having to live 24/7 in the role of household servant change how she
thought of herself? Did having to constantly pretend to be an uneducated
older woman make her forget the fact that she was once a marketing
executive with an Ivy league education and a master's degree. If outward
appearance was a reflection of one's inner mental state, somewhere along
the line her ex-husband had gone from pretending to be Doris to actually
being Doris. Her prodigious bust and massive hips were no longer an
illusion created by padding, they were part of her.
Diane had only ever meant to help. Despite their divorce, she always
loved her ex-husband. So when he called her to tell her that the IRS
took away his house and the assets of his startup business for back
taxes... and that he had no money and nowhere to live and no one else to
turn to having lost all the money his family and friends had invested
due to his legal carelessness. Diane didn't want to see Will end up on
the streets. But she had no money of her own and she didn't think it
wise to ask her new husband for a loan to her ex-husband - a loan that
she knew from experience he most likely could not and would not ever be
able to pay back.
But she and Jack had just rebuilt the garage and added in a new home
office for him plus a small efficiency apartment for the live-in help
they were planning to hire. Diane didn't Jack would ever agree to Will
moving in, but... he expected that a housekeeper that Diane hadn't
gotten around to hiring would be moving in eventually. Had a
predilection for forced feminization porn and transvestism not been the
issue that ultimately ruined hers and Will's marriage, she never would
have suggested what she did.
She told him the only way she could offer a place for him to stay, would
be to pull off a Mrs. Doubtfire scenario. It would only be temporary,
just until he could figure a way to get back onto his feet.
Nevertheless, he had to pull it off convincingly. "Jack and the kids
can't ever know," Diane insisted. She never really expected that he
would accept her offer. To her surprise, Will was desperate enough that
he did.
Diane had enough money in her modest savings account that she could
afford to underwrite Will's hurried makeover. Realistic-looking padded
undergarments and a full works makeover was only about five hundred
dollars all in. And another five hundred was enough for a full wardrobe
at Salvation Army. "Oh my god, you look like a fatter version of your
mother," Diane exclaimed upon seeing the final result. Will was not too
pleased to admit that she was right.
The end result was startingly convincing. Only Will's mannerisms gave
him away. And Diane strongly encouraged him to work on that and his
voice, and be seen and speak as little as possible in the meantime.
But with each passing day, what was meant to be only a temporary
emergency measure became more and more permanent. The long hours of the
work Will had to do as the new housekeeper didn't leave him a lot of
time and energy to find a new job - a real job. Certainly having to
masquerade and pretend to be a frumpy old lady and a servant at that
probably didn't help boost his professional confidence any.
As the days stretched to weeks and the weeks stretched to months Will,
or now Doris, had to spend more time in close proximity to the family
and his own kids. But now Diane was so deeply involved in the deception,
she could never let the truth be known. So it was her who procured the
hormone pills and insisted that he start taking them, which he did -
reluctantly at first and then automatically.
Slowly over time his skin softened and his body thickened so that just
in time for Summer, Doris was able to wear her somewhat more revealing
warm weather clothing without anybody noticing she was anything but what
she appeared to be. And whether it was an effect of the hormones, lack
of caring or the fact that food was the only sensory pleasure available
to her, Doris gained so much fat - most of which went to her chest and
ass thanks to the hormones - that she eventually could do without her
prosthetic foam curves.
Now, for all intents and purposes, Will WAS Doris. After a half-hearted
soon abandoned job search, Diane didn't see that Doris was making any
effort whatsoever to change her situation. On the contrary, she just
became more and more.... Doris-like. Which is what was bringing Diane to
this new predicament.
"Doris?"
"Yes Mrs. Lang?"
"You and I need to have a little talk."
"Yes maam," Doris replied warily.
"So, I think we both assumed that Doris would only be a temporary
solution. But it's been almost three years now, and... well look at you.
Rather than get back on your feet and out, you've become a permanent
fixture in our household. Not that I'm complaining. I can't imagine ever
finding a better housekeeper than you. I hope you know that."
"Thank you Mrs. Lang."
"Of course Doris. You're a real gem and any family would be lucky to
have you working for them."
Doris gulped. For a brief Diane wondered if she had overhead Jack and
her talking and had a suspicion of what was coming. She quickly put that
thought out of her head. She had been exceptionally discreet, not
wanting to upset Doris in any way until it was absolutely necessary.
"Mrs. Lang?"
"Yes Doris?"
"What made you say any family would be lucky to have me?"
Diane sighed. For as slow witted as Doris pretended to be on a day in
and day out basis, she was very quick on the uptake.
"Well Doris, now that the kids are all off at college, Jack... Mr. Lang
and I are planning to put the house on the market and do a year-long
sailing trip around the world," Diane blurted out with a pained
expression.
She watched Doris' eyes go wide, and her clutch her hands to her
prodigious chest like a scared old lady.
"Wh-what about me?" Doris asked in a timid trembling voice, doing her
best to hold it together.
"Well you know I care about you a great deal... Jack and the kids do
too. You're like a part of the family Doris."
The irony of that statement was not lost on Diane as Doris was in fact
the kids' biological father, though they had absolutely no idea and
neither Diane nor Doris could ever let them know otherwise.
"So of course we considered you in making our plans. And I think I have
the perfect solution. You know my friend Michelle?"
"Yes of course Mrs. Lang," Doris replied. "I served you and her lunch
last week."
"Oh, that's right. Well I am not sure I ever discussed it in front of
you, but she is just recently divorced." Diane lowered her voice to a
conspiratorial whisper, "Her husband left her for his secretary and now
she has to raise four kids on her own and work a full-time job," Diane
explained.
"I see," Doris replied in a flat voice.
"Well she has been spending a fortune in babysitters and has told me
more than once that she wished she could find someone like you to look
after the house and kids. I already told her about Jack's and my plans
and that you might soon be available. She was positively thrilled."
Seeing Doris' blank stare unnerved Diane so she immediately filled the
void with words, speaking faster and faster.
"Michelle has a lovely in-law's apartment you'd live in, much bigger
than your apartment here. And her kids are absolutely adorable. Cody is
two, Kiley is four, and Sean and Paul - the twins - are both seven. So
you as you can imagine, Michelle has her hands full and can really use
your help. You remember how little kids are. So much energy. And they're
too young to be home alone without adult supervision. Oh, and she's
offered to pay more than you're making now so you can start saving more
money."
Diane watched Doris for a response, but her housekeeper seemed
absolutely frozen in place for an awkward moment that seemed to stretch
on forever... until Doris collapsed crying on the floor.
Diane felt her heart wrenched by guilt, and sympathy as Doris reacted to
the news.
Part of her wanted to get down on the floor, throw her arms around this
sobbing old woman and comfort her. After all, once upon what now seemed
a very long time ago, this woman had been the man she loved and married
and had been the father of her children. It pained her to see Doris so
distraught. But on the other hand, it was her own damn fault. All Diane
had ever tried to do was help. It was Doris's passive acceptance of her
new lot in life and her own lack of action to change it that put her
where she was right now. And Diane was not the kind of woman who
fraternized with the help.
"I know you probably don't think so now, but this is probably the best
thing for you," Diane said a bit coldly, already distancing herself from
her part in Doris' pain.
Doris remained on the floor, but her sobbing stopped. She seemed to be
listening.
"Honestly, you need to build a life for yourself Doris. On your own."
"What kind of life can I have like this?!" Doris countered loudly.
Surprised and dismayed by her housekeeper's uncharacteristic and
unwelcome flash of anger, Diane replied angrily, "That's totally up to
you. You can keep on pretending to yourself that this is just a
temporary way stop, or face the reality that this is who you are now and
make the best of it."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Doris said sarcastically.
"Doris!" Diane snapped back in unfiltered fury.
Doris looked like she was slapped in the face, but Diane's rebuke had
the desired response. Doris was put back in her place.
"Sorry Mrs. Lang," Doris said in what seemed to be a heartfelt apology.
"Let's just get the record straight dearie. You came to me begging for
help. And I did all I could do to help, did I not?
"Yes Mrs. Lang."
"I took you in when you had nowhere else to go?"
"Yes maam"
"Was I not putting my own marriage and family at risk to help you?"
Doris nodded, too full of shame to speak.
"Fact of the matter is Doris, you were a shitty husband and a complete
failure as a man. Luckily I was able to get out before you took me down
with you."
Diane glared imperiously down at Doris, her own rage rising. Doris
simply nodded with tears welling up anew.
"On the other hand, you're an amazing housekeeper. All my friends are
jealous I have you working for me. And on top of that, I have not gotten
the sense you have to pretend to be a woman. You ARE a woman! For
chrissakes, you've got so much potpourri in here, this place even smells
like my grandmother's apartment."
Diane just stood watching Doris still curled up on the floor.
"For god's sake, get up Doris. Now!" Diane commanded.
Doris dutifully obeyed and lifted her bulky form off the floor, not
without some difficulty as Diane watched with more than a little
disgust.
"Good. Now let's talk reality, dearie... As far as I can see, the odds
that you are going to be able to undo all this," Diane gestured towards
Doris, "and get back to who and what you once were are practically zero.
And there's no judgment there. I am just calling it how I see it."
"I understand Mrs. Lang," Doris replied in her meek housekeeper's voice.
"Anyways, I have been talking over your situation with Mr. Lang, and we
have decided, that in appreciation for all your hard work and
dedication, we'd like to help give you a fresh start."
"I don't understand Mrs. Lang."
"Of course not dear, you're just a housekeeper," Diane said digging in
the knife to vent her anger and frustration for having to have this
difficult conversation. "However, to be able to work outside our home...
to get a job anywhere really, you're going to need legal proof that you
are Doris. Social security number, driver's license, school records, all
of it."
"But how do I do that?" Doris asked dejectedly.
"I don't think that's something a simple housekeeper like you could do."
Diane paused for her words to painfully sink in. She still wasn't over
Doris' outburst.
"Fortunately for you, as usual, I've taken care of everything. I already
spoke to my friend Susan, she's a lawyer, and well... here."
Diane handed over an oversized manila envelope. Doris took it, obviously
curious, and emptied the contents into her hand. Then blanched.
"Doris Kowalcyzk?" Doris uttered numbly.
"Yes. I'm sorry we couldn't get the same last name you've been going by,
but I don't think anyone's ever heard or even asked about your last
name. Everyone only knows you as just Doris. By the way, that's a Polish
name and you are part Polish, aren't you?
"Yes," Doris replied.
"So perfect then, right?"
"I guess?" Doris replied unconvinced. After several more moments staring
at the documents in her hand, she spoke up, "Thank you Mrs. Lang. I
appreciate your efforts, but... I am not sure I can do this."
"Oh don't be silly Doris. I know you can. Besides, you didn't let me
finish. Mr. Lang has very graciously offered to pay for your surgery."
"Wh-what?!" Doris replied in a choked voice.
"Yes, your sexual reassignment surgery," Diane stated the obvious.
"Mr. Lang knows about me?" Doris asked incredulously.
"Of course sweetie."
"How long has he known?"
"Since the beginning dear. I don't keep secrets from my husband.
"But you said he couldn't know!"
"Well I really only said that because I knew you'd be too uncomfortable
to stay here if you knew he knew."
"What about the kids? Do they know too?" Doris asked getting near
hysterical.
"God no. They've got enough to work on in therapy as it is," Diane
replied unable to repress her mischievous smile.
Doris started dumbly again at the documents in her hand and then back up
at Diane.
"I don't know, this is like..."
"Inevitable"" Diane interjected cheekily and was met with a scowl from
Doris. It had not been Diane's intention to be mean to her poor
housekeeper. It just suddenly dawned on her that there remained a
reservoir of pent up resentment left over from her failed marriage.
Rather than go down that rabbit hole of examining the motives behind her
actions and often rigid treatment of Doris, she simply shrugged it off
and let the words flow how they may.
"Honestly Doris, look at it this way. This is already who you are and
all you will ever be. Just accept that and accept the exceptionally kind
offer Mr. Lang and I have made to help you tie up the last few dangling
loose ends," Diane smirked pleased with her witticism. "Oh, and there's
one more thing you should know before making your decision."
Diane didn't offer up anymore. She wanted Doris to have to ask, and
waited patiently for what was a long awkward silence.
"What's the one more thing I should know Mrs. Lang?"
"As far as the world is concerned, Will Dorsey has been missing for 3
years now. If he remains missing for just seven more years, I can
petition the court to have him legally declared dead. And since I have
been faithfully making life insurance payments for all these years, I
will collect two million dollars. I am willing to split that money four
ways between the kids and me and you."
Diane watched Doris's eyes grow wide.
"That's right. The kids will be able to pay off all their school debt
for the college education their deadbeat father couldn't afford to
provide them and still have a nice nest egg left over." Diane paused for
dramatic effect then added, "And you'll have a nice pile of money to
support you in your retirement Doris dear, which will leave you a lot
better off than you could ever hope to be otherwise."
Doris just stood numbly, processing.
"So you see Doris. Everyone, including you, will be much better off if
you give up any illusions you might have and just embrace who you really
are."
Doris made a sour face, finally forced to accept what seemed the
inevitable course of things.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" Diane pointedly asked.
"Th-thank you Mrs. Lang," Doris replied on the verge of fresh tears. "I
think I need to think about it, is that OK?"
"Oh sweety, you really are much better at scrubbing floors and cooking
than thinking, but you do whatever it is you need to do and let me
know," Diane offered, confident of what the answer would ultimately be.
***
6 Months Later
The barking of the golden retriever alerted the house to the mailman's
presence. Two ginger haired and freckled, virtually identical young boys
sped across the house in a race to reach the front door and the mailbox
first.
"Haha, I win!" the winner shouted triumphantly holding up the mail.
"No fair Paulie! You cheated!" yelled the other.
"Boys, boys... inside voices please," an elderly woman's voice could be
heard from the kitchen.
The matronly woman in the frumpy floral dress sauntered out of the
kitchen with a toddler on her hip, and wiping a soapy wet hand on her
apron.
"Paul please leave the mail in the basket., the woman instructed good
naturedly.
"Ooh! There's a postcard... for you!"
"For me?" the woman answered, surprised.
"Yes from... P-O-R-T-U-G..."
"Oh my heavens, all the way from Portugal," the woman clucked
appreciatively.
"Whattssit say?" the boys asked in near unison.
The woman lifted the readers from the chain around her neck and placed
them on and scanned the postcard quickly before deciding it was safe to
read out loud for her juvenile audience.
"Dear Doris - Right now we are staying in Portugal which is beyond
magical. Jack and I were wondering how you have been getting on but
Michelle messaged me on Facebook raving how amazing you are and how
great you are with the kids. She also mentioned you've started seeing
someone..."
"Were they hiding?" Sean asked earnestly.
"No stupid, that means they are getting married," Paul countered.
"Oh boys it doesn't mean either of those things... now let me finish...
I expect to hear all the dirt when we get back, or a wedding invitation.
Haha! Fondly, Diane and Jack."
"Who are they?"
"Oh, just the people I used to work for. Now who wants cookies?"
"Meeee!" the kids screamed in unison and Doris smiled shaking her head,
leading them like a mother hen to the kitchen.
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