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MAID IN OAXACA - PART 6 (MEXICO-2) By Monica Graz A synopsis of the previous 4 parts in New York City and part 5 in Mexico City all published in Fictionmania in June and July 2019: In the first four parts our story is unravelling in New York City. Chris Galiano a native New Yorker and translator at UN meets Pat (Patricia Martinez-Torres) a rich Mexican student and they become an item. Chris reveals his cross dressing and maid tendencies and his transformation begins with Pat's blessings. They get married and move together to an apartment. Chris who is called Crissie now (short for Cristina as it is spelled in Spanish) has a full makeover and takes the responsibilities of a wife and maid. Pat who is a PhD student at Columbia University finishes her dissertation and announces to Crissie that they will travel to Mexico, her home land, for an 'unusual and eccentric homeymoon'. In part 5 (Mexico-1) they arrive in Mexico City where a new phase starts for Crissie who has to appear as the full-time maid/companion of Se?ora Patricia Torres a descendant of a rich and aristocratic family based on the southern Mexican state of Oaxaca. The story will continue and finish in two more parts, Part 6 (Mexico-2) and Part 7 (Mexico-3) PART 6 (Mexico-2) CHAPTER 17 I woke up completely disoriented and panicking. Where was I? Was I in some sort of prison cell? And then I started gradually remembering. This is Se?ora Torres' apartment in Mexico City and I was sleeping in the maid's room which was tiny, like a prison cell. Even the high window had bars in it! I looked at my small wrist watch, it was 6.30am and I could stay in bed a bit longer, since my Se?ora asked for her breakfast to be served at 8.00 o'clock. I bitterly smiled when I realised that I gradually had stopped thinking of Pat as my partner. She was Se?ora Patricia or Se?ora Torres for me now. I certainly was adapting fast to the new reality of my life in Mexico, in particular after the chat we had last night, where she had urged me to do so and think of her as my Mistress and employer. The difference of course was that she went to sleep in a king size bed at a very comfortable bedroom and I came to this tiny room in a bed that looked like a child's bed since my feet were slightly hanging out. Then I chuckled as I thought that the average Mexican girl who would come to work in the big city as a maid, would be considerably smaller than me. I got up and went to an adjoining tiny WC where there was a toilet and a tiny wash basin. I rinsed my face in cold water. That was the only sanitary facility I was allowed to use as a maid. There was no shower available and when I asked Se?ora Torres, she said that it was a common knowledge that the maids in Mexico usually had to wash their body in parts in front of a small basin with cold water. When she saw my expression she laughed and added, "Well sweetie, I'll make a concession for you since you come from US and you are used to better facilities. You will be able to have a proper shower in my bathroom when you will come to clean it." I was fully awake now and I quickly dressed in one of my new uniform dresses and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. She joined me at 8.00o'clock, had something to nibble and then picked her cup of coffee and moved to the living room in front of her laptop. As she was going, asked me to get on with my chores and clean thoroughly the apartment It was several hours later when I heard her voice from the lounge. "Have you finished at the kitchen Crissie?" She was addressing me in Spanish, the language we were communicating since we landed in Mexico City. She was sitting in front of her laptop since this morning sending mails and messages, trying to catch up with her Mexican friends and family as she told me earlier. "Nearly Se?ora Patricia, I need a few more minutes, I need to wipe the counter tops," I replied in my slow and careful Spanish, as I was looking at the kitchen clock. It was already noon and I was working solidly for more than three hours trying to bring the apartment to a certain level of cleanliness. "Good girl; when you finish, make some coffee and a couple of sandwiches please and come and sit with me, so we can chat." "Si Se?ora," I answered as my adrenaline started to rise. Probably this time my Mistress would explain what happens next and when we'll be going to Oaxaca. Ten minutes later I joined her carrying a tray with the sandwiches and a pot of fresh coffee. My new uniform dress was covered by the pinafore I loved most, the gingham apron/tabard. We were both hungry and we devoured our sandwiches without too much talking. We were in our second cup of coffee when she finally started talking to me. She chuckled as she gave me one of her intense looks. "Probably I should start calling you Cleo, you look more and more like the indigenous maid in the film 'ROMA' of Alfonso Cuar?n. And you can take it as a compliment." I instantly blushed, from embarrassment or pleasure, I wasn't sure but I simply said, "Gracias Se?ora, I do take it as a compliment, you know how much I identified with her when we were watching the film, but I prefer my name Crissie." "Of course you do; Cristina/Crissie is a lovely name for a good catholic girl like you," she said laughing good-heartily. I looked at her puzzled. "Why you insist on my Catholic persuasion Se?ora? You very well know that I'm not particularly religious." "Ah, but this is the whole point Crissie dear. During the next few days and before we fly to Oaxaca I'll try and mould you to something even more real in your newfound femininity. And this is what I want to talk to you about." "I understand Se?ora, or at least I try to understand. I still know very little of your plans." I chuckled and added, "One thing that I just found out though is that we fly to Oaxaca in a week." "Providing that you will be ready for that sweetie. Otherwise we might have to reconsider. It all depends on you and how good you are going to be in what I have in mind." "Please Se?ora do tell me what you have in mind. You've made me very intrigued now." "Then listen carefully and please do not interrupt. Questions at the end." "Si Se?ora Patricia," I said being all ears now. "We did go a long way my Crissie since that day we met in New York," Pat started as she kept looking at me with her clever scrutinising eyes. She squeezed my hand as she continued, "Look at you now, you seem so comfortable and relaxed as you sit opposite me wearing so naturally your uniform. You are the picture of domestic bliss." I tried to say something but she stopped me with her hand "Not talking please until I tell you so." "Si Se?ora," I murmured as she continued, "But I want more from you and I know you can do it because it comes naturally to you." "How you mean?" I tried to say but she stopped me with her hand again. "During our stay in Mexico City I want you to be more immersed in your new role as a half Mexican girl who comes to her father's home country and tries to embrace the culture. You are a girl of poor background so you arrive in this country as my maid/companion but you still want to find out more about the country where your father was born and raised before he decided to migrate to US for a better future." I had questions to ask but I kept my mouth shut waiting for her to continue after another coffee sip. "During the next few days and until we depart for Oaxaca, I'm going to give you guided tours around Mexico City, after all it is your first time here, but under our special conditions. I'll be the Mistress and you will be my escort/maid and there will be no mistake for that. We'll do things together and you will not be in uniform but you have to try being the na?ve not so educated girl who wants to find out as much as possible about this big and complex City. You will be simply and cheaply dressed and we will be speaking to each other only in Spanish. I'll be teaching you simple things like for instance what you do and how you behave when you enter a Church." I kept silent as my mind was trying to absorb what Pat was telling me. She stopped and looked at me with a renewed interest. "You know Crissie, as a social anthropologist but as your partner as well, I'm totally fascinated as I have been watching you during the past few months gradually developing your current persona. I told you before and I say it again that I get as much pleasure as you do, witnessing day in day out this amazing transformation. But the thing that amazes me more is how naturally feminine you have become since you started wearing skirts and frocks." She chuckled as she picked a napkin from the table and threw it to the floor. "Could you please pick this up Crissie?" she said a cunning smile on her face. I looked at her quizzically but without thinking I bended my knees keeping them together and squatted down to pick it. She squealed with delight as she said, "You see, that's exactly what I mean. Any man would have picked it by bending down using his waist. You did what any woman would have done naturally. And nobody ever taught you that." I looked at her even more puzzled, because the truth is that it was natural to me. Was it because I was wearing a dress? I really couldn't tell. "And this is only a small example Crissie dear." Pat continued, "You walk with shorter graceful steps placing one foot in front of the other, and this tends to exaggerate the movement of your hips. And when you speak your voice is an octave higher without sounding false. I think you are probably bewitched like someone casted a spell on you!" I raised my hand asking permission to speak like a pupil. "Can I say something Se?ora?" She chuckled and said jokingly, "Permission granted, you can speak girl." "I was wondering that myself Se?ora, Perhaps I'm bewitched as you said. The moment I started being Cristina on a more permanent basis something drastically changed on me. A different sort of energy took over, the sort I never felt in the past when I was still Chris. Different sentiments also took over my mind and the need to become a female servant and cleaner had become a near obsession to me. I really and truly can't explain it but the fact is that I feel very comfortable in my current position and for as long as you fully accept and endorse Crissie I feel I'm here to stay." I said in a cracked voice full of emotion. Pat looked at me with her clever eyes full of apprehension and said, "I thought that much Crissie dearest and although I'm an academic who doesn't believe in the supernatural, in your case I simply give up and accept what I see. All I can say is that the change of your persona is coming from deep inside and you somehow have miraculously managed to wake up some dormant and hidden elements on you. So, let us both be happy and accept what we really are." "Si Se?ora, I agree with you," I sighed in a resigned voice. "So, let's move back to the practical matters we were discussing before," Pat continued and added in a voice, full of excitement, "During the next few days I want you to blend in with the local women that you see all around you and try to be like one of them. Be proud that you present yourself as a woman, walk with your chin up, shoulders back chest out to emphasise your breasts and you will be fine." She looked at her watch and then turning to me added, "Now clear the coffee things please and go and change to your simple frock and shoes you were given at the beauty salon, I'll take you out for some sightseeing and shopping. I better go and change myself." She dismissed me with her hand as she stood up and walked towards the master bedroom. I hastily gathered the cups and plates and went back to the kitchen and my tiny room. A couple of hours later we were strolling at a pedestrian street full of all kinds of shops window shopping. "Let's go to that shop that has Ethnic Mexican things Crissie, it looks interesting, I can see in the window some skirts that you certainly would love to wear, the gipsy multi-coloured style." Pat said suddenly. "Si Se?ora, I follow you," I said with an increased interest as I had already spotted those skirts. She confidently walked inside the shop dressed simply but elegantly in her jeans and top and I followed like the poor relation wearing the simple worn-out dress that was given to me at the airport beauty salon. The message that Pat wanted to pass was self-evident. She was out with her maid, shopping. "The printed material is so vibrant and the colours are superb. I can see they have short and long ones. Do you fancy any of those Crissie?" My Se?ora said as she turned looking at me with a beaming smile and a wink. She knew me too well; she could tell I was mesmerised by the style of those ever so feminine skirts. "Si Se?ora," I said full of expectation, "I like both the long and the short ones, those are skirts that I often dream about," I said blushing all over like a teenage girl. Pat chuckled and replied, "Then you can pick two short and two long ones. I feel that I can treat my maid to a good Mexican present today. And the long ones will be handy when we are in Oaxaca where women and muxes like to dress in a more traditional manner." "Oh, muchas gracias Se?ora," I gratefully said nearly kissing her only to remember the last minute that this wouldn't be appropriate for a maid. "Come on then, pick the skirts you like," she said adding with a cunning smile, "You could actually wear one of the skirts now, a short one please; I'll pick a simple blouse for you, I think it's time to remove that old dress. Go to a changing room and I'll find you there in a minute." "Si Se?ora," I said excitedly as I started looking more closely at the rack of skirts. Soon we were out of the shop, this time I was proudly wearing my new multi-coloured skirt, its hem a bit below the knees. Under the skirt I had a half-slip with lace at the hem, an extra present from my wonderful Mistress. I was very elated as I was feeling the hem caressing my legs, the perfect feeling. And when a bit later after we covered our hair with a scarf, we entered a Church, I really felt privileged and lucky when I kneeled in front of the altar next to my Mistress in order to pray. I prayed and there was truthfulness in that because I thanked God for those unique experiences I was offered as Crissie. At that moment I turned towards Pat and touching her hand I said truthfully, "Gracias Se?ora for offering me that trip and those unbelievable experiences!" She smiled back at me simply saying, "De nada, sweetie, I enjoy that trip as much as you do." I became more confident as Crissie during the next three days as we were walking everywhere in the City. For a start I was next to Se?ora Patricia who was clearly an upper-class lady and everywhere we were going we were treated like royalty. Being behind her and always in her shadow made me more invisible and, in that way, more secure. But on the other hand, I could see how men were looking at me. I was getting this macho bold look that only in a Latino country a woman could receive. Even my Mistress said to me at one point, "You know Crissie, you are getting bolder and more appraising looks from men than I do. There is one reason for that, they consider you as an easier target since you look like a humble country girl out with her Mistress but the most important is that I never saw anyone looking at you in a peculiar way as if he could read you as a man behind this feminine persona. You pass as a girl with honours dear Crissie, that should make you more confident." I felt very proud when she said that and I gave her a beaming smile. "Thank you Se?ora Patricia for your remarks, I feel definitely more confident now that you mentioned it. Your eyes certainly can judge men's looks much better than mine. You are far more experienced on that." That was the turning point of our trip because at that moment Pat decided that I was ready for the next step, the visit to Oaxaca and the large family hacienda. So shortly after, we walked in a travel agency and she booked plane tickets for us in two days' time. Destination Oaxaca town airport, flying time 1h 10min. A new step to the unknown I thought as we exited the agency. I still had no idea what was in store for me there and when I asked Pat she answered in her usual cryptic way, "I'll tell you everything when we are aboard the plane. It's a short flight but plenty of time to explain to you what happens next to your Crissie persona. One thing I can tell you now though, a very large hacienda is waiting for you!" CHAPTER 18 The flight was indeed very short and soon we were landed at Oaxaca town airport and we took a taxi for the bus station. I was fully dressed as Crissie, wearing my favourite Mexican blouse and skirt outfit and I was relieved to notice that nobody paid any special attention to me. The airport security was not particularly strict for internal flights and nobody questioned my boarding pass where my real name was printed; Chris Galliano could be either male or female as a name. All Pat managed to say during our flight was that after landing we had to board a bus and drive for another five hours to our final destination, the town of Juchitan at the south end of the state of Oaxaca where her mother's property and hacienda were. The bus was fully airconditioned and more comfortable than I expected. Pat saw my reaction and simply said that quite often public transport is much better in poorer countries for the obvious reason that people are in greater need for it. I smiled benignantly when I heard that, Pat was wearing the hat of a social anthropologist again. But then she started talking and this time I was all ears, because she started talking about what happens next! "Right Crissie," she said excitedly. "Here is what happens next to my pretty maid." "I'm all ears Se?ora; as expected this new phase excites and worries me at the same time. I hope you will be there for me and you wouldn't expose me too much to unknown conditions. I want to stay under your protective umbrella please." Pat chuckled and squeezed my hand as she turned and looked at me. "Of course, I'll be there for you watching, but this time from a distance. This time you will be exposed to real conditions of domestic and manual work and the environment that goes with it." She said looking at me with her piercing brown eyes, then added, "It will be like an army drill with live ammunition and real bullets." "You scare me Pat," I said in a worried voice. "What do you mean real bullets... She stopped me with her hand. "Don't forget the protocol Crissie, I am Se?ora Patricia to you at all times and in particular after we abandon this bus. You have to stay in character if you want to be successful and not publicly humiliated as a fake." "I'm even more worried now Se?ora. What do you mean publicly humiliated as a fake? That's sounds really scary to me." I anxiously replied. Her hand now moved and started caressing my skirted legs. "I'm sorry honey, I probably used the wrong words, nothing is going to be scary for you, only exciting and rewarding, so let me explain a bit more." "Si Se?ora Patricia," I replied as I looked down at my skirt where her hand was still resting. "Have you ever heard of a Mexican hacienda, Crissie?" Pat started with a question. "Si Se?ora, I think it is a big country mansion with land around it something like a ranch in US or an estate in Europe?" I eagerly replied. "Good girl, close enough," Pat said and continued, "My mother is the owner on a big hacienda outside the town of Yuchitan. This is where we're heading." I tried to say something but she stopped me with her hand as added, "Let me continue please. My mother's hacienda is probably the biggest in the state of Oaxaca and one of the biggest in Mexico. Thousands of acres of pasture and cultivated land and in the middle the impressive main mansion built by my grandfather, the one who created that trust which is the reason we are together today and enjoy that unusual trip." "And how am I going to fit in that environment Se?ora? What will my role be? Am I going to be presented as your 'muje' partner?" She chuckled again slightly more deviously this time. "You simply are going to be one of the maids silly, I thought you would have figure it out by now. I'm sure you are looking forward to be in a proper maid's uniform again. Aren't you?" I looked at her hesitantly. "You know Se?ora that I love to be in my uniform but how am I going to be presented? Would people know my true identity and the relationship with you?" "I'm coming to that sweetie. Your Mistress thought of everything," she continued her eyes shining from excitement. "The Garcias know everything about you; the rest will simply know that you are a 'Gringa 'muxe' employed by me who came to the hacienda to be trained as a proper domestic." "Now you lost me completely Se?ora. Who are the Garcias and who are the rest?" "Sorry dear, you are right, I move too fast for you. Antonio and Juana Garcia are the couple who are running the hacienda. They are my mother's closest friends. My mother Alicia and Juana were together at university. They are both highly educated people and my mother asked them to run the hacienda after she was obliged to follow my father abroad in his career as a diplomat. You follow so far?" "I do Se?ora, but what exactly the Garcias know about me, about us?" "When we got married, my mother told them everything, why we had to get married to activate my grandfather's trust, the condition of you being catholic etc. She also told them that you had gradually become, on your own will, my muxe and you took over the running of the house as my wife- maid. So, when we decided the Mexico trip, I sent them a message and asked them to organise your so called 'education in the domestic arts'. They were very happy to oblige because they really and truly see me as their substitute daughter and they would do anything to please me." "So, will I be working as a general housemaid in the hacienda or as your personal maid Se?ora?" I asked as my excitement started to rise again. Once more Pat was pushing all my buttons. "I'm afraid Crissie you will start at the bottom; you will be a junior maid to start with and the other maids will show you the ropes. Of course, Se?ora Juana will keep a close eye on you and she will interfere if something goes wrong. But I'll stay in back stage at least at the beginning. I want you to feel to your skin what it really is to be a hard-working maid in a Mexican household with traditional values. That will be a unique experience for you. This is what I meant when I said before that you will be out in a military drill with real bullets and live ammunition. The difference is that your uniform will be a maid's dress, your bullet proof jacket your apron and your bullets and live ammunition will be your brooms, bucket and mop!" Wow! What a description. As my excitement combined with the fear of the unknown was mounting, I asked, "But where shall I stay? Shall I be close to you? Am I going to see you daily? Are we going to spend time together?" "Slow down girl, too many questions. The answer though is quite simple. You will be staying in the domestic quarters together with the other servants and land labourers and gardeners, the campesinos as they are called here. The building is opposite the main house on the other side of the large inner square. I asked Se?ora Juana though to give you a separate room for a minimum of privacy. But of course, you will have to use the common toilets and showers. Don't worry though the male and female quarters are separate. You will be staying of course in the female quarters. Muxes like you are allowed to do that." "And when will I be able to see you Se?ora? I'll be much disoriented without you. I'll be scared." I murmured, ready to cry. "Now, now Crissie, you shouldn't worry, I'll be right opposite you staying at the mansion. You will see me probably when you are assigned to serve during meal time, breakfast, lunch or dinner. You will see me also when you are sent to clean in the main house." Then she added with a beaming smile, "I just had this superb idea, I'll ask Se?ora Juana to assign you to clean on a daily basis my room and ensuite bathroom. That way I'll be able to catch up with you and you will be able to tell me all your news. Don't you like that idea my Crissie?" "I do Se?ora," I replied with a sniff, "I'll miss you though, and I'll miss also sharing the bed with you." "You shouldn't have naughty sexual thoughts during your stay in the hacienda Crissie," Pat said rather firmly. "And I hope you stay out of any little sexual games with the maids or with the male staff for that matter. I'm sure that the campesinos will eye you a lot and try to flirt with you. A half Gringa maid is not such a common sight in this part of Mexico. Because I forgot to mention to you that for all the rest in the hacienda, that is except for the Garcias, you are a half Mexican girl born and raised in US, trying to reconnect with your father's roots. Is that clear girl?" I was offended when she mentioned that the campesinos will try flirting with me. "You know that I'm not gay Se?ora Patricia," I said rather indignantly. She chuckled when she heard me being indignant, "I can assure you Crissie that when you are running around in your maid's uniform doing your various chores, and you feel the male eyes focused on your boobs or on your nice legs and bum, you will get a sinister feeling of pleasure, even more so because you will know that under the disguise your male persona is still there and you can fool those rough males. Believe me, it can be very satisfying that feeling." Again, Pat the academic was pontificating but I still had questions to ask, "For how long are we going to stay in the hacienda Se?ora? And aren't we going to visit together the town of Juchitan and meet some of the famous muxes there? After all I am a muxe myself as you keep reminding me. Am I going to meet Conchita's muxe son." "Questions, questions Crissie?" Pat replied laughing. "I guess you are right to ask all those things, everything in this country is a novelty for you. So, let me try and answer those last questions." I looked at her expectantly as she drank some water from her water bottle. "All that talking and my mouth got dry. Anyway, I'm not certain for how long we'll be in the hacienda, there is no time limit and we don't have any other commitments for the foreseeable future, so for as long as we enjoy ourselves and I include you on that, we stay. And of course, during our stay we'll visit Juchitan many times and I'll take you to places where muxes are hanging out. I'll have of course to ask the permission of Se?ora Juana, strictly speaking you will be in her employ for as long as we stay in the hacienda; but she will not deny it to me, after all I am the daughter of the boss and the future owner of the place." She stopped for another sip of water and continued, "As for Conchita's muxe son, Alejandra is her name if I remember well; we'll pay a visit to the house where you will see him/her in action as she takes care of the house and her younger siblings. She is the perfect housewife according to Conchita." I felt much better when I heard her answers. Life is not going to be that dull after all. We'll have the chance to do some sightseeing and meet those famous muxes that played such a capital role to my radical transformation. Everything that Pat asked me to do was more or less based on that 'muxe's myth'!" I looked at my small and cheap wrist watch. "How long until we arrive to Juchitan Se?ora?" Pat looked at her watch and said yawning, "Another couple of hours. Let's try and get a nap. As soon as we arrive, we'll both be in a busy mode again." "Si Se?ora," I said yawning. "A nap would be good." But I couldn't really sleep. My mind was busily trying to absorb all that I just heard from my Mistress. Being one of the maids? Start at the bottom and being a junior maid? Living at the servants' quarter? So much to think about. I was in that semi-sleep mode when I heard Se?ora's voice. "I think we're nearly there Crissie, I can see the first houses of Juchitan. Let's start getting ready. A car from the hacienda will wait for us. The first person you'll meet is Pedro the driver. A nice guy who is married with one of the maids, Rosa. You will work a lot with her, she is very experienced and you will learn a lot from her." "Si Se?ora," I said simply as I opened my handbag and picked my small mirror to check my looks. A touch of lipstick would make me look fresher. Pat looked at me with a smirk. "Come on girl, stop titivating, we've just arrived." She said that as the bus came to an abrupt stop. To be continued...