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CONNIE
THE JUNIOR MAID
by Monica Graz
My name is Connie and I'm a 23 years old gender fluid male. I work by
choice as a full-time live-in housemaid for almost a year now.
But let me tell you my rather unusual story and how it all started.
I was born as Michael (Mike) Allen the only child to a well-off family
and I grew up as a privileged boy going to the best private schools and
eventually to a prestigious university where I was studying applied
economics. I always thought that I was probably destined to succeed my
father as the president and CEO of the large real estate company he
started over a generation ago though that wasn't really going to happen
after the developments I'll mention shortly.
Ever since I remember myself, I had those strong inclinations to be in
the shoes of a female domestic servant. I never really was able to
explain that tendency and over the years I did try on many occasions to
fight it, but it was always coming back with a vengeance, stronger than
before. I am totally heterosexual and very fond of girls, but I am
equally fond of the clothes they wear and in particular I am obsessed
with the work clothes associated with maids and/or female cleaners. I am
totally transfixed when I come across a maid or a cleaner wearing their
working dresses and matching aprons, I can't really take my eyes of them!
My parents were the exact opposites of each other and very traditional in
their respective roles. My father Roger Allen was the strong minded
highly opinionated guy who was always right. He was big and slightly
overweight but he loved my mother, or this is what I was thinking at the
time as he was always polite and never cruel to her.
My mother Adele was a petite very feminine woman and the 'intellectual'
of the family. She was always with a book in her hands and she was an
active member of various book and cinema clubs and was not at all
involved in any housekeeping. I often had the impression that she was
absent minded and self-absorbed in her own world, something that as I
found out later was some sort of fa?ade and her 'defence mechanism' since
my father was not what he appeared to be after all.
As a result, the house was run by our Filipina live in housekeeper Marina
Apuya, a bright and competent woman in her mid-30s who was many years
with the family. I vividly remember when she had first arrived to work
for us; I was then in my early teens, probably about 14 years old.
As you can imagine I was very much focused on Marina because she was all
that I wanted to be. She was an educated woman and had a degree in
nursing but she had to follow the destiny of so many Filipino women who
had to migrate in order to support their large families back home. Marina
has been married and divorced already and had two young children who
stayed behind and were looked after by her parents. So, she had to
provide for them.
Marina's status at our home has been seriously upgraded because of my
mother's lack of interest for any involvement in the running of the
house. So, Marina has been responsible for all the shopping, cooking,
cleaning and laundry-ironing. Our house was large; a four-bedroom free
standing 2story mansion surrounded by a largish garden so her amount of
work was immense. But she wasn't the complaining type and she was very
well paid.
I liked Marina and admired her a lot and I often fantasized being in her
shoes. My only 'complaint' was that she wasn't obliged to wear a maid's
uniform. My parents were quite liberal and relaxed like that and after
all Marina was not a typical maid, she was a housekeeper. She loved to be
in a dress though when she was working at home. She had several bright
coloured printed cotton dresses she was buying on line and sent to her
from Philippines. They were called 'duster dresses' and were considered
house frocks back in her country. She was also wearing large practical
cotton aprons when on duty so you had the impression that she was looking
like a slightly old-fashioned housewife rather than maid.
And then something had happened that drastically had changed our lives.
My father simply had announced one morning that he was leaving us! He was
going to move out. I was 22 when that happened and in my last year of
studies.
I still vividly remember that cool spring morning when after breakfast my
father addressed me in the presence of my mother who had stayed quiet all
along that he was leaving us and later in the day someone would come to
pack and take away his personal belongings. I wanted of course to ask
lots of questions but he said, somehow embarrassed, that all was settled
and agreed and my mother would explain everything to me. Within minutes
he had picked a small suitcase like the ones used for short business
trips and left.
Afterwards my mother, remarkably calm, explained to me that my father had
an affair for some time now with his closest assistant at work a certain
Miss Emily Symonds that I've heard of but never met. She said that it was
a written in the cards end of a not very compatible coexistence between
her and my father, but he had been very generous to both of us. He had
left the house to my mother and a generous yearly allowance to cover the
running costs of it including Marina's salary. He had also left enough
money for us to comfortably survive for the foreseeable future. On top
of that my mother had a private income through her parents so all in all
we were not to be destitute.
I had mixed feelings after that. The truth is I've never felt comfortable
in the presence of my father. I always had the feeling that I wasn't 'the
right sort of son' for him. I was certainly taking after my mother in
looks and size. I was small in stature and very skinny with delicate
features and nothing very 'manly' on me. I always was called to my total
embarrassment 'a pretty boy' at school though I never has been
effeminate, just small and delicate looking.
We were sitting uncomfortably looking at each other around the breakfast
table after my father's sudden departure when my mother stood up
unexpectedly and approached me, a sweet smile on her face. She made me
stand up and gave me a strong hug, something that I wasn't at all used.
"Everything will be fine Mike. I have a feeling that both of us, plus our
Marina will feel much more relaxed and comfortable after the departure of
your father. His presence was intimidating and often overbearing for us
all. Am I not right?"
I looked at her totally surprised, I wasn't used to gestures like this
but I had to agree with her so I simply said, "Yes, mother, you are right
and I am pleased to see that you took the whole thing rather well."
"Well, I have been prepared for that for a long time now Mike, so yes,
I'll be fine."
After that morning our lives started to gradually change for the better,
for all three of us. The 'big bad wolf' wasn't around anymore to
intimidate us.
The biggest change I witnessed was in my mother. Her usually sad and
unhappy disposition changed to a happy one. Her eyes got back a sparkle I
remembered from when I was a young boy. She started laughing again and
for the first time I saw her joking with Marina who started calling her
with her small name Adele and not Mrs. Allen anymore.
Several days later as we were finishing breakfast my mother turned to me
and said casually in the presence of Marina who incidentally was sitting
with us to eat. She was still doing the preparation and serving of food
but there was a seat for her in our table now, "Would you like to assist
Marina with the housework Mike? She could certainly use another pair of
hands in a big house like this one. Observing you during the past few
days I can see that you are bored and you don't really know what to do
with your time. I know you have your university classes to follow but you
don't seem that involved at the moment."
I blushed all over when I heard that. My mother was touching my secret
chord. How did she know?
At that moment Marina added in her correct, but accented English, "Come
on Mike we both know that you would love that, I know you for many years
now. And I can feel how much you would enjoy housework. You don't have to
worry anymore; your father is not around to judge you."
"And Marina tells me that you have a stash of suitable clothes hidden at
the back of your cupboard. Clothes that you could probably use if you
decide to become Marina's assistant."
Blushing all over again I managed to say, "What do you mean hidden
clothes, have you been prying on my cupboard Marina?"
"I wouldn't call it prying, rather trying to tidy up your cupboard,"
Marina answered a cunning smile on her face.
"You shouldn't really worry Mike dear," my mother continued, "I always
knew that you have a feminine side, mothers can feel that, and you
shouldn't worry about it. We live in a gender fluid world now; I read a
lot about it, we even had a special lecture about Trans and gender fluid
people in our book club the other day."
I looked at them, eyes wide open. Those two women were ahead of me. They
managed to analyse and open me up in a few sentences.
I decided at that moment to be frank and open with them as well. "Yes, I
admit it, housework fascinates me and I always watch Marina when she is
doing it. There is something magic and cathartic to it." I said rather
boldly, and continued, "What I'm expected to do?"
"Let Marina become your tutor. You can be her junior maid and follow
religiously her instructions," my mother vividly said.
She used the world 'junior maid' and that sent a jolt of excitement
through my body. Would I be able to fulfil my long standing dream and put
my maid's uniform on, the one I believed was well hidden in my cupboard?
Marina answered in that question before I even had the chance to absorb
what I've just heard from my mother.
"Why don't you go back to your room Mike and put on this nice grey maid's
dress I saw in your cupboard, also a neat white bib apron that goes with
it and some comfortable sneakers you keep there. Then we can start your
training."
The way they were talking to me was surreal, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world to go and put a maid's uniform on. I looked at
both of them, a question mark in my eyes as if I was asking for a
confirmation to what I've just heard.
My mother gave me another of her totally benign smiles and added, "Come
on darling, it's not such a big thing, you are not going to lose your sex
by dressing in a maid's dress and apron, you will still be a boy in a
dress, a boy who happens to love housework and is accordingly dressed."
I was finally convinced because I so much wanted this to happen so
without another word I stood up and started climbing the stairs towards
my room. As I was leaving I saw the exchange of a meaningful look between
my mother and Marina. Had they planned all that in advance? Was there an
ulterior motive behind that?
At that particular moment I didn't really care; all I wanted was to put
my maid's uniform on and start working under the guidance of Marina. The
whole prospect was immensely exciting for me.
Fifteen minutes later I was back downstairs and I hesitantly headed
towards the kitchen where I could hear pots and pans noise. Marina must
have been already doing the washing up. Was my mother still around?
As I entered the kitchen Marina sensing my presence turned back from the
sink and looked at me. Dressed in her usual duster dress, full bib apron
and rubber gloves was the picture of domesticity.
"My God, look at you. You make a very convincing girl Mike even without
makeup on. You are so cute in your uniform. I love your light grey keds
as well, so matching with the rest." She said and added, "You even have a
girl's waist, not hourglass but definitely a defined waist, nicely
accentuated by the tight apron."
I was blushing all over again and I managed to give her a smile. "Thank
you Marina, I feel right in those clothes, they give me a sense of
purpose, I'm ready to assist you anyway you want," I gingerly said
lowering my eyes and using my hands to smooth down my pristine white
apron, looking at the hem of my dove grey dress as it stood a couple of
inches below my knees.
"Two more things though before we start, "We have to do something with
the lack of boobs, your dress needs some curving in front so you need
some moderate breast forms, a B or C size. And we have to give you a
proper name, you can't be Mike dressed like this; any ideas? Have you
been using a female name?"
Blush, blush again as I replied, "No I never thought of that, I never
really seriously used those clothes, I tried them on of course but it is
the first time that someone other than me sees me in a dress."
"Well, I can help you there, I just thought of a name for you, I have a
first cousin who is back in Philippines now but we started working
together in this country many years ago as maids. Her name is Conegunda
Apuya but we all call her Connie. So, I think that Connie would be a
great name for you. Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it," I said feeling the familiar jolts of excitement through
my body again, and then remembering that my mother hadn't seen me yet in
a dress I asked, "Has my mother gone out?"
"Yes, Connie, Mrs. Allen has gone out for shopping and meeting friends;
she will be back later today and she is looking forward to properly meet
the new junior maid. And let me add this, when you are Connie you will be
formal with her, after all she is the Mistress of the house so you will
address her as Mrs. Allen or Madam."
Then before I had time to absorb that she added, "Right Connie, time to
start your proper training and here is the number one rule, you never
start work in the rest of the house until you are certain that the
kitchen is immaculate. That must become your motto from now on, kitchen
fist, bathrooms afterwards, always inspected tidy and clean. So take the
antibacterial spray and a cloth and start wiping down the counter tops.
Then you can sweep and mop the floor. In the mean time I'll finish the
washing up and tell you what to do next."
"Yes Marina," I replied as I opened the cupboard below the sink where I
knew she kept the kitchen cleaning stuff.
That was the beginning of my surreal and yet very real life. That was the
beginning of my gradual descent to the humble life of a female domestic.
There was no cruelty involved, both my mother and Marina were very
correct and polite with me but as the days and the weeks were going by
subtle changes were happening. My mother was addressed by me at all times
as Madam or Mrs. Allen and Marina was addressed as Miss or Miss Marina.
I don't remember when it exactly happened, but at one point I became
Connie 24/7. With Marina's assistance I developed an adequate wardrobe of
female clothes. I had several practical uniforms now; plain front
buttoned polyester/cotton dresses in various pastel colours with matching
aprons. I also had a few duster dresses that Marina ordered on line for
me from Philippines and the proper underwear, female but not fancy. I had
my C size breast forms permanently glued in position and my hair was long
enough to be fixed by Marina again to a feminine bob. Finally I started
wearing modest makeup on. My features were soft anyway so I was a
adequately convincing female to all outside eyes.
At the end, to all people involved, I was Connie the live-in housemaid of
the Allen residence. Mrs. Allen was the Mistress of the house and Marina
whose status was even more elevated now was her companion. I simply was
the maid.
Mrs. Allen social life was thriving and she started inviting people to
the house. She was inviting once a week some of the people belonging to
her book club for book reading and a glass of wine afterwards. This
particular day I was very smartly dressed in my black uniform dress and
white half apron taking care of the guests, serving drinks and finger
food.
Nobody had any idea that the maid who was serving them used to be the son
of Mrs. Allen and I preferred it that way. I thrived in my humble
anonymity and I was happy to be appearing as Connie the maid. That was my
life now. That is what I wanted to be!
And before I conclude this short encounter of my life, I might add here
that Mrs. Allen and Miss Marina are lesbian lovers, for some time now!
They both have negative feelings and experiences from the aggressive
males in their previous lives and they also have another gender fluid
male to take care of them as their humble housemaid. They have the best
of both worlds!
THE END
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