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CONNIE THE JUNIOR MAID by Monica Graz PART 1 - Connie becomes a maid 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 meantime 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's 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! PART 2 - Connie meets her match I saw for the first time Emily Evans in one of Mrs Allen's book club evenings. She was standing out being considerably younger than the other ladies. She was also observing me whenever I was moving around serving. That intrigued me but also made me nervous. Would she be able to tell that I was a boy under my maid's dress and apron? Something undefined attracted me to this young and clever looking woman. That particular evening Miss Marina who was usually watching me like a hawk, wasn't present having to go to one of her Filipino community gatherings and Mrs. Allen was totally absorbed in her book reading world, so I was feeling freer to snoop around and listen to the conversations and comments of the ladies. Emily was partly involved to the book reading but never had stopped giving me side looks and at one point she even had smiled at me something that made me blush. I was in the kitchen preparing the next round of finger food when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and came face to face with Emily, a big smile on her face. "Sorry if I startled you, I just wanted to say Hello, I'm Emily." "Oh, Hello Miss, I'm Connie," I replied, straightening automatically my apron and trying to keep my voice low and well-modulated. "You look good for a boy in a dress, soft features, great legs, nice boobs, the voice needs a bit of work though," Emily casually said with a benign smile. Blushing furiously I managed to say with a nervous chuckle, "Is it that obvious Miss? I thought I was better than that after a whole year in dresses. I consider myself a gender fluid person." "Please call me Emily, I'm not that old. Are you transitioning or you simply are a happy crossdresser?" "Sorry Miss Emily but as a maid in this house I have to follow certain rules and one of them is to formally address all guests," I said, momentarily pausing and then adding, "And to answer your question, no I'm not transitioning, I'm all boy and a happy crossdresser as you just called me." Emily chuckled as she said, "Fair enough, I respect the house rules and thank you for being frank with me and I probably should apologise for being so direct, but since I arrived I was totally intrigued by you, I have a soft spot for feminine boys." I blushed again, this woman was very direct and intriguing. As I was getting ready to answer I heard the crystal bell from the living room. Mrs Allen was summoning me, I probably had to refill the wine glasses. I apologetically looked at Emily as I said, "Sorry Miss I have to go, I am asked in the living room, nice talking to you." She gave me another one of her benign looks, "Yes of course, your Mistress requires your presence, but before you go I have another question for you; would you be able to come and clean my apartment? I recently lost my cleaner and am desperate, being totally incapable in housework." I felt a strong surge of excitement. I would love to do that, I liked that woman and I had never the chance to work outside this house. I simply was intrigued but I needed permission for that so I simply replied, "I would love to do that but I have to check with my employers Mrs. Allen and Miss Marina." "Of course," she said, "Would you like me to directly ask Mrs. Allen? It would be probably better if the request was coming directly from me." "Yes please Miss, do that, Mrs. Allen might be easier to convince than Miss Marina," I stated as we both started going back to the living room. The arrangement was easier than I thought, Mrs Allen was easily convinced and late the same evening I was summoned in the living room where Mrs Allen and Miss Marina had simply announced to me that starting this coming Thursday and every Thursday from now on, I would be outsourced to clean Miss Evans' apartment. They both said that I had enough time on my hands to do that and it would be good for me to expand my cleaning horizons with other employers, plus the fact that I would have some extra pocket money. Miss Evans would directly pay me in cash on the going hourly rate for domestic workers. I was thrilled to bits, but I tried to hide my excitement. I liked this woman and I was looking forward to clean for her. The Wednesday before, I was on tenterhooks and I was about to ask Miss Marina if I had to take a uniform with me when I received a text on my mobile. 'Hi Connie, looking forward for your arrival tomorrow, my apartment is a pigsty and I certainly need a good maid like you to clean it. Don't bother to bring a uniform I'll give you some of my old clothes to wear. I also have a nice pinny for you. Be here by 9.00am, coffee will be ready, xx Miss Emily'. Wow! Miss Emily would lend me some of her clothes to wear, how exciting! I couldn't easily fall asleep that night, my mind was racing to tomorrow's event. An outsourced cleaner? What an experience, in particular because the woman I was about to serve was very intriguing to my mind. I was in front of her building 10 minutes before nine but I waited and rang the bell at 9.00 o'clock sharp. She let me in with a beaming smile. "I'm so glad you are here Connie, I couldn't live a minute longer in this place and I apologise in advance for the mess and the dirt but this is what you are here for. I rely on you sweety," Emily said with her usual chuckle. She looked critically at me, "I like your dress, it's very sweet and feminine but you certainly need something practical for your housework. I would have given you normally a pair of old leggings and a T-shirt but your employer Mrs Allen said that you prefer to wear dresses and skirts so I looked through my old clothes and I found a front buttoned house frock and a big stripy apron my old cleaner left behind, those I think will do, and if you are a good girl and I'm satisfied with your work I'll give you more clothes to take back home, some skirts and dresses I don't use anymore, we appear to be the same size." She humorously added. I was blushing all over from embarrassment and excitement, Miss Emily was such an intriguing woman and I was falling for her. I tried to keep my professional attitude but my voice was cracked as I replied, "Thank you Miss Emily, I'd love to take whatever you offer me. Can you please show me now the clothes I'll wear for cleaning and where can I change?" "Not so fast sweety, let's have a cup of coffee first and then I'll show where everything is and then you can start. It's going to be a long and tiring day for you but you are paid by the hour so the more you work the more money you will make." We had a cup of coffee siting in the kitchen bench and then I got the apartment guided tour. Two bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms, a largish living dining area with an open kitchen and a small visitor's WC. The apartment was messy and dirty, clothes on the floor everywhere, dirty plates and pots in the kitchen sink and plenty of dust. Maid Connie would have to work hard, I thought with mixed feelings. I loved housework but this? I never before had to clean such a messy and dirty place. The dress Miss Emily gave me was very functional, a light blue cotton front buttoned dress covered by a darker blue stripy apron with a large bib and two front pockets were perfect for housework, the closest to a proper maid's uniform I could think off. Miss Emily soon left the apartment to let me properly work and she said she would be back in two to three hours with some light lunch. As I started working I realised that I had no idea what was her line of work. Later I would find out that her family was owing an hotel chain where she was part time employed in the PR department. In other words she was an independently rich lady. I started by tidying up the place picking all the scattered clothes and used towels, then stripping the bed in the master bedroom. Lots of laundry to be done, at least two loads. The hardest task was to properly clean the kitchen. I solidly worked there for nearly two hours until I was satisfied with my work. I was in the middle of cleaning the master bathroom when I heard the front door open. Miss Emily was back. She found me kneeling around the toilet bowl, trying to remove some semi-permanent stains on the tiles. "Look at you," She smirked, "Down on your hands and knees, trying to remove those awful stains. My previous cleaner would never had done that. Good girl." I looked up at her smiling, face blushing, "Those stains are really very hard to move but I'll manage Miss, I'm very persistent." "Good for you Connie," She replied, "When you finish here come to the kitchen you must be starving I brought some lunch." "Thank you Miss, I'll join you in a few minutes." We had a light lunch together with some fresh coffee that Miss Emily kindly prepared. It was a muggy day so I was feeling hot and dishevelled. My apron was stained and my dress had sweat marks under my armpits and the front part where my bra was. Emily looked sympathetically at me, "I can see now why a uniform is important for a maid doing hard housework in a hot day. Something light and cool is essential. That house frock though is the closest to a maid's dress and the pinny is very protective." "I love both the frock and the apron Miss, they are totally right for housework," I eagerly replied, "Thank you for lending them to me." "They are yours sweety together with many other clothes I'll give you today. You earned them," Emily stated still scrutinizing me. "Your hair is long and rich and you don't seem to have any facial hair, are you taking any female hormones by any chance?" She suddenly asked in her direct manner. "I blushed again, "No Miss, no female hormones, I told you I'm still all boy underneath, but I did have some laser treatment to remove my not very bushy beard and that's about the only interference in my body together with my breast forms that are permanently glued," I truthfully answered. "Nice to hear that Connie dear," Emily playfully said as she grabbed and squeezed my hand, "Because I have plans for you, I want to take you to bed, I already mentioned to you that I love feminine and submissive boys." I looked incredulously at her blushing for the millionth time. Was she sexually attracted to me? Unbelievable! All I managed to whisper squeezing back her hand was, "I'd love that Miss, I'm very attracted to women like you." "It takes two to tango dear, but that will happen, when it happens, in my own terms. So be patient with me," Emily stated in a stricter tone of voice. "For the time being you have to finish your work here." I felt that I was dismissed so I stood up had a last sip of my coffee and simply said, "I better go back to my chores, lots to be done before I finish." "Ok girl, off you go; if you need me, I'll be working in my laptop at the second bedroom that I use as my study." "Thank you Miss," I formally said nearly curtseying but the last moment I stopped myself. It was probably too early for that. It was past six o'clock when I arrived back home carrying a large canvas bag with all the hand-me-downs Miss Emily had given me. I was exhausted and still wearing my working dress. I was dishevelled and dirty and badly needed a shower, but I had a unique experience and a feeling of expectation. Something completely new and exciting had happened to me today, Miss Emily openly flirted with me in her assertive and direct way and her phrase 'I want to take you to bed' was still whirling in my mind. I started climbing the stairs to go to my room and change when I heard Miss Marina's voice from the kitchen, "Is that you Connie? Come here I want to talk to you." Marina was in the middle of cooking the evening meal. She was a great cook and I often was her assistant. During the past year I've learned a lot from her, she was my mentor in the domestic sciences. She scrutinised me when I went in, "Look at you in that dress. Where did you get it from, your new employer gave it to you? It looks a bit dirty and used." "Yes Miss Marina, my new employer gave it to me as a working dress, she said to me not to bring a uniform. She also gave me lots of her old clothes, we are about the same size." "Lucky girl," Marina smirked, "Miss Emily seems to like you, she must had noticed what a good cleaner you are." "Yes, she did," I said with a sigh, "You should have seen her apartment, it was a total mess. Not the tidiest person." "That's why domestics like you are important and necessary to people like Miss Emily." She looked at the kitchen clock, "Now run along, I can see you need a shower and then come down and help me with the cooking, Mrs Allen will be down soon, she had to rest a bit, one of her strong migraines was pestering her today." As I started to go she added, "Pick something from the clothes Miss Emily had given you, I want to see if they fit you." "Yes Miss," I said in a surprised voice, because she didn't ask me to put a uniform on. I came down twenty minutes later wearing a blouse and skirt outfit, the blouse was black with a small frill around the yoke and the skirt was a below the knee floral Desigual skirt, It fitted well and I felt very feminine as I was walking towards the kitchen. "Wow," Marina exclaimed when she saw me coming in, "Look at you, like a model, the skirt fits perfectly, you even have a waist." "Thank you Miss Marina, I love the skirt, I very rarely wear them, I mostly wear dresses either my uniforms or my duster dresses. Skirts emphasise more a girl's waist and this is new to me." Marina looked at the kitchen clock again, "Enough of chatting Connie, Mrs Allen will be down soon and we have to finish here. Grab an apron and come to wash all those pots and pans. The kitchen looks messy." For the first time in months I sat down to eat with Mrs Allen and Miss Marina. I was doing all the serving and clearing out but I sat down at the table to eat with them, instead of my usual eating afterwards alone in the kitchen. They both wanted me to describe in details how was my first cleaning day as an outsourced maid. I told them everything except the fact that Miss Emily invited me to her bed, that was a private matter between us two. I was physically exhausted when I ended in bed. It was such an unusual day. My first cleaning job outside my comfort zone, and a new employer who proposes to me! Life can be very exciting when you are a gender fluid boy/maid who loves his skirts and dresses but who also adores to serve women. 'Connie, you are a lucky girl,' I was thinking as I started sinking in a deep sleep.