Chapter #25Her being a lowly maid by: milida   The control lady grinned "Hmm how interesting, so lets continue to paint the scenario"
She then resumed her story telling.
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Your Aunt smirked and arched an eyebrow "So John, you are the heir to the LeMure fortune. Your father owns probably half the land in the county. You have been carefully groomed to be a man of action, yet you now tell me that you not only wish to be a girl but envy my lowly maid and the uniform she wears here at my estate. So dear would you gladly trade places with her to become a maid?"
You visibly squirm "Well um not forever but I would like to try it"
You Aunt nodded "Well maybe next time you come something can be organized, but in the meantime you must not cut your hair"
Your gulp nervously "Yes Aunty"
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The control room lady grinned and paused her story telling "Let us fast forward 3 months and begin"
Before you could say another word, the control room faded, and when things reformed you found yourself in a rather expensive upper-class house holding a letter. The letter you held was not from your aunt, but instead her housekeeper Mrs Robinson. You nervously chuckled at the conditions stipulated in the enclosed agreement of service that you were expected to sign and bring with you; the start date was the following day.
You had made the journey from your parents house to your Aunts a number of times, via a steam train. It was tedious and you hated the dull landscape you had to pass through.
The train eventually pulled into the station that marked the end of your train journey. Amid the hustle and bustle of activity on the platform you spied your smiling aunt just beyond the ticket inspection barrier.
The two of you embraced by the rail and you could not help giggle “Oh Auntie thank you for arranging this! It will be so much fun. I just know it will.”
Your aunt stood back and smiled “Well you are my favorite nephew and it’s what you wanted. I have arranged your transformation in town and after it there can be no going back until the end of your holiday with me. I see you have let your hair grow nice and long”
Full of an odd mixture of shame and excitement you were led from the station to what you assumed was the village beauty parlor and into one of the private rear rooms, were transformations like your own were usually conducted.
You were then told to sit on beautician chair where your eyebrows were thinned and given a girlish arch. You didn't need hair extensions as your hair was already as long as a regular girls but it was given a permanent wave and a plain style.
Next you grew rather embarrassed as you were told to strip naked. Once you had complied you had all your body hair waxed off. Fortunately given your relatively young age you didn't have a lot. What you did have gave you a lot of pain from the pulling on your skin and ripping out of your hair. Despite the pain, you were shamed to see you had a full erection. The beautician could not help but tease you "Like a little pain, huh dear?"
"No," you snapped back with an evident scowl.
The beautician smiled as she pulled another strip off and you made another squeal of pain. The lady leaned over you and with a smirk said, "I guess you just like the idea of being smooth like a girl."
You blushed and gave your head a shake before another strip was ripped off. Once your body was basically hairless you then had prosthetic breasts, nose and chin placed onto you and had then glued in place with a special kind of surgical glue, it was obvious they would not be coming off without the solvent. Some special compound was then applied around them to make it look as if the prosthetics were naturally part of you. You kept looking in the mirror and seeing how womanish you now looked from the waist up. The pretty girl stared back at you mimicking your expression making clear to you that this was no illusion. You realized that you really were going to be a girl for a month. The image was quite pretty and if it wasn't your own you would have loved to keep looking at it.
The women then smirked and showed you an artificial vagina before it was placed on your body and teased "A summer of squatting to pee dear, welcome to the squatters club"
It fitted rather snuggly and was also glued in position and the same compound was then applied to the edges of prosthetic vagina to make it blend in as well. She then ordered "Stand dear and look at yourself in the wall mirror"
You were shocked by just how completely you looked like a regular girl. The women from the parlor then declared "In my and the communities eyes you are now a girl, you will find the various prosthetics cannot be removed without a special solvent any attempt to interfere with them will see your girl time double, is that clear girl?"
You gulp and nervously nod your head "Yes Ma'am" Given your voice had not yet broken you even sounded like a girl.
The beautician then ordered "Girl you may redress now, but first put on some underwear"
She then handed you some panties a full body girdle and some black stockings.
Once you were fully dressed you were led to the door and given a handbag, it contained a pocketbook containing an Identification Card for you with your new identity and all things that a woman of your lowly status would possess.
Your Aunty then looked you up and down and smiled warmly and gave a soft wolf whistle "Wow Jawla you do make a lovely girl, no wonder you wanted to dress and be one"
You blush a deep crimson and squirm under her gaze and softly sigh before responding "Thank you Aunty"
She laughed "You cannot call me that again, for the next few month you are a lowly maid, you will call me Mistress dear"
You softly complied "Yes Mistress"
You were then taken to a cheap hotel room. After having spent two hours running through the do’s and don’ts for a junior maid your Aunt hugged you and before leaving declared “So remember what I have told you. Tomorrow a carriage will collect you at seven thirty in the morning to bring you to my estate. The carriage will take you to the rear entrance and you will be met by Mrs Robinson. There can be no familiarity between us and you must follow Mrs Robinson’s instructions to the letter. Understand?”
You smiled “Yes, auntie. Sorry, Mistress”
“Yes, remember that well Jawla. One slip like that and you will be back on the train heading home in disgrace. You are a maid now and nothing more. I have gone out on a limb for you with this and I will not be embarrassed. I look forward to seeing my nephew again in the autumn and not before. Is that understood?"
You gave a mocked curtsy of deference “Yes, Mistress”
Your Aunt smiled and could not resist giving you one last hug and a kiss before leaving.
After a restless night’s sleep the morning eventually came.
The shabby worn clothes that your Aunt had acquired for you seemed to hang heavy about your transformed body and the shoes, one with a purposely very well-worn heel and sole, made your gait quite awkwardly. You tugged the ties of your bonnet, grabbed the woolen bag-like bundle of belongings and headed down through the lobby and out onto the busy street.
Recognizing the crest on the door of the carriage you approached it and a rough-looking man who had been tending the horses offered a toothless smile “Jawla is it? The new maid for Mrs Robinson?”.
You smiled and nodded afraid to speak.
“In you get then, missy.”
Coachmen knew their duty when conveying John LeMure but there was no help up the steps into the carriage for a working girl like you had become.
The journey from the squalor of the village the rural aspect of your Aunts Estate was the same that you had made previously. It was the same coach, taking the same winding rutted lanes but its cargo was much changed. The bundle of clothing sat on the seat by your side that many would discount for rags. You wore a heavy well-worn drab woolen dress, your hair was hidden and tucked beneath a cheap bonnet and you could not hide your nervousness. Yes, outwardly this cargo was much changed, yet its real change had yet to begin.
The carriage rattled up the cobbles into the rear yard of your Aunt's estate and you stumbled out unaided with your bundle. Your Aunt was watching unseen from an upstairs window a smirk upon her face.
A stern-faced Mrs Robinson stood on the steps of the rear entrance, hands on hips and stared at her new dishevelled charge. So this was Jawla her new junior maid.
Mrs Robinson had wanted to bring a maid she had known from a previous employment and was not happy but she had yielded to her Mistress's preference. The girl walking awkwardly towards her looked like she couldn’t look after herself, let alone a household!
You stood in front of the woman who would control and command your every waking hour from this moment on and clumsily curtsied "Jawla Miss.”
Mrs Robinson smirked and declared “Yes we have been expecting you come inside let’s get your settled in child.”
You were then shown to your room. It was cramped and basic but clean and tidy with a small window looking out over the rear yard. For an important heir like you it was no better than a prison cell, but for a junior maid it was a palace. Most junior maids, whom you were seeking to portray, would rarely have a room of their own and you gratefully thanked Mrs Robinson for this privilege.
Having given Mrs Robinson your signed agreement of service the new maid was left to freshen and change into her uniform. You nervously surveyed what would be your new world. Uniforms, underwear, hosiery, boots, aprons and mop caps neatly arranged in the closet and drawers, a jug and wash bowl, a narrow hard bunk and not much more. There were no frills, that life was behind you now. A simple maid’s life lay ahead.
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