CHAPTER
7
Joe awakened. He had no idea how long he had been out. Dr. van
Damme was speaking to him. "Remember, you are Yvonne. Speak only
French. You will wind up in serious trouble otherwise."
Joe knew better than to disobey her, He deplaned with the
Doctor and approached customs. It became obvious to Joe that the
customs inspector had eyes only for his beauty when his passport
was perfunctorily stamped without so much as a glance. Joe kept his
conversation limited to "oui", "non", and "merci monsieur", and
before he knew it he was in a limousine headed for Manhattan.
Joe winced inwardly as the limo pulled up in front of his old
house. He'd loved the old brownstone and, while he hadn't planned
on returning to it, he never once figured that he'd come back to
work in it as a maid. The surprises just kept coming as Monica
opened the door to greet them. "Hello Doctor. Joe."
They exchanged greetings and Joe wandered into his old digs,
finding that they had been totally redecorated. In much the same
manner that Joe had been changed, the old masculine decor was gone,
replaced by an ethereal feminine interior. Before he could go any
further, Monica intercepted him and took him to his room, which had
been the servants quarters. It was very femininely decorated. Joe
looked in the closet. It was full of maid's uniforms.
"Now Joe." Said Monica. "Let me tell you the ground rules. You
must at all times act like a perfect servant. You must pretend
never to notice what goes on around here, and above all never say
a word without being spoken to first."
"Why are they doing this to me?" Joe asked Monica.
"I think you know the answer to that Joe. Just be careful or
you'll be beaten severely."
Monica went on to explain to Joe what was what, and how he was
expected to behave. When she was done, Joe undressed, washed, and
went to bed where he spent a fitful night.
The next morning Joe showered, then got dressed in one of the
uniforms from the closet. He discovered that all of the lingerie
provided for him was the same; black satin bikini panties with
matching garter belts and push-up bras. Joe hooked up the black
stockings that he'd found in a drawer, put on one of the many pairs
of the black patent high-heeled pumps that were in the closet, and
knowing what was expected of him, stepped a petticoat and pulled it
up to his waist. The black satin maid's uniform followed. Joe
figured that he'd be wearing one all time now since that was all
there was in the way of clothing in the closet. Joe zipped up the
dress. His cleavage was exposed and outlined in white lace. The
short skirt was flounced out by the petticoats and with every move
revealed his stocking tops. None of this was new to Joe, as he tied
on the white satin apron with a big bow in back and then rolled his
hair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd only had
to dress like this occasionally. It would be a new experience to
dress like regularly. Naturally, the transvestite responses
programmed into Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out to
the kitchen.
Bob woke up. As he did every morning, he stripped off his
negligee and went to the mirror. "No changes yet." He thought,
disappointed as he examined himself.
Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs of
the development to come. He looked at his hair. Long for a man, the
brown locks were still to short to be styled and permed. Bob was
eagerly looking forward to his first trip to a beauty salon.
Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a crash course in
being a woman. As her price for letting him do this, Gloria had
made Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn't
care; he was on his way. Bob looked down at his shriveled penis. He
had no use for it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do to
keep from grabbing a knife and cutting it off.
Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which would
give him a feminine figure until the hormones did. The thought,
that some day the pads in his bra would be replaced by his own
breasts pleased Bob no end. Over his lingerie, he pulled up panty
hose, dropped a slip over his head, and stepped into a peach linen
dress that buttoned up the front. He buttoned the dress up, put on
the matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white sling-back
pumps. Bob applied some make-up and checked his fingernails, long
and painted red, they were good for now. He put earrings in his
recently pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet,
brushed mousse into his hair, and looked at himself. Yes, he could
pass for a fashionable young woman, he did everyday.
Bob was excited. Today he was to meet Leslie's sister,
Justine, who, he'd been told, had been able to arrange surgery for
him overseas somewhere. Bob sprayed on some perfume and went down
to breakfast.
"It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr. van Damme's." Joe
thought as he scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast. Gloria
didn't have a cook and he had been told that he would have to not
only serve, but also cook breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the rare
dinner that she ate at home.
As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by one
they came in and sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girl
whose name, he had been told, was Roberta.
Bob looked at the new maid. She was all tits and ass in her
revealing little uniform. He thought to himself "she looks like a
little tramp, but if that's what Gloria wants ...?"
Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, you
must be Yvonne?"
Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "oui
Mademoiselle. Bon jour. Would you like some cafe?"
"Well at least she's well trained." He thought.
The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe went
about his chores. He made up all the beds and while vacuuming the
living room, stopped to stare at his picture on the mantle; a
picture of him as a man that is. It was a copy of the same picture
that Joe carried in his little gold locket which he usually wore
when not in uniform. A tear came to his eye, but he just brushed it
aside and, like a good little maid, went on with his work.
The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing,
then help Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking.
As he folded Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger on
what was so peculiar about her. In the drawer, under her panties,
Joe discovered just what it was that was different about her; he
looked at a birth certificate in the name of Robert Watson, with
him, Joseph Watson, listed as the father.
Roberta was a man!
She was his son!
It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pulling
some kind of stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance.
Just then Bob walked in.
Bob looked at Yvonne. Good, she was almost done packing his
things. He was shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"
"Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by a
servant.
Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look of
horror on her pretty face. "You must leave now. Get out of Gloria's
clutches. Go now before ... "
"What is going on here!"
Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.
"Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificate
from Joe's hands. She returned it to Bob.
"You had better be more careful where you put things like
this. And as for you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe,
"Monica will demonstrate what happens to an upstart maid who sticks
her nose in where it does not belong."
Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him. Monica
grabbed his arm, pulled him over to the bed, and sat down. "I'm
sorry Yvonne, but I warned you."
The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength as
she held Joe still with one hand. "Pull up your skirts." She
commanded.
Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirt
and petticoats up around his waist. Monica reached out, pulled his
panties down to his ankles, and threw him over her lap face down.
"Roberta, give me your hairbrush."
Joe was humiliated. To be thrown over Monica's knees like a
little girl, with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see.
Terror replaced his humiliation as soon as the first blow fell. You
see, Joe had resolved to take his spanking like a man, but he was
no longer a man and was shortly bawling his eyes out.
Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for her
indiscretion; she was wailing in a high voice, and her legs were
kicking wildly, hampered by the panties around her ankles. Finally,
with her ass glowing cherry red, she was released.
"Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.
Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed out
her dress, and turned to leave.
"Aren't you forgetting something."
The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merci
Maitresse," then fled the room crying.
"That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned a
lesson from it."
Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes,
as Bob and Dr. van Damme got in the limousine and left for the
airport.
