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Made to Maid – parts 4-6 by Anonymous

Part Four

Well good morning princess, get enough sleep, did we? I heard Mary’s voice ask. Opening my eyes, she stood over me with a smile.

“Yes Ma’am”, I answered but this odd, very light high pitched girl’s voice came out instead. That was weird; I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Hhuum, hhuum. Yes Ma’am,” OH NO! I shuddered as I realized that this was my voice.

Sensing my shock, Mary patted me on the head, “oh, don’t worry Marissa, I had the doctor do a little work on your vocal cords so your voice would match up nicely with your personality,” she said with a mischievous smile, “and now that your nasty little things down there are gone, your voice is never going to change! Isn’t that wonderful, princess!” she cooed at me, stroking my bangs.

“Now get up and get dressed young lady, breakfast isn’t going to make itself!” my employer’ said with her hands on her hips.

Once she left the room, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I really didn’t want to confirm what I already knew but curiosity got the best of me. When I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet, I reached down to touch myself. My scrotum had never been large but now it was clearly empty. I could see two small incisions but there weren’t even any stitches. My scrotum was now just loose skin. I’d never be able to be a father.


I’d never grow into a man.


I broke down and wept at my loss, and at my fate. I was destined now to stay small and feminine. The only remaining masculinity I had was my little penis which would never even get hard anymore.

Following a good cry, I gathered myself up, knowing I better not disappoint Mary. In 20 minutes I was in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast, wearing of course, one of my maid dresses and an apron. This was my fate now to cook and clean and take care of Mary and Jim. This was all my life was worth now. I didn’t even think of escaping anymore I no longer had a place in the outside world.

Mary and Jim came and enjoyed the breakfast I made for them, then went about their day. I too tended to my duties, and like usual, had plenty of time to think while I dusted and polished. The way I figured it, either I accepted my life or I’d go crazy. If I went crazy, either nothing would change or they’d just get rid of me. And I knew ‘getting rid of’ did not mean being fired. Basically I could die or be their maid, and though I hated thinking about it, Jim’s blow job girl as well.

Even though my life was not what I had planned, and was very humiliating, I chose to accept it. And with that admission to myself, I began to feel better about myself. It was like a strange peace came over me. I just let the humiliation of being feminized into a submissive maid go.

That evening, as I knelt between Jim’s thighs with his cock between my lips for the second time, I tried to focus my mind on accepting myself as Marissa. I knew I’d be doing this over and over, so I had to find a way to alleviate the humiliation. The answer was in accepting myself as Marissa. I was no longer Mark in a dress, or Mark forced to be Marissa.

I was Marissa and I had important duties in this house. I was pretty, and sweet, and both Mary and Jim appreciated me. This is what was going through my mind as Jim moaned and began ejaculating inside my mouth.

I shut my eyes, and swallowed dutifully for him, feeling proud that I was pretty enough for him to enjoy my blow job so much. I was glad Mary turned me into Marissa. I was so much more cherished as Marissa than I ever was as the little nerd and wimp I once was. Jim and Mary gave purpose and meaning to my life, and I was grateful.

The following morning things started to fall together for me even more. I no longer went about my duties as if I was a slave. I went about them with a lightness in my step because I wanted to please Mary and Jim.

Even though I was just the maid, I was important to both of them.

I couldn’t believe it myself, but while I worked some days, I actually began fantasizing about having Jim’s cock inside my mouth. I would think about how it felt, about how he moaned and would say nice things to me, and then I’d take him to orgasm.

It was the pinnacle of my duties and of my worth to them. It was the time I felt the most special. I knew part of my feminine thoughts and desires were due to the estrogen in my body, but that was okay. I was a girl now and the estrogen made me feel wonderful.

One month became two, and it wasn’t only my perspective which was changing. My hips were rounder and widening, my skin was softer, and I had developed almost full-A size breasts.

One February evening as I lovingly gave Jim his nightly blow job, he started an uncharacteristic conversation with Mary.

“You know Mary, I’d really like it if you’d agree with my plan. I don’t know what else to say to convince you that it’s a good idea,” he pleaded with her about some plan unknown to myself.

Well,” she said, drawing out the L, “honey, I just worry about her you know. She’s been so enthusiastic lately, I’d be afraid this might dampen her spirit.”

Ok, this was sounding a lot like it was about me now. I wanted to lift my head up and off his penis to ask what this was about, but he held me down firmly and continued to pump my mouth with his thick cock.

“Mary, since when are you concerned about ‘dampening her spirit’!” he said strongly. “I thought we took her in to be our maid, and do whatever we needed. It was never about her needs or happiness, and frankly, I don’t know what’s gotten into you!”

What! This was horrible! I thought I was important to them and he‘s talking about me like I’m nothing!

He began fucking my mouth even harder, ramming his cock past my lips and all the way to the back of my throat making me gag.

Noticing his aggressiveness, she tried to calm him down, alright, alright!” she said in an effort to placate him, “have it your way, just try not to wear her out. I still need her to keep the house nice and the meals worth eating.”

Pleased with his victory, he let up on trying to ram his cock down my throat, and pulled me off him. He manhandled me off the bed and then to my knees as he stood over me, stroking himself. Pulling my head back by the hair so that I was looking up at the ceiling, he began cumming on my face.

As I knelt there before him, feeling his warm and wet semen landing across my lips, cheeks, and even up into my hair, I didn’t feel so loving. I felt used. I felt like a worthless whore nobody cared about.

Finished with me, he got back into bed with Mary, leaving me kneeling there, coated in his sperm. I didn’t feel like swallowing any of his goo tonight, and tried not to as his cum dripped across my lips.

“From now on Marissa, once you finish cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, I want you to go upstairs and wait in your bedroom on your knees.” Jim instructed me as he cuddled with his wife.

“I’ve decided to share your blow job talents with the farmhands. See, I’ve instructed Tom, the farmhand supervisor, to send in his two most productive and hardworking men each day for a little reward from you. You can call it my work incentive program. Tom himself is welcome to you each night as well as long as he meets my expectations for the day.”

My heart sank, knowing I was to be used in such a manner by strangers, and didn’t have any say in it.

“See, the way I figure, you give such a fine blowjob that I’ll have 20 men fighting over themselves all day long to get the chance to stick their cocks inside your lips for a little sweet loving.”

He chuckled to himself, pleased with his plan and reaching out he swatted me on my behind. “Get on outta here now girl, go get some rest,” he commanded.

Reaching my room, his cum had cooled on my face and did not feel very pleasant.

Before I got out of my dress I cleaned it off my face in my bathroom. Looking at the thick globs on the tissue, I began to weep knowing there would be much more of that going down my throat and across my face and there was nothing I could do about it.

This wasn’t fair!

Part Five

Sure enough, after dinner the next night I was sent up to my room to wait on my knees. I waited and waited and absolutely hated my life. I was so submissive and weak, kneeling here, waiting to have some stranger enter my room and rape my mouth.

What a loser I was to let this all happen. I didn’t care anymore. I was such an idiot if they wanted to use my like a little whore who was only good for a few things, then so be it. It fit me.

Ten minutes after I got on my knees, he came in. Seeing me on my knees waiting for him really excited him as he was rock hard before he even got his pants down. It must have been sometime since he’d been with a girl as it didnt take long for him to erupt inside my mouth. I didn’t understand him as he only spoke Spanish, but by his tone he seemed quite pleased with me and that I swallowed his cum for him.

His buddy followed shortly and five minutes later I finished him off as well.

Tom was last and wasn’t nearly as gentle as the workers as he grabbed my head and pumped his cock into me mercilessly until he came down my throat.

Thankfully, Jim didn’t want his cock sucked that evening so I got to go to sleep early.

The weeks turned into months as I went about my routine. The smile on my face was no longer genuine and the step in my gait less perky.

Nonetheless, over a period of months the estrogen continued to do its work on my body. I no longer wore breast forms as I naturally filled out a B-cup bra. My hips were as shapely as any woman’s and my skin as soft. It didn’t help with the feelings though. I was a feminized slave and whore. I was a loser and good for very little. I was an idiot and deserved to be used like a whore.

I didn’t care anymore.

Once I finished blowing the three farmhands after dinner, I found myself fulfilling my duties for Jim again. After he finished in my mouth I swallowed what I could but a good deal oozed out and down my chin.

Watching me blow her husband, Mary leaned over and swept her finger across my chin, gathering up some of the cum. Sticking her finger into my mouth, I obediently licked it clean though with a grimace.

What‘s wrong Marissa?” she asked, “I remember the days when you loved to drink down every drop of his cum?

What a bitch! I thought inside my head, she really made me mad. Maybe it was the depression I was in, but I lost it. I didn’t care anymore.

“Fuck you!” I cried out, though somehow it didn’t carry much weight coming from my little girl’s voice.

As I was about to holler at her some more, she slapped me hard. Then again. And again. Mary began pummeling me so hard Jim had to stop her from killing me.

Grabbing me by the hair, she half dragged me into my bedroom and tied me to the bed still fully dressed.

She was steaming mad and paced the room for several minutes. Calming herself down, she picked up the phone.

“Hi Judith, it’s me, Mary… Good, thanks… Is there any chance I could bring Marissa in tomorrow morning for her SRS?… Oh great, ok, see you in the morning then, bye now.”

What‘s an SRS?” I asked her as she approached me with a ball gag. Ignoring me, she gagged me and then left the room.

Part Six

Once again, the next morning, she helped me dress then drove me cuffed and gagged to the same doctor who’d castrated me.

The same two nurses were there and before I knew it I was strapped down on the operating table with my legs wide apart.

I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke at home in bed the first thing I did was examine my body to find out what they did to me this time. Reaching my groin, my penis was gone. In its place were what felt like girl parts. I could feel my vulva, labia, and had a round tube stuck inside my vagina what I’d later learn is called a dilator.

This was all too unreal and yet it was real. I was a true girl now.


Mary gave me a few days to heal, but within a week I was back performing my duties as her maid. I didn’t know it, but she began putting anti-depressant drugs into my food, and sure enough, they worked.

It wasn’t as bad giving guys blowjobs once I knew I was a real girl now.

I regained my pride in my work as a maid as well, and this seemed to please Mary. I had no more outbursts, and I was treated fairly. Instead of always having to wait for the farmhands on my knees in my room, Mary often had me blow them downstairs under her watchful supervision.

I was still an obedient and subservient maid, but at least I was respected and the guys seemed to find me attractive.

Mary had me keep a dilator inside my vagina for several weeks, and over time, I wore larger and larger ones.

One night as I prepared to give the men their blow job rewards, Mary told me to kneel in the center of the rug on the living room floor. Easing me over onto my hands, she reached back and lifted my skirt up and removed my panties. Taking my dilator out, she put more lubricant on it then worked it back inside me, spreading the lubricant around, then took it out.

Motioning for one of the farmhands to come behind me, I listened as she lubricated him with some lube from a bottle. As he grabbed my hips, I felt his warm, stiff penis push up against my vagina. I grimaced as he penetrated me a little, then slowly began working deeper and deeper until I felt his balls slap against me. It hurt but not as much as the dilators did, and his penis, though erect, wasn’t as hard as the plastic.

I moaned with each of his thrusts, and I involuntarily shuttered in ecstasy. It was my first orgasm as a girl.

Mary, meanwhile, was sitting next to me rubbing my back when she motioned for the other farmhand to come get in front of me. He didn’t require much encouragement before he dropped his pants and pointed his cock right at my mouth. I did as was expected of me and opened my lips for him.

Mary really seemed to like seeing the men do this to me, as she continued rubbing my back and caressing my hair as these two men fucked me from both ends. I squealed out several more times in orgasm, though muffled by the cock in my mouth, before the men came inside me from both ends.

Feeling their warm cum spurt inside me, I lost it again, and shuddered violently, arching my back in a final powerful climax.

Tom was nice to me that night and simply stood over me and jacked off onto my face as I lay there exhausted from the sex.

It was wonderful being a girl, and I relished the thought of what my future held for me.

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Made to Maid – part 3 by Anonymous

Part Three

Nothing ‘bad’ had happened for a week now, since that night Jim did his thing and Mary had me wear that little girl dress the next day. I basically settled into a routine of preparing meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house each day. Mary mostly picked out standard maid dresses for me. All were very feminine, and some even required wearing a petticoat, though thankfully none were quite as humiliating as the little girl dress.

On the weekends at least, I got to wear ‘regular’ dresses, or skirt and blouse combinations. I still had to serve as their maid on weekends though, and wore one of several feminine aprons over my outfit while working.

Somehow, I survived the week without going to the doctor like Mary threatened. I figured she must have just been trying to scare me into behaving properly. It worked, and thankfully, she didn’t have to carry out her threat.

It was now my fourth week as their maid, and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen up after a Tuesday night dinner. I was exhausted again, as I was every day, after a long day’s worth of chores. Their farmhands may have thought themselves as tough, but let me tell you, my job was no cakewalk and it lasted 14 hours a day, every day, on heels!

As I went to turn out the light, Mary came in the kitchen.

“Marissa sweetie, when you’re done in here, please come upstairs to my room, I need your help, okay doll?” She asked kindly.

“Yes Ma’am”, came my reply, eager as always to keep her pleased with me.

She left the kitchen to return upstairs while I stayed back a few moments to pretend like I was cleaning some more. After just a couple of minutes I hurried upstairs to give her the impression of enthusiasm. Stopping just outside their open door I knocked politely.

“Oh, come in dear” Mary called out to me as I saw her undressing.

I walked in and stood there waiting for her next request, as she stripped to her panties. I had never seen her naked like this before and was a little shocked at the sight.

She must have seen me staring at her gorgeous breasts, as she looked at me and said: “Oh, don’t worry your little head, sweetheart, you’ll soon have breasts like mine, probably even larger.”

She giggled, as she made a motion pretending to inject me in the bottom, reminding me of my estrogen shots.

Mary slipped into a silky nightie then got into her bed.

Leaning up against several pillows, she took out a book and began to read. I could hear the shower running and thus figured Jim was in there.

“Um, excuse me Ma’am, but, what was it I could help you with? I asked politely, not wanting to offend her, but nonetheless was feeling ignored.

The shower stopped as she answered me:

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Marissa, how rude of me to keep you standing there after such a long day. Here,” she patted the bed at her feet, “come sit down for a second.”

I obeyed her, grateful to get off my aching feet for a few seconds.

I sat at her feet, and still she said nothing. I tried to figure out what to say next without angering her, but came up empty and decided to just wait for her request. I heard the bathroom light get switched off, then Jim walked out and right past me, stark naked. He walked around to his side of the queen sized bed and lay down, picking up a book as well.

This was a little too weird now, sitting here on their bed, waiting to figure out what the hell she wanted.

“Marissa, darling” Mary said as she sat up next to me, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, “I’ve got a very special job for you tonight, dear.”

She stood up and pulled me up by the wrist.

Instead of walking me out of their room as I expected, she started to walk me around the bed. “You’re going to do a very special thing for Jim tonight called a blow job. Do you know what that is honey?” she asked me ever so sweetly as we stopped at Jim’s feet.

“Of course I knew what that was you crazy bitch from hell!” I screamed at her in my head, as my heart starting pounding from my impending doom.

“Ahh, no Ma’am… Ahh, I mean, yes Ma’am, I have heard of it.” What the hell was I saying! I was so nervous and scared I started trembling

“Good, good girl, Marissa,” she cooed, “it really is quite easy. Go ahead and get on the bed for me, and crawl up on your knees between Jim‘s legs.”

What! Now! I wasn’t ready. Oh No! I closed my eyes and forced myself to lift my knee up onto the bed, wanting to avoid angering her, and especially him. He spread his legs for me, and I crawled up right inside his large hairy legs, resting my hands on his thighs, and I began to shake.

I could not believe I was doing this!

His penis was just inches from my face.

“That’s a girl,” came her encouragement, “now just move your head down further and take his penis into your mouth sweetheart,” she ordered gracefully as she pushed my head down.

Helpless to resist her pushing, his penis touched my lips.

My brain screamed, “NO!!”, but I obeyed Mary out of fear and opened my mouth.

His large penis was warm and soft as it slipped into my mouth and my heart sank as I began my first blow job. I didn’t know what to do! I couldn’t go through with this! I knew I couldn’t exactly lift my head up and ask them not to make me do this because she’d be sure to beat the hell out of me. Not that I even had that option as Mary held my head down anyway.

“Ok, Ok,” I thought. I tried to tell myself this wasn’t so bad, this wasn’t so bad, I could do this. After all, he smelt clean and fresh after coming out of the shower.

His cock slowly started to get bigger as Mary forced my head, and thus my mouth, up and down over it. My mouth was soon filled by his hard, thick cock and he placed his hands on top of my head as well. Satisfied her husband could take it from there Mary went back to her side of the bed and resumed reading her book as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

This was getting less comfortable by the second as he took control by pushing down on my head, forcing his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I felt like my eyes were going to bulge out as he tried to stuff his cock down my throat. I tried to ask him to ease up, but his cock muffled my plea into a frail moan that only seemed to excite him more.

I was utterly powerless now as he fully controlled my head, forcing it to bob up and down over his manhood. Still tucked up kneeling between his legs, I could only lift my hands a little off his thighs. I instinctually spread my fingers apart in a sign of helplessness and distress, but he was unconcerned. My jaws ached as he thrust himself in and out of my lips, his hips moving up and down as he moaned. For some reason I finally noticed my earrings and breasts were bouncing wildly from my facefucking, adding yet another feminizing experience to this nightmare.

Mary interrupted the silence: “Good girl Marissa. You’ve really got him going. Thank you so much for helping me out tonight. See, I don’t like giving Jim blow jobs, and you’re gonna find out why in a few seconds by the looks of things,” she giggled and continued, “that plus he’ll last longer for me when we have sex after you leave. And yes honey, just in case you were wondering, this is going to be one of your regular duties several nights a week from now on.”

“NO!!” I groaned out, though again muffled by his penis stuffed inside my mouth.

At this moment he began cumming without warning, as I felt his cock erupting inside my mouth, his semen splashing against the back of my throat. I gagged violently, but was able to avoid vomiting as he pulled his cockhead back to my lips and ejaculated more. His cum began oozing out between his cock and my lips, running all down my chin.

“Oh, I almost forgot girl,” Mary added as my mouth filled with his warm jism, “Don’t worry about breakfast tomorrow morning, your doctor said no food before your castration.”

She giggled then continued: “But be sure to swallow down his sperm like a good girl, I don’t want to see any mess on my bed.”

With that he pulled his cock out and I closed my lips and turned my head to the side. I couldn’t believe how much he came! I couldn’t believe what she just said! My mouth was so full, I took a big gulp and felt the huge glob slide as it went down into my stomach.

“I guess you can see why I don’t like blowing him now, can’t you girl?” Mary giggled. “He cums so much he makes me, well now, you, gag before you can even swallow it down!”

She pushed my head back down to his sticky coated cock and told me to clean him up. I obeyed and licked him clean for her, feeling a wave of femininity rush all over me. I actually felt like a real girl. It was a very strange sensation but I felt almost proud of being pretty and feminine enough to make him cum like that. This involuntary feeling just popped into my head, and I quickly fought it mentally. I figured it must have been the female hormones kicking in and messing with my brain.

When I regained my thoughts, however, the humiliation of what I just did, and what tomorrow would bring hit me even harder.

Lying there by his softening penis, his taste lingered in my mouth. My heart sank as I remembered who I was and what was happening to me.

As my eyes became teary, Mary quietly helped me up and walked me out of their bedroom. My knees felt so weak I didn’t think I’d make it back to my room but we did.

She helped me undress and get into my gown without saying a word.

I was in a half trance anyway, feeling utterly hopeless and defeated. Lying down onto my bed, I tucked myself into a fetal position and shut my eyes.

Mary stayed in the room though I didn’t pay her much attention. I felt her place soft leather cuffs around my ankles. Gently pulling my arms out, she then placed cuffs on my wrists as well. Easing me onto my back, I began to refocus on what she was doing and started to become alarmed.

She secured my feet within seconds to the foot-post, and I sat up in bed. “What… what are you doing? Why are you tying me like this?” I asked softly.

Her response was to walk back to me and place her left hand on my chest, pushing me back down on the bed. Taking my wrists in her hands, she brought them over my head and up to the center of the headboard. Bending over me, she secured my wrists to the bed. Her nightgown swept across my face as I watched her breasts hidden only partially by the sheer material, come closer and then touch my face as she finished with my wrists.

Finally, she spoke: Wouldn’t want my little girl getting any second thoughts before her big day tomorrow, now would we?” she cooed at me, her breasts in my face.

Standing back up, she patted me on the head and smiled. I shut my eyes in disgust and when I reopened them she had a syringe in her hands, just inches from my shoulder. After a quick swab with an alcohol pad, I felt the sting.

“Sweet dreams princess,” she said, lowering my gown sleeve back down before she walked out of my room.

A few seconds later I awoke, confused and groggy. The light was on in room and Mary was standing over me, unfastening my bonds.

Looking at the clock, it was 4 am already. I figured to myself that the shot must have messed up my sleep and I didn’t even know six hours had passed. My thoughts began to clear as she helped me through my morning routine.

Before I knew it, I was walking with her to car, dressed in a long floral dress.

Stopping at the passenger side, she took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I faced away from her. Even though she hadn’t said anything all morning long about where we were going, I knew what she had planned, though I just couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this it was just too far-fetched.

Nonetheless, I was very nervous and it didn’t help when she took my wrists behind me and cuffed them together. After getting me into the car and fastening the seat belt for me, she placed a ball gag into my mouth and secured it with a strap going around my head. I was really getting scared now as she got into the driver’s side and we started off.

It was still dark out and we drove for quite some time. Mary was silent for the 90 minute trip, only the sound of the radio and the car’s engine broke the silence. Despite being very nervous, I shut my eyes and tried to forget what was going on. Soon enough I was able to fall asleep.

The next thing I knew, the car door opened and Mary helped me out. We were inside of some kind of underground garage, and there were only a few other cars parked nearby. Escorting me by the upper arm, Mary and I walked into an elevator and rode to the 2nd floor. Entering into a doctor’s office which read “Meredith Loveli, MD, Obstetrics and Gynecology”, I thought it odd that nobody else was around, and that we didn’t have to wait in the lobby.

Walking right through the back door, Mary handed me off to a nurse on the inside part of the office. This nurse was a young and very pretty redhead wearing the typical white nurse’s dress. She introduced herself as Jill, and with a smirk, walked me into a small room where she helped me undress. Her sweet look was deceiving though as she handled me in a domineering fashion and was quite stern. She made it clear who was in charge.

Once I was completely undressed, Jill escorted me into an adjacent room, holding me tightly by the upper arm. As I entered it, with my hands covering my privates, I noticed the room was larger than the first and had another nurse in it. Jill and the second nurse helped me up and onto a table in the center of the room. Sitting down, it was very cold and in reaction, I tried to stand back up. That’s when they got really aggressive with me and pushed me down hard.

The table was so cold I wanted to get up but the second nurse, a more robust middle-aged blond woman, lay across my body and wouldn’t let me up as Jill quickly tightened 2 straps across my body so I couldn’t get up. My wrists and elbows were also secured to the table. This was not good.

My gag was still in, as nobody ever thought to take it out, so all I could do was yell in hopes one of the ladies would care about my distress. After all, they were nurses and tried to help people, right?

Not these two, though, as they simply went about their business.

While getting onto the table I had noticed two stirrups like the ones they have for women’s exam tables, jutting out from the end of the table.

Sure enough, they didn’t waste any time as each nurse quickly and forcefully took one of my legs and placed each heel in a stirrup.

A few seconds later my ankles were bound to the contraption as well. My legs were elevated and spread apart in a very vulnerable position. Coming up to the front of the table, Jill pulled my head back, making me arch my neck, and then secured my head to the table with a strap across my forehead. An IV pole was wheeled over to the table and I felt a sting as she started the IV in my arm. In a few seconds I felt spacey and began falling in and out of sleep.

I remember being washed and the nurses, now gowned and masked, placing towels over me. That’s all I remembered until I woke up again, this time in another room.

It was my room at home. I totally didn’t even remember the trip home. I hated those drugs! As I awoke, I still felt spacey and confused and just wasn’t able to clearly make sense of things. All I knew was that I was in one of my nighties and was lying under the sheets. I felt safe and drifted back to sleep.

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Made to Maid – part 2 by Anonymous

Part Two

It had been two weeks now in my new role as Marissa, and though I didn’t like it much, I was adapting. Jim and Mary have been relatively nice to me at least they were polite and since my first spanking and few face slappings, didn’t get hit anymore. I worked very hard keeping house for them, and by the end of the day I actually looked forward to getting into one of my ‘little girl‘ nightgowns (and out of the uncomfortable maid’s dress and heels).

Each night as I lay in bed I’d think of ways to escape, and a general plan emerged. Essentially, I was going to do everything they asked of me and make it seem like I was happy with my new life. Once I had their confidence and trust I just knew they’d slip up and take me into town with them or let me see where they left their keys.

Those were the only ways I could ever communicate with someone else since the only phone they had was a coded car-phone in his truck, which was useless to me. I thought about the postman, but their mailbox was a good mile down the road and it wasn’t likely I could time an escape just right.

That plus the mailman wouldn’t necessarily be trustworthy and all I’d need would be for him to turn me back to Jim and Mary and I was dead.


Tonight, I was exhausted as usual and was laying there looking up at the ceiling, fantasizing about my escape, and then just thinking. As far as kidnappings went it could have been a lot worse. Sure I have to live like, well, as a girl, but at least I was alive and wasn’t being abused or anything. Plus I’d get out of here eventually.

Just as I began to drift off my door opened and someone walked in. I was too tired to do much other than open my eyes and look at who walked in. It was Jim.

He never came into my room, and I wondered what he wanted.

He shut the door behind him and walked right up to my bed. Just as I was about to ask him what he wanted, he spoke quietly.

“Shhh there Marissa, be a good girl and stay quiet for me,” I hated when they called me girl as if I were one.

My eyes opened widely in shock as I watched him unfasten his belt, then lower his pants to reveal his penis. I’d never seen a man’s penis up close like this before, especially one so long and big. I didn’t know what to do except stay quiet like he told me too.

He wrapped his hand around his thing and began stroking it. I’d only heard about guys jacking off, not having done it myself since my puberty was delayed. Of course, I was incredibly uncomfortable and didn’t like being so close to his cock so I began to shuffle away from him across my bed.

Where do you think you’re going young lady? Get back over here,” he commanded.

I was mortified at whatever the hell was happening. All I knew was he was getting sexual and referring to me clearly as a girl! Scared of angering him even more though, I reluctantly obeyed hoping he wouldn’t touch me or anything.

“Closer” he ordered.

I moved closer to the edge, keeping my eyes away from him. “Closer” he said again, causing my heart to beat even faster.

“Damn it!” I screamed in my head, hating having to feel so powerless.

I moved again, and this time felt his penis bump into the side of my head. Oh god no!

“That’s a girl Marissa. Such a pretty girl” he cooed. I winced at his words. “Now turn your head this way doll,” he asked, and with loathing I obeyed once again.

There was nothing for me to do except just lay there and watch him stroking his now hard and long cock just inches above my face, praying he wouldn’t make me do anything with it! I had to find a way to escape sooner!

Who knows what he would be doing to me with that thing of his tonight let alone in the days to come!

With his spare hand, he took the covers off me and exposed me laying there in one of my frilly pink nightgowns. I could do nothing except lie on my back and wait for him to finish.


I hadn’t thought about it yet even though I didn’t, I knew guys ejaculated sperm and stuff from jacking off. This was going to be so humiliating.

“Oh princess, you’re so pretty lying there in your little nightie. So pretty and precious. MMMM” he groaned and moaned, torturing me with every sound.

“Ohh… Ohhhh yeah… MMMM… Ohhhh…”

He moved even closer to me and aimed his hard dick right down at me. Arching his head back, he let out a good long moan, then stopped stroking himself. His cock rested right on top of my upper lip as it began squirting wet, warm gooey stuff. I shut my eyes just as I saw his whole body, and especially his hips, tense up and rhythmically shudder.

“Yeahhhhhhhh… OOOOOOOhhhh... he moaned as he ejaculated more of his thick cum across my face. I felt so submissive and helpless, it was awful.

After what seemed like an eternity he lifted his cock from my face.

My left eye was coated with his semen but I was able to open my right one.

He reached down and put his finger onto my face, sweeping his cum towards my lips, pooling it there. He did this several times until I could feel a large amount of cum resting right on top of my lips.

This was so awful!! I wanted to jump up and run into the bathroom but I was paralyzed with fear.

With his big hands he next squeezed both of my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth. There was nothing I could do as his cum simply slid down into my mouth. He used his finger again to wipe the rest of his goo into my mouth, then pinched my nose shut.

“Be a good girl and swallow for me princess” he ordered. I was so incredibly repulsed!

What a bastard for making me do this!

Powerless, I obeyed with complete disgust but, to him, all he knew was I obeyed him dutifully.

I half-gagged at the taste of the thick, salty globs sliding down my throat.

I swallowed several times but couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth. I felt so utterly feminine and humiliated as I watched him pull his pants back up and leave without saying another word. It was all too much and I began to weep. Even though I had grown accustomed to it, my nightgown suddenly no longer felt ‘normal and instead now tortured me with an engulfing femininity I knew I could not escape. The aftertaste of the cum and knowing I had to be dressed in a maid’s dress at 6 am didn’t help either.

After ruminating over my horrible situation, I eventually cried myself to sleep.

In the morning, I got up and went in the bathroom as usual. My face itched a bit, and in looking in the mirror I realized there was dried cum spread about my face. I quickly tossed off my nightgown and panties and got into the shower to wash it off. A few minutes later I was finished and after drying off and applying lotion to my body like Mary told me to, I went out to my bedroom.

Each morning while I showered, Mary would pick an outfit for me to wear, and leave it on my bed or hanging from one of the bedposts. After last night, I really wasn’t in the mood to put on a dress at all, and was hoping whatever she picked was tame. My heart sank this morning as I saw today’s outfit was the worst yet.

Instead of the usual ‘hotel-maid’ dress, she hung a frilly pink thing from the bedpost. On the bed was a frothy petticoat, pink lace stockings and garter belt, with a matching bra. Below the bed were, naturally, matching 4″ pink pumps. Staring at this absurdly feminine dress, I lost it, and fell to the rug and began crying my heart out.

I just couldn’t do this anymore.

Mary must have heard my crying as she entered my room and walked right up to me. Her soft nightgown flowed over my back as she stood over me. I turned over onto my back to look up at her.

What‘s wrong Marissa? Did you fall and hurt yourself princess? she asked in a concerned voice.

Still weeping, it took me a few seconds to respond: “No” was all I could get out.

Well, what is it then young lady!? You have breakfast to fix!” she said with her hands on her hips.

“I… I… I can’t… sniff… sniff… take it anymore Mary… please help me, I don’t want to be a girl anymore. I’m not a girl” I blurted out, appealing to her humanity.

Well I Never!” she steamed out angrily, bending down to me. My head was yanked backwards and then she slapped my face hard several times as she pulled me up by my hair.

“You ungrateful child!” she slapped me again, then sat on the bed, pulling me across her lap. “If you want to cry, I’ll give you something to cry about my little prissy girl” I tried to get up but she had me pinned by keeping my arm twisted high up on my back.

“And stop your damn fidgeting girl, you’re only making me madder!” she ordered as she began spanking my bare bottom.

“After all I’ve done for you, training you, giving you beautiful clothes, and this wonderful home to live in… This is how you repay me?!!!”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“I’m sorry Ma’am,” I screamed through my tears, wanting her to stop as she was really making my bottom sting and burn.

“You know Marissa, I think I’m just going to have to call my doctor friend in the city and schedule your castration for next week.”

“WHAT! NO!” I screamed inside my head.

“NO! WAIT! Please! You don’t have to do that. Ma’am, I promise I’ll be good!” I pleaded.

“Too late young lady, it’ll be for your own good. Those things are obviously inspiring you to be cranky, besides, you already had an appointment to have them off in February, so all I’m doing is moving up the time table a bit. You’ll thank me for it one day, you’ll see.” She finally had stopped hitting me, and was softly caressing my red bottom.

“Now get your pretty self dressed and go get breakfast started for us” she said gently as she released me.

I simply stood there weeping softly as she left my room, shutting the door behind her. Stunned, I lost all hope. It was all over for me. My life was truly fucked. I had to block it all out or I’d go crazy. I couldn’t though. My knees went weak as I thought about being castrated.

Turning back towards the dress I began to cry again. Not wanting to get walloped again, I threw myself face down against my bed to muffle my cries. I screamed into the pillow, knowing I had to get dressed now or face another spanking or worse. Reluctantly, I dragged myself up and put my panties on. Once I had the bra, stockings and garter belt on, I stepped into the petticoat. Pulling it up to my waist, I not only felt but really KNEW I was defeated.

Quickly, I took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it as well, not wanting to see myself in the petticoat. Zipping it up in the back, it fit snugly across my chest and breasts. I bent down to put my pumps on and had a great deal of trouble doing it as the skirt was so full and flounced out by the frothy petticoats.

Finally dressed, I sat at the vanity to put my makeup on. I felt like vomiting and nearly did as I looked at the little girl in the mirror. The satin dress, with its puffy princess sleeves, ruffled hem, bows and ribbons was more suitable as a 3-year-old’s Easter dress.

How was I ever going to deal with this?

Finished with my makeup and jewelry, I got up to leave the room. I almost forgot the pink bonnet and small white lace apron on the bed, but I quickly put those on and went downstairs. The house was quite still as I went about preparing breakfast for my captors. I hated myself for being so submissive. I was actually doing my best to make a good breakfast as the little domestic maid for the man that had ejaculated all over my face last night and for the woman who planned to have me castrated.

Dressed as I was, I was not exactly looking forward to seeing, let alone serving them, this morning.

Mary came down first, just as I was wrapping their bacon in paper towels to dry off.

“The bacon smells wonderful Marissa,” she said, acting as if nothing unusual was going on, “I hope you made mine nice and crisp like I like it.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered, wishing to yell at her instead.

Jim then came into the kitchen and took his seat at the table. I was expected to offer him coffee each morning without delay and knew I had to attend to this duty again.

Quickly stepping over to him in my little girl dress, I kept my head down in shame. “May I offer you some coffee, sir?” I asked daintily and ashamed.

He paused for what seemed like an eternity and probably just to rub in the humiliation of having to serve him like this after last night.

“Ahh, yah Marissa, I’ll take some,” came his reply and I filled his mug.

Somehow, though it was intensely distressing, I made it through breakfast without having a nervous breakdown and was soon at work dusting and cleaning. Every second of the day I felt the shame and embarrassment of my feminization unlike any other day since I’d been kidnapped.

Eventually though, by the following morning, things mellowed out inside my skull and I fell back into my routine.

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Made to Maid – part 1 by Anonymous

Part One

It was great having my own car. Even though it was a just a used Neon, I didn’t care. A car was a car. My parents had bought it for me only a few weeks ago for my 18th birthday. And today, I was making the drive by myself from Omaha to Chicago for a cousin’s wedding. I was shocked when they said I could make the drive myself, but happy to have the newfound freedom.

Having left after school, I knew it I wouldn’t make it to Chicago until around midnight. A few days before I left, I plotted out my course, and found I could make better time by getting off the interstate just outside of Des Moines, and taking several country roads across Iowa. It was just starting to get dark when I pulled onto route 738 heading northeast.

My trip was going right according to plan, and I was making great time on the deserted country road. It was 7:30 and pretty much pitch black except for my headlights. The overcast sky blacked out the stars and jilabout it snowing. The weather report didn’t say it was going to snow this early November evening, but it wouldn’t be the first time they were wrong.

Every few dozen miles I’d pass a little dinky town, though there really wasn’t much of anything out here except farms. The heartland of America it was neat to be driving right through the center of it, knowing these farms produced vast amounts of food for the country and the world.

Yes, I sounded like a Sunday morning commercial, but it really was cool feeling the quiet power of it all.

Anyway, my tank was getting low and I began looking for gas. I decided to stop at the next gas station regardless of their prices. Finally, around 8 pm, I came to another dinky little town and pulled into a 2 pump station. I knew the Neon had a slow oil leak so I popped the hood, and put a quart of oil into a funnel, then left it to drain while I got the gas pumping. I felt so competent out here, and fantasized the couple of people inside with the clerk probably thought I was pretty capable too.

While I waited for both the oil and the gas, the urge to pee hit me bad just as a frigid gust of wind hit me and I promptly walked over the bathroom, and went in, glad to find the door unlocked.

Finished with my business, I came to see a man standing by the hood of my car. As I approached the large farmer he stepped away.

“Looks like just a little oil leak there young fella, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need a hand or anything,” he said as he waved and walked back to his large truck.

“Thanks” I replied, happy to find such friendly and concerned people out here, “it’s no big deal.” I smiled and waved back. He got into his truck and drove off while I finished up with my car, then paid the clerk.

Back on the road, I drove a little faster, trying to make up a little for the lost time at the station. I noticed the “service engine soon” warning light on my dash was lit, though didn’t worry because it came on a lot, and besides, the car was driving fine. It didn’t drive fine for long though, as I couldn’t have been 10 miles from the station when everything just died.

The engine, the lights, everything. I pushed hard on the brakes, and had to use every ounce of energy to control the steering wheel, but finally I was able to get the car stopped on the side of the road.

“Shit!” I yelled out loud, thinking this was seriously bad timing for the car to die as I tried starting it several times and got no response.

My heart began to beat loudly as I got scared. Other than knowing how to put oil in, I was clueless about cars. I resigned myself to stay in the car and wait for another friendly farmer to drive by and give me a hand.

Several minutes went by before the thought hit me that I better put some flares out since it was so dark out here. All I’d need was for a semi to come by and not see my little subcompact until it was too late. As I laid the second flare down, I was glad to see headlights coming my way. When the lights got closer, I realized it was a truck, and when they stopped, I was glad to see the same farmer from the gas station.

A woman I took to be his wife stayed in the truck as he got out. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked kindly.

“I have no idea!” I answered, frustrated and angry at the situation.

He walked around and asked me to release the hood and I watched as he inspected my engine with a flashlight, touching a few parts here and there.

“Not good, my friend” he said gravely as the cold night wind had me shivering, “this little thing isn’t going anywhere. Your electrical system is all shorted out, I’m sorry to say.”

“Great! What does that mean?” this car-breaking down stuff was definitely not in my plans. “Well fella, it means your car ain’t going anywhere tonight.”

He paused, thinking. “Tell you what, I can tow ya to my place and I’ll let ya spend the night there, we’ve got plenty of room. First thing in the morning, I’ll get ya over to my mechanic. Sound alright?” he offered sincerely.

“Yes, great! Thank you so much! That’s so great of you. How much do you want for your help?” I asked.

“Ahhh, come now, young man. Out here in the country we help each other out when we’re in need, so don’t you worry about paying us anything. Someday you can return the favor to someone else in need.”

These people were so fantastic! Thank god I didn’t break down in New York City! “Go get in the cab with my wife and get yourself warm, I’ll get her hooked up”.

I didn’t hesitate to get out of the freezing air and was soon in the truck.

“Hi. I’m Mark. You guys are so nice for helping me out”. I said to the beautiful blond woman sitting next to me. She looked in her early 30s, and seemed to have a very nice figure under her dress and coat. She was several inches taller than me even sitting in the car. Since I was 5’3″ and 120 lbs., I figured her to be about 5’8″ and 145 lbs. Her bear of a husband was at least 6’2″ and 220 lbs.

We chatted for just a few minutes while her husband prepped my car for towing. I learned her name was Mary and her husband’s name was Jim. She told me they had a place just a few minutes from here and she’d be glad to have me stay for the night.

Meanwhile, Jim came back into the truck and maneuvered us to pick up the Neon. Hopping back out for a second, he connected the tow chain and was back in the cab in a jiffy. “Here we go.” he proclaimed as we left the shoulder and I praised my good fortune. I was really lucky they came along, since during the several minutes since they’d arrived, no other cars came by, and god only knows how much longer I’d have waited.

In the truck on the way to their home they asked me a lot of questions about myself which I answered. I felt very comfortable with them and they soon learned quite a bit about me. They knew where I was going, what my parents did, how high school was going for me, etc., etc. They even discovered that I was a virgin, and being so small, hadn’t been able to attract a girl to even go on a single date with. They treated me with respect though, and didn’t make fun of me.

As for them, they’d been married since high school, and didn’t have children anymore. Their one girl died tragically 2 years back after getting hit by a car on the same road we were on.

Jim, as it turned out, had been a star defensive end for the football team, and Mary had been the cheerleading captain back in their ‘glory’ years. He inherited the 15,000 acre farm from his Dad who had died a decade earlier.

The trip took a good 30 minutes, most of the way was on dirt roads. At last, the truck pulled down a long driveway and up in front of a large 2 story house.

Wow! Some house!” I said in awe.

“Yeah, we like it, though I’ll tell ya, it’s a lot to keep up” came Mary’s reply.

“Go ahead in with the missus, Mark, I’ll take care of your car and bring your suitcase in for ya”, Jim offered.

“Thanks” I said.

Mary walked ahead of me up the porch stairs and in through the front door. Inside, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the lavishness of their home. It was certainly done in a country style, but the furniture and appointments were clearly expensive.

She walked into a nicesized kitchen and offered me a sandwich from the fridge. I was quite hungry so thanked her for it and quickly scarfed it down.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

“Oh, no thanks. That sandwich really hit the spot.”

“Good, good, that’s sweet of you to say.” She smiled, “how about I show you your room while Jim is tending to your car and things.”

“Ok, thanks”

I followed her out of the kitchen and up a staircase. We walked down a hallway, turned left down another hallway then came to a door on the right. This house must be 5,000 square feet, I thought to myself.

“I hope you don’t mind using my daughter’s room, but it’s the only one I have made up right now.” Mary said.

“Oh, it’s no problem, really, you’ve been so kind, I can’t complain.” I said, as she opened the door and walked in, turning the light on.

I turned and followed her in. I was stunned at what I saw and froze in my tracks. The room overflowed in little girl femininity. The light lavender shag carpet matched a large dresser and vanity, as well as ruffled lace window blinds. The center of the room was dominated by a pink 4-poster canopy bed, adorned with matching pink lace linens. The room had its own bathroom and large walk-in closet.

“Ok then,” Mary said, breaking the silence, “why don’t you hop in the shower and I’ll go check to see what’s keeping Jim so long. I’ll have your clothes waiting for you when you get out”

“Alright,” I tried to sound like it was no big deal having to stay in a room like this. She then spun around and left.

Looking around the room I wondered to myself why she hadn’t packed her daughter’s room up. The walk-in closet was just barely open but I could see it still held girl’s clothes in there. The only thing I could think of was how in the movies sometimes a parent will keep up a kid’s room as it was, even after they were dead.

Anyway, I entered the bathroom, and as I expected it was lavishly feminine. Not bothering to wait for Jim to bring my stuff, I undressed and got into the shower. It felt good to be under the warm water after being out in the cold earlier. Not having any choice, I had to use the strawberry shampoo and scented girl’s soap, but at this point I didn’t care.

Getting out of the shower, I dried off and noticed my clothes were gone, figuring Mary, being the considerate hostess, probably already took them out to wash them for me.

I wrapped the pink towel around me and stepped back into the bedroom. I was a little shocked to see Mary waiting for me on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed and facing me. I glanced around and didn’t see my suitcase.

“Is Jim back yet?” I asked, wondering where my clothes were. Mary didn’t answer right away, but kept looking at me. “Come sit down dear, I have something I want to discuss with you.” She patted the bed next to her.

This sounded odd, I thought to myself. She almost looked upset, in a way.

Putting her arm around me, she said, “you know sweetie, your car didn’t die by accident.”

“Huh?” I asked, befuddled.

Why don’t you just stay quiet and listen to what I have to say,” Mary said in a surprisingly stern voice.

Caught off guard by her firmness, I nodded in acquiescence.

When we saw you at the station, we instantly knew you were the one. Jim made sure your car would die while you were in the gas station restroom.”

“You might as well know that you’ll not be leaving tomorrow morning. In fact, you’ll simply not be leaving,” she said calmly, keeping her arm snugly around me. This was nuts! What was this lady thinking! What had I stupidly let myself get into?!!

“In fact while you were busy eating your snack and showering, Jim was busy burning your belongings and getting rid of your dinky little car. Nobody saw us pick you up, nobody saw you come to our farm, and in a few weeks, you’ll just be thought of as another lost runaway.”

“Fuck you lady! Let me the hell out of here right now or you are going to regret it!” I yelled at her, then wiggled free from her grip.

In a flash she was on her feet as well, and before I could react, she slapped me hard across the cheek. My head spun to the side as she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and yanked me down across her lap as she sat back down. Mary then grabbed my right arm and twisted it high up behind my back with her other hand.

“Don’t you ever, EVER, disrespect me like that again!” she blazed angrily at me as she released my hair and lifted my towel to expose my bare bottom. She was a strong woman, and even though she wasn’t that much bigger than I was, she overpowered me with relative ease.

“Ouch!” I cried out as she smacked my bottom hard with her hand. “You will learn to behave yourself and…” Smack!

“… respect both Jim and I…” Smack!

“…even if takes me beating the hell out of you.” She continued spanking me. “You are going to learn…” Smack!

“…to be our live-in maid, and you will be…” Smack!

“…obedient! Do I…” Smack!

“…make myself…” Smack!


She awaited my answer, hand raised high ready to deliver another smack to my tender and already excruciatingly painful ass if it wasn’t to her satisfaction.

“Okay, okay! Alright!” I cried out through my tears, not yet fully realizing what was going on apart from having got myself mixed up with a full-fledged female head banger.

“I’m going to teach you everything you need to know to behave as a proper maid and young lady, and if you do a real good job maybe you can avoid more spankings,” she said, now rubbing my bottom lightly.

Through the stinging pain, I finally realized just how insane this was and what she wanted from me. Fearing more spankings though, I held my tongue.

“Just in case you decide to get cute and try to leave us, remember that we’re miles away from the nearest neighbor, and from the nearest road. If you escape, you should understand that we’ll find you easily and kill you on the spot. You wouldn’t be the first we’ve had to put down like that, so if you’re smart you won’t doubt our resolve or our abilities. Nobody says you have to enjoy your job here but you will stay. All you have to do is be a good girl and do as you’re told all the time.”

I was speechless.

This couldn’t be happening!

She stood me up and walked me back into the bathroom where she proceeded to dye my shoulderlength hair blonde. While I stood naked in the tub she rubbed Nair all over my body, then told me to turn around and bend over. I did and soon felt a sharp prick in my bottom as she gave me a shot.

“Don’t worry sweetie, or shall I say,Marissa’, I just injected you with some longacting estrogens.”

Turning me around she looked me in the eyes, “I’m gonna give you a shot every other week and before you know it you’ll be filling out nicely as a young woman.”

In my thoughts I wanted to tell her to go to hell and that I thought she was the most sick, evil woman I’d ever met. I knew though that I couldn’t even look at her wrong unless I wanted to get spanked again, so I simply looked down, knowing she had me.

At least for now anyway.

She washed the Nair, and thus my body hair, off with the shower hose, then helped me out of the tub. Mary sat me down at the vanity then straddled my legs and sat on my lap, pinning me to the chair.

She first quickly styled my hair with a blow-dryer and hair spray. Without getting up, she next began plucking my eyebrows and didn’t stop until I had wispy feminine arches. After that, it didn’t take her but ten seconds to pierce both my ears with a piercing gun.

She next placed two dangly earrings that bumped into the side of my neck with every movement, which never let me forget I was wearing them. Getting off my lap she took a chair next to me. Using a nail-file she shaped my nails into feminine curves and applied pink polish to them all. My nails weren’t that long but she told me I’d be expected to let them grow out another 1/3 of an inch, and keep them freshly painted at all times.

Finally done in the bathroom she stood me up. Leading me by the wrist this beautiful, but mean, woman walked me back into the room and to the dresser. Opening a drawer full of girl’s things she picked out a pair of flowered pink panties and a matching bra. From other drawers she selected a lacy pink slip, white pantyhose and a padded girdle.

I began breathing heavy, hating every second of what she was putting me through but having no voice in the matter whatsoever.

“Here you go sweetie,” she said as she handed me the panties. Reluctantly, I took them and put them on.

Once I had them on I couldn’t believe I was doing this! I was wearing panties like a girl, and what really terrified me is just how many more days I was likely to keep wearing them. In my mind I decided I was just going to go along with this craziness just long enough to think of a foolproof escape plan.

I was smart and knew I could think of something.

Turning me around she helped me into the bra. I rolled my eyes as I felt so stupid standing there dressed like this. Lifting one of my bra cups outward Mary caught me off guard by slipping in a fake breast. A few seconds later I had two of them.

Standing back to appraise me she commented: “Well there, look at the little girl, isn’t she growing up fast!” I’d later learn my bra size was a 34B.

All I knew then was how completely silly I felt. Those things actually jiggled and shook just like I’ve seen with real women.

“Don’t your worry your sweet little head darling, you won’t have to use these forms for more than a few months until you have your own voluptuous breasts,” she told me with a smile.

The girdle came next, and once it was on, I noticed that it completely flattened my front like a girl and gave me hips at the same time.

“That is your special girdle, Marissa. I got several just for you and I want you to wear one at all times. Do you understand me!?” Mary commanded and asked.

“Yah whatever”.

Without warning she slapped me hard, making my head spin.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that young lady!” she steamed, “You will speak to me and everyone else here with deference. That means you will say yes Sir or Ma’am, no Sir, or no Ma’am” and always, I mean always use please, thank you and you’re welcome. Do I make myself understood, young lady!?”

She stood with brows furrowed threateningly at me.

“Yes Ma’am, Thank you Ma’am I replied, humiliated beyond belief at being so dominated by this lady.

“That’s better. Now sit down and put on your pantyhose. No, better yet,” she paused while she went back into one of the drawers, pulling out new lingerie, “let’s get you used to wearing a garter belt and stockings, it’s much more feminine and appropriate for a pretty girl like you.”

She helped me into the pink lace garter belt and white stockings, showing me how to roll them up my legs and attach the garters properly.

The slip came next.

A chill went through my spine that’s hard to describe as she had me don the dainty full-slip. It was so thoroughly feminizing I wanted to puke. She didn’t give me a chance though as she walked me into my closet and selected a dress for me.

A few seconds later she zipped me in from the back and I was wearing a standard light grey and pink maid’s dress, not unlike something you may see a maid wear at a nice hotel.

After getting into two-inch white pumps, she took me back into the bathroom and finished my look with makeup.

She spent a good two hours that night giving me lessons and drilling me on feminine mannerisms, gestures, speech, and etiquette. Finally at 2 am, she began to tire and had me change into a hideously feminine nightgown fit for a 5 year old girl, and then left me just like that. Curiously, I was unwilling to try to escape just then, though I did try the door knob after she left.

Sure enough, it was locked from the outside.

The next day was no different and after assisting me to get dressed again in the same maid’s dress, my training’ continued. The only breaks I got were when she sent me off to dust and polish the furniture while she would watch TV or go off somewhere.

She even had me wait on her and Jim during lunch and dinner and I quickly learned that would be one of my daily duties as well. I was only allowed to eat after Jim and she were finished and the kitchen was cleaned. She wouldn’t even let me nibble while I helped her prepare meals. Needless to say, my food was always cold, and my appetite dwindled, as did my weight.

Several more days came and went with additional training. Each day brought less and less drills and instruction though, as I was a quick, even if not willing, learner, and she seemed satisfied with my performance.

Before I knew it, I was their full-time, live-in enslaved maid.