I’m in the middle of the next chapter of AVVE but real life
has intervened so progress is a bit slow and I suspect it will take another few
weeks to complete it.
To fill the gap so to speak – translation: lazy bastard
drags out something old- I’m posting a fragment of a story based on one of my
favourite films – The Women made in 1939.
I used to amuse myself by captioning scenes from this film visualising
myself as one of the main characters , sometimes the maid, sometimes her
mistress. I could never make my mind up which I preferred. In the scenes below
the male is the maid. In a future post I may have the male feminised by an
older woman and her maid so the male would then be the lady seen on the right
in the second picture.
It would take too
long to write a complete background story although if I had enough time and there
was enough interest I may do it at some stage. Readers will have to just take
for granted that this young man, as is usual in these stories, somehow has been tricked, blackmailed, cajoled,
whichever you prefer,, and is now being feminised. He has quite girlish and
pretty features ( Yes.... I know, how very convenient) and these women have
little difficulty in transforming his face into an extremely feminine one.
This film has had a very strong influence on me, so much so
that when I look at various scenes from the film I can almost transport myself
into the same room.
As usual many thanks to all those who commented and who
ticked the “more” box as always I really appreciate your support. Thanks also
to the readers who ticked the “not interesting “ box, I’m not at all
thin-skinned about my writing so no problems there, I may have rambled a bit in
that chapter and it may not have been to everyone’s taste but I really
appreciate your honesty and the fact you took the effort to register your
feelings. Maybe the story is going on too long and getting a bit boring, the
death knell for any story so I’ll have a think about that.
Finally thank you to the Anon commenter who gave such a
wonderfully detailed account of a meeting between Alice and Lady Charlotte and
how best the young man’s education should proceed. I should imagine the open
display of these implements of correction would have a very chastening effect
on the poor boy and would prove to be an excellent aide memoire enabling him to keep his mind focused on improving his
feminine persona.
Thank you for your contribution I’m sure readers enjoyed it
as much as I did.
I hope you enjoy the short story below.
Take care.
Carrie
Intermission
As the nurse completed her client’s final treatment she gave
him words of encouragement.
“Oh do stop crying young man. You are shortly to become a
housemaid to one of the most graceful and elegant ladies, you should be
grateful. Life as a domestic servant in Miss Dreadlock’s household will be a
most rewarding one.”
“But....I....”he blubbered, his body was still adjusting to
the hormones and his mind had been in a fog from the first day he had entered
the facility. He was able to understand everything that had been done to him
but due to the medication was unable to physically resist.
“If you don’t stop your constant whining I will have to
report you to Matron..and you know what that will mean.” she said abruptly and
brought her hand down sharply on the cheeks of his now plump and womanly behind
before saying absentmindedly “Perhaps we
have given you too much oestrogen.”
The threat worked and he stopped immediately.
“That’s better, your new mistress will not be as lenient if
you keep acting like a silly girl.” she said before returning to her theme “Now
as I was saying it is a beautiful house, you will have a nice room and Miss
Deadlock always ensures her maids are dressed in the most stylish uniforms.
The boy buried his head in the pillow, stifled his tears and
tried to arrange the two full and fleshy mounds of his new breasts underneath
him. Not for the first time he cursed
his stupidity for getting himself into this dreadful situation.
Life as a domestic
servant, he repeated to himself as he forced back the tears a..... uniformed housemaid.
“Lily have you got his foundation wear and lingerie ready.”
the nurse asked the female servant girl who was standing nearby “Miss Deadlock’s
car will be here shortly to take him.”
“Yes Nurse.” the maid replied as she laid down a small stack
of neatly folded clothing on the table next to the treatment couch “Miss
Deadlock’s secretary sent the list yesterday, he is to wear a white high-waisted
girdle, the one with the satin panels, a long line bra, an oyster coloured silk
slip, tan stockings and three inch black patent court shoes.”
“And his uniform?” the nurse asked.
“It’s the morning uniform Nurse.” the maid answered “light
grey uniform dress with a traditional white apron and cap. Miss Deadlock has
his other uniforms waiting for him.”
“What beautiful lingerie for a housemaid.” the nurse said as
she held up the delicate slip“I do hope you appreciate what a lucky young man
you are to have such a kind and considerate mistress.”
He felt his stomach lurch as the maid held up the satin
panelled girdle.
He was still in a daze as the female chauffeur ushered him down
the steps of the facility and towards a gleaming silver Daimler.
“So you’re the new maid.” she laughed
contemptuously as she looked at the mortified young man dressed in the maid’s
uniform, “Madam said she was acquiring a new male servant but I didn’t think it
would be as a housemaid.”
The youth blushed furiously and could not meet her eyes, he
fingered his apron nervously as she circled him her eyes scanning every inch of
him.
“Embarrassed eh?” she sneered “I think you should be, here I
am – a girl wearing trousers and you a .... well I was going to say a man but there can’t be very many males wearing a dress
or should I say a maid’s uniform. But then again looking at your figure I
suppose you’re not much of a male now anyway.”
He desperately wanted to explain that this was all a
dreadful mistake but could not find his voice.
The chauffeur moved a
little closer, he froze as she lifted his uniform at the knee to reveal his
silk slip, she laid her hand on his thigh and fingered the girdle’s suspender
strap.
“Not exactly what a man would wear, now is it?”she snorted
derisively as she moved her hand over the satin slip caressing his inner thigh
“It is very pretty though and you do have a nice figure for a boy although
that’s probably because of your tight girdle. You are wearing a girdle aren’t
you?”
Unable to respond through a combination of fear and shame he
could only nod and continued to fix his eyes on the ground.
“Cat got your tongue?” she taunted him but there was no
reply “Not surprised, the idea of becoming a domestic servant and having to
wear a maid’s uniform would be so
demeaning .....and I’m a real girl.”
This only served to deepen his shame and he wanted to run
but his legs would not move and besides he knew there was nowhere to run to.
“I suppose you know there a name for boys like you, “she sniggered
“you’re what we like to call a .......” but before she had a chance to finish the
sentence the nurse from the facility appeared with an envelope and had a brief
conversation with the chauffeur.
“Get in.” the chauffeur said in a businesslike tone as she
held the back door open “Madam wants us to see you as soon as possible.”
The young man was relieved that this dreadful conversation
was now at an end and he climbed inside the roomy interior of the car, he was
grateful that there was a sliding glass panel between the front and back so
there would not be a resumption of the chauffeur’s taunting. Throughout the
short journey he tried to reflect on the sheer stupidity of his actions which
had resulted in this bizarre situation but was constantly distracted by the
unfamiliar pinching of bra straps and the constrictive nature of the girdle he
had been forced to wear.
As the car pulled up outside the imposing townhouse he felt
his stomach tighten, something he could not blame this on the girdle. The last
time he entered this house he strode up the steps with all the self-confidence
that a young man of his background invariably possessed- now he would be
entering through the servants entrance dressed as a housemaid.
“Madam says you are to wait here in the hall until she rings
for you, she is in the library.” the chauffeur said as she showed him into the
large reception hall and pointed to the library door, he almost jumped as she
slyly stroked his derriere and quietly added
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you. I think I’m beginning to take a
liking to feminised males.”
It wasn’t long before the tinny sound of a servants bell
rang. He swallowed hard and looked down at his uniform and without even
thinking he straightened his apron, his heart raced as he knocked on the door.
“Ah there you are!” the voice of Miss Deadlock rang out, he
almost stuck to the floor as he noticed two other women standing next to her,
her sharp voice rang out from across the room “Don’t dawdle boy, come here.”
“So this is the young man?” the older of the two women said
as he timidly made his way to the table they were standing at.
“Very impressive, he does look quite feminine, those breasts
are so lifelike. ” the younger woman said as her eyes inspected every inch of
the youth standing in front of them “ may I?”
“Of course. And the reason they are lifelike is because they
really are.” Miss Deadlock said in self-satisfied tone as the woman stepped
forward and squeezed his left breast.
He had done this to many servant girls without asking and
never once considered what the effects of his action caused. Now he knew. He
burned with shame as he felt her hand clasp his new and fleshy bosom.
“Yes very nice.” she said smiling as she looked him in the
eye.
He jumped and let out a squeal as he felt his buttocks being
held in a strong grip.
“And his behind is so ...well rounded.” the older woman said
as her hand grabbed the fleshy cheeks before gently caressing them.
“Yes the clinic has done a wonderful job, and once he is trained
properly will make a wonderful servant.” Miss Deadlock said and she turned her
attention to the young man once more “these ladies are my attorneys and have
drawn up the necessary documents that were stipulated under our .....our... ahem...arrangement.
After one year you will have fulfilled your obligations and will be free to
leave providing of course you do not accumulate too many penalties for
misdemeanours.”
The young man’s head was spinning, through the fog inside
his brain he urgently tried to recall the events that had led to this
outlandish state of affairs. Fragments danced in front of his eyes and although
he could not piece everything together he vaguely recalled his foolhardy
behaviour was responsible for the state he now found himself in.
What did I do? Were
there police involved? he asked himself in an anguished and increasingly desperate internal voice.
“Sign here.” the
older woman said sharply thrusting a pen into his hands and arousing him from
his thoughts.
He looked at the woman blankly and then turned to Miss
Deadlock. His hesitancy was immediately noticed by the younger woman.
“Perhaps you would like Miss Deadlock to process this
through the formal channels.” she said her pale blue eyes fixing him with a steely
stare, “and I suspect you know what that will entail.”
He suddenly had a horrible feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He didn’t know what that would entail but he
instinctively knew it would not be pleasant. Without replying he signed the
document.
“A very wise decision young man.” the older woman said and
handed the pen to Miss Deadlock who with a flourish of her slender wrist added
her signature.
“I...what does....”he babbled.
“You are now the indentured maidservant to Miss Deadlock.”
the younger woman as she sealed the document “you will be employed as her maid
for one year after which you will be free to leave unless of course you fail in
your obligations to your mistress.”
“You are a very lucky young man.” the older woman said “only
for the kindness of your mistress you would have been in a great deal of
trouble. She has invested a great deal of time and effort in you and I
sincerely hope you will repay her with obedience and loyalty – the hallmarks of
a grateful servant girl.”
A year
as......... a maidservant. The words thundered inside his head.
“Oh by the way have you chosen a suitable name for him?” the
older woman asked Miss Deadlock.
“Not yet.” Miss Deadlock answered “for the moment I will
just call him..... Girl, until I decide on an appropriate name, perhaps we can
discuss it over tea.”
“An excellent idea.” the younger woman said before turning
to the young man.“You heard your mistress ...girl.”
As the uniformed young man made his way to the door he heard
one of the women say
“I really did not believe he would accept his fate as easily
as that, I honestly thought a man would have baulked at the idea of a year as
an indentured maidservant.”
“You would be surprised the effect of wearing a dress has on
even the most assertive of males” Miss Deadlock replied as she smoothed her
skirt before adding “ and of course a maid’s uniform is even more
emasculating and ensures his subjugation
from the moment he puts it on.”
As he reached the door the young man looked at the three
women and felt a surge of anger rise inside him but just as he opened his mouth
Miss Deadlock snapped in an authoritative voice
“What are you loitering for girl? Run along and fetch our
tea.”
Underneath his grey uniform his fully fashioned stockinged knees
went weak and his voice faltered as he answered,
“Yes Madam.”
