Maid Permanent Chapter-1 A Typical Story It's a typical story, one so many women have feeling trapped in a dead end office job with no way out. Well, that wasn't going to be me. So I married Bill, my boss, I wasn't in love with him but I simply was desperate. Stuck as a secretary, going nowhere, in an office where I was constantly hit on grew to dread each day I went to work. I developed a true hate of men and their constant groping and he wasn't any better than the rest of them. So we...

Oh the drive out to the mall I found myself looking at every girl we passed. but unlike the way I normally looked at girls, this time it was different. Instead of just admiring the pretty ones, I found myself studying them, checking out how their outfits worked together with their hair and make-up. Trying to imagine how they would look on me. I was amazed at how fast my mindset had changed. In just eighteen hours, I had gone from being shocked at the thought of wearing women's clothes, to...

It may sound strange but I found myself enjoying "being a girl". Unlike the Broadway show tune, I wasn't a real girl of course, just a hormonally created sissy who appeared top be a girl. Perhaps my love of my new found femininity was part of my seduction. Nevertheless I wondered if I was ever going to be able to return to the life of a male once this charade was over and I got my share of the money. I guess I was just going to have to stick in out and hope for the best. ...

"Oh mommy," Kimberly gushed with true excitement. "Look at us! We're just the same. Keith looks just like me. He looks like a real girl!" Keith just hung his pretty head without making a comment. All the fears and humiliation he'd suffered the past Saturday during his initial stint in a dress came back with full force. All fight to resist his sissification melted. Mrs. Carson noted that his more subdued mannerly self had returned  almost the instant he had been put back into a dress....

"I have it all planned out for you. You will follow the terms of your contract for starters. Your change of face is just the beginning. Your body will experience some physical changes as well but with your new face, body and some training, I am going to help you transition successfully to a new life. You cannot have any contact with persons in your previous life. Not your parents, friends, NOBODY." Essentially you will always be in my care. sort of like witness protection. Your previous life...

Arn was more and more comfortable with the new androgynous role that he was falling into. The strappy sandals he wore had a thinker heel than he was used to. It was almost the low heel sort of thing that a junior high school girl might be allowed to wear to her first dance. to compensate for the heel he took shorter steps, placed one foot more in front of the other more than a boy would ordinarily. The studio was a large open space with art material at one end an photographic and lighting...

The welcome talk and the "win one for the Gipper" by upper class women really caught Annie's attention. For the moment she lost sight of what she had been and the struggles she and her mother had been through. She was caught up in the mystique of becoming, or at least giving the appearance of having become, a well bred, well trained young lady. The strolled the slate walks between the buildings that looked like a set for Masterpiece Theater. A tea was served on the lawn. The academic dean, a...

Late that afternoon Jimmy was summoned to Rita Ryker's office. Again he waited a log time before being ushered into her office. She paced the floor behind her desk. The afternoon sun streamed through the wall window highlighting her fiery hair, setting it aglow. Her knee length skirt stretched taut against round buttocks as she waked back and forth. He could see the backs of her legs reveailed through the skirt's real slit. "Sit down Jimmy, I've been thinking," she said, pacing, "about the...

The office staff, which was predominantly women, got used to his fem dress, the affectations, treated him as another woman. That's what he thought anyway. He remembered when he was first hired in at Ryker Financial Services, how few males worked there. He'd felt out of place. Now, he was glad the workforce was comprised of nearly all women. What if more men did work here? What if one of them came onto him? How would he handle that? Indeed, what would Rita Ryker think about him getting...

"I really don't like my sister, or her husband, and I just couldn't bear being away from you for so long, Isn't there some way I could stay?" He begged. "That's option two. Again I would say that we've separated. then a few weeks after you pretend to have left, one of your nieces comes to live with me..." "You mean you want me to pretend to be a niece? but I could never pass as a girl if that's what you mean," he protested. "Unfortunately Glen, if the doctor's right, there's at...

"I'm Wanda Green the soccer coach and I need a small favor from you." I couldn't imagine what the soccer coach would want with me, particularly in view of the fact that I was probationary member of the cleaning staff. "What is it?" I inquired. "I was informed that you played soccer in high school, right?" "Yes," I answered. "Well two of our goalies are down with a bug. the third is a rookie that I do not have a lot of confidence in. Would you be willing to take the place of one of the girls"...

The voice of Madame Ahmad from the kitchen brought them back to reality. "Girls have you finished unpacking? We need some tea please and the pizzas will be here in half an hour so you can prepare the table in the dining room.""We'll be there in a minute Madame," both answered in unison, as they tied their half white aprons on. Lita couldn't suppress a smile looking down at her apron. She couldn't forget that this little piece started everything and brought her to a foreign and exotic country...

My last memory was of sitting on that gurney and getting a shot. I began to wonder if the company in New Orleans, Mistress Marlene and that odd old woman had all conspired to do this to me.What was I going to do now? I wondered as I waited patiently for the doctor to come in and talk to me. How was I going to explain this to my parents? What was the "employment" Mistress Marlene had talked about? A thousand and one things were going through my mind when the door to the room opened... ...

"So Phillip Morgan, I see you are wanted by the police. Good thing I found you before they did. Prison is such a horrible place for a pretty boy like you."I said nothing as she continued to grin at me. To her left she held up my attache case. 'Nice bundle of cache you have here, Phillip. Mattress money? Poker winnings? No? What then? Perhaps your share of a jewelry store heist?"I said nothing as she dropped the case and leaned forward. She had a very menacing look on her face. I wasn't sure...

After putting my hair in a ridiculously outdated style that belonged in the 50's, I wobbled out to where the other two brides stood dressed identically to me."First you will have to stand. Toes and heels together, hands folded in front of you, heads bowed. Eyes fixed on the tips of your shoes like proper submissive wives. Now you'll learn how to curtsy. Grasp your skirts daintily using only your thumbs and forefingers. As you curtsy you will place your left foot precisely behind the right. As...

Tabby had sensed that under all his macho stridings Ivor was very very femme. He also sensed that the youth was aware of these needs.Ivor washed the windshield of the car that Tabby shared with Crystal. He stared at tabby who was in girl mode. Tabby drove the car to the air pump and took the gauge from the glove compartment. Getting out of the car was a deliberate and seductive act designed to transfix Ivor and bring him under control. Tabby squatted, thighs apart, giving ivor a steady view of...