Part 3

Monday finally arrived, Samuel gulped down his breakfast cereal

desperate to wear the uniform for the whole day. But Jennifer was not to

be rushed, she was determined to make the week long experiment an

unforgettable experience. She wanted Samuel to feel a full

transformation, starting from the skin out. "Let me make you feel like a

proper maid Minnie," she offered, her voice full of enthusiasm.

With a sense of excitement and a touch of nervousness, Samuel agreed,

allowing Jennifer to guide him through the process. The first step

involved a warm bath to soften his skin, followed by Jennifer skilfully

demonstrating shaving his legs and body hair. She watched as Samuel

nervously finished the hair removal. He marvelled at the sensation as he

wriggled into his corselette and scooped his little man-boobs into the

cups before adding the falsies as if he had been doing it for years.

With the corselette hugging his figure and giving him a sense of

femininity he had never experienced before he selected a pair of

stockings to glide up his freshly shaven legs. Finally Jennifer watched

as he pulled on his panty girdle, the smoothness of his front making him

feel vulnerable yet strangely liberated.

Without his uniform Samuel couldn't help but blush as Jennifer helped

with his makeup. "Just a hint," she warned as she finished foundation,

blush and eyeshadow to one see of his face "that is your guide for the

other side."

Jennifer was careful not to let her enthusiasm wane as, satisfied with

Minnie's makeup, she reached for the sleek black pageboy wig, placing it

atop his head and securing it in place. She held out the vintage maid

uniform, Minnie stepped in and Jennifer watched as Minnie struggled with

the little buttons that ran up the back from waist to neck.

He watched in awe as the reflection in the mirror was of a 1950s maid

named Minnie. The discrete strokes of mascara, rouge, and pale lipstick

subtly feminised his features.

Jennifer handed Minnie a pair of black, canvas shoes with rubber soles

"I don't want you clomping around in Minnie's boots...or worse still

clip clopping around in heels like a character in a maid story."

Jennifer pulled out her iPhone she smiled, Minnie smiled, she took

picture of them standing side by side. "I told you no one would

recognise you. Now hold up the hem of your dress." Minnie complied.

"Remember that first day?" Jennifer ignored his 'caught in headlights'

face and smiled as she eased Minnies panty girdle down to mid thigh and

stood behind him. They watched in silence as his, freed, cock went from

half mast to full hard. Minnie was transfixed as Jennifer began to

stroke his cock. "Minnies wife demonstrated her power over her new

maid..." she cooed. "I want you to do this for me every morning

Minnie...keep your dirty little secret hidden away from me in the maids

room..." Jennifer let go of Minnie's cock just in time, smirked at the

mirror as the ruined orgasam dribbled onto the floor. Pleased in the

knowledge that he would be on edge for the rest of the day she turned to

leave.

Shame swept over Minnie. "I just want to take this off now," he whined.

"I don't think so. Pull your panties up, there is work to do Minnie."

Jennifer admired the way Minnie, wearing uniform and black wig, looked

like a character from a black and white movie in a colour world.

"Time for my coffee Minnie Smith."

"Minnie Collins."

"I am Jennifer Collins, what are people going to think if my maid has

the same family name as my absent husband?"

"People, what people?" Minnie looked nervous. "We didn't talk about

meeting other people."

Jennifer smiled kindly, put a hand on Minnie's upper arm for reassurance

as she agreed meeting other people was not planned. "I know, but we need

to have a cover story ready should any unforeseen circumstances arise."

The first day was a blend of laughter and awkwardness. Jennifer, ever

supportive of her husband's unconventional experiment, struggled to

fully immerse herself in the role of employer. As Minnie dusted the

shelves and furniture, Jennifer couldn't resist joining him in the

tasks, making the atmosphere more reminiscent of a shared chore than a

traditional employer-maid dynamic.

Before lunch, Jennifer suggested, "Why don't we eat together, Minnie?

It'll be like we're colleagues on a break."

Minnie, still getting used to his newfound persona, hesitated but

ultimately agreed. They sat at the kitchen table, sharing sandwiches and

anecdotes about their day. Jennifer's attempt to create a casual,

friendly environment inadvertently continued to blur the lines between

employer and maid.

The second day brought more challenges when Jennifer sought Minnie's

opinion on household matters the way she would from Samuel rather than

issuing instructions. Minnie, attempting to maintain the character of a

maid, found himself caught between two worlds. He offered his insights

on menus, suggested improvements for the cleaning schedule, and so on.

Once they had finished lunch Jennifer announced she had some charity

work to attend to leaving Minnie to continue whatever maidly activities

took his fancy.

As evening approached, Jennifer pondered the experiment's effectiveness.

She knew the essence of the experience Samuel craved was slipping away

during their shared moments. In an effort to make the remainder of the

week the experience Samuel wanted she decided to create a clearer

boundary between Minnie (maid) and herself (employer).

Leaving her study would mark the turning point she told herself.

Although they ate dinner together at the table in the kitchen Jennifer

maintained an employer/employee atmosphere between them. "Once you have

cleaned the kitchen Minnie, I want you to sleep in the maids' quarters."

The room, which both Samuel and Jennifer referred to as. "Minnie's

Room," was a haven of simplicity. A single bed adorned with a neatly

folded quilt, a small dresser, and a dim lamp made up the modest space.

That night Minnie, lay in the bed, contemplating the events of the past

two days. The room held a certain charm, a peaceful retreat from the

grandeur of the main house. Sleep claimed him gradually, next thing

morning sunlight streamed through the small window, rousing Minnie from

his slumber. The simple routine of waking up in the maids' quarters

brought a renewed sense of purpose. As Minnie prepared for the day,

there was a subtle shift in the air. The uniform felt less like a

costume and more like dressing for work.

Jennifer, alone in her bed for the first time, heard every creak and

groan the old house made. Startled she imagined hearing footsteps,

burglars voices outside and such like. As sleep began to sweep over her

she decided the old alarm system would not do and made a mental note to

get a twenty-first century alarm.

When Minnie entered the main part of the house, Jennifer greeted her

with a warm smile. "Did you seep well?"

Minnie said he had, "Best sleep for ages."

Jennifer smiled, mentioned the changes menopause came with, said she was

sorry how her hot flushes and constant tossing and turning disturbed

them both. It was an apology she offered on a regular basis since

starting her change, she laughed softly. "I'm glad you slept well, I

slept the sleep of the dead." However, the familiarity of the previous

days had given way to a newfound formality. Jennifer, recognising the

need for a change in approach, adopted a more authoritative tone.

"As last night was a success I expect you to sleep in your own room for

the remainder of the week, Minnie. You have a busy day ahead. I've

outlined the tasks for you, and I expect them to be completed by the

time I return this afternoon," Jennifer said, her voice firm but kind.

Minnie, fully embracing the role of maid, responded with a respectful.

"Yes mistress."

"Do not call me that, I am not a cruel bitch of a wife from one of your

fantasy stories."

"Sorry Jennifer, I got carried away."

As he worked Minnie decided he liked the clear instructions Jennifer had

provided. Now he had a sense of structure, a framework within which he

could operate without the ambiguity of their previous interactions.

Throughout the day several couriers arrived, mostly packages for

Jennifer. Minnie excitedly ripped open the package addressed 'Minnie

Smith' revealing several pinafores - serving half pinafores and full

cleaning pinafores along with a couple of black headbands adorned with

white lace that matched the edging on the half pinafores. Minnie put on

a headband and, cleaning completed, a matching half pinafore.

Jennifer, needing someone to confide in and to bounce ideas off, had

already spoken at some length with her best friend Katie. They met up

for lunch Jennifer showed Katie the picture of Minnie while bringing her

up to speed. Katie said how realistic Samuel looked as Minnie.

Jennifer laughingly told her about making Minnie sleep in the maids

quarters. "We even call it Minnie's room."

"Before the weeks out you have to let me see Minnie for myself." Katie

said in the parking lot. "Please..."

"Then follow me home."

Jennifer rang the doorbell and was taken aback, but pleased, to see

Minnie wearing the headband and pinafore. "This is my friend Miss West.

Katie this is Minnie."

Minnie took Jennifer introducing 'Miss West' as hint and addressed her

as 'Mrs Collins'. He served them coffee and had returned to the kitchen

when his cell pinged 'come to lounge' When he arrived Jennifer said,

"Will you make up a guest room for Miss West before dinner."

Katie did her best to avoid looking amused.

"Certainly Mrs Collins"

Minnie had mostly gotten over the shock of Katies arrival when Jennifer

shut the kitchen door behind her. "Is it as good in real life?" she

asked with a smirk.

Minnie instantly recognised the reference hinted at one of his favourite

maid stories. "Thought you were going to pee your panties when you

opened the door to Katie and me."

"Why bring Katie here like that, I'm sure she recognised me."

"Relax, Katie has no idea whatsoever. And fooling Katie means you can

fool anyone" Jennifer gave Minnie a hug. "Just enjoy your time as

Minnie."

"I might not pass dinner table close to Katie," Minnie whispered to

Jennifer as he set the dinner table for two people. Secretly Minnie was

pleased to have a reason to eat alone in the kitchen like a real maid.

During dinner Jennifer and Katie chatted about old times, many of their

anecdotes including Samuel. "such a shame Samuel missed my visit," Katie

said as they decided to have coffee in the lounge, watch some

television. When Minnie brought their coffee Jennifer maintained the

employer/employee facade. "We won't need you anymore tonight Minnie,

just ensure the lounge is tidy before we come down to breakfast."

Katie was the exact opposite, saying. "we are just about to watch a

film...why don't you change into something comfortable and join us

Minnie."

"Thank you for inviting me but I am too tired tonight Miss West," Minnie

said.

"Do you keep this great big house all alone?"

"Mr & Mrs Collins have contract cleaners," Minnie said. "but they do not

clean thoroughly like staff would" as no-one stopped him he went on to

explain how the house once had three maids and a part time cook.

"yes...quite," Jennifer interrupted to silence him, she waited a few

minutes when Minnie left the room, checked the hallway was clear, sat

close to Katie. "what do you think?" Jennifer had a nervous note to her

voice. "I mean, I know, he looks like a manly woman but do you think

strangers would realise?"

"Of course I recognised Samuel," Katie began then elaborated that was

only because she knew it was Samuel. "You've done a wonderful job, in my

opinion, he would easily pass as female maid in the eyes of a stranger,

nothing more, nothing less Jennifer." Katie snickered. "Just not the

sort of woman any man would lust over."

"I must say, Minnie, you've truly embraced the role. I am surprised by

your dedication and the way you've seamlessly transitioned into the

maid's duties," Jennifer remarked, as they chatted after Katie left next

morning.

Minnie, smiled with a newfound sense of pride. "Thank you, Jennifer. Was

meeting Katie as your maid one of those unforeseen circumstances you

mentioned?"

The Final Morning

"Good morning, Minnie. How did you sleep on your last night?" Jennifer

inquired, her eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and affection.

Minnie, now accustomed to the morning routine, responded with a smile.

"Very well, Jennifer. A little sad it's nearly over, but happy it

happened. It's hard to believe this is my last day."

As they sat down for breakfast, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense

of fondness for the unusual dynamic that had unfolded over the past

week. The traditional boundaries between employer and employee, once

blurred, now felt better defined. Yet, Jennifer was aware that this was

the final day of Minnie's tenure, and it was time to address one thing

before Minnies impending return to Samuel. "for me the biggest surprise

this week is how quickly sleeping apart began to feel 'right' in some

way."

"I certainly slept better"

"Would it be okay if we continue sleeping apart?"

Minnie nodded agreement, Jennifer smiled. "Perhaps you could have the

adjoining bedroom?"

Sleeping arrangements agreed, over coffee and toast, Jennifer broached

the main topic.. "Minnie, it's been quite the week, hasn't it? I'm

curious, did Samuel really enjoy playing maid?"

Minnie, met Jennifer's gaze.. "I enjoyed my week very much, felt a sense

of purpose in contributing to the household that has been missing since

I gave up my job...and" Minnie paused, he knew what he needed to say

could not be unsaid. "...I look forward to repeating this week, if you

are okay with that."

Jennifer, surprised by the unexpected turn of events, hid her emotions

behind a composed expression. She had assumed Samuel's week as Minnie

was merely a playful one-time experiment, a temporary deviation from

their usual routines. The notion of any more permanent arrangement had

not crossed her mind.

After a moment of silence, he continued. "Although a maids work is

menial I found a sense of purpose in carrying out my duties. After so

many weeks of aimlessly wandering our home, wondering 'what now' or

playing computer games, or sitting staring at a keyboard with no idea

what to write, this past week I have had a purpose." Samuel gathered his

thoughts. "I got pleasure from having a list of tasks to fill my day,

the routine, the structure."

Jennifer's mind raced as she considered the implications. She knew

Samuel had been at a loose end, his attempts at writing never really got

off the ground. The idea of him finding purpose and happiness in the

role of a domestic surprised and intrigued her.

Before committing to the idea, Jennifer decided to seek counsel from

Katie. The two friends met for lunch at a quaint bistro, where Jennifer

poured out the details of the week's unexpected turn.

Katie, listening intently, offered a thoughtful perspective. "Jennifer,

Samuel has always been supportive of your endeavours, whether it's your

charity work or your job before. Now it sounds as if he's found

something that, from time to time, brings him a sense of purpose in the

same way your charity work does. No matter how weird it might seem to

outsiders this is your lives."

Jennifer nodded, realising the truth in Katie's words. Samuel had been a

pillar of support during her initial ventures into charity work, and

now, perhaps, it was her turn to embrace and encourage his newfound

passion, even if that meant a departure from conventional husband/wife

roles at times.

Returning home, Jennifer noticed although he wore Samuel's clothes

Minnie's corselette still showed through his shirt. Avoiding any mention

of his underclothes, she decided to sit down with Samuel to discuss the

possibilities that lay ahead. In the sitting room they engaged in a

candid conversation. "Samuel," Jennifer began, "I've been giving the

maid thing a lot of thought. I must admit, your suggestion surprised me.

I know you've found a sense of purpose in a maids duties, and that is

something I hadn't anticipated."

"It's been an eye-opening experience for me as well Jennifer. If there's

an opportunity for me to continue, I'd like to explore it."

Jennifer, avoiding mention of her discussion with Katie, said, "I think

supporting each other's interests in the past has been what makes our

marriage so strong. If being Minnie brings you happiness and a sense of

purpose, then I agree wholeheartedly. Minnie should visit whenever you

want."

Samuel chose to ignore her 'visit' comment and smiled. "I think it will

be good for both of us."

Minnie's visits, three, and sometimes more, days most weeks became a

routine that Jennifer willingly embraced. One afternoon, Minnie, stood

before the mirror adjusting the uniform, a subtle discontent lingered in

his expression. Turning to Jennifer, he remarked, "These A-cup breast

forms don't quite fill out the uniform. It looks shabby, ill fitting

Jennifer."

Jennifer, nodded thoughtfully. "You're right of course, Minnie." The

following day, after a shopping excursion, Jennifer returned with a C-

cup bra and larger, more voluminous breast forms. Handing them to

Minnie, she said, "Try these on with the corset you used to wear. I

think they'll give a more natural look to your uniform."

Excitedly, Minnie headed off to change. The old fashioned corset that he

hadn't worn since buying the corselette felt like a hug from an old

friend as he laced it ever tighter. So tight he had to pause awhile.

Positioning the new breast forms in his bra, he noticed the difference

immediately-the fuller, more rounded curves would fill out the uniform

perfectly, add a sense of authenticity to Minnie.

The following week Jennifer decided to test Minnie's comfort level by

sending him on an errand to the local supermarket'. "Do stop fussing

Minnie, just wear a coat over your uniform. You only need to pick up a

few items for lunch."

As Minnie walked in public, for the first time, she couldn't help but

notice the subtle glances and looks from passing strangers. It was a

shift from the usual anonymity of Samuel's life, reaching the

supermarket Minnie almost found himself enjoying the attention.

"How did being out in public feel?"

"It's different, Jennifer. I never thought I'd enjoy it, but there's a

certain pleasure coupled with the danger."

As the days passed, Minnie continued to embody the role of the housemaid

with a larger bust, embracing the newfound confidence that came with it.

Visits to the supermarket became a regular occurrence, with Minnie

relishing the danger shopping brought.

One evening, as they sat in the sitting room, sipping tea by the

crackling fire, Jennifer broached the topic with a thoughtful

expression. "Samuel, am I right in thinking your time as Minnie has

become more frequent recently?"

"Do you want me to stop, just say the word." Samuel looked calm on the

outside. "You never need to see Minnie again..."

"No, silly, I like having Minnie to boss around," Jennifer explained how

having a regular routine would be better. "Monday to Friday," she

suggested, "then Minnie could get used to my groups - like the bridge,

and book clubs." Jennifer paused.

"And I could keep an eye on the cleaners," Samuel added

enthusiastically. "Well Minnie could."

"Okay, that's Minnie sorted," Jennifer suggested her and Samuel spend a

few days at a hotel in the city. They took in some shows, did some

shopping for Minnie, ate at fancy restaurants, and so on. Jennifer loved

teasing Samuel over how Minnie would fit right in whenever they

interacted with serving staff.

Burglar alarm engineers were loading their tools into their van when

Jennifer and Samuel arrived home.

Wearing a surprised look he said, "You never mentioned upgrading the

alarm."

"You weren't around," Jennifer snickered, "and I did not need the

opinion of my maid."