Part 4

In many of Samuels favourite maid stories a common scenario involved the

maid being forced to take feminising hormones and t-blockers. Samuel had

no need to be forced, no mistress to do the forcing. Long before

Jennifer agreed to his trial week, Minnie secretly had obtained both

online. The initial physical changes, to date, minimal - a little fat

redistribution, his nipples and aureole had gotten a little bigger but

there was little evidence of the breast growth he secretly longed for.

More noticeable were emotional changes and mood swings that made him act

ever more meanly toward the contract cleaners. Minnie constantly found

fault with their work. And regular tittle-tattle to Jennifer was part

of, what he considered to be, his master plan. Even if some rooms were

mothballed without contract cleaners the house would need additional

maids.

Jennifer split her time between charity work and supervising Minnie -

occasionally in person but mostly remotely by text message. By text she

found it easier to uphold her part as employer. Jennifer liked the way

texting 'clean my room, fresh bedding' for instance, felt less

domineering than saying it face to face.

The new alarm system had, at Jennifers request, covert cameras built

into the motion sensors. From an app on her iPhone or iPad she could

monitor, what the security salesman called, 'public rooms' in addition

to Minnie's room. She had already noticed (but not mentioned) slight

changes to her husbands body, his moods and, with help from the new

cameras, she easily discovered the reason to be his secret stash of

hormones.

Samuel, living a double life as Minnie, settled into a routine that felt

simultaneously liberating and confining. Every weekend he found himself

longing for Monday morning when he could fully embody the persona of

Minnie, once more, until Friday night. A deeper yearning simmered

beneath the surface--recently he began longing to live as Minnie full

time for a few weeks. So far this desire was one he had, so far, not

dared share with Jennifer.

Weekdays Minnie used mealtimes with Jennifer to fault the standard of

work carried out by the contract cleaners. These tales, intricately

woven with dissatisfaction, were subtly worked into their conversation.

Jennifer listened with a patient ear.

One evening, as they finished dinner, Minnie recounted yet another tale

of cleaning woes. Jennifer surprised him with an unexpected agreement.

"You know, Minnie, maybe Samuel and I should consider hiring staff

instead of relying on contract cleaners." Jennifer smiled in the way she

reserved for car salesmen, saying, "Samuel and I will discuss the idea

and let you know Minnie." She rose from the table. "Goodnight Minnie."

While Jennifer supported his need to assume the role of Minnie part-time

she secretly longed to have her husband back. Expressing her excitement

about hiring live-in maids during their weekend conversation she said,

"I recall you mentioning that this house once had three staff members."

Samuel confirmed, "Yes, Jennifer, we'll need two maids plus Minnie of

course."

Jennifer, taken aback, hesitated and voiced her concerns, "Samuel,

having Minnie alongside full-time staff members wouldn't work. How could

Minnie seamlessly switch between weekdays and weekends without drawing

attention?"

To Jennifers surprise, Samuel had a well-thought-out response. After

explaining he couldn't settle into character while constantly switching

back and forth. He longed to be Minnie for an extended period, long

enough to 'get it out of his system' perhaps two, or even, three months.

Switching tack he began talking of what was wrong with Minnie. He

initiated a fabricated meltdown, expressing strong dissatisfaction with

Minnie's breast forms and listing various grievances. Confused by the

mixed signals, Jennifer attempted to comfort him.

Samuel proposed a solution that he had carefully crafted during his

nights as Minnie, "Jennifer, I've been thinking. It will make sense for

Minnie to have breast implants. I know that might seem overkill, but for

a while, Minnie could truly enjoy being herself without worry the other

maids could see her forms."

Initially shocked by the unconventional idea, Jennifer sat quietly.

Samuel, blending earnestness and determination, continued, "Think about

it, Jennifer. I've noticed your waning interest in Minnie recently, I

think now is the right time for a few realistic Minnie weeks to get this

out of my system. And during that time, Samuel can go on an extended

'writers research' trip."

Initially stunned by the bombshell Samuel dropped on her she needed time

to think. Rather than dismiss the subject out of hand Jennifer partially

conceded, "I must say I'm shocked. I'm not saying I agree, but if it is

what you really want, I guess we can explore the idea a little."

After much soul searching Jennifer conceded, losing Samuel for a period

was better than having him switching back and forth indefinitely.

"Minnie's continued presence is conditional on Samuel staying

undiscovered," Jennifer emphasised. "Any hint of discovery, and I will

fire Minnie instantly, no arguments, and Samuel comes home... that means

no more Minnie... ever!"

"Agreed." Samuel nodded in agreement.

After thorough research (and much cheque writing) the decision was made.

As time passed Samuel gently worked additional procedures into the

conversation. Jennifer, still grappling with the idea of breast implants

and now faced with more procedures, was about to drive away when Samuel

leant in. "I was thinking Jennifer, facial hair could be a give

away...removal would be simple while I'm in hospital."

Jennifer had heard enough about Minnie and this was a step too far.

"Okay Samuel, I agree to whatever you want for Minnie, now may I please

get on with my day?"

Samuel took that as carte blanch for a more comprehensive

transformation, in addition to breast implants he added vocal cord

adjustments, Adam's apple reduction, voice training, and hair removal to

the list of procedures.

Little did Minnie know, while he lay in the hospital bed recovering,

Jennifer also had been making plans, with Katie's help, to enhance the

authenticity of the household's dynamics for Minnie.

Jennifer outlined to Minnie, as they left the hospital, that she had

made progress in hiring two more maids and already had several suitable

candidates lined up. "Soon I will have three maids and a cook..."

Minnie's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "That sounds wonderful, Jennifer!

I'll be more than happy to welcome new faces to my team. And I'll ensure

everything is in order for their arrival."

As punishment for Minnies' rude interruption Jennifer didn't disclose

the full extent of her intentions. Several days earlier Jennifer had

received Donna's CV. Despite being only twenty-two Donna's impressive

work experience as an assistant housekeeper in a country estate caught

Jennifer's attention. She cast her mind back to the way the young woman,

Anita, treated Samuel in the lingerie store and couldn't help but

envision a young housekeeper as the perfect candidate to intimidate and

oversee unruly Minnie. Suppressing the excitement bubbling within

Jennifer said, "I expect everyone to work as a team in our little

household Minnie, my dear."

With the memory of Minnie's reaction to Anita fresh in her mind Jennifer

announced that Minnie needed new lingerie. "I will not have you wear

that shabby old corset any longer." Minnie was, for the first time, in

public wearing the maid dress without a coat. "We can stop in at Glorias

Fashions on the way home." Any passersby who took notice of the two

women would clearly see a well dressed woman with her maid. Minnie

breathed an inner sigh of relief when they arrived at Glorias Fashions.

"I need some corsets for Minnie." Gloria quickly got to work measuring

Minnie. "I was thinking under bust style, something showy that Minnie

can wear with a bra."

Gloria smiled kindly at Minnie. "A waist training corset, something in a

satin perhaps?" Jennifer nodded her agreement "will you be needing a

sleeping corset also?"

"Yes please, how soon can you have something ready?"

"Tomorrow for a first fitting," Gloria continued measuring, "and I will

have two day corsets and a sleep corset ready by Friday. Minnie will

need corset liners and..." thinking of her profit added, "And a few bras

of course."

Minnie was unable to hide his surprise when Jennifer showed him the

refurbished maids quarters. "Everyone has their own shower and bedroom."

Jennifer looked proud of what had been achieved while Minnie was away

"with a lock on the door." She smiled kindly. "Can't have anyone

bursting in on Minnie in the shower." He took in the fresh decoration to

everywhere, the widescreen television, the music system, the coffee

machine, and new furniture in the maids lounge.

"This must have cost, you must have had this all planned!" Minnie stated

a little abruptly.

"It sure did, and I did have it planned long before you got all this

done" Jennifer laughed softly as she air-swept her hands at his breasts

"I know living out your maid fantasy is just a temporary thing, but I do

not want my husband living in squalor while I live in luxury."

"Will you line us maids up first day, have us all call you mistress?"

Minnie teased.

"No Minnie." Jennifer looked annoyed. "Despite appearances you are my

husband and you will call me Jennifer...just like the other staff. Is

that perfectly clear?"

"I was only joking."

"Well don't" while she was in a foul mood with Minnie she added,

"Tomorrow you will go for your corset fitting alone."

While Minnie was at Glorias Jennifer met Katie for lunch. She felt

nervous meeting Katie for the first time in a few weeks, and one thing

had changed that she felt sure Katie would criticise her for permitting.

"You have agreed to what?" Katie sounded astonished.

"Well I did say that I would do anything Minnie wanted." A nervous laugh

escaped Jennifer. "And what did you say Katie...give Samuel enough rope

to hang himself."

"I meant things like heels, slutty uniforms, and suchlike. The sort of

thing that maid fetish fiction centres around, not help your husband

turn himself into a ladyboy."

Deep down she knew Katie was right, the nervous laugh escaped again.

"What's done is done."

"Fuck, sorry Jennifer. It's done?" Katie mirrored the nervous laugh.

"How big?"

"About my size, well, he said he wanted to fill out his uniform."

Jennifer threw a lopsided smile.

"Having the uniform altered was too expensive?"

They both laughed.

Even with the added complication of his breast implants they agreed

Samuel would soon tire of being Minnie 24/7 - wether 'soon' was a week,

a month, or longer, he would tire. "Don't just agree at the first hint

he wants out," Katie advised, "make him wait until he is so miserable he

never wants to hear the name Minnie let alone put on a dress."

"That time is already planned for." Jennifer explained how she would

fire Minnie, take on a third maid. Then a month or two later,

implantless, Samuel would return from his writers research trip.

Donna, a 22-year-old with a slim figure and vibrant red hair, stood at

the entrance of the country house, she nervously anticipated her

interview for the position of housekeeper. Her medium height added to

her unassuming yet poised presence. Donna wore a crisp white blouse that

accentuated her slender frame, tucked into a neatly pressed knee-length

black skirt. A black leather belt adorned her waist, emphasising her

figure. Completing her ensemble were polished black heels that had

clicked against the cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance.

Inside the house, Jennifer and Minnie exchanged a glance as the doorbell

echoed through the house. With a knowing smile, Jennifer gestured for

Minnie to answer the door.

Minnie hid his nervousness as he moved towards the entrance, uniform

crisply pressed and demeanour poised. Minnie opened the door. "Good

afternoon." Minnie let a warm smile spread across his face.

"My name is Donna Green, here for interview with Mrs Collins," Donna

replied.

"You are expected Miss Green. I'm Minnie, please, come in. Jennifer is

waiting for you in the sitting room," he said, holding the door open for

Donna.

Making a mental note of Minnie's inappropriate informality Donna entered

the house, glancing around at the elegant decor and the subtle scent of

polished wood that filled the air. Minnie closed the door behind them,

leading Donna through a tastefully decorated corridor to the sitting

room.

As they approached the room, Donna caught sight of Jennifer, seated in

an overstuffed armchair. The room exuded a sense of refined comfort,

with antique furniture and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. Jennifer

rose to greet Donna, extending a welcoming hand.

"Good afternoon, Donna. I'm Jennifer Collins. Thank you for coming,"

Jennifer said, her warm smile putting Donna at ease as she sent Minnie

to make tea for Donna.

After the initial pleasantries, the interview began, with Jennifer

skilfully guiding the conversation to Donna's qualifications and

experiences before Minnie returned with their tea. Donna spoke

passionately about her dedication to maintaining a tidy and organised

home, her attention to detail evident in every word. As the interview

progressed, Donna mentioned her current employer, citing them leaving

the country as her reason for seeking employment. Jennifer extended her

gratitude to Donna for her time and promised to be in touch soon.

Minnie, hovering in the hallway, escorted Donna back to the entrance.

In the final interview of the day Jennifer interviewed Maria, a shy 19

year old who, she noted, had the same employer as Donna and also

required a live-in position. Maria described Donna as a 'fair but firm'

assistant housekeeper. That settled the matter for Jennifer.

The day of being laced into his very own new corset finally arrived. In

the changing room Minnie first changed into what Gloria called a corset

liner. To Jennifer it looked just like a stretchy body that stopped just

below the bust. Noticing the stretchy material did nothing to control or

conceal his manhood Jennifer watched as Gloria laced Minnie into a lilac

satin corset with white lace trims. The top of the corset had been

shaped to perfectly encircle the bottoms of his new breasts, making them

look even more prominent. "Not too tight for now, a new corset needs a

hour or so to condition," Gloria warned. "Anita...come see," she called

out.

Anita appeared holding a lilac underwired bra and a strip of material,

both made from the same satin material as Minnies corset. Trying not to

stare Anita helped Minnie put on the satin bra. "When mum was making

this bra I said a man could never fill this bra out." She adjusted the

shoulder straps, smiled "and now just look at your cleavage Minnie."

Right on cue Minnie blushed but stayed silent. Anita attached the strip

of fabric, she called a modesty panel, to the bottom of the corset at

the front and, while positioning his cock and balls, pulled it back

between his legs and fastened it at the back. "You don't want your sissy

flaunting his little penis...there, a perfect flat front. What do you

think Jennifer?"

"Minnie looks so...so..." Jennifer said.

"Feminine, looking at her now I'm finding it hard to believe Minnie was

once a man," Anita said, "look mum."

Gloria popped her head around the curtain. "Do you like it Minnie?"

"Very much," Minnie paused, "it is perfect, thank you Miss Gloria."

Jennifer hid her annoyance at Minnie using 'miss' to sound like a maid.

Two can play that game she decided. "If we go to lunch will you be able

to fully lace her corset if we pop back?"

"There's a nice little café, walking distance. My cousin, Susan' owns

it," Anita said.

"Would you care to join us for lunch?" Jennifer asked. Even without a

pinafore, walking along the street in his maids dress behind two smartly

dressed women made Minnies status obvious. Anita tapped away at her cell

while chatting with Jennifer, they exchanged giggles as they walked into

the café. As Minnie went to sit at the table, Anita decided to take a

risk and humiliate Minnie right in front of Jennifer and the other

customers. Anita pointed to a table across the isle. "You can sit at the

maids table, Minnie."

Jennifer and Anita seemed to be sharing a joke as they looked at the

menu while giggling intermittently like schoolgirls.

"Come here Minnie, we are ready to order," Anita said.

Despite feeling humiliated before the other diners Minnie rose and stood

beside Anita. He assumed their laughter earlier was Jennifer putting

Anita up to this. 'Two can play at this game,' he thought to himself as

he waited. Jennifer ordered a salad. Anita smirked. "Ask Susan for two

salads, just tea for you Minnie otherwise we won't get your corset laced

properly."

Minnie, now enjoying the scenario like a scene from maid fiction, walked

to the counter to order. Susan, pre-warned of the scene that played out

before her, hid her amusement well while watching Minnies' every

movement intently.

"Two salads Minnie," the counter assistant called out, she lowered her

voice 'come back for your tea' She smiled toward Anita as he picked up

the plates. When Minnie returned to collect his tea the counter

assistant said, "Take these to table three for me Minnie."

He glanced at Jennifer, she looked amused and embarrassed in equal

amounts as she watched. Next the counter assistant handed him a cloth to

wipe the empty tables. Enjoying the situation he ignored Jennifer and

wiped the tables before collecting his tea and sitting at his table.

While pretending not to he listened intently to the conversation between

Jennifer and Anita discussing what had just happened.

"Did Susan and I go too far?" Anita asked.

"Just far enough," Jennifer giggled, "to the boundary of too far."

"Come along Minnie."

Back in the car, now fully laced to Glorias satisfaction, Jennifer

quizzed Minnie about the café. Minnie said, "I wish you were more

controlling occasionally Jennifer, you know, like Anita and her cousin

were." Minnie smiled.

"You really enjoyed that?" There was surprise in her tone.

"After the initial shock I wanted it to go on and on."

"Well...I can't and won't act meanly toward you - so stop asking!"

Jennifer squeezed his knee. "I love my husband too much." She glanced

over. "Even now my husband has strippers tits. Anita says you need a 36c

or 34d bra depending on brand." She giggled. "But you already know my

34d bras fit..."

"How did you know?"

"I noticed my lingerie drawer in disarray," Jennifer said, "you can help

yourself to any you like, it's okay...and a girl can never have too much

lingerie."

"I'm not a girl, nor a woman."

Held in traffic Jennifer looked Minnie in the eye, said since the

implants she had come to think of his pronouns as 'she/her' in

preparation for the other staff arriving. "Just get used to it, as the

doctor said it will be around six months before it is safe to remove

your breast implants."

"When you say it like that I feel as if I am trapped as Minnie for a

half year."

"You know full well you are Minnie." Jennifer pulled into traffic. "I

asked you to reconsider, the doctor warned you and he asked, repeatedly,

if you had second thoughts."

Minnie sat quietly then said being she/her at the uniform shop. "That

will save any chance of the new maids discovering our secret."

"That's my girl."

As they drove across the city Minnie complained the new corset was far

too tight. Jennifer ignored his complaint saying his old uniform was too

big for his waist he needed to get a uniform that looked smart. "You

cannot continue wearing that old uniform, plus, I want my maids to

match."

Jennifer took a lilac maid uniform from the rack. "I'm fed up with

seeing you wearing black day after day, this will match your corset. And

this peach one." Jennifer held up the hangers to Minnie. "Knee length

for daytime Minnie, no shorter," the sales assistant hovered nearby,

"you will need formal black uniform for evenings."

As Minnie tried on a day uniform the sales assistant said the material

was easy clean, resisted creasing, hard wearing. Jennifer asked the

assistant what style of formal uniform was popular, she suggested "hem

around 3 inches above knee, half sleeve and scoop neckline. May I

suggest a petticoat evening times to add a little fulness to the skirt."

With his tightly corseted body the day uniforms, with fitted bodice and

flared skirt, fitted perfectly. The sales assistant handed him an

evening uniform to try on. Once again Jennifer declared it a perfect

fit.

"I feel exposed wearing this Mrs Collins." Minnie folded his arms

beneath his breasts. "My chest is on display."

"The scoop neck displays your cleavage a little, but, with modestly."

Jennifer declared the lace edging to neckline, sleeve, and hem 'cute'

and the sales assistant produced a similarly edged serving apron which

she tied around his waist with a perfect bow at the back. Unbeknown to

Minnie the thin satin material did little to hide the outline of his

nipples.

"You look very smart Minnie," Jennifer declared. "I'll take all three."

She checked her watch. "It's getting late, get changed quickly." She

asked the sales assistant to have 'Minnie' embroidered on the right side

of each then send them on.

"I'll make sure they arrive by Monday Mrs Collins."

The arrival of Donna and Maria infused a new energy into the Collins

household. Minnie, welcomed the two new maids with a smile. Next morning

Donna and Maria emerged from their bedrooms wearing lilac uniforms.

Having checked their appearance one final time in the maids lounge

mirror they stepped into matching lilac heels. "Mrs. Collins wants you

to wear these." Donna held out a pair of heels toward Minnie with a

smile. "Rubber heel covers to prevent click, click, click."

"Jennifer never mentioned new shoes. They look uncomfortable," Minnie

said.

"Mrs. Collins told me," Donna said with emphasis on 'Mrs. Collins.'

Minnie reluctantly put the heels on.

Minnie began guiding Donna and Maria through the rooms, explaining the

intricacies of their tasks. To Minnie's surprise, Donna, with an air of

authority, declared, "Let me stop you right there Minnie, Mrs Collins

hired me as her housekeeper. While I appreciate you showing me the

layout of the house, I am in charge of the day-to-day operations, you,

Minnie and Maria will follow my instructions, working as a team we will

have no problem in keeping this house immaculate."

Minnie, momentarily taken aback, nodded in agreement. As the trio

gathered in the hallway, Donna handed a list of cleaning tasks to Minnie

and Maria.

"We begin a room-by-room deep clean today starting with the kitchen

before cook arrives. I expect these tasks to be completed before lunch,"

Donna instructed, her tone firm but not unkind.

Minnie and Maria set about their assigned duties, Jennifer observed the

scene with a hint of amusement as she passed by the open doorway. She

made a mental note to relive the moment, on the security system, when

Minnie discovered Donna was her boss. The dynamics had shifted, and

Minnie, who had relished the idea of bossing maids around, now found

himself following someone else's instructions. In the hours that

followed, the kitchen echoed with the sounds of scrubbing, dusting, and

the occasional hum of vacuum cleaners. Donna, with an efficient

demeanour, supervised the first day of the deep cleaning operation,

ensuring every nook and cranny received meticulous attention.

Just before lunch, Donna conducted a thorough inspection of the

completed tasks. She praised Maria for her meticulous work,

acknowledging the newly arrived maid's commitment to the cleaning.

However, when it came to Minnie's efforts, Donna pointed out several

shortcomings.

"Minnie, attention to detail is crucial in this household. I expect

better from you. Ensure the oven is properly cleaned before you finish

tonight," Donna declared, her words leaving no room for negotiation.

Minnie, shocked at being reprimanded within earshot of Jennifer, nodded

in acknowledgment. "I am sorry Donna."

Waiting until he was alone, Jennifer approached Minnie with a gentle

smile "Donna takes her role seriously, doesn't she?" she remarked, her

eyes filled with amusement.

Minnie, somewhat frustrated, replied, "We never agreed Donna would be in

charge."

Jennifer chuckled. "Well, my dearest Minnie, you insisted you wanted the

role of full-time maid. Donna is employed as my housekeeper. And as you

discovered earlier, Donna will ensure the house is kept in top

condition, to the standard of cleanliness you once demanded from the

contract cleaners."

A couple of days later, well into the evening, Donna assigned Minnie to

wait in the kitchen for Jennifer to leave the sitting room. "Wait until

Mrs.Collins goes to bed then tidy the sitting room before you finish."

Minnie listened a while, knocked on the door and, receiving no answer,

opened the door. Jennifer sat opposite the crackling fire reading, gone-

cold tea on the table beside her chair, putting her book aside she

looked up. "You surprised me Minnie, I thought everyone was in bed."

"I had homework." Minnie took several sheets of paper from his apron

pocket, thrusting them at her.

"What is this...you have been given lines?" Jennifer began to laugh

softly as she saw 'at all times I will only address my employer as Mrs.

Collins' repeated over and over.

"It is not funny." Minnie theatrically looked over as his shoulder,

enunciated clearly "Mrs. Collins" and went on to explain Donna had

finally lost patience with him, she had told him to write it out twenty

times. "I was so angry I filled all the paper she gave me, that will

teach her."

"Donna will be pleased you took her punishment seriously and went the

extra mile." Jennifer noticed her tea had gone cold. "I'm sure we can

work this out over a cup of tea, go make some fresh tea for us both

Minnie."

Jennifer smiled as he poured their tea. "It's been just over a week

since Gemma and Maria arrived, how are you finding the transition so

far?"

Minnie, unable to contain his frustration any longer, sighed. "It's not

what I expected, Jen...Mrs. Collins I thought being Minnie was about me

enjoying acting the role of maid. Donna's constant scrutiny and

strictness make it feel like a job. What makes it worse she is little

more than a child."

"I am surprised you feel that way Minnie, you told me how you loved

being totally subservient around Anita and, her cousin, Susan. That is

one reason I considered Donna a perfect fit as housekeeper." Her charity

work had helped Jennifer sharpen her 'thinking-on-feet' skills and she

employed those to her best ability. "You repeatedly asked me to act as

your mistress, when I refused to treat you meanly you slipped into your

old ways, spending your days playing pointless computer games when

dressed as Minnie." Jennifer smiled. "From what I see, beside being

strict Donna when required, she is friendly and helpful."

Minnie softened. "I guess she is, when..." He giggled. "When I do my job

properly."

"Then use that knowledge to your advantage," Jennifer said as if

speaking to a puppy or imbecile. "Time and time again you asked me to be

strict with you Rather than complaining to me you should be taking this

opportunity to thank me for providing you with a housekeeper who is

strict when you misbehave."

Minnie, realising the sense in Jennifer's words, stood and collected up

the tea things. "Thank you." As he reached the door to leave he turned

back, a big smile spread across his face. "Goodnight Mrs. Collins."