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A maid’s tale

My morning starts at 5 am I’m allowed a twenty minute shower in which I’m expected to remove all body hair. Mistress hates razor bumps so I have to use Veet. When I get out of the shower I see the clothes Mistress had me lay out the night before, I slip my red lace panties up over my hips until I feel them fit snugly. My Mistress has given me a matching lace bra to wear it’s a pushup bra which makes my titties look bigger. I then strap on my garter belt and slide my stockings up and attach them and make sure the seams are straight, Mistress doesn’t like pantyhose. A short black skirt and white blouse complete my uniform. The blouse is short and only comes to my navel and cut so low that every time I bend over you can see the lace cups of my bra. The skirt is likewise short barely halfway down my thighs so again anyone standing behind me can see my panties whenever I bend over. I know it’s kind of naughty but I try to bend over a lot. I like to wear high heels but mistress says they make too tall so I have to wear flats unless I have special permission, at least they’re cute little t-straps. Next comes make up; mascara, eye liner and shadow, blush, and lipstick. Now I’m ready to inspect the rest of the girls.

The others are all ready and look gorgeous of course. Heidi looks especially cute in pigtails. She’s on kitchen duty this week so she’s wearing a darling little cook’s outfit. I envy her a little she’s more petite than me and shorter so she can wear heels all the time. I can see a hint of a bra strap peeking out of her sleeveless dress and ask her to tuck it in. Then there’s Lauren, she’ll be serving Mistress’ breakfast so she’s wearing a more standard maid’s uniform. Finally Becka the new girl, Becka’s on call this morning to run errands and fetch things for Mistress, she’s got on a frilly sundress in case she has to go out for some reason. My name is Anna. I’m Mistress’ body servant.

Lauren goes femme

Your new name will be Lauren, Let me tell you a little about who and what you will be. Eventually Lauren will be employed by one of our wealthy female clients. I can’t tell you just exactly who She will be, but suffice it to say that in your eyes she will be the most beautiful woman you have ever known.You will dedicate every waking moment to ensuring that she is happy, healthy and content. You will have no sexual feeling for her, of course, or for any woman for that matter; this would only compromise your role as a servant. You will admire her, though. In your heart of hearts, you will wish that you could be her.Everything that she touches – her clothes, her undergarments, her makeup, her shoes, and her jewelry, even the furniture she sits uponwill be dearer to you than your own life. You will be nothing. She will be God, the Universe, all that is good and beautiful and worthy of being loved. Your existence would have no meaning if it were not for Her. If she is in the least displeased with your behavior it will be as if someone were twisting a knife inside your chest. You will have no peace of mind until she restores you to her good graces. Even the slightest frown or look of disappointment can drive you to tears of despair for not having perfectly served her.You will work very very hard, Lauren. Your days will be filled with cleaning, washing, vacuuming, cooking, ironing, sweeping, laying out clothes, picking up clothes, putting away clothes, dusting, emptying trash, doing dishes, mopping, brushing your mistressís hair, serving meals, serving coffee, making snacks, scouring toilets, making beds, day after day after day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. What little time you have for yourself will be spent looking at the pictures in women’s magazines or fussing with your appearance. You will keep yourself lean and trim. Your undergarments and uniforms will always be immaculate. Your makeup will always be fresh and perfectly applied.And sometimes, Lauren, when it is late at night and you are not too exhausted from your long day of service, you will pleasure yourself in a manner consistent with the abject feminine consciousness we have created for you. You will find yourself fantasizing exclusively about men: strong and powerful men who are as strong as you are weak, who are as hard and forceful as you are soft and submissive, men alone or men in groups who see you only as a sexual object, men who want to possess your body in every conceivable way again and again and again.As time passes you will naturally want to make your fantasies real. Perhaps your mistress will give you a night off now and then. Perhaps she will have given you some of her precious, castaway clothing. Perhaps you will put on a tight dress and high heels and spend an evening looking for male companionship at a local bar. All will be possible once you are a woman.I know that you have lived a cultured life and are well educated. You have read many books and perhaps speak several languages. You are accustomed to thinking deeply about things, to making decisions based on reason and analysis and your great storehouse of knowledge. All of this will change.When we are done with you you will barely have the intellectual capacity of a six year old. Big words will be lost on you. Out of necessity your mistress will have to talk to you like a child. You will be smart enough to follow instructions and do your weekly chores, but no more than that. You will be able to read simple printed messages, but the morning newspaper will be as meaningless to you as if it were written in Egyptian hieroglyphics.I know this is very hard for you to imagine, and it might be more than a little frightening as well, but I assure you that we do this for very good reasons. You will simply be much happier if you donít have to think very much. How many college graduates are content to be maids? Being a maid will be the most important and treasured thing in your life, next to your mistressís happiness, and we donít want to complicate it with unnecessary thinking. And you shouldnít be afraid. The process is gradual, somewhat in synchronization with the changes in your body.As your breasts become bigger and bigger thanks to the massive injections of hormones, your mind will become smaller and smaller thanks to the other medication and treatments we will give you. Memories and experience will vanish like ghosts in the dark. In their place will appear simple concepts and feelings similar to those of a very young girl. Have you ever noticed how much little girls worship their mothers? How they want to look and act like them? How they follow them around the house trying to be helpful? How they want to look pretty and be loved? Those are the feelings that you will soon have, first towards one of our trainers and then towards the woman whom you will serve and adore for the rest of your life.So there it is Lauren. I would ask you if you still wanted to go through with it, but we both know that it is too late for second thoughts. You have been unhappy as a man, but now we are here for you to make things better. I look forward to seeing you next week. Please be sure to have your affairs in order, as you will never be returning to your present home or to your present life.Now I’m ready to serve, where do I report?

Perfumed servant

Good Morning Mistress,
I am back home again now and only have one day before I head back to work. I did some shopping in Burbank and found a purfume called Obsession that I purchased. I bought it and a bracelet. The bracelet is a gold solid wrap around type. The perfume is very seductive and I spray a little in my bandana so that I can take it out and press it to my face. The smell is deep and very seductive, feminine and the name obsession is what you are to me. You are my obsesion. Your voice is seductive and arousing. I don’t need scenarios or stages just your voice telling me what you need me to do or want me to do even if it is just for your amusement. I look forward to our next conversation, I remain your loyal enthusiastic servant

To be turned into a real sissy….

Mistress,
I look at your website all the time, and dream. I have only called once but it is almost torture to me not to be turned into the sissy that I have always wanted to be. Oh if only there were a place I could go and be turned into a real sissy, brainwashed, and set free to serve women with every thing I have. I can think of no happier success story that there could be.
wanna be,
Pauline



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