Maid for Hire
Matthew needed a job. He’d been unemployed for 6 months. His girlfriend dumped him and kicked him out. And his best friend was getting tired of him always sleeping on the couch. Matthew needed to find something – and quick.
A new hotel opened up in town, named Tiresias Palace. And they needed full-time staff. Matthew immediately applied. They had an opening in the cleaning crew for him. He said he’d take it. They hired him on the spot. Told him to report to orientation on Monday. Matthew was so excited.
When he arrived for orientation, a lady from HR took him to a small, private room where he joined several other young men already there. Everyone was seated, facing a large blank TV screen. Once Matthew took his seat, the HR lady told everyone to watch the orientation video, and she’d return shortly after. She closed and locked the door on her way out. Matthew thought it was odd, but then the video began playing.
A beautiful woman appeared on the screen, welcoming everyone to their new home at Tiresias Palace. And then the screen gradually transformed into a beautiful colorful spiral.
Endless beautiful colors, swirling, spiraling, twisting, endlessly turning… round and round… endlessly turning, forever spinning, never ceasing… falling deeper and deeper… falling… effortlessly, endlessly, helplessly into a trance.
The woman’s voice continued, explaining how they were all valued team members and they were going to love working here full-time. And not just working here. But living here. All the time. This was their new home. This was where they all belonged. Lifelong employees at Tiresias Palace.
Where they would work and play… and sleep and socialize… and fall in love… and cook and sleep and clean… and work and serve… and clean and serve… and give pleasure and clean and serve… and be obedient and clean… and listen and obey and clean and serve and pleasure… and be submissive and listen and obey… and clean and live… and clean and obey… and clean and serve… and clean and submit… and clean and pleasure… and clean… and be happy little maids…
Yes.
Be happy little submissive obedient maids.
Good.
Happy feminine maids.
That’s it.
They simply loved to clean and serve and laugh… and clean and obey… and give pleasure… and obey and clean and listen… and always be happy little girly girl maids.
Obey.
Matthew was completely lost in trance.
He didn’t even notice his own body slowly changing as he listened so carefully, so obediently, so attentively to every word the beautiful woman said.
He didn’t notice his hips get wider, or his arms or legs become more slender, or his face get rounder, or his hair grow longer.
He didn’t notice the swelling in his breasts or ass. He didn’t notice his height becoming smaller. Or how his old clothes no longer fit right anymore. And amazingly he didn’t even notice as his penis shrank away, hidden within his pants, shrinking and retreating up into his flesh, absorbed and consumed by the newly forming feminine vagina now manifesting between his legs.
Matthew didn’t notice any of it.
He couldn’t take his eyes off that beautiful, colorful spiral – that had morphed from all the colors of the rainbow into only countless shades of pink.
“You love being girly maids,” the woman in the video chanted. “You love to obey and clean and serve and give pleasure. You are submissive. Obedient. You always listen. You always do as you’re told. You love being good, obedient, pretty, and happy little maids. Welcome to your new home, ladies,” the woman finished. “Now it’s time to start working. It’s time to put on your new uniforms.”
And then the video ended.
Matthew, along with the other former “men” — who’d all been transformed into unique pretty girls too — seemed a little dazed and confused, groggy and sleepy, like waking up from a long peaceful nap.
And the door opened. The HR lady entered, wheeling in a rack of fresh new hanging maid uniforms.
Matthew saw them – black and white, frilly and beautiful; a fluffy skirt, a feminine blouse, a cute little girly hat. She was going to look so pretty wearing that.
She looked around at all the other maids — her new co-workers, her new friends, her fellow sisters.
This was her home now. Where she’d live and play and clean and pleasure and obey.
And she smiled, giggling softly, realizing how lucky she was to have this job. She couldn’t wait to get to work!