by Tom Tame
Tatiana gave him a stinging swat on his bottom as he turned to go. He jumped and squealed and rubbed his
cheek as he picked up his pace.
All he could hear beyond the thudding roar of his heartbeat in his ears was the sound of giggling as he
hurried away.
Maids in Blue
There was a blur of hallways. He was in a daze. The tick of his heels clicking on the floor was like a
metronome, monotonous, regular and soothing. They had changed his pills again, hadn't they? He felt less dull in his
thoughts, but far more dreamy. He caught himself from time to time simply smiling away blissfully. Even as he
swayed down the hall, his short, lacy petticoats swishing under his short skirt and tickling his thighs, he realized he
was smiling sweetly at everyone.
There was a knock on a door and he glanced up to see his hand curled into a fist. He felt the rap against his
knuckles but didn't remember lifting his arm. He uncurled his hand and saw his long fingernails painted with pink
gloss. He remembered sitting that very morning with one soft thigh crossed over the other before the mirror,
smelling the pungent alkaline odor of the nail polish as he carefully brushed color over each long nail. Sophia had
been humming merrily behind him, pausing only to peer over his shoulder with a quick kiss to his neck. "That's a
good color for you, baby."
"Thank you, Miss Sophia." He'd picked it himself and was suddenly terribly delighted with the way it made
his fingers look.
Miss Lydia raised her head as he came in. She appeared happy to see him. "My, my, you're coming along
nicely, aren't you?" She acted as if she hadn't seen him in weeks, but he'd been with her just the other day.
He curtsied and smiled, blushing. "Yes, Miss Lydia."
"Your wife was right about you. She said once you began it would be a short trip."
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Lydia."
"She certainly did a good job on you, followed all my instructions to the letter. You were halfway there
when you walked in the door."
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Lydia." Was he even listening to what she was saying? Perhaps, he should
be. Why had he come here?
"I knew pairing you with Tatiana was the right choice. She's quite merciless with her little girls, and she
enjoys her work, of course."
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Lydia." He felt the urge to fidget with his fingers, but Miss Lydia didn't
like it when her girls fidgeted so he kept his hands relaxed by his sides.
She stood from behind the desk, dressed in a tight black skirt and a sleeveless silver blouse. Sauntering
around him, studying him, she let her fingers dance lightly over his waist, bound even tighter in the smaller, heavily-
boned corset they'd squeezed him into just that morning. She lifted his skirt in the back, raised the petticoats and
touched his soft bottom, giving it a little pinch, lifting one cheek and watching as it fell and jiggled back into place.
"Your ass is utterly indistinguishable from a real girl. In fact most girls would be envious. It's very soft now. You've
noticed that, haven't you?" What a coincidence; he'd noticed that very morning.
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Lydia." Had he noticed that? He'd felt the shake and jiggle of his bottom,
but he'd assumed it was due to the tall heels and the tight gaffe.
Miss Lydia stood before him and smiled enigmatically, caressing his face. "Have you noticed how soft your
skin has become?" He'd noticed many things that very morning.
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Lydia." All the lotions Sophia made him use daily had certainly had a
dramatic effect. Not only was his skin soft and smooth to the touch, but his face had actually rounded off and
softened.
She ran her finger over the soft hills and cleavage of his breasts, hoisted to the hilt in the shelf bra. "And how
are these coming along, hm? Are they sensitive?"
His nipples twitched and twanged gently and grew until they were like two stone pebbles sitting on his chest.
"Y-yes, Miss Lydia. They're . . . they're very sensitive."
Miss Lydia grinned. "Let's see." She pulled down his top with a swift practiced motion and pressed her
thumbs against his areolas, rubbing them in slow opposing circles, taking delight in how his nipples slipped and
flipped under her touch. They had most certainly grown as the size of his breasts had grown.
His knees buckled and he stumbled forward with a gasp and a whimper. He fell against Miss Lydia's sweet
smelling body and began to pant terribly as his heart raced. His moans surprised even him and he felt a little squirt
of precum in his gaffe once again. It was too much. The sensation of her rough, brutal thumbs on the tender raw
nerves of his nipples was enough to render him unconscious. He swore he could feel the tiny lines of her fingerprints
like sandpaper as they moved in regular circles. He couldn't latch on to his feelings: did it hurt? did it feel good?
Was he in a torment of pain or a never-ending cascade of euphoria? Whatever it was, it was enough to steal his
breath away, to make his heart thud in his face and ears and neck and especially his nipples. It was enough to send
him into a high orbit of pure sensory overload.
Miss Lydia smiled and pushed him back into an attentive stance with a single finger to his chest. "Yes, very
good." She stopped rubbing and was delighted when he whined a little.
He couldn't help himself. What had started as painful and overwhelming had quickly become warm and
soothing and pure ecstasy. "P-please. . . ." He needed to be touched. His nipples were hard and cold and they needed
stimulation. He needed pleasure. He couldn't go back to just standing there without it.
Miss Lydia grinned and placed her thumbs back on his nipples. She gazed deeply into his eyes and began to
rub him once again, soft, slow and regular. "You're becoming a very good girl for me. You're becoming soft and
sweet. You'll always be a very good girl for me. You're growing nice soft breasts for me. You're growing big, soft,
sensitive breasts for me. It's okay to be a good girl. It's okay . . . "
" . . . Sophia is here. Miss Sophia will always help you become a good girl. The more love you feel for Miss
Sophia, the softer and sweeter you become."
Sophia was there, and it was as if she'd appeared out of nowhere, though he did have the distant memory of a
knock and Miss Lydia's voice telling her it was open. That had happened hours ago, hadn't it? He closed his eyes
and lost himself in the gentle rubbing as his stiff nipples flipped beneath her thumbs, transmitting wave after wave
of sheer pleasure.
Sophia smiled and kissed him on the cheek. She'd changed her hair. It was straight now and long and shone
like satin. She'd lost weight and it accentuated her curves even more. She had always been beautiful, always had a
bountiful bosom and nice hips, but now she was a bombshell. The corset and the nest egg blue Maid's uniform
formed her into an impossibly gorgeous, sensual creature. When had that happened? He saw her every morning and
every night, but he was in such a dream most of the time that perhaps he simply hadn't noticed.
Sophia's eyes flashed with hesitance as Miss Lydia whispered to her sternly. "Do as I've told you."
She licked her luscious lips, swallowed and her face betrayed her nervousness. "Hello . . . Alyssa. I've missed
you, Alyssa. I love you so much . . . Alyssa. How are you feeling, Alyssa?"
He swallowed and blinked. Beautiful S
ophia. Warm Sophia. Sophia who he worked so hard to please, but
always needed more than he could give. With a tremor in his voice, he replied, "I'm . . . I'm confused."
Miss Lydia chimed in quickly. "Girls often are when they go through puberty. They have a new body and
new feelings. Boys that didn't look twice at them yesterday suddenly can't tear their eyes away. It will all soon pass
as you become accustomed to your new life."
"Alyssa," Sophia whispered. There was no mistaking the love in her eyes. "Look at you! You're so
beautiful!" She spoke as if she hadn't seen him in weeks, but they'd seen each other that very morning.
"Once they start filling out, it happens quickly. All that resistance is gone and they blossom like beautiful
flowers."
Sophia placed her lips on one of his nipples and began to softly suck. He gasped yet again, feeling the rush of
pleasure from her tongue and the warmth of her mouth. She smacked her lips and giggled. "Are you ready for your
blue uniform, Alyssa?"
Curtsy. Smile. Blush. "Yes, Miss Sophia." Was he? What did it mean? The blue uniform meant the guests
could touch him, but was that what he wanted? He had been safe in the pink uniform, untouchable, but if any of the
guests played with his nipples, how safe would he be?
Sophia turned with a smile and blush to Miss Lydia, who replied, "Arrangements are being made."
"And for me?" Sophia asked.
Miss Lydia grinned. "Oh, yes, for you, too. The guests have been inundating with me requests. I'm afraid the
moment you show your pretty face in that black uniform it will be a feeding frenzy."
He blinked. Black uniform? That meant--
"Why?" he asked suddenly.
Lydia and Sophia turned swiftly toward him.
After a moment, Miss Lydia whispered, "Go on then. It's only right he should know."
Sophia sniffled and nodded and planted her gaze square on her husband's pretty made-up eyes with his pretty
lashes. "Because I love you. I love you so much."
He squirmed and felt tears on his cheeks. He'd have to fix his face; he already felt the urge. "You're . . .
you're leaving me."
She shook her head. "I would never leave you. I couldn't. I love you. Sweetie, you have to understand. I need
so much. I have so much love in my heart and I want to share it with everyone. I've--I've been with men who used
me, and I loved them for it, but they didn't love me back. I've been with rich, successful men who loved the idea of
me, but didn't really know me. Then I found you."
She wound her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. If not for the pillowy feeling of his breasts, it
would almost have been like old times. "You tried so hard. I know that. You tried to be sweet with me when I
needed it, and you were. You tried to be rough with me when I needed it, but you loved me too much to really hurt
me, which was exactly what I needed. You tried to role-play. You tried to go to the parties, but let's face it, you
could never let yourself go. You always had that male ego, that male pride that prevented you from being free." She
peered up into his eyes once again and he shivered. She was so beautiful, and she was so right. He had tried, and he
knew it wasn't enough, but he'd hoped against hope that she could settle for less.
"I wanted to be with another woman and for you to watch, but you were afraid I would love her more than
you and run away. I wanted you to be with another man and watch, but you were . . . so afraid I would no longer see
you as a man. I wanted you to experience all the pleasure and love that I do when I let men have me, when I let
women have me, when I let couples use me, because I knew no matter what they do to me, I always have you. I
knew you had it in you, but it was your stubborn maleness that prevented it from coming out. When the money
situation came up, I reached out to Miss Lydia. I knew what she could do, what she would do, and I knew she had a
price, and that price was me."
Finally, some semblance of intelligence returned to him. "Y-you?"
Miss Lydia spoke then. "She's being groomed, Alyssa. She has to come up through the ranks first, the black
uniform, the yellow uniform, the red uniform, but soon she'll be in position to take over. At first during the times
when I take my vacation. It will be a challenge surrendering once again. You'll take it easy on me, won't you, dear?"
Sophia grinned. "No, Miss Lydia."
For the first time, they watched as Lydia turned beet red. She swallowed deeply and nodded. "Good. You
may have to lay it on thick at first. I can be quite stubborn. Eventually though--" Miss Lydia explained, "--I'll turn
the place over to her."
He considered what they'd told him. In a strange way, he was grateful. He was still frightened, but Miss
Sophia was here. As long as she was here, as long as she loved him, what did anything else matter? "The--the
house? The bills?"
Sophia smiled devilishly and began to rub his nipples. From that moment on, there was only pleasure
coursing through him. "All taken care of. Now, I believe there are two lovely women waiting to take advantage of
you, and I can't wait to see what they do."
He opened his eyes just long enough to smile at his wife. "I . . . I love you, Miss Sophia."
She blushed deeply and kissed him. "I love you, too, Alyssa."
"Sophia will be keeping busy with her new job for a bit, so you'll be staying with me. You won't mind that,
will you, Alyssa?"
He blushed and shook his head. Someone's thumbs--he couldn't tell whose anymore--were rubbing his
sensitive nipples around and around and he was simply awash with bliss. His reply was a trembling whisper. "N-no,
Miss Lydia."
"You'll be under my care 24/7. Things are going to happen rather quickly, dear. Just go with it. You'll do
that, won't you? For me?"
He nodded and bit down hard on his upper lip. He wasn't sure he could remain standing much longer. His
knees were already weak and threatening to give out. "Y-yes, Miss Lydia."
Suddenly, he felt her soft hand on his cheek and heard her whisper, "Pretty thing."
Hand in hand, he and Miss Sophia made the short trip back to the lounge, where Tatiana and the lovely
woman awaited him. Everyone smiled at each other and made little greetings. Tatiana's grin was broad as she
greeted him. "Welcome back, devushka. You look so much prettier in blue, don't you think?"
He had changed? When had he changed? Looking down into his own cleavage, which seemed much softer
and rounder than it had before, he noticed he was indeed in the nest egg blue uniform. He remembered gazing at
himself in the mirror as Tatiana had taught him, smoothing his corset down as he admired his profile, straightening
his stockings. He remembered the little pink maid's cap pinned in his hair.
He curtsied. "Y-yes, Miss Tatiana."
Sophia patted him on the bottom and gave him a little nudge, which was like encouraging a kitten to play
with wolves. "Miss Lydia wants her hair re-styled when you're done with her, and she wants her corset cinched up a
few more notches. Also, she should start receiving lighter dosages of the tranquilizer, but the hormones should stay
the same."
Tatiana reached out and played with Alyssa's hair. "I was thinking of having them give her a little makeover
as well. The pinks and the lavenders are cute, but she's in blue now. I am thinking warmer, darker tones, da?"
Sophia studied her husband's face. "I think she'd be darling with a little tou
ch of burgundy."
"Really?" Tatiana said, "I am thinking gold like mine. We could be like sisters, and it will bring her to black uniform sooner."
Sophia shook her head. "Golds? It looks good on you, but for her--"
Tatiana grinned like an imp, picking up one of Alyssa's curls and wrapping it around her finger. "It would go
well with her new hair color."
Sophia's eyes widened. "New color?"
Tatiana laughed. "How do you think she'd look as a blonde?"
Sophia's mouth dropped open. Slowly, a smile grew on her face. "Oh. Oh my. I can't--I can't imagine. Oh . . .
I would love to see her as a blonde."
"I do this before. It helps separate themselves from who they used to be. It will change how she sees herself."
Sophia nodded with an eager giggle. "I want to see it the second it's done. I can't wait!"
"He's burning red hot." The woman standing between them pointed as she spoke. She was right. Alyssa's
cheeks were bright red. Standing there, being discussed as if he were nothing but a doll for two girls to enjoy,
dressed in his pretty new blue uniform, knowing that soon any guest who wanted to touch him would be able to, was
nearly too much. All he could think of was avoiding Mister Zebra at all costs.
"'She'," Sophia and Tatiana corrected the woman together. They turned and laughed at one another.
"Well," Sophia said, "I'll leave my pretty husband in your capable hands then. There are several guests I
know who have been waiting to get their paws on me."
"H-husband?" the woman exclaimed. "This . . . is your husband?"
"It was," Tatiana giggled.
Alyssa looked like she might melt from shame.
"Did--did he always look like this?" the woman wondered.
"Oh, no," Sophia replied, "he's changed quite a bit."
"And," Tatiana added, "he's hardly your husband anymore."
Alyssa suddenly looked worried.
Tatiana took his hand and drew him forward to the woman who was waiting to feel him up and down. " She is
more like your little girl now."
Sophia giggled and agreed. As she walked away, Tatiana called after her. "Shall I drop her off at your room
after we're done?"
Sophia shook her head. "She'll be staying with Miss Lydia for awhile."
Tatiana raised her eyebrows. She grinned at Alyssa. "Oh, sweetie, you're not going to know what hit you."