Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2022 17:45:57 +0100 From: Any One Subject: Maid to serve Maid to Serve Tommy was sweating as the cards were dealt. He was in big, and he knew it but he was always just one lucky hand away from clearing his debts, or at least partly, and buy himself some breathing space. He owed big money, and the guy he owed wasn't renowned for being very forgiving He just couldn't resist the thrill of the game, and even now the adrenalin flooding through him was the drug he needed. The stakes were being raised until there were just two players left, facing each other off across them pile of chips in the centre of the table. With 3 tens in his hand, he could feel the win coming and the money coming to him (or at least the guy he owed) He turned his cards over to watch his nemesis flip over 4 jacks. The high to low was instantaneous as he felt the blood drain to his feet, his win cruelly snatched away as he watched this month's pay disappear. He drowned the dregs in his glass, picked up his things and slumped away to the door with the defeated look of a serial loser. His way was blocked by the man mountain who ran security at the gambling den -- not so quick Tommy, he said, the boss wants a word. Tommy knew what that word meant, but he had no options left as he was escorted back into the office at the rear of the room. Bob was sat behind the desk smoking a large cigar as Tommy meekly entered the room. Bob had been watching the scenes on camera and knew exactly what had gone down. Tommy tried to offer his excuses before they were asked for, but Bob hushed him. You owe me big Tommy, and your luck just ran out. He started to beg but again Bob hushed him. It is time to pay up Tommy -- I am calling in my debt. They both knew Tommy had blown his wages, and there was no way he could pay in cash. Bob said he wasn't an unreasonable man, so he offered him an olive branch. Tommy would take anything at this point, Bob wasn't a guy to be crossed, and if he wanted paying, you paid. Bob explained he was prepared to take labour in lieu of cash, to work off the debt. Tommy felt relief wash over him -- sure I'll do whatever work you need me to he said. Not you Bob snapped, two-bit losers I can find anywhere. No, you have a son don't you Bob asked. Yeah, Tommy answered, but Peter is only 10. There's no muscle on him, he is only skin & bones, I can do a far better days work. Bob wasn't taking no for answer, Tommy's son would be employed by Bob for one month in lieu of the gambling debt. And that is how Tommy and his son Peter ended up at 10 am on a Saturday morning knocking at the back door of Bob's gambling paradise. One of the goons was there to open the back door and Peter walked in. The goon blocked Tommy following him, we'll take it from here. Tommy went to complain, but the goon pushed him back. Come back in one month and your debt will be cleared. Peter was led into the back office, real nervous, not understanding what was going on. Bob appeared with a big smile on his face. Hi there Peter, you here to work for me he asked. Er yeah, I think so he replied, but I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. Don't worry about that, just do as you are told, and your dad's debt will be cleared, and he will be fine. If you cause us any problems, your dad is in big trouble -- understand? Peter nodded, good boy he was told. Now Donna here will take you to your new home for the next month and get you ready for work. Peter looked round and for the first time saw a blonde woman, about 40 he guessed, sitting in a chair in the corner. She stood up and took Peter's hand and led him out the office, Bob called after them, I am counting on you and so is your dad, don't mess up Peter, make sure you do everything Donna asks you to. He nodded slightly and Donna took him by the hand, out into the parking lot and into her waiting car Don't look so sad she said, you might enjoy this she said. Peter nodded but sat quietly for the 20-minute journey until they pulled through some electric gates up a sweeping driveway to what can only be described as a mansion. They got out and she took him through the imposing doors and straight up the staircase Right before we get you fitted into your uniform, I'm going to need you to take a bath and get nice and clean, so you don't ruin anything. Peter thought this a bit strange but didn't want to argue, so was took a seat in the bathroom whilst Donna ran a bath, adding oils and other things until bubbles covered the surface and filled the tub. Well strip then she said, you can't take a bath like that. Peter was embarrassed but did as he was asked and climbed into the tub as quick as he could. This wasn't so bad he thought, Donna gathered up his things and told him to make sure everything was clean and wash his hair as she left him to it. He made sure to wash everywhere like instructed and then washed his hair. He was just finishing up when Donna re-appeared with a huge white towel and told him to get up. He was still embarrassed but did as asked, and she dried him off before leading him into an adjoining bedroom. It was bright pink, pink everything, carpets curtains, a huge bed and wardrobe. He was led to a dressing table and told to take a seat. Donna passed him a pink dressing gown to put on, this was embarrassing -- it was obviously meant for a little girl -- but covering himself up felt better, so he went along with it. Donna sat next to him. Ok sweetie she said, here is what is going to happen. Bob needs a new maid, and you are going to be it. He nodded, thinking that's ok, I just need to clean up and things, not too bad but I'm not sure why I needed a bath first. All maids here are females she explained, and to fit in, you are going to wear their uniform, Donna told him. I can't do that he protested, oh you can and you will she told him. For the first time she looked menacing, and Peter was scared of her, you will do this or your dad is in serious trouble. Peter nodded, ok then, and just like that Donna's smile appeared, good girl she told him, I knew you wouldn't give me any trouble. For the next hour Donna styled and trimmed his hair. It had been fashionably long, down to his collar, and now he had quite a cute, bobbed cut. Next, she went to work on his make-up. Now pay attention she told him, from tomorrow you will be expected to do this on your own. He saw how to apply foundation, lip gloss, eye liner and eye shadow. His eye lashes were teased, and he had become unrecognisable from the boy who entered the house a few hours ago. Donna then attended to his nails, filing and manicuring them before applying gloss red varnish to his now perfect finger and toenails. She then picked up this strange item and told him to hold still. She lined up against his right ear and felt a sting as she pierced his ear. He let out a cry, but she told him to hush and then pierced his left ear She then went to the drawers and sorted through before returning with a pair of black lacy knickers and a tiny bra. She had to help him put these on, before she added fillers to give him a bust. Next came a pair of black fishnet tights, that he had no idea how to put on before Donna taught him how to roll each leg up and slide up one at a time. From the wardrobe she produced a black and white maids dress for him to step into. She had to help him with the zip up the back, before affixing a white lacy apron around his waist and a cap on his head, that she used some bobby pins to keep fixed in place. Finally she found some black pumps, with at least a four inch heel. He slid them on and Donna buckled them around his ankles. Come on she said, lets walk over to the mirror and take a full look at you. Peter nearly went flying as he stood up, it's a good job Donna was there to catch up. She led him over to a full-length mirror and he gasped at what he saw. He couldn't believe the reflection, the slightly scruffy 10 year old boy was long gone, replace with a well-manicured and groomed little girl. Donna snapped a collar around his neck, it was black leather and was very tight, he complained but again Donna told him to quit crying, before she fixed a padlock at the rear, locking the collar in place. There she said, very pleased with her work, Bob will be impressed. I think the only thing left is to christen you, you can't be Peter looking like that. Any preference she asked him, but Peter was still dumbstruck looking at the reflection staring back from the mirror and said nothing. Ok she said, I will pick then -- I think you look like a Stacy. From now on you will be called Stacy, do you understand? Stacy nodded back, the latest maid in the household had been born. Hope you like part one, I love hearing any feedback you have (good or bad!), and any ideas you have for Stacy are gratefully received. Please remember to support nifty if you can