As a fan of Emma Finn's work I was at first slighly hesitant a retelling of this classic tale was needed but after seeing the material that BigBird shared with me I am all by confident that Emma herself would have approved of such "fan fiction". It's a great story on its own that lovers of transformation genre are bound to love. The story is going to be a long one and will be published in multiple installments. Please feel free to comment and share your ideas.
If for some reason you missed Emma's novel,
I highly recommend Book
1 of the unfinished trilogy, but if you want a completed shorter version,
you can also read Cleaner:
The Original Story, one of the first (and best) lady-to-maid stories out
there.
The Cleaner Returns
by BigBird74
Many of you will recognise the title of this story. In places, Cleaner (an alternative) leans heavily on Emma Finn’s wonderful book. However the aim of this project is to offer a whole new story that touches on the original material every so often. The overall plot is very similar. The feel is very different. Other than Melissa, the characters are the same largely speaking.
I hope you all take this as it is intended, as a
tribute to Emma. I was lucky enough to exchange ideas and emails with her on
several occasions and always found her a joy to talk to. I was deeply saddened
when she had to leave us and her work was left unfinished. I wondered whether
to try and finish it, but then decided to take an alternative (easier) route
and rework the story.
I hope you enjoy!
BigBird
1
I stretched my legs towards the driver’s seat, tipping
the heels from off my feet. It felt good to finally get those killer shoes off
my suffering toes. I had been on my feet almost constantly this morning,
strutting up and down a catwalk as we practised for next month’s show. I felt
my stomach turn at the thought.
Why had I been so stupid to agree to do that show? I
must have seemed somewhat desperate, as people were constantly pushing for me
to do one more show before taking up my longed for retirement. Now, after four
assignments in seven weeks, I was feeling stressed. The reason I wanted to
retire - panic attacks - were not getting any better. Now, with my retirement
as out of reach as ever, matters were coming to a head. Typically, in such a
high-octane environment, one becomes largely immune to the catty remarks, put
downs and constant pressure to look one’s best. However after what felt like a
lifetime in the industry, my confidence was waning fast and my ability to stand
tall badly diminished.
That explains why I was now on my way to an
appointment with Dr Mark Jacobs. Okay so many would write him off as a quack
shrink, but his adverts are everywhere and I was desperate for help. He was
also available. It usually takes several weeks to get an appointment to see a
guy of his experience, but after telling him my name – Dahlia Western – the
door opened much more quickly. I smiled at that thought: perhaps I still had it
after all! Almost twenty years after my first modelling job, I was still able
to turn almost any man – and, come to that – woman’s head. I rummaged through
my handbag and found my pocket mirror, checking my makeup.
