Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapter 9.

By Jackie J

Having spoken with Lady Hogarth Annie busied herself about her duties. Was this not the best outcome Annabella could have wished for? The question of inheritance had been settled, hadn’t it? Lady Hogarth far from challenging or ridiculing Annabella had been sympathetic, understood Annabella’s dark desires, she would say nothing, a secret between the two of them. Lady Hogarth had allayed Annabella’s expressed fears of truly losing her mind. Lady Hogarth knew Annie was her Niece Annabella and agreed to be Annie’s Mistress, to keep an eye on her sanity until her father returned. Emily could continue her own pretence, why not. Annabella chuckled to herself, Emily had always wanted to be like her and what a good Annabella she had become. Annabella, instead of dreading a further six months of her servitude now looked forward to the prospect of continuing to be Annie a lowly maid in the knowledge that Lady Hogarth would not let her truly lose her mind, for matters to go too far, has she had feared with a further six months of a servile existence. 

Having finished another chapter of her book Maud laid the book on the table and glanced out over the extensive of grounds of Buckshire manor. Maud’s daughter entering the room Maud turned and smiled.

“Annabella my dear, how pretty you look in that dress, take a seat I have something to discuss with you.”

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 7-8.

by BigBird74

7.

What was she doing here? The cool, dank room reeked of the lavender scent used to ward off moths. Dahlia only knew of this place as Petra’s expenses had included an invoice for a new uniform from this shop. The shopkeeper looked equally baffled. Dahlia felt antsy as he stared at her, plainly unsure of whether he knew her or not. 

“What did you say you wanted again?” He asked.

“A cleaner’s overalls and the dress that fits underneath,” she replied. “It is for my cleaner….” Dahlia stopped herself, reminding herself she had no reason to justify or explain anything.

“I see,” he nodded as he wandered off to find the attractive woman what she wanted. “And she is your size, you say?” He asked, slightly incredulous.

“Yes, that’s right,” Dahlia replied curtly and a little agitated.

After what seemed half an hour, though in reality little more than a couple of minutes, the shopkeeper returned with a cheap polyester cleaning smock. Long, grey and very drab looking would be how one would charitably describe it. The rough material had fine lines running from top to toe in a failed effort to impart some ‘fun’ into the dress.

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Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 5-6.

by BigBird74

5

Sitting in waiting rooms can be a great form of therapy for the troubled mind. It forces a moment of quiet reflection as you watch the minutes tick by. So it was for Dahlia on another visit to the dreamy psychologist. As you may guess from that last sentence, Dahlia’s relationship with the Dr Jacobs had moved on, at least in her own mind. The pleasant fluttering in her stomach confirmed a hidden reason for her visits on top of wanting to get control over her anxiety attacks.

The previous few days had been difficult. Melissa’s fit of anger the other night was still raw, with both sisters forming an uneasy truce which had seen the normally pristine home descend into an untended anarchy. Neither wanted to seek a truce just yet and the situation was getting difficult. Just that morning Dahlia had almost – almost – broken and thought of clearing away the clutter.

Of course, she had considered just telling her sister to go. That was always an option after all. But something in her pulled her back from that particular place, opting instead to wait. After all, it is typically the threat of pulling a trigger that focuses minds, not actually doing it!

Bang on time, the doctor appeared, looking as handsome as ever. He could see from Dahlia’s pallid complexion that she was not in the best of spirits. That was only to be expected. He had learned a great deal from his sessions with her sister. At first he had been uncomfortable about taking her on as well. Dahlia was a rich client and a good paying one at that. He was sure he could earn enough out of her to keep him in clover for years and did not want anything to spoil it.

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 3-4.

by BigBird74

3.

Home at last! Travelling through the centre of town was never a good idea and late on a Friday afternoon was probably the very worst moment. Dahlia took a deep sigh of relief as her car wended its way up the hillside to her remote outpost atop one of the hills overlooking Barton. Hilltop was an exclusive kind of place. The grey, drab and overcrowded apartment blocks that predominated Barton’s heartlands gradually gave way to ever more greenery and wide expanses of countryside. Dahlia’s magnificent home was perched on the side of cliff face. Far below in the shallow below sat Barton, a slight haze sitting over it, the result mainly of traffic pollution but also natural weather patterns that conspired to keep the bad air down there, while up here, the air was crystal clear.

The house itself was massive and pristine. The whitewashed stone walls kept the building comfortably cool in the summer, while retaining its warmth in the winter. Nothing had been overlooked in the design of this palatial home. Dahlia had taken some credit for the munificence, but in reality her involvement had been as token as picking between one of three pictures displaying an artist’s rendition of how the place could look. Her heels clicked loudly on the solid stone floor as she slinked her way indoors, where her maid, Petra, was waiting for her.

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Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 1-2.

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.