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Story: Miss Cassandra Fellows. Chapters 5-6.

by Jackie J

Chapter 5

Cassandra stayed in the room used for the role play for a good hour alone with her thoughts.

The Lockwood women had left her feeling vulnerable and unsure, what was she going to do. Bad enough that her working being a maid had been exposed, but more worrying, what had also come to light. The results from the evaluations presented to her did not lie and what the woman had said was true, she had no idea that she had presented a totally different profile from test to test. The two words that had rated the various evaluations sticking in her mind, Wolf and Sheep. Two totally opposing profiles chalk and cheese how could that be, how did she not know, how was she not aware of what she was doing and saying? The word strings that she had been shown, the core words that had been extracted, littered with weak, submissive words. Had this happened before whilst at work? This Lockwood woman suggested it could have, and why not, how would she know?  

Cassandra racked her mind trying to remember deals that had gone wrong, had not met profitability targets, where she had been weak and malleable, a Sheep? She could not do that here she would need her files, client history. These triggers perhaps there are others how would she know. The feelings of vulnerability and uncertainty were changing to panic and fear.

Miss Lockwood, Evelyn, had offered to help, find the root of the problem, she had nothing to lose, had she? If a report were to be sent to the chairman now, outlining this exposed weakness, checks would certainly be carried out, would they find weak deals, bad deals her career would be over. She would need time to go through everything to check the contracts.

Back in her room Cassandra, having showered and changed, laid on her bed watching the clock tick towards four.

Sat in Miss Lockwood’s office Sandra was anxious to know what Evelyn had learned from the maid agency and what her plans for Miss Fellows were. Surely now they had the facts they would prepare a report for the Chairman of Hobson and Lloyd?

Evelyn pushed Professor Monroe’s paper on the subject of Dissociative Identity Disorder across her desk.

“I know you will have read this, be familiar with the subject. If this is the case with Miss Fellows, and I strongly suggest it is, I would like to conduct an experiment. Cassandra’s maid persona must be close to the surface, it has to be, to be triggered like it was. Miss Fellows executive persona is dominant and successfully supresses maid Cassie but, I will be interested to see, when Cassie is released and free, how she supresses Miss Fellows, Cassandra the executive. How close to the edge is that mental balance of power.”

Evelyn laughed.

 

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A new assortment of captions from why-so-shnerious. Mostly TG-themed but tick off the right maid transformation boxes. Enjoy!

Story: Miss Cassandra Fellows. Chapters 1-4.

by Jackie J

Chapter one

With Mrs Tutteridge’s uniform meticulously laundered and folded back into the case Cassandra showered and slipped into her long silk negligee and peignoir. Sipping on a glass of Prieur Montrachet she stared out over the city lights from the company’s penthouse apartment she enjoyed and chuckled reflecting on the week passed. Was it her high-pressure job, the power and control she held over others, perhaps the self-imposed loneliness of her lifestyle brought on by her failed Sapphic relationships, guilt at her significant wealth? Maybe it was just something within her? Whatever the root cause Cassandra had given up trying to reconcile why many years ago. All Cassandra knew was that whilst she could control it, she could not stop, she had tried many times it was like a drug. Even when she had moved cities, she could not help herself and found a way, there was always a way to appease her obsession always aware, no matter how fastidious her planning, that one day she could be exposed. What then? would she willingly, be subtly coerced or perhaps even be forced to offer up her total capitulation to her inner demons and secret supressed desires. For her part time pretence to become her reality, to be truly aproned and subjugated. Many restless dreams filled with such tempting imaginings. 

Another glass of wine Cassandra, swathed in her fine silk, snuggled down on the sofa with her thoughts and chuckled reflecting on her latest experiences and to update her diary. A detailed log of all her past assignments and placements of her alter ego maid Cassie. Squirming with relish she noted the duties and the feelings they engendered within her along with other musings that fed her tortured soul.

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 40-42.

by BigBirgd74

From her conversations with the doctor Melissa had expected some changes in Dahlia since the last time they had laid eyes on one another. Though his descriptions were not terribly detailed, he had said enough to give her a rough idea of what to expect. But this! This, she did not expect. A few days into her stay at the clinic and Melissa could scarcely believe her own eyes as she watched her sister needlessly busy herself in the already clean room. Clearly she was in the throes of some deviant fantasy that had completely eclipsed her better judgement and was using every opportunity she could to parade herself in front of the ‘stranger’.

As she manoeuvred about, her cheap dress pulled tightly on her waist and thighs, her large melon-like breasts created an odd silhouette as she bent over and they merged with her fat belly into one huge round mass. It was truly staggering how much weight she had piled on in a few months. Melissa reflected on just how much willpower it would have taken for Dahlia to do that to herself. Could she not see what was happening? Her body, a picture of slender beauty, seemed to have burst open, unable to contain the fat that now covered her. The changes were so many and so profound that Melissa struggled to take it all in. She wondered if she would have recognised her own sister had she not been told it was her in advance.

Story: The Cleaner Returns. Chapters 38-39.

by BigBird74

One week into the new guest’s stay in the clinic and Dahlia was feeling a sense of anti-climax. Her fantasies had revolved around the mystery guest turning out to be a woman of great beauty, someone surrounded by an air of superiority, dripping class and refinement. Instead she looked more like an Egyptian mummy, heavily bandaged all over her body. Dahlia speculated what could have happened to her: could it have been the result of a serious accident? The doctor said nothing and her one attempt to get information from Ms. Nechita had ended in her being scolded for her unprofessional conduct.

Still, as the days passed, further clues emerged as some of the bandages were lifted. Though no expert on the matter, Dahlia recognised some of what she saw. For a few years now, she had been considering whether or not to go under the surgeon’s knife. As the ravages of time slowly caught up with her, she had begun to look into what would have been involved had she chosen that route. Ageing is a cruel process. For those worried about what others may think - and Dahlia clearly did - it became increasingly difficult to reconcile themselves with the ageing image presented in the mirror. The slow creeping process seemed to stop some months, only for a new line, crease or blemish to present itself the following one. Dahlia’s obsessing over it did not help of course, spending too long looking for new problems to try and counter. No-one around her appreciated the turmoil inside her head. To them she was a very lucky woman, who barely looked her age.

Story: What Annabella Wants Annabella Gets. Chapter 24.

by Jackie J

It would be just over a month before the move to Buckshire manor and whilst Emily was becoming a most competent maid it did not seem right somehow and Annabella wondered if it ever would. Emily did not complain oddly enough she seemed to be happy. Strange but Annabella was more content than happy she had more time with little Raymond which was nice, but it seemed sometime since she had laughed and her man with her all the time looking for things to do around the house was certainly strange. Perhaps it would be different at this Buckshire manor place, but Annabella was not totally convinced. It would be a new world a world she did not know. Emily had done her best and Annabella had learned quickly, outwardly yes, she would be a lady in anyone’s eyes, but internally, in her thoughts, she was a maid.

Annabella had spent some time reading the diaries that Emily had given her. A window on the girl she had been, the girl Emily wished her to become again.  She had missed her mother terribly and blamed her father and from reading, something never reconciled. Her father’s second wife the new Countess of Buckshire manor, Constance, was never accepted by her and a deep loathing was evident without reading between the lines. Spoiled she had been for sure, wanting for nothing but a sadness ran through the text. Her cousin Emily was mentioned on a number of pages a hint of frustration at her mimicking, dresses copied, her hairstyle but an amusing anecdote of letting Emily take her place at a summer ball. It was clear that the idea of becoming a maid gestated over time until it became an obsession. The later entries detailing that she had decided to actually force the housekeeper of Buckshire manor, Miss Jarvis, to conspire and collude with her to fulfil such a strange ambition. 

Her father and Countess would be leaving for the retreat in Switzerland with the domestic staff with only the housekeeper remaining at the manor. Cryptic entries reflected her enthusiasm and preparation even a note suspecting her stepmother was aware of her scheming was not seen to be a deterrent. There was no hint of permanency indicated, along with the feelings of compelled degradation she craved, and wished to experience it was, at the outset, to embarrass her father. On his return from Switzerland he would find his pampered princess reduced to the rank of maid. It was clear this shock intended to bring on a worsening of his fragile health, even his demise. Annabella could not recognise anything of herself in the writings, the author spoiled, conceited, arrogant and with little respect for others. No doubt many of her contemporaries would have been happy to see her reduced permanently to the status of maid and as Emily had explained, the Countess, her stepmother, had indeed sought such an outcome to steal her inheritance.