Story: Who's the Maid Now - Part 2.

(Republished with author's permission. Read the first part here. The caption
that inspired the original is here). 

by Belladonna


The doors of the service elevator opened to the floor of the new home
of Victoria's mistress.  Victoria stepped out onto the marble flooring
and gave its shine a smile as her chunky, low-heeled shoes clapped
across it.  It was in stark contrast to the clicks on the marble
flooring that she had been accustomed to hearing when she accompanied
her mother around similar buildings.  The movers quickly passed by her
to enter the service elevator themselves, paying her presence little
mind.

Victoria smiled at her anonymous state.  Rather than being the one they
were there to please, the movers simply ignored her as just another
servant of their client.

She walked through the open door to Julia's condominium.  Her eyes
widened at the well-adorned modern condominium that it was in stark
contrast to the stately country estate where she had spent most of her
life.

"There you are," Julia bellowed while she saw Victoria staring around
the large room.

My favorite stories. TG Edition.

An earlier post about my favorite transformation stories had been the most-read in the past month. So I decided to do a follow-up one, this time focusing on TG fiction. Readers of my newsletter know that I have a strange love-hate relationship with sex change stories for various reasons, but still I've enjoyed quite a few of them over the years. After all, there is quite a lot of overlap in social drop and downgrade themes in TG and lady2maid fiction.

Here's a list of some of my favorites, both oldies and new ones I've recently discovered. Most are free, a few are ebooks you can purchase. (Disclaimer: I may earn a small commission for any purchases you make via Amazon affiliate e-book links. You purchase will help me support this blog.)

Little Brown Girl (affiliate link): this wonderful novel from Tom Tame was recently suggested to me by my Robyn Hoode. An aging business executive is transformed into a dark-skinned native girl and must serve his former wife as an immigrant servant maid. In a way, it is similar to Only A Baby Machine, which I've already recommended to my newsletter subscribers. The author's attention to psychological detail is impeccable. In short, this is one of the best maid and racial change stories I've read in recent years. Really well done.

Story: Who's the Maid Now?

An old caption of mine, Who's the Maid Now, has inspired one of my favorite Fictionmania writers, Belladonna, to write a full story. It turned out to be one of the best lady-to-maid stories I've read recently. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Who's the Maid Now?

By Belladonna

Victoria Lightfoot turned over in her bed as she saw the morning light piercing through the dark curtains of her room.  She grinned at the feeling of her silk sheets as she pulled them across her smooth skin. Her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them to glance up at the Raphael inspired mosaic she had paid a small fortune to have installed on her bedroom ceiling the year before.

Her eyes tore away from the ostentatious reminder of her roots and privileges. Victoria lived a life she knew others would kill to possess for themselves.

The four-hundred million dollar fortune that her aristocratic parents had bequeathed her had left Victoria without a real worry for a lifetime.  It had all come too fast for her though.

The father she cherished, that had worshiped her as his darling little girl, had passed when she was only seven.  He was much older than her mother, who even Victoria saw as little more than a trophy for her beloved father.  He was someone she could not stop thinking about when she was alone.  

Despite her constant thoughts of him, she struggled to remember what her father looked like.  It was only pictures that triggered her own memories, but she was no longer sure if her memories of how looked were truly her own or based on the images captured.

If he had lived, it would have all been different for her.  She was sure of it.