Substitute

[DaraJaney]

When Lady Hartley returned from her trip she seemed preoccupied.  It turned out she had actually been in a health clinic due to some unspecified serious problem.  The following day she spoke to Tom's mother about needing more security in her old age.  She found it more and more difficult to deal with change.  She wanted to be certain that she could rely on certain basics.  She wanted the maid to sign a contract to commit to working for her until her death.  She was sure that wouldn't be more than a few years.

There was no way that Tom was going to do that, no matter how much his mother tried to talk him into it.  So she had to report back to Lady Hartley that it wasn't possible.  So Lady Hartley decided to advertise for maids and interview the candidates.

She received dozens of applications and selected the most promising six to interview.  When they arrived at the door, Tom had to let them in.  He could see the way they looked at his old-fashioned short and flouncy maid's uniform.  They clearly wondered were they really going to be required to wear something like that!  As he tottered off towards the drawing room in his heels he was sure they could probably see he was wearing stockings and they would certainly observe his ruler-straight seams.

He showed each candidate into the room and introduced them to Lady Hartley.  She invited them to sit and Tom curtsied to her before leaving the room.  He could see the look of horror on the interviewees face when he curtsied.

None of the interviews lasted very long.  He would soon hear the bell tinkle beckoning him in to show the candidate out.  He went in and curtsied as the interviewee quickly exited the room in a huff.  He could barely keep up in his heels as they hurried to the door, clearly desperate to get out.

As it became clear to him that each candidate was horrified at seeing this incredibly servile and flouncy maid that they were supposed to replace, he tried not to look so ridiculous for the next interviewee.  But there was only so much dignity he could try to muster in his poufy short uniform, stockings and high heels.  He realized now that he was actually physically incapable of leaving Lady Hartley without curtseying, holding his petticoats out daintily ? he had become so used to it now.

With all the interviews complete, Lady Hartley invited Tom and his mother in to hear her conclusions.  "Really!  I don't know what the world is coming to.  None of them were prepared to wear a uniform and two of them even wanted to wear trousers!"  Tom shifted uneasily in his lace-trimmed dress and smoothed down his petticoats nervously.

"None of them were prepared to curtsey!  Really, these people don't know their station.  Unlike Michelle here."  On being addressed Tom automatically curtsied.  "Yes Lady Hartley."  He looked at the floor in embarrassment as he steadied himself in his high heels.

"Really you must sign a long-term contract for me", she insisted.  Tom froze.  He couldn't say no to her but there was no way he was committing to being this servile maid for years!

"I will double your pay", she announced, "and your mother will inherit the lodge she lives in when I'm gone, if you sign."  His mother was taken aback but clearly attracted to the idea of inheriting the house.  She looked at Tom urging him to agree.  He was panicking now.  He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.  There was no way he was signing up to being a maid for an indefinite number of years!

"We'll think about it", his mother said standing up.  "Thank Lady Hartley for her most generous offer."  Tom flinched.  He curtsied saying "Thank you Lady Hartley."  Then he flounced out of the room as quickly as he could so he could tell his mother in no uncertain terms that he was not signing.

She, of course, wanted the house badly.  She badgered him.  "She can't possibly live more than a few years."  Tom didn't want to spend another day in his corset, petticoats, suspenders and stockings let alone years.  "She could live for 10 or 20 years yet", he insisted, "who knows?"

Lady Hartley took a bad turn the next day.  The doctor was called.  He said she was under stress and needed to relax.  His mother used this to argue that she was surely not going to live much longer.  Eventually she cajoled Tom into agreeing to sign.  He could use his savings from the extra pay to finally go to college.

He flounced into the drawing room and curtsied.  Then he sat in the chair at the bureau, smoothing his petticoats carefully around him.  He paused before he signed, feeling once more the tightness of his corset, his suspenders tugging at his stocking tops, the petticoats tickling his legs, his sore feet wedged into the high heels and his fluttering false eyelashes.  He couldn't believe he was signing up to this for an indefinitely length of time.  But he signed.

Lady Hartley immediately looked better and announced that she felt ten years younger with the relief of the stress.  Tom cringed as he curtsied and flounced off to get on with the dusting.

That evening his mother gathered his old boy's clothes in a black bin bag.  "You'd better throw these out.  You won't need them again and we can't risk someone finding them."  Tom grimaced as he tottered out in his heels to the bin and sighed as he threw his only pairs of trousers out.

[DaraJaney]

And so Tom continued working as a maid for Lady Hartley and also serving her granddaughter Alice as he envied her passage through college.  He observed the decline of Lady Hartley's health with interest.

There was no particular surprise when she collapsed one morning and was taken off to hospital.  Naturally Tom didn't wish ill health on anyone but it did bring the prospect of his being freed from corsets, suspenders and high-heels closer.

Alice gave them an update on her grandmother's health after each hospital visit.  One day she warned them that the doctors had told her that Lady Hartley couldn't have more than a day or two left.

The next day she reported that her grandmother had slipped into a coma and was now only kept alive by life support machines.  The doctors said she would never wake and it was just a matter of when Alice wanted gave the order to turn the machines off.

Tom was sad but looking forward to being able to wear trousers and flat shoes again.  He tried to remember the feeling of trousers on his legs but it was difficult.

Alice was quite upset about being the one to decide when to switch the machines off.  Tom fussed around her as best he could, trying to make things easier for her but eager for the whole business to be finished.

The next day Alice called Tom and his mother into the drawing room.  "I've decided", she told them.  Tom's heart fluttered.  "I can't turn the machine off.  There is enough money to keep her alive and looked after in the hospital for years.   So that's what I'm going to do."  Tom was distraught.  He shifted uneasily in his high heels.  It looked like he was going to be stuck with them for years yet!

His mother tried to talk sense into her.  Convince her that it was pointless ? not what her grandmother would want (though she wasn't really sure of that herself!).  But there was no budging her.  Tom couldn't believe this was happening but there was nothing he could do but curtsey to Alice and get on with his maid's duties yet again.

Alice moved into her grandmother's large bedroom and made the drawing room her own too.  She started ordering Tom around with a strictness she hadn't shown before.  There was no sign of her excusing him the mortifying curtsies or his embarrassingly short maid's uniform.

He wondered if she knew about her grandmother's will and was deliberately keeping Lady Hartley alive to prevent his mother from inheriting the lodge.  It seemed to him that she could keep her grandmother alive for decades and trap him as a maid for as long.

One day as he was dusting the drawing room Alice called him over.  He tottered over to her and curtsied.  She looked him up and down.  "It's time we got you a new uniform", she suggested.  "Yes Miss Alice, thank you Miss Alice", he said curtseying again.  "Something more colourful than that dreadful black uniform."  Well, he thought, if he had to stay a maid, at least it would be better if he had a uniform that fitted properly, and the black was rather drab.

The following week Alice presented him with a box containing his new uniform.  "I'd like you to wear it first on Sunday when I have some friends coming."  "Yes Miss Alice", Tom curtsied and hurried off with his new uniform.

He brought it to the lodge where his mother was watching TV.  He put the box down and opened the top.  There was lots of dusty pink protective wrapping.  He pulled that back to reveal a bright pink maid's uniform.  His heart sank.  He held it up by the shoulders.  It didn't look any longer than his current uniform.  If anything it had more frills and more layers of petticoats.  He dropped it back into the box, sighed and just turned away.

His mother examined the dress and the other accessories that he refused to even look at.  "My goodness, this has a large allowance up front!  We'll have to get you larger prosthesis."  Tom had lost interest and didn't want to know.

When Sunday came around his mother was there to help him dress in his new uniform.  She held up his new prosthesis.  He winced seeing the size.  She pulled them over his arms and fastened it at the back.  His upper body was pulled forward by the weight.  His mother quickly pulled the dress down over him.  Despite the enormous allowance for breasts it was actually narrower at the waist.

His mother had to tug on his corset strings and reduce his waist another couple of inches before it would fit.  There were about 20 tiny buttons up the back.  There was no way he could get out of this uniform without help.

His mother had the accessories ready.  Tom still hadn't even looked at them.  There were white lace patterned stockings.  When his mother had attached them to his suspenders he could see that his voluminous petticoats barely reached the stocking tops.  Then there was a pair of pink pettipants.  If he moved in any way from a stiff upright stance the lower layer of lace on his pettipants could be seen.

Next were the pink shoes.  Even higher than his previous, they must have been six-inch.  He could barely stand upright between the weight of his new breasts and the six-inch heels.

Finally there was the crisp white apron with its frilly straps over the shoulders tying in a big bow at the back and the matching white gloves and frilly cap.

As Tom looked at his cartoonish reflection in the mirror he was convinced that Alice knew about the arrangement in the will and was taking it out on him.  She was going to torment him, perhaps hoping that he would resign as maid and therefore break the agreement.  He knew that his mother wouldn't allow him to do that.  He was stuck as a pink sissy maid between these two determined women.

[DaraJaney]

Tom had to spend several minutes practicing walking straight in the six-inch heels with the weight of his breasts constantly pulling him forward.  It seemed to take ages to walk to the drawing room given the tiny steps he had to take in the heels.

He knocked and entered the room when summoned.  He tottered carefully across.  His breasts continued to wobble even when he stopped in front of Alice.  She was clearly delighted.  "Give us a twirl!"  He very carefully turned around trying not to fall over in his heels.

"Now we'll have to do something about your curtsies, you've gotten a bit sloppy", she told him.  He remembered that when she first appeared in the house she told him there was no need to curtsey but her grandmother insisted.

"I want to see all those alternating layers of pink and white petticoats."  "Yes Miss Alice."  Tom reached under the layers of petticoats and took the lowest layer in his white gloved fingertips before curtseying and raising his petticoats in a lovely pink and white fan of fluff.

"I want you to curtsey lower please."  Tom sighed.  He reached under his petticoats again and bent his knee even more to curtsey lower.  He practically had to drag the weight of his breasts to stand upright again.
The doorbell rang.  "Very good.  Show my friends in then."  "Yes Miss Alice."  He took his petticoats again and curtsied deeply.  It took a few seconds but it seemed to satisfy her.  He tottered off towards the front door.

His heels clicked noisily on the hall floor as he scampered in his tiny steps towards the front door.  The bell rang again as the people outside must have wondered what was taking so long.

He opened the door and three of Alice's lady friends were outside.  They looked him up and down in his new pink maid's uniform and smirked.  He noticed raised eyebrows as they looked at his new bigger breasts and his long legs in white lacey stockings.  He exercised his new super-curtsey and they tried not to laugh.

They headed towards the drawing room and he could barely keep up in his six-inch heels.  They had to wait for him to scamper past them to the door in order to open it for them.  He led them in and curtsied to Miss Alice.  He had to stand there as she greeted them and took their orders for drinks and nibbles.

Tom spent the next few hours repeatedly scampering back and forth from the kitchen to the drawing room with constant orders.  It took him so long in the six inch heels and they grew impatient with the delays.  But it wasn't his fault.  It was the damn six-inch heels and his constantly wobbling big breasts.  And then the lengthy curtseys every time he appeared and went to leave and every time they addressed him.  They seemed to find it amusing to try to make him curtsey as repeatedly as possible.

His feet were in agony and his back ached from holding up those big breasts.  There was no relief.  He was tightly buttoned into his uniform and he couldn't bend down to reach his shoes because his corset was so tight and his big breasts blocked him.

Finally the guests went to leave.  He led them to the front door.  They turned to witness his final super-curtsey and then they went.  He sighed heavily and scampered back to the drawing room.  He entered and curtsied to Miss Alice.

"I suppose you're dismissed for the evening", she said reluctantly.  "Thank you Miss Alice."  He curtsied deeply again.  He could see she was watching for anything she could criticize.  He was just looking forward to getting out of the damned uniform and getting these heavy breasts off and the agonizing shoes.

"I'm very pleased with your new uniform."  "Thanks you Miss Alice", he curtsied again.  He couldn't believe he was actually looking forward to getting back to his regular maid's uniform the next day.

"I want you to wear it every day", she ordered him.  His face must have fallen but he tried to maintain composure.   "Yes Miss Alice", he curtsied.  "What do you say?" she asked crossly.  "Thank you Miss Alice", he curtsied again.  "Very well.  Now go!"  "Yes Miss Alice", he curtsied and turned to leave.  He winced.  Wearing this uniform every day!

His mother had to help him out of his uniform every night and back into it the next morning.  Alice kept him busy from dawn to dusk every day.  Gradually he became more used to his big breasts and the six-inch heels but by the end of each day he was thoroughly worn out.

About a month later Alice announced that she was going to spend a couple of days away.  Tom tried to hide his delight.  He could discard the uniform and big breasts for a couple of days.  His old uniform which had horrified him at first now looked like a mercy.

He saw Alice off at the door with a super-curtsey and quickly went to the lodge where his mother helped him undress.  He strapped on the older smaller breasts and the four-inch heels.  He expected to feel relief but in actual fact he could hardly walk.  The balance was totally out having lugged around those big breasts every day for a month and his feet seemed to have become reshaped by the six-inch heels.

He was determined to make the most of Alice's absence but after an hour he slumped.  It was no use.  His mother had to help him into his big breasts again, button up his pink uniform and slip his feet into the 6 inch heels.  He couldn't actually get around any other way he had become practically molded to his ultra-feminine shape.

Tom took his feather duster and tottered off with his breasts wobbling realizing that this was the way it was going to be now.  Alice was in total control and her grandmother was likely to lie in that bed kept alive by machines for goodness knows how many years.