I woke up happy the next day, my lover spooning me. But quickly I remembered my predicament as well and the thought I might be in danger from the people who left the clothes in the bottom drawer of my now destroyed hotel room. I have no clothes, no money and no identity, although my lover Selena knows me as Rosanna.

I had to pee again and this time I managed to help myself by pushing the rubber hose between my legs and eventually latching in place and I let my bladder go. I was very hungry by now and all I found was a little pouch of peanuts but it helped a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror and I realized I was attracted to myself. I twirled a bit until I saw Selena look at me with a smile on her face.

"Hi lover, are you as happy as I am?" she asked and I nodded with my own smile. Suddenly she jumped up. "You must be hungry!" I couldn't deny it and she started searching in her wardrobe for a dress that might fit me. But it was all too small. "Wait here, I have an idea" she said and she left the room. I used the time to do another session with the hair removal device. I was happy my face stubble had not yet returned but this would make sure it stayed away.

When she finally came back she had a few dresses, uniforms like the maids in the hotel were wearing. They fit indeed, over my latex and leather, taking my sexiness down quite a few points. A tag had my name on it. "You are now officially an employee of this hotel, which means you get your own room, though I hope you'll stay with me. And you get three meals a day that we go check right now."
I didn't really expect that but it made sense, I could hide this way from the people that are after me. "But I don't know anything, I've never cleaned rooms!"
She laughed at my scared face, "Don't worry, I have a dear friend who manages a group of maids. She will teach you everything you need to know. And she knows you're my lover. Now let's go for breakfast. You will be on the same shifts as me, so we have the morning off. After breakfast we'll go shopping for some different clothes."

I guess this was my life for now, at least it's better than some rich man's slave. Breakfast was good and a number of people were welcoming me to the hotel. And shopping with Selena was straight fun. She found me a number of elegant dresses that fit over my "underwear" and shoes to go with them. We tried them in the changing room where we kissed and made out. I came multiple times and ate her out to return the favor.

Finally she pulled me into a tattoo shop. She wanted us to have matching tattoos as prove of our love for each other. The tattoo was two female symbols intertwined in an infinity symbol, a clear display of lesbian love. As Rosanna I was delighted but what when I can finally go back to being a man? I guess I'll worry about that later.
The tattoo went on right above my left breast where my heart is. We both cried. Then I told her I wanted her name over my other breast and before I finished my sentence her tongue was deep in my throat and I orgasmed right in that chair. She ended up with Rosanna over her right breast and I felt a bit guilty about it, but I decided I would be her Rosanna for as long as she wanted me.

Next we're in the license bureau and I have a driver's license in my new name and her address. I managed the test around the block just fine in my heels although the examiner was ogling my legs and touching me up my skirt before he signed off. I needed the ID for the hotel to get my paycheck.

Before our shift started Selena helped me with my makeup, nothing sexy, just professional. And she rolled my hair in a bun, which I hated but I would not stand out too much this way. We talked about using scissors or a knife to cut the skirts off of me, but she begged me to keep them. I was her fetish come to life remember. So I will have to learn to do the job in the tight skirt where the uniform skirt would give a lot more room. I can do this...

Maria was an older woman and everybody called her Mama. She showed me the rooms and taught me how to clean and in what order. Plus how to stay out of the guests ways. She was sweet and patient with me until I got the hang of it all. After that she kept checking the rooms after I was done and nodded approvingly. You see, I've been in many hotels and I don't like seeing dirt or hairs from previous guests, even if it is in hard to reach spots. So I worked hard to get everything spotless and I promised myself, if I ever stay in a hotel as a guest again I will leave bigger tips for housekeeping.

That night I heard from Selena that the company that I was supposed to visit had contacted the hotel as they knew I had arrived but never showed up. They filed a missing person report and the Police had come to the destroyed room to investigate. They found pieces of my passport and my wallet and that's all I heard about it.
Even more concerning was a call from a woman asking if her sister was spotted and they mentioned my original room number. Luckily Selena took the call and she told the woman she had seen someone matching the description fleeing from the hazard area and leaving the hotel, never to be seen again. We were both scared as this seemed to confirm they were after me.

I got in a good working routine and over time I found a few simple tricks to get to the hard to reach spots and work more efficiently. They started to team me up with different girls and I shared my tips with them and slowly guests started leaving comments online how clean the hotel was. And other maids started asking for my help when dealing with American guests. By now I was thinking and dreaming even 100% in Spanish but I still understood English ofcourse although I had a heavy accent now when speaking.

My extended involvement did not go unnoticed and Mama even worried I would take her job but I promised her I would quit if that ever happened. I did get promoted though to the high floors with bigger rooms and richer guests and sexier uniforms. I could even let down my hair again. I built a solid team here with the penthouse maids and we shared all tips, keeping everyone involved and happy. I even learned how to handle the flirting of some of the guests without making a scene.

I shared all my money with Selena and she was very proud of my promotions. We created a special fund to buy latex or leather every now and then. And then, after about six months some of the glue started to dissolve. I noticed it first when I took a bath in the morning, the only way that I could get clean under my skirts, using a sponge on a stick that I could slide between my legs. I had noticed already that my legs must have gotten thinner, not that there was room enough for Selena to fit her hand in there, but at least sponging me there was a bit easier. But suddenly I managed to pull up the latex skirt and with some effort I could slide it high enough that I could spread my legs for the first time in six months.

I couldn't really look, my corset clearly not coming off yet, but what I could feel things were not alright down there. My member was still covered by the latex sheath, the glue still active, but it felt small and thin, though still somehow connected to the egg that clearly would not come out, although when I probed a bit I could not feel it in me either.

I suddenly had an urge to sit on the toilet and finally I could relieve myself again in a fairly normal way. I could no longer hold my emotions in and started crying. Was my ordeal finally over?
That's when Selena came in. She saw my tears, she saw the skirt that was pulled up and understood immediately. She sat on her knees in front of me and hugged me gently, wiping my tears. I wiped myself as good as I could, then told her "There's something I have to show you." I got up and on the bed, spreading my legs. I felt her fingers probing me, checking the latex sheath that was still there going to my rear. She was very confused. "Don't you get it?" I asked, "that's a dick. Before I got stuck in these skirts I was a man. The American, remember?"

I could see it in her face, she finally understood. And I saw worries. "You were a man, you are a man. Is that what you want?" I shook my head violently, "No, I'm a woman now, your Rosanna!" And I touched the tattoo on her chest, then on mine. "I need your help to get rid of that thing!" And I pointed at the general area where the last bit of my male gender still existed. She suddenly pulled my skirts down again and said "Get dressed, I know a place."

An hour and a half later we were entering a fertility clinic. Selena asked for Dr. Hernandez, saying it was urgent. We had to wait a bit but finally I was on my back in a weird bed, with my legs held in brackets so the doctor could investigate. The doctor was a beauty herself with an intimate hug for Selena and a hungry look at me. I saw Selena pull her blouse down a bit, showing her tattoos and pointing at me, at which the doctor nodded, then smiled.

That smile disappeared quickly when she started probing between my legs. I think she cut the latex sheath and it seemed she got the pieces removed as well. She felt around in my rear, nodding. Somehow I had the feeling she'd seen this before. What I didn't like was the fear I saw on her face now.

"Listen" she explained to us, "there's not much male left. Your testicles are basically gone and your penis is reduced to almost nothing. Did you at some point insert some sort of egg in your rear?" I nodded "It was to pull my member backward so it wouldn't show through the skirt."
She nodded too, "Except it did much more than that. I bet it made you orgasm quite a bit. And every time you came it pumped a concentrated dose of female hormones into your system. Have you been feeling tight in your chest lately?"
"How do you know? I thought this bra top was shrinking since I'm taking hot baths in it."

"I bet you have a nice pair of your own breasts hiding under there once the top comes off. You also have quite some padding on your rear, your voice is smooth and I see many more secondary features as a result of the hormones."
"But how did you know? I mean about the egg. And why are you scared? Can you help me?"

She nodded. "Yes, I have seen this before. And I can help you yes. I can remove the last bit of your maleness and give you a vagina, with a decent chance that it will work fine for the two of you. No way can you go back being a man again."
Both Selena and I exhaled a breath of relief. "I'm perfectly happy being a woman, so that's fine. But tell us about these other women."

"They were all beautiful like you, all six of them, some still glued in latex or leather, like you, some with a perfect figure, a perfect set of breast, but all with the same sheath to their anus. But unlike you they were like zombies, they would act when they were told, no initiative of their own. Slave was the word that came to my mind. Six months of rewards and/or punishments had totally brainwashed them. Their skin was fairer than yours, all Americans in my opinion. But none of them talked, for one I saw that her teeth and tongue had been removed.
Their companion was clear, they needed a vagina in stead of what was left of their penis. It wasn't important if it would give them pleasure when fucked, it just needed to be a tight hole. They threatened me that if I would ever tell anyone about this that I would share the same fate. Or if I messed it up, the same. I didn't mess up, gave them a vagina with actual feeling in it. I figured if it gave them a bit of pleasure it would be more bearable. They paid me two thousand US dollars each, which was barely enough to cover my costs of equipment and personnel."

By now tears were streaming from her eyes and Selena hugged her while I squeezed her hand. When she got herself under control she asked "But what about you? You seem to be in total control of yourself."
We explained about the fire that prevented the bad guys from collecting me. And how I had worked in the hotel since, in hiding. How Selena helped me through all of this and how we became lovers.

She actually had heard about the missing American after the hotel fire. The bad guys had reached out to her as well, telling her someone like me might visit her. They would check in a few times but nothing in the last couple of months. Probably because of the police report that had declared that I had died in the fire. My heavily scorched body was cremated and the ashes destroyed when none of my family claimed the remains within ten days.
Since we knew there was no body we assumed that this was easier for the police than searching for a missing American. Case closed!
I thought of my family, how hard it must have been on my mom. Should I call them? But even though I'm still alive, their son is gone. No need to stir up their feelings. Let the dead rest in peace.

We started planning for my surgery and she explained that two thousand was the absolute minimum to rent the surgery room and pay for the crew. She wouldn't make a dime off me. I looked at Selena, we were at least eight hundred short.

The doctor had an idea. "You are so pretty and sexy in your leather..." I protested, no way am I going to prostitute myself. "No, I didn't mean that", she went on, "in this clinic, many men come here to donate sperm or provide some for fertilization of their spouse. It often takes a long time for them in this environment. If you would be in the room with them, acting sexy, maybe give them a hand or a little kiss, they will pay for your services. It would probably take you three weeks to get the eight hundred. That's about the time I need to get the room anyway."

And I know this may sound crazy, but I actually enjoyed that job. I wrapped these men around my finger, allowed them to rub my leather or latex, sometimes gave them a hand job and once or twice a blow job, which paid much better. I seriously consider to keep doing this in my free time, as leather is expensive and I want us both getting married in a leather dress.

The surgery went well, I was a true woman now. I enjoyed double orgasms, when Selena would eat me out or use some of her toys on me. The egg could not be removed as it had attached itself in my lower intestines, it would probably kill me if we tried to take it out. So I took the extra pleasure that it gave me.

When we went on our honeymoon we stayed in a luxurious hotel for a week. I checked all drawers first and was happy no one accidentally left a piece of clothing in there. I have no idea what I would have done although I really could use another bikini...