I sat back on the bed, in an increasingly improving mood. There were a few more letters, and the one I opened was a total downer. A bill from a hospital for around two hundred grand for feminization procedures. How was I going to pay for that?

The next letter had the solution. It was a confirmation of a twenty-five year contract of employment. Signed by me, although a bit childish, but it clearly read Cindy Ella Smith. The other signers were Adele and Janet Brubaker, both using Janet's last name. I would work for them as a live-in maid, and my salary was used to pay off the hospital bill, very similar to a twenty-five year mortgage.

There was indeed another notice from the hospital, confirming the pay-off agreement for bill and interest. The final letter was an announcement of their marriage at a date in the future. But looking back again at all these letters, they were all dated in the future. How long had I been out?

I realized I needed clothes, so I could figure out where I was. There was a deep closet, and all I saw in it were dresses. Mostly uniforms. Maid uniforms. And the first one was marked with a note that said “Day 1”.

It had everything. Panties. A bra. Stockings. Shoes. And something to fit on my head. It took me a while to figure out how it all worked, but the result was not too bad. For one, it wasn't dreadfully old-fashioned, but also not ridiculously sexy. It was professional, practical, and I looked good in it. I was going to say that I would have loved to see this on a woman, but after accepting that I'm not really a man anymore, this definitely fit my style.

The hairband actually kept my long hair from my face, but I liked how it still framed it nicely. I also liked how the bra took away the weight of my breasts, or maybe it spread it out better. And the shoes were an inch higher than my slippers, but I didn't even notice it. And because of that I still showed a lot of leg, while the skirt of my dress covered until just above the knees. Fully dressed now, I wondered if I was allowed to leave the room, and what I would find outside.

But, before I left, I quickly made the bed and stacked the letters and cards on a neat pile. It seemed the right thing to do. As was brushing my teeth and my hair. Was I procrastinating? To prove I was not, I opened the door, which was clearly not locked, and I suddenly realized where I was. In my own home, and I was in the guestroom, although that had been redecorated, and that's why I hadn't recognized it.

I walked down the stairs, and I heard voices in the kitchen. I recognized both Adele and Janet, and I hesitated. Was I now just a common maid to them? Had that been their intention? Humiliating me into being their servant, while they got married?

Maybe it was. But I was still family as well apparently, because when I entered the kitchen, they both jumped up and pulled me in a huge hug. That was the last thing I expected, but they sat me down in a chair and put my favorite coffee in front of me. Just what I needed. Then a plate with some croissants and pastries, and I realized how hungry I was.

When I said “Thank you”, I realized it was the first time I said something, and it was a female voice. Pleasant I thought, thank God. They both agreed my voice sounded wonderful, and how well I looked. And just like that we were chatting and I learned all that had happened since that surgery to my testicles, that should have taken only an hour, now almost three months ago.

The worry at the time was that I was going to lose one, but the reality was different. A long thin tumor had been growing in my scrotum, causing way more pain than what the ring should have been capable of. It had caused the testicles to shrink rapidly, and that was the reason the cage dropped off, which probably saved my life, as during the surgery they could remove the tumor just before it started spreading out.

I would have woken up, no longer a real man. But Janet knew of my attraction with her of course, but also my fantasy about being like her. And together with the doctor they created the plan to turn that life-changing negative into a life-changing positive. Although they did not want to decide about my last piece of manhood, that was up to me. But, with the new ring that was mostly under my skin, I could choose to wear one of the realistic dicks that I was very familiar with, or attach a very realistic vagina, something I had yet to experience.

There had been a few obstacles in the way though. The hospital did not want to perform the feminization surgeries, unless there was some sort of a payment plan. The insurance I had with my old job was not going to pay for it, but it did cause the company to let me go real quickly, with a five thousand dollar severance, so I wouldn't sue them. That money had been used to redo the guest room.

In the meantime they found out that Adele was pregnant from Janet, and that's how they came up with the idea of the divorce, as that would give them access to a nice chunk of my pension, together with some money I had in a trust fund, thanks to a rich aunt that died a few years ago.

And with Adele and Janet getting married immediately, they could provide me with a job as a nanny, so that I could still live with them. But, with the baby not due for another six months, the maid job, guaranteed for twenty-five years, was the only thing the hospital accepted. And although it would be very costly for them, they had to guarantee in writing that they would be able to pay me for that many years, so I'd be able to pay the final two hundred thousand plus interest. Janet had sold her home, and all that money was deposited in a special account as a guarantee. So, we were all in this together.

They weren't sure if it was a joke or general concern, but someone related to the hospital had donated a set of maid uniforms. And since the quality was good and the size seemed to match mine, they had kept them. It was really up to me if I wanted to wear them, but they really could use my help in the household. Unless I'd find a better paying job, of course.

I didn't know what to say. I had prepared for a fight, as it seemed they had forced me in my current predicament, but it seemed they had genuinely acted on my behalf, even putting themselves at financial risk. But why had they allowed for the hospital bill to go so high?

It was simple really. They did feel guilty about the situation, about the shock punishment for not satisfying Adele. Even though it resulted in finding a fast growing tumor just in time, it felt to them it was their fault I had lost the essence of what made me a man. And thus they wanted to give me the best chance at full womanhood. Even the final surgery was paid for already, out of their own pocket, although they left the choice to use it to me.

My initial anger was totally replaced by love by now. Both women still loved me, and wanted the best for me. And I liked the idea of being paid for doing housework, something I had done plenty in the past, for free. And somehow I really looked forward to raising a child, even though it wasn't my own. But both of them did not agree with that. The child would be just as much mine as it would be theirs. I would be registered as the godmother for this child and any siblings to come. And I would probably spend more time with the children than they ever could.

But… What about sex? Apparently I had my own room now. Well, that was a requirement from the hospital, it was in the contract even. But I was welcome in their bed any time. They looked forward to it even, as Adele was like triple horny, pregnant as she was. At the same time, if I wanted to explore my female side, they would support that as well, and help me as much as possible. Janet said that George, one of my Friday night friends, was looking forward to meeting Cindy. Not sure how I felt about that, but in a way that was like me after Janet's transformation.

I had only one question left. How come I could so easily walk in heels? They seemed a bit uncomfortable, but then explained it was Dr. Williams’ idea. And Janet had agreed with it. Breasts and heels were powerful feminization artifacts. A small surgery had shortened the tendons in my calves, and made heels mandatory for me. But the doctor had predicted that I could probably run a marathon in four inch heels. I had to smile at that, but I sure as hell was going to find out.

To debunk a potentially awkward situation, I got up and started clearing away my cup and plate, and then their breakfast stuff. As I loaded the dishwasher, I laughed, saying that I might as well earn my pay. And just like that I was now officially a maid. A reversed Cinderella story? And they laughed, confirming they had named me for the fairytale, coming out as a beautiful woman.

So yes, I settled real quickly in my new job, much less stressful than my old job, although cooking was the hardest. But, with YouTube, TikTok, and an app on my phone with thousands of recipes, I started enjoying that part as well, as an outlet for my creativity.

And indeed, there was plenty of sex, as it took both Janet and me to satisfy Adele. I used a relatively small screw-on, to make sure the baby was not at risk, and I learned that my vib-stim was still active. Combine that with my soft and very sensitive skin, and my breasts that Adele loved to suck on, and it gave me multiple orgasms, matching hers. Janet still loved taking me from behind, and I was often sandwiched between them, all of us cumming, the part that failed months ago.

But, every time I would go out, either to shop for groceries, or for new clothing, I would wear my artificial pussy, and it was indeed George who took my flower, one Friday night. Janet was always there as well, as we met with the group of year-long friends. And that helped in recognizing the subtle signals from outsiders, both men and women, and the not so subtle way George came onto me.

He made his move one night, when I was wearing a leather skirt and six inch heels. I had truly fallen in love with high stilettos, and the doctor had been right, I could wear them all day without pain or tiredness. George loved how easily I moved in them, and we spent a lot of time on the dance floor, his hands strategically on my butt, and his hard-on poking into my belly. That night he took me to his place, and he did a decent job to seduce me into his bed.

I'm not sure if it was by design (it was, I found out later) or by luck, but the way my pussy was stimulated triggered my vib, even without the remote, and I came hard with him. Multiple times. Well, me at least. I spent the whole Saturday with him, and he insisted on buying an evening gown for me, as he took me out to a play that night. I fell in love with being fully covered in leather, and the looks of admiration I got, with being treated as a true woman. And I won't say love yet with George, but how nice it felt to be the total center of someone's infatuation.

In the weeks that followed Adele and Janet got used to me not being there on Saturday and a good part of Sunday. And I had some of my own stuff at his place, as he kept buying me more of the clothing that he seemed to have a fetish for. I particularly liked the latex maid's uniform he ordered for me, and I used it while putting his place in order, because he was clearly sloppy at that.

Soon, he hired me as a maid for two mornings per week, and the extra money helped with paying off my debts sooner. The fact that he worked from home these days added to our relationship that we had by now, and he loved it when I gave him a blow-job under his desk, while he was in a meeting. Men were so easily satisfied…

But it made me think, and I talked with Dr. Williams about it. I was ready to give up on the last remnants of my former male life. But at the same time, I wanted to make sure I could still have a dick to use with Adele and Janet. And she showed me a model of how she could construct a real vagina in me, and how an artificial dick could “lock” into it, giving me both pleasure from my new pussy and my vib-stim. She just warned me that it could overload my senses, but I knew I was ready for that.

And two months later, after I was fully healed, I learned we were both right. Sex with George felt better, just feeling him inside me, and feeling him shoot his load. But sex with Adele, although she finally lost her horniness, this far in her pregnancy, and Janet, who loved my new appendage inside her rear, was mind blowing. Having both was a godsend, and all three of my lovers agreed.

Still, things changed. With the child birth getting closer, I slowed down the extra days at George's place. First one day, and a few weeks later the other as well. Whereas he felt like we should see each other more, rather than less. In a way he became very possessive. And as I tried to explain that Adele needed help with the upcoming baby, he countered that we should work on our own.

Of all things he could have said, this one stumped me. When I finally explained that we couldn't have our own, even if I wanted that, he asked why. Wasn't I a complete woman by now?

There you have it. I could tell he wasn't joking, but did some people really think that once you have a pussy, then you can bear a child? I took a careful approach, and told him it could take years before maybe, just maybe, I could get my own. He was upset, and thought I should have been more upfront with him. He had spent a lot of money on courting me.

That finally broke my restraint, and I angrily told him that maybe he should find some religious girl, that gives him a new child for at least six years in a row. And I walked out on him, knowing it was over between us.

It's always a problem in a group of friends, when two get into a relationship, and that ends in not a friendly way. Even though we didn't scream or curse, George no longer showed up on Friday nights. But then he sent me a message. If I could please come by and pick up my clothes and stuff, as he didn't want his new girlfriend to see it.

So, the next Friday I went to his place before he had to go to their prayer group. He showed a picture of his new girl, who was indeed very religious, and wanted at least four children. No sex though until they were married. Looking at her picture I figured that she probably wouldn't share any of his fetishes, and he confirmed that was true. That's why I could keep all the dresses he had bought for me over time. He had put all of that behind him.

I felt sorry for him, but in a way it was good for me. I would cherish the leather and latex clothing fetish that he had instilled in me, and I found it hard to believe that someone could just give up on that. So I wished him all the best, told him we could remain friends, and to call me if he needed a break. And as I went to meet the friends at our favorite bar, he got ready for three hours of non-stop praying and singing.

I decided to wear my favorite leather dress, now that I had it back again. And that's how I met Gina. She was a girl I'd seen before a few times in the past year, as she hung out with a different group, though we were never officially introduced. But she came up to me, asking if she could touch my leather. And her touch felt really good I have to say.

It turns out that she had been having her eyes on me already for a while, as she was inspired by my transformation. And suddenly I remembered Gene, and she confirmed that was her dead-name. She had first seen Janet, and then me, become beautiful women, and that's what she wanted for herself.

I don't know if it was her personality, or the fact she was also transgender, or just because her touch on my leather felt so good, but talking, chatting, laughing, even a little crying, it all felt so naturally, like we'd been friends for life. And I had to think about that old movie of the soldier that falls in love with the woman, raised by native Americans, and it was something about one person who had to disappear from your life, so that you could let someone else in. Well, I was done with George, and now I had Gina.

We spent most of our time on the dance floor. Her group of friends said bye when they went somewhere else, but she stayed with me. Then my friends left as well, but I stayed with her. It was only logical that soon after we went to her place.

It wasn't big. She had lost her well paying marketing job when she started her transition. Now she was a secretary with a much smaller paycheck so she had to downsize. But, she was much happier in her current job as they embraced her on her path to womanhood.

Her place was cozy though, definitely decorated with a woman's hand. Or, as she said so herself, she had studied women and their manners, and immersed herself in it completely. I thought it was refreshing. Never did I have that chance. I was thrown into a female life without any chance to prepare for it. In a way Gina was much more prepared than me, although I had adapted. Had to.

The attraction between us was so strong, we knew there was no reason to hold back. Soon we were naked and I was on my back, as her manhood was still fully functional. More functional than George even, and I gasped as she plunged it inside my pussy, after she had licked me oblivious.

I came three times before she shot her massive load, after which I cleaned her dick, and she said she had no plans to give up on it. Like Janet I guess, although I gave her some insight as well how good it felt to be on the receiving side.

Later she asked if she could try my dress and it fit her so well, I told her she could keep it. She had tears in her eyes, and I knew right away that she was going to share my leather fetish. I checked out her closet, and found she was into body stockings. Nylon, fishnets, spandex, and even a PVC one, that made me look like Catwoman. When I pulled yellow fishnets over the black PVC, I was sold, and in turn she told me to keep it.

When I showed her the pleasures of being on the inside of a leather dress, with my hands all over her, she showed me a secret opening in the crotch area of my bodysuit, and we made slow love. With the urgent heat gone between us, we both learned how well we fit together, in our bodies and minds, and we fell unconditionally in love.

As we dated the weeks after, I explained that I had to be there for Adele, as her due date was coming up. Unlike George, she embraced my motherly desires and my duty towards Adele and Janet. As a matter of fact, unlike George, she came over to our home many times, and got along very well with the other two women in my life. She was a source of knowledge, even on child birth, and it helped us all to prepare better. We all agreed when I suggested Gina move in.

It was a win-win. For Gina, who could save her rent money now, although she did put a few hundred into the household pot. She was saving for a surgery to her calves, as she wanted to be able to walk in heels as easily as I could.

For me, as I had a sexy woman in my bed every night, who was also smart as hell, and I simply adored her. There was never a boring minute again in my life, and I loved how she'd put on one of my uniforms, and work right beside me, cleaning the house. She loved me as much as I loved her.

For Adele, as Gina had been able to give some relief to her sore back with those wonderful hands of her. Plus she'd taken care of the nerves, by explaining almost to the minute what was going to happen in that hospital room soon.

And finally for Janet, the two of them so alike. Gina had brought her relief as well, filling a sexual gap, literally, that neither Adele nor me could provide. Sex was explosive between them, but entertaining from the first minute.

When the baby was finally born, a new life started for all of us, but we all embraced it. We named the girl Annabelle, and she was beautiful, and she knew it. She was Adele's the first few days, but once we brought her home, I took care of her at night. I couldn't breastfeed her unfortunately, but she took to the bottle so well. Sometimes I just held her, as she fell asleep again, while Gina watched me with a smile on her face. Then she would get up and tuck the baby in her crib.

Soon, Adele will go back to work, they all will go back to work. And then this precious girl is the maid's responsibility. In other words, she'll be all mine!