One of the families who had contracted the maid service made a mistake…

One evening, having come in tired from an event that they had been to, they forgot to make sure that their maid was in her room for the night.

As such the girl, once a boy living elsewhere in the village, had taken advantage of the situation by escaping the house. Because ‘she’ was still in active mode, and her duties included shopping, her collar hadn’t been set to shock her when she left the house.

The girl, amazed at not being shocked, carried on, and quickly got to her original home.

Frantically knocking on the door, she was answered by her mother.

“Yes, can I help you?”, she said. “What’s wrong? Wait a minute, I know you, don’t I?”

The maid nodded eagerly, thinking her mother had recognised her.

“You’re Asana, aren’t you? You work at the Wilsons, in the village.”

The maid frantically shook her head, then tried to go in the house.

“Hang on a minute, where are you going!”, her mother shouted, grabbing hold of her.

Sobbing behind her mask, the girl kept trying to get in and pulled herself out of the mother’s hands.

In the house, she ran up the stairs and sat on her old bed in ‘her’ old room.

“Come out of there!”, the mother cried. “That’s my son’s room. Leave it alone!”

She raced in and tried to drag the maid out, but the girl frantically clung onto the bed.

“What the hell is wrong with you!”, the mother cried. “Leave his things alone!”

The maid shook her head, frantically. She then did something that amazed the mother…

She picked up the mobile phone that had been sitting on the bed and typed in the passcode, unlocking it.

Before the mother could recover from that shock, the maid typed a message on the phone, and showed it to her…

“It’s me, James. I’ve been trapped in this outfit ever since I was taken from college. They used me, they said, because they were short of girls, and they’d been watching me for some time because I behaved like a girl…”

The mother, in disbelief, hugged her fully feminized son…

“I’m stuck like this, now”, James continued. “They told me the outfit never comes off…”

James then dropped the phone. His mother could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking that he was crying, but he never made a sound.

He never did again…