Chapter 1
"Excuse me, Miss." I waited for her reply. "I'm sorry, young man, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." "Can I help?" I asked, as I bent down to help her gather up several folders she had dropped. "Thank you," she smiled, as she took the folder from my hand. She looked at me with her gaze locked on my frail body, then smiled. "I do need some help, but I doubt you're up to the task." That was the day my whole world changed.

I'll tell you a little about me first. My parents were killed in a car wreck when I was just two years old. I was in the car, as well, when the wreck happened, and my body and face showed the damage. A huge scar across my right cheek, as well as one on my arm and yet another across my midsection. I was placed in foster care after the accident, but never adopted so I moved around a lot. I figured nobody wanted me because of how I looked.

My last home had been the best by far, but I was one month from being 18 and out on my own. My foster parents were actually good people, but getting up in their years. And by law when I turned eighteen I was responsible for me from then on. They weren't kicking me out by any means, they just wanted me to grow up and become the man I was supposed to be.

I had changed schools more times than I care to count, even still I was a straight A student. All my teachers had high praise for me when it came to grades, but the kids avoided me. Again I figured it was because of my looks. Had I had the money I could have easily gotten into college or a business school of some kind. As it was, I was working two jobs and saving every cent for the day I had to move out. In fact, I was looking for a place to stay the day this pretty, little blond doctor bumped into me on the sidewalk.

"And what might that task be?" I shot back feeling almost insulted. "I need a butler, a maid, a ground's keeper. I could go on," she smiled. "Well, that is a tall order, but right now I need a place to stay and I'm a little behind, myself." "Behind what?" she asked. "Time," I replied. "I'm supposed to be looking at an apartment for rent."

"Here, downtown." She looked at me rather stunned. "Right now a place to stay, is a place to stay. Where is not the issue." I added. She looked me up and down, again, then smiled the prettiest smile I had ever seen. "How about a cup of coffee?" I sputtered. "I've missed my appointment now so......." "Sure, there's a coffee shop around the corner," she replied.

"You look tired," I spoke, as I poured her cup. "Always," she smiled. "I think it just comes with being a doctor." "You work at the hospital?" I shot back. "Yes, and at the clinic over on the south side." "You mean the fat farm?" I spoke softly. "Be nice," she smiled. "Everybody can use a little help now and then." "From the sounds of it you need about three people just to keep up with you," I smiled. She looked at me dumbfounded. "a maid, a butler." "Oh, I see what you're saying," she smiled at my joke. "But you forgot the ground's keeper," she added. I smiled at her as I filled her cup, again.

"Well, you know I'm a doctor, so what do you do?" she smiled, as she asked. "Anything I can so long as it pays well. And I clerk at the grocery store at night and run the car wash across the street by day. I thought I had seen you before." Her eyes lit up. "You have a silver Jag. I have washed it several times," I added. "Those are not high paying jobs, so I take it that money is an issue." "I do okay. I'm not getting rich mind you, but I pay my bills." "So come to work for me," she stated all in one breath. "I pay a lot better than the car wash and you get a place to stay for free."

"Nothing is free," I smiled, "but I will listen to your offer." "Can you cut hedges and mow the lawn?" she asked. "I have done that before," I smiled. "How about a little light house cleaning?" she added. "Is there such a thing as light house cleaning?" I joked. "Maybe, maybe not, but at least come and see the place before you say no. I assure it's better than some stuffy apartment downtown." "Sure, I smiled, "but I have to be at the grocery store by eleven tonight to run the till." "I'll have you back long before then," she smiled.

Rush hour was over before we ever left the coffee shop. And I wasn't surprised to see her point the Jag toward the high rent district. About thirty minutes later we pulled into her driveway and she announced we were here. The house was very big and modern in style. One look at the yard I knew it might take all of an hour to cut the grass. I held her briefcase as she unlocked the door and turned off the security system. "Nice place," I smiled, as she turned on the lights. "Yes, it is, but I seldom get to really enjoy it. After working two jobs, three nights a week, I spend all my time trying to keep the place up."

She started the tour right off. The ground level seemed neat and organized well enough. And the basement was considered the servants quarters, so it was rather empty. The second floor was mostly guest rooms that had little and no furnishings, and the top floor was hers. "Wow, it looks like a hurricane hit the floor," I spoke softly. "You're right," she smiled. "Hurricane Holly, that's me," she smiled, yet again. "And your name?" she finally asked. "James, James Dolan, but my friends all call me Jimmy."

"As you can see, six day a week at the hospital and three nights a week at the clinic leave me very little and no time to take care of the place. You can stay here, if you will. You can have the basement and I'll match whatever you're making at the car wash as starting pay. No room and board, but I seldom eat at home. So if you like a home cooked meal, you'll have to buy some things and do that yourself."

She didn't give me that chance to answer. Rather, she started the tour, again. She took me down and out to the patio where there was a large pool with a high fence. "The weather will be fit by next month and I'll have the pool cleaned if you'll help me take care of it and you can use it as you see fit. The back yard is smaller than the front so there's very little to do out back. You can park your car in the garage and I have a spare door opener you can use. I'll set up a code for you to use to turn off the alarm so you can come and go as you like. What do you think?" she finally took a breath.

"The car wash pays me 26k a year and I get all my groceries at cost, since I work at the store. I do like a home cooked meal, and, yes, I can cook. It does sound to me as if you're expecting me to do more than just keep the grass cut and do a little house cleaning though." "Well.......in a way, yes. Let's go inside and sit down," she took my hand.

She poured us both a glass of tea, then offered me a seat at the table with a rather sad look on her face. "I have some girlfriends," she started to speak. "A bunch of snobs to be more correct about it, but they are married to very influential people. "People you don't want pissed off at you, if you value your career," I added. "Exactly," she smiled. "So I get together with them from time to time." "And .........?" I asked. "Well, they all have servants at their homes, so I never have them come here." "I see.....," I smiled. "So from time to time I might ask you to wear a uniform and serve me and the girls for a few hours." "So it would at least look like you have servants," I added. "In a word, yes." "I could probably do that," I smiled. "When can you start?" she asked in an excited tone. "Give me two weeks to get moved and get the outside in shape and then you can invite your guests over." "Great," she replied.

She took me back downtown and asked where I had parked my car. Now, I was a bit embarrassed. "I don't have one," I had to say. "I take the bus." "That will never do," she smiled. "And the bus doesn't come by my house so we'll get you a car tomorrow. Where can I find you around lunch?" "The car wash, most likely, but I'll give my notice tomorrow, so who knows how that will go over." "If they tell you to go right away, don't worry about it. You have a place to stay and I'll cover whatever you miss in pay. See you tomorrow.....?" "I'll be here," I shot back, as I stepped on the bus for home.

I told my foster parents that night I had found a place to stay and started packing what little I owned right then. I didn't tell them where, they wouldn't have believed me to start with and they weren't coming looking for me anyway. It took all of three hours for me to pack and I slept well that night.

My job as a clerk at the grocery store always left me dead tired so sleeping was never a problem. I gave the car wash owner my walking papers the next morning, as soon as he arrived, and by lunch he was really upset. He offered me a raise, less hours, whatever I wanted if I would stay. "Two weeks and I'm gone," I told him. "After two years, and god knows how many people, I get somebody I can trust and now you're quitting," he blustered. "It's been three years and without any vacation or even a weekend off," I shot back. "So take some time off," he shot back, "but don't quit, not now," he added. "Look Bobby, I have another job and it's a damn sight better than this dirty old car wash, plus I get room and board. Can you match that?" I asked. "Well...... no, not right now." "Then in two weeks I'm gone, that's final."

Holly came by right at lunch time and my soon to be ex-boss almost blew a gasket when I got in the car with her. "So how did he take the news?" she asked. "Not well," I replied, "but he'll find somebody to do my job." "Okay.......so let's find you a car," she smiled. We looked at several lots before I found a car I really liked. It was Toyota GT with a hatch back. Teal blue with gold stripes and low mileage to boot. Good on gas was the main thing, as I would have to drive to work at night, and very dependable, as well. The lot owner almost lost it when Holly paid cash for the car and I signed the title. A kept man, he sighed under his breath, I should be so lucky.

We went straight to the courthouse and got the tag and insurance all taken care of and that day, between jobs, I moved in. Bob and Carol made no fuss about me leaving, but they did wonder about the car I was driving. I let on that I had saved some money and paid for it myself, as well as getting myself a place to live. Carol did tear up a little as I was about to leave, but I was sure they weren't going to miss me.

Holly was home when I got there and I was a bit surprised when she actually helped me get settled in. Her basement, now my home, was bigger than Bob and Carol's whole house. To say I had plenty of room would be an understatement, at the very least. "You don't seem to be a snob like you say your friends are," I said.

Chapter 2

"Well, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth either," she smiled, as she put the box down. "Moved up the hard way?" I questioned? "Yes and no," she smiled. "My parents were dirt poor and pretty much still are. I got a college grant ‘cause my grades were good and I used that to get myself into medical school. From there I interned at a very large city hospital ER room, and from there I came here and started doing what I really like." "And that is?" I asked. "Plastic surgeon and gender dysphoria work." "Sounds complicated," I replied. "I'm not even sure what it means," I smiled.

I pretty well had my living quarters squared away when Holly started asking more personal questions. "Any girlfriends I should know about, just in case I see another new face", she added. "No,...... not really. I don't have much of a social life for reasons you can easily see." "The scar?" she questioned. "Yes," I replied blankly. "I doubt a woman has ever even given me a second look." "Well, it is rather ugly, but I could fix it so you would never know it was there." "Right........ and Elvis was taken by a UFO," I replied. "Really. I could fix that in one operation," she insisted.

"I have asked several doctors about getting something done and they all said since it happened so long ago it's not likely that it will ever go away or even be fixable. And besides that, how would I pay the bill?" "Well, think about it at least and I assure you I can fix it or my name isn't Holly Parker."

She left me after that as I had to shower and get ready for my night job. The scar was ugly and started just below my ear and went straight to the corner of my mouth. It was about a quarter inch wide and I got it in the car wreck that killed my parents. There was no nerve damage and I guess that was a good thing, but I was never a hit with the ladies, if you know what I mean. I did a quick inventory of the kitchen before I left and it was pretty obvious Holly needed everything in the way of food, that is.

Grace let me in the back door at the store as soon as I hit the call button. Grace was very pretty and probably the only female that didn't seem bothered by the scar across my face. She knew how it got there and told me she felt sad for me a time or two. We often had a late dinner together and she was about the closest thing I had to a female that I considered a friend. I told her about meeting Holly and how I had a place of my own now, as well as a car. She was very happy for me and said I should make the best of it.

I didn't go home that night, as I often took a nap in the storeroom, then went to my day job from the store. Bobby started right in on me as soon as I got there about quitting. "You're the best manager I have had in quite some time. You handle the orders for supplies, the books balance at the end of the month. All the other employees like working for you. Please don't quit." On and on he went for the whole two weeks. I was never so glad to see the last day at that place.

I began in earnest after that to make Holly's house into a home. I cut the grass every Friday and did some kind of cleaning inside almost ever day. The pool was cleaned now so I kept the chemicals balanced so the water was clean and clear. Holly never worked on Sunday and was off about every other Saturday. The store was closed on the weekends so I was off as well and that was about the only time we saw each other, unless she came home in time for dinner.

It was early one Saturday, while I was cleaning the ground floor, that Holly came down in just her robe. I had already had breakfast and told her I had fixed her a plate, as well. It was in the microwave. All she had to do was warm it up. "Don't you ever rest?" she asked, as I placed the plate in front of her. "Just trying to earn my keep," I stated. "I've done some kind of work all my life." "The place doesn't have to be white glove all the time," she smiled. "Just the same," I spoke softly. "You never know when the snobs might stop by and I would rather it was."
"You have been here two months now and the place has never been cleaner or looked better. Your place with me is safe. You don't have to keep it spotless."

I took her plate as soon as she finished eating. I dumped the crumbs in the disposal and put the plate in the dishwasher. I filled her coffee cup and started to vacuum again. When I put the vacuum away, she called me from the dinning room. I hurried to see what she needed. "Have a seat." She pushed the chair out with her foot. "I still have three more rooms to clean. Is this going to take long?" "No..... and no more cleaning today.....period.......end of story." "Okay", I replied softly. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"No, you have done everything right. You have cleaned and dusted every room in the house. Hell, you even clean my bathroom and wash all the linen. I do have one question," she added. I didn't answer. I just waited to hear the rest. "You never seem to make it to my bedroom. "Is there a reason for that?" "You never come to the basement or invade my privacy, so I was giving you the same respect. I will gladly clean your room, as well, but only if I have your permission. When you gave me the tour, it didn't include your bedroom so I assumed it was off limits. Women it seems to me like their privacy."

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. It looked like a federal disaster zone and I suspect that was why it wasn't included on the first tour. "Now, anytime you need to you have my permission to come in my bedroom even if I am here. I would prefer that you knock, just in case I'm not dressed. You seem to do real well with the other laundry. Do you know how to handle delicate's? "Yes, my first foster mom made sure of that." ‘You were in foster care?" She looked at me puzzled. "Yes," I replied, ‘and was till the very day I moved in here." She got an emergency call from the hospital about that time and had to leave right away. "No more work today," she ordered before she left. You have today off."

As much as I would have loved to take the day off, after seeing her room there was no way I could. I can't stand clutter and her room was a poster child for it. It had to be cleaned and the sooner the better. I walked her to the car and waited till she was out of sight. I immediately went to her room and basically took it apart.

I sorted her dirty clothes and started the first load. Then I surveyed the room looking for some way to organize it. The two walk-in closets would come in handy and with the huge bedroom suite there was plenty of drawers for the other stuff. I decided that one should be for work and casual clothes and the other for dress and formal things. The first load of clothes were done by the time I had sorted the first closet. I put those in the dryer and started another figuring about three loads would get the job done.

There was a mountain of formal and dress clothes on the bed and I sorted them by putting dresses and skirts on one side and slacks and blouses on the other. She had a ton of shoes and more high heels than any woman I had known. Many of them were scuffed so I lined the bottom of the closet with them, as I polished and removed the scuffs, as well. I folded the first load of clothes putting them on the bed for the time being. I had already changed the bed linen and made it for her, as well as dusting and vacuuming the floor.

Her chest of drawers, as well as her dresser, were as big a mess, as the rest of the room. I dumped it all on the bed and started over. I filled two drawers with nothing but panties. Then another two with bras and half slips. Stockings and garter belts found their own drawer and then I moved onto less delicate things. Socks, pajama's, and the likes went in the dresser. Her robe, as well as her sleep sets, got washed just for the sake of it and they were put away, as well.

Last, but not least, I cleaned her bathroom and polished everything that needed it. I even cleaned and polished the ceiling fan that had a good inch of dust on the blades. I had started this project just after noon and now it was almost 5: 30. Holly should be back soon, I thought, so I headed for the kitchen to make a nice dinner.

I was satisfied when I left her room that I had done a good job. It was clean and neat and sparkled like a new coin when I turned out the light. I had steaks and potatoes on the grill and was fixing us both a salad when she called. She was on her way home and would be here in about ten minutes. I told her dinner was almost ready and I would see her then.

I had just set the table when she walked in and she stopped long enough to tell me dinner smelled good. So I told her to have a seat, if she wanted it hot. What she wanted was a hot shower, but she decided it could wait till after she ate. "I gave you the day off, but it looks to me like you have been very busy." "Just the normal stuff," I replied, as I put the food on the table. "Tomorrow we're both taking the day off, and that's final. If you even think about work, I'll throw you in the pool," she smiled.

She finished her dinner long before I did and said it was great. "I'm going to take a shower and change clothes then, well, watch a movie or something." I finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen. I had just put the last plate in the dishwasher when I heard the door bell. "Coming," Holly shouted, as she bounced down the stairs. "Hi Cathy", Holly greeted the person at the door. I made a quick exit waiting till Holly took her guest to the living room. I took the back way to the basement. I hoped she hadn't seen me, as it might have looked bad for Holly having a man in the house, as it were.

Cathy had on of those voices that carried very good. It was hard not to hear almost every word she said. Although, I didn't always hear Holly's reply. There was a few minutes of small talk before Cathy noticed how clean the house was. "You must have gotten a maid," Cathy asserted. "Yes, I did," Holly replied. "And I have never been so thankful. This place is so clean now." "She does good work," Cathy stated. "I don't ever recall this place looking so good. Is she full-time," Cathy asked? "No, just part-time," Holly replied, "but I assure you the whole house is spotless.

Chapter 3

I was eyeball deep in my accounting software, justifying my bank statement, when Holly knocked on my door. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting Cathy to drop by tonight." "It's okay. I needed to balance my checkbook anyway." "I guess you know your work told on you," she smiled. "Yes, I heard and Cathy thinks I'm a she or a female, if I heard her correct." "Well, most maids are female and I couldn't very well tell her otherwise unless I told her who you were." "True," I shot back. "And thanks for not telling her," I smiled. "Thank me later. Cathy is pretty persistent. And besides, good maids are few and far between. I suspect if you were a female you could make a small fortune with your skills," she added.

I stood up and took off my t-shirt so Holly could see that the scar on my face wasn't the only one. She just stood with her mouth open as she saw the reason I was working so hard. "It would take a small fortune to fix all this," I spoke softly, "and right now I have maybe a third of what the doctors tell me it will take. "My god, Jimmy, how did this happen?" she spoke, catching her breath. "I had a perfect X burnt into my skin from each shoulder down to my stomach. I was in a child's safety seat when my dad wrecked the car. It killed mom and dad instantly. I was thrown through the windshield cutting my face on the glass. The belts that kept me in the seat caught on fire with the car. Rather, I should say, they melted into my skin." "So you have been this way practically all your life!" "Yes, and now you know why I work so hard."

Holly turned on her heels and left. I was a bit rude, I guess, but being around people with lots of money often brought out the worst in me. I was sure that Holly was right. Most of the scars I had could be fixed or hidden in some way, but try getting some high priced plastic surgeon to talk to you once they know you're basically an orphan with no money. My dad came from a wealthy family and I know he and mom had plenty of money. I had often wondered why I never got the insurance money when they were killed. I know they had insurance.

My eighteenth birthday had come and gone before I ever found out about the freedom of information act. Being an orphan and going through the foster care system like I had. The first thing they do is seal all your records. While I knew some of what I wanted to know, most of it was bits and pieces. Nothing solid, nothing I could take before a judge and claim foul play. I decided to use the freedom of information act in a way it was never intended.

I did take that Sunday off and to me it was worth it. In fact, I almost went into shock when Holly came to the patio and jumped in the pool completely naked. She swam a couple of laps, then dried off and stretched out on the lounge chair. Her body was as beautiful as her face. Her long blonde hair made her look like a real California girl. Her breasts and hips were perfection with a smooth tapered torso and not a single hair on her body. Not even around her vagina. I watched as she covered her body in tanning oil or at least all of she could reach. I stared for most of an hour as she lay face up getting the full noon day sun.

When she turned over face down, I made my way out to the pool. I didn't ask, I just picked up the tanning oil and started to rub down her back, as well as her back side. She never moved or acted modest about what I was doing so I covered her body top to bottom with oil. "Join me?" she asked, when I put the oil down. "Nobody wants to see this body nude," I smiled, and she knew what I meant. "On the other hand," I added, "you have a great body and I'm glad you're proud enough to show it off." "You will, too, and sooner than you think." "What?" I sputtered.

"I made some calls after I left you last night." "And?" "I got three of my co- workers to donate their services. The clinic might not be so gracious and I suspect they will want something for using their facilities. But those scars are history if you'll trust me to do it. Trust you," I looked into her steel blue eyes. "This is the closest thing I have had to a normal life. Why shouldn't I trust you?" "Well, just don't expect miracles. It's not like you're a muscle bound he-man and I doubt you ever will be," she added. She didn't know how right she was, but she was sure to find out.

Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Holly worked at the clinic six to midnight. So I wasn't completely surprised when she called me on Monday around six and asked me to come down. I took a shower and put on my best clothes and headed off to see what would happen.

I was there by six thirty and Holly took me back as soon as I arrived. I reminded her I had to be at work by nine. "Undress, if you will, and I'll be right back," she smiled as she left the room. I took off my shirt and sat on the exam bed and waited for several minutes. When she came back she had another woman with her and a really big man. "Dr. Kline," she pointed to the lady, "and Dr. Peters," she pointed to the man. "James Dolan," I stuck out my hand.

"So this is your housekeeper?" Dr. Kline spoke first. "Yes, Holly," replied, "and a fine young man." "Those are mighty tough looking scars," Dr. Peters spoke next. "Yes, sir," I replied, "I have had them since I was two. I was in a pretty bad car wreck." "Is this all?" Dr. Kline asked. "Not really," I replied with head down. "I take it your genitalia were damaged, as well." "Yes, and it's pretty ugly, Ma'am." "Well, lets see." "If we're going to fix you up, we might as well do it all," Dr. Peters added.

The second I dropped my shorts it was obvious I had no balls. "They were crushed by the safety belt," I told them before they had the chance to ask. "This is all wrong," Dr Kline spoke up. "They should have made you a girl when this happened." "What the hell were they thinking?" Dr. Peters chimed in. "At least you could have sex if they had done their job. "My parents were killed and my relatives wouldn't claim me so they just sewed me up and put me in foster care," I spoke softly. "Do you have any records," Dr. Kline asked? "They're all sealed, but I'm working on that," I added.

"You can get dressed." Holly spoke up for the first time and I was glad she did. She could tell I was very uneasy about being seen in the nude. The other doctors left us and Holly apologized for Dr. Kline being so blunt. "Well, I'm not a girl and doubt I ever will be, but I'm not a muscle bound man either. I would be happy to just not have all the scars." "Soon enough," she smiled. "Now, off you go."

I headed for work, but stopped at a soda shop where some of the guys from the car wash liked to hang out. They spotted me two steps in the door and we talked for while. Nothing had changed much since I left and Bobby, the owner, was still doing his slave driver bit. Of course, they thought Holly was a love interest for me and I didn't lie about it. I just didn't tell them I was her maid and groundskeeper, either. We all laughed as they chided me about moving up in the world. Then I left and went to the store.

Grace was her usual bundle of joy and greeted me with a smile and a hug. We had a quick cup of coffee and started on the books. We talked, as we worked, and she finally got around to asking me why I had been at the clinic earlier that day. "How did you know I was there?" I asked. "I saw your car and you were walking out just as I came by on my way here," she added. Grace knew the whole story. She had been a friend of my last foster parents and, in truth, that was part of the reason I had the job there.

I told her I had been saving my money for quite some time now and I was getting a checkup. I was also trying to get a doctor to help me out with the scaring left from the accident. "So what did they say?" she asked with some enthusiasm. "Well.... one doctor thinks they should have made me a girl right after the accident." We both busted up laughing, when I told her that. "Another one thinks the scars can easily be fixed, but it will cost me several thousand dollars. And the other one really didn't say all that much, he just kinda looked me over." "Well, I hope they can help you out," Grace added.

Tuesday, when Holly came home, I had dinner on the table. I had gone over the house and her bedroom cleaning and dusting. I did a little laundry and the place looked as good as it had Saturday. As soon as she came in, we sat down to dinner and she was all smiles for some reason. "You seem real happy or amused," I spoke between bits of my food. "Amazed would be more like it," she smiled even more. "By what?" I asked.

"Most men can't even find their way around a kitchen, and fewer can clean a house as well as you," she added. "My third set of foster parents get the credit for that," I smiled. "David and Joyce were their names. Joyce ran a catering business, while her sister ran a maid's service, and the younger sister ran a beauty salon. I got to help all three at one time or another," I added. "So you have worked as a maid before," she smiled. "For most of two years off and on," I added. "Since most maids are female, did this sister make you dress the part?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I smiled. "And saw to it that I looked just like all her other maids. Pattie ran the beauty salon, so you can imagine most of it, I guess. In reality, I had fake breasts glued on my chest, I got a manicure and pedicure at least once a month. My hair was permed and all my male clothes just up and disappeared one day. I also worked as a server for Joyce's catering business and worked in the salon on weekends." "So you all but lived as a girl for some time?" Holly asked. "Most of two years, but I didn't fit in very well. Nobody ever guessed I was a boy. In fact, more than a few men tried to pick me up. But then my case worker finally decided to check on me and that was the end of that. She almost flipped when she saw me in my maid's uniform. "I should say so," Holly smiled again.

"Did they even pay you at all while you were working for them?" "My pay was my room and board, so I never got paid or not in money anyway." "You have had a tough life, but that is all about to change," she added, as I cleaned the table. "How so?" I asked from the kitchen sink. "Friday you're checking in the clinic and that scar on your face is history," she hugged from behind as she placed her plate in the sink. "And how much is the clinic going to set me back for that?" I asked. "Dr. Peters owns the clinic. As soon as we left the exam room, he told me whatever I needed was free so long as it helped you." "Really....," I tried to sound amazed. "Yes," Holly spoke in one breath. "You finish up here while I take a shower, then we need to talk." "Okay," I smiled. "Talk about what?" "After my shower. It's been a long day," she smiled as she left.

Holly changed the subject offering Cathy some tea. They talked about men for a while and I was pretty sure Cathy was single the way she talked. It was almost 9:OO by the time Cathy left and, thankfully, Holly never gave her my name.

Chapter 4

Holly all but bounced down the stairs with her hair still up in a towel and her bathrobe tied at the waist. "Where do you feel most comfortable talking?" she asked, as I came from the kitchen. "My room I pointed to the stairs. We headed for the basement and she followed me to my bedroom. I had my clothes for work already laid out and I had change pretty soon.

She took the chair at the vanity and took the towel from around her head letting her hair fall straight down. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited to see what she had to say. "I have a confession to make, but hear me out before you make up your mind." "Okay. Sure, why not?" "You know you can never be a real man or a father, don't you?" "I do, but that's not news to me." "Well, here's the news. I want to make you a real woman. I want to give you breasts, real ones. I want to remove all the scars and give you a beautiful vagina just like mine. I want to make you so pretty men will fall at your feet just to get your attention." "That's not likely gonna happen. It's been tried before," I spoke softly, as I picked up the blow dryer and brush.

I turned Holly's chair to face the mirror and started to gently brush her hair as I blew it dry on a low heat setting. "What?" she asked in a curt tone. "You think I can't do it?" "Oh, I'm sure you can make me into a girl, but so pretty that men just fall at my feet.....I rather doubt that. You have a beautiful head of hair," I told her, as I looked for the curling iron. "Here's the thing," she said, as I placed her hand in a warm bowl of water. "Nails first." "You're eighteen now, so in order for me to do the work I want, you have to sign the paper I put on the table." "I couldn't find the iron so I plugged in the hot rollers." "What are you doing?" she stopped in mid- sentence.

"I'm fixing your hair and giving you a manicure. Is there something wrong with that?" I asked. "Not if you know what you're doing," she smiled. "I think I can manage," I smiled, as I trimmed a few split ends from the shorter hair in the front. "So you're willing to sign the paper?" She went back to the reason for our chat. "I see no reason not to," I smiled, as I placed the first roller in her hair.

I dipped my hand in the setting gel as I placed each roller just like I had been taught. "It will take several operations to do the job," she continued, as I worked on rolling her hair. "I want to fix your face and nose first and see how they heal up." "And then what?" I asked, as I placed yet another roller. "Then we'll remove your body hair over a period of time so you never have to shave." "Like you did yours," I replied, as I placed the dryer cap over her head. "Well, yes," she smiled, as I turned on the dryer and started on her nails.

I heaved the big black case up on the vanity and opened it to get an orange stick. "Pick a color." I pointed to the rainbow of colored polish. "Do you ever stop working?" she asked. "Not since I was twelve," I replied, as I started on the hand she had soaked and placed the other in the bowl. "You're taking all this information as if it was casual, and I'm talking about a whole life change." "I've been a girl before so it's not that big a deal," I replied, as I took the emery board to her nails. "True, but then it was all fake," Holly replied, as I shaped her nails. "I don't fit in with men, like I am now, and I doubt I'll fit in with the girls when you're done. So either way it's not a big deal."

I applied a clear base coat to the hand I had just finished, then checked her hair and started on the other hand. "Believe me, when I'm done with you, you will fit in with the girls and you'll have to fight off the men." "If you say so," I smiled, as I worked on her other hand. "Have you picked a color?" I asked. She picked a soft pink with a metallic look and I applauded her choice. I finished her other hand and applied the base coat, then started to paint the first hand in smooth even strokes. I did the other hand as soon as the base coat was dry and started her pedicure. Her toenails were in good shape so it went pretty fast and soon she had the same polish on all her nails.

"What are.....you doing?" she asked, again, as I set up my airbrush system. "Making you even more beautiful than you are." "How about a nice golden tan the easy way," I smiled. "You're going to paint on my tan?" she scoffed. "Sure, why not?? "This I got to see," she smiled, as I mixed the liquid for her tan. I took off the dryer cap and asked her to take off her robe. Her nails were still a bit wet so she let me do it. I opened the sliding glass doors and had her stand on the patio with her legs apart just a little. "With or without the tan line?" I asked. "Without, of course. You know I lay out in the nude." "Just asking," I smiled, as I started to spray her body.

Her skin was almost flawless and smooth as polished glass. I knew her tan would look great when I was done. I placed my finger along the length of her vagina lips so as not to spray tan on the inside of her lips. I half expected her to pull away with my hand so close to her vagina, but she stood very still. The liquid dried almost as soon as it hit her skin and the more I worked the more her golden tan began to emerge. I took great care to outline her nipples, as they don't really tan that well even in the sun, and I wanted it to look natural.

I asked her to wait a few minutes for her tan to dry before she sat back down. I knew she wanted to talk some more about all the operations she had planned for me, but right now I wanted her to be as beautiful as I could make her. Once she was completely dry, I sat her down and added another coat of polish to her nails. While they were drying, I started on her hair. I removed the roller and fluffed the curls with a vented brush, then started to pull all of it up on the crown of her head. I held it in place with a pink band that matched her nails, then brought one curl down in front of each ear.

I took her robe and towel, then led her up to her bedroom. I had cleaned and arranged her room, so I knew where everything was. "What are you doing?" she asked, again. "Just play along," I smiled. I went straight to her dresser and got out her corset. It was a sturdy garment, but I was gentle when I pulled the lacing tight. It fit from just under her breast to just over her hips and gave her a really great shape. I got her nude stockings and rolled one up each leg attaching them to the base of the corset. Her best satin pink panties and matching bra was next. I had to look through her closet a minute, but I found the pink sheath dress that I knew would look great.

I was short, almost a mini, and I got her open toed pink high heels to match. I guessed they were a four inch heel and I slipped them on her feet and closed the ankle strap. I placed a gold necklace around her neck and dug out some rings for her fingers. I put in her biggest gold hoops for her earrings, then zipped the dress closed for her. I offered her the chair at her vanity and started on her makeup. Less is always better, but I really wanted her to look good tonight. I put on a light coat of liquid foundation, then added a light powder for that, oh so smooth look. I outlined her eyes in a dark eyeliner for affect then used a soft coral pink eye shadow, which I applied with a brush. I went easy on the mascara, as her lashes were already long and beautiful.

"Done....," I stated, as I looked at my watch. I led her to the full mirror on the other side of the room and watched as her jaw almost hit the floor. "Okay, so I look like a million bucks. So what's this all about?" "You should check your messages more often." I pointed at the light blinking on the phone. She hit the play button and it was Cathy reminding her that it was girl's night and they were coming over around seven or so. " Oh, shit, I got ten minutes to get ready." "Already done," I replied with a smile. "You look great and the snacks, along with the champagne, are on the table."

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to go to." "You knew!" she all but shouted. "You knew they were coming. So this is why you made me look so good." "They may be wealthy snobs, but none of them will look as good as you do, or at least not tonight," I shot back. Holly grabbed my face and planted a kiss right on my lips. "You are so great. I will make this up to you, I promise. I'm not sure how, but I will, I assure you,"she smiled, as she turned me loose.

I had just changed clothes and was about to leave when Grace called. It had been a really light day at the store and she gave me the night off saying she could handle it tonight by herself. I told her thanks and settled in to watch some t.v. I wished she had called earlier. I could have taken more time getting Holly ready. I just hoped she look as good as I thought she did.

I kept the t.v. turned down pretty low. I didn't want Holly's friends to know she had somebody living in her basement. And it wasn't like she was going to show me off to her friends with this big scar across my face. Her friends arrived right on time and I listened to them all give Holly great praise on how good she looked. The snacks were a big hit and the champagne seemed to be gone in no time. I snuck out the back door and made my way to the kitchen and took out another bottle placing it in the ice bucket while they were busy talking. Nobody, including Holly, knew I did it. Of course, it didn't just appear out of thin air, but Holly thought I was at work, so who knows what she really thought.

The party broke up around midnight and all the girls pumped Holly endlessly to tell them who had done her up for the party. To her credit she never said my name, but she did tell them it was a close friend and that made me feel pretty good. The week went on pretty normal after that. While I never answered Holly's phone, I did hear most of her messages. All the girls at the party had called and promised to never tell if she would tell them which salon had fixed her up on Tuesday night. Holly just smiled each time she got the messages. You're secret is safe with me, she told me once.

I checked in the clinic early on Friday and was ready when Holly got there. She told me I would sleep through the night and she would come get me on Saturday by lunch time. That was the last thing I remembered till I awoke Saturday morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. It felt far worse than any hangover I had ever had and I felt almost sick to my stomach. As soon as Holly got there, she gave me some pain med's and checked me out.

"You can recover at home," she stated. "It's the least I can do after Tuesday night." "It was nothing," I replied with my speech a little slurred. "Well, it meant a lot to me so plan on being pampered for a few days, at least." True to her word she treated me like I had paid in full for her services. She fed me and bathed me just like I was her own child. And changed my bandages twice a day.

Chapter 5

By Monday I felt much better and Holly removed the bandages long enough for me to see what had been done. The scar was gone, as far as I could tell, but then there was lots of bruising.

"It will go away soon enough and you'll look good as new," she smiled. Just wait and see."

"I can understand my face hurting. but why does my chest hurt?" I asked.

"That's a surprise for later," she smiled.

I called Grace and told her about the operation to my face and took some time off. She was very happy for me and said she hoped it all turned out well. It took another four weeks for all the bruising to go away and while I waited I poured myself into taking care of Holly in every way. I kept her hair and nails done, fixed her breakfast every morning, I even laid out her clothes for the next day each night after she had gone to bed. The scar was gone from my face and in a way I felt like I owed her my life, such as it was.

I had signed all the papers Holly had asked me to, but never read them. I had no reason not to trust her or her judgment. My self-esteem was getting better and Holly often scolded me for hiding every time she had company. "My face looks a lot better, but the mind hasn't caught on just yet," I told her."Maybe soon, when the other operations are done."

"Well, you're due back at the clinic this Friday so check in early like before and be prepared to be a new person when you get out this time."

Right I told myself, like you can undo 18 years of hiding in one weekend. I checked in early just like she told me to and was almost asleep when she got there. I expected to wake up on Saturday like before, but that was not to be. Saturday came and went and I know because Holly came to check on me. I could hear everything that was going on. I just couldn't wake up. "Not much hair", somebody said to Holly. "I should be finished by Monday."

"No rush," Holly replied, "just make sure you get it all."

I wasn't in pain and I couldn't feel anything that I would say was different, but this person seemed to think I was very pretty. I kinda lost track of time after the first couple of days so Holly is probably the only person that really knew how long I was there. Some time later Holly woke me up and at first I was in no small amount of pain. As soon as I started to come around, Holly gave me some pain med's so it was down to a dull roar pretty quick.

"Ready to go home?" she smiled, as she helped me out of bed.

"The sooner the better." I tried to smile, as she got me dressed.

I don't remember much save the ride home and waking up in my bedroom the next day. Holly was sitting by my bed when I came around and she put a robe on me as soon as I got up.

"How about some breakfast?" she smiled?

"You should be at work." I looked at the clock. "I'll fix it for you quick as I can so you can go."

"Not today, it's Sunday," she smiled. "And I'm cooking for you this time, besides it's time to got you up and moving."

I followed her to the kitchen where she poured most of a pot of coffee down me and I was starting to feel like I was back in the real world after that. She fixed us some bacon with eggs and toast and I ate like I hadn't in a long time. She smiled each time she looked at me and I finally had to ask if she saw something funny.

"Not at all," she smiled. "I see something beautiful."

"Right....." I sputtered.

She led me down the hall to the bathroom and pushed me in front of the full mirror. With one motion she pulled the robe away and for a second I was stunned. When I looked in the mirror, I saw my face first and the healing was done. It looked softer with my forehead smaller and my slightly upturned nose seemed smaller. My eyebrows were thin and arched high to the edge. The tuft of chest hair I once had was gone and I could see the impression of budding breasts. My eyes continued down and it was plain to see all my body hair was gone. Between my legs my eyes stopped, as I saw what looked like a perfect vagina.

"You're one of us now," Holly spoke quickly.

"I see," I smiled, "and my breasts?" I questioned.

"Whatever size you want," she grinned from ear to ear.

For the first time in my life I could look in the mirror and not see any scars. My body wasn't completely healed, of course, and Holly kept me home for another two weeks, just taking things rather easy till I felt like I was back to normal. I started back slowly taking care of the place and did the easy stuff at first.

In the meantime, I had gotten some of the information that I had filed for. I came to find out that my dad was a very wealthy man. The Dolan family actually had an estate that was being held till the surviving relatives could be found to claim it. I checked and double-checked to make sure that the Dolan family in question was actually my dad. There wasn't an actual dollar amount given as to the value of the estate, but I surmised it was a good amount. As nearly as I could tell, I had to be twenty-one to claim it and some uptown lawyer was holding it all in trust. My original birth certificate would prove I was the rightful heir at the right time, but for now I just put the papers away and kept what I knew to myself. And....yes, I did have my birth certificate.

Holly had made me into a girl and so I started to try and look like one. I grew my nails out and started to keep them polished. I had a handful of dresses and skirts that I had kept from an earlier time along with a few other things. I started to wear makeup every day and tried to think of myself as one of the girls. I started to wear my corset every day and watch my weight. About three months later Holly finally noticed or at least got around to letting me know she noticed.

As we were eating dinner one night she asked me if I had talked to Grace. I told her I had and she knew I was recovering from the operation but I hadn't told her I was a girl now.

"Well, that's pretty obvious now," Holly smiled.

"All but the breasts," I smiled back.

"Are you ready for that?" she asked.

"It would complete the picture," I smiled, "and I would actually like to get out of the house now and then." That night I showed Holly the fake breasts I had worn for almost two years some time back.

"A full C cup," she smiled. "That's quite large for your overall body," she smiled.

"Sometimes less is better, but in this case, I don't think that rule applies," I joked a bit.

"Come to my room," Holly asked, as she took my hand.

From her little black bag, and I think all doctors have one, she took a bottle of saline and filled a hypo. She felt around my navel, as I lay on the bed, then stuck the hypo in and started to push as my right breast grew. She filled the left one likewise and asked if they were tight or hurt at all. I told her no and she filled the hypo and started again to fill them even more.

"That's not enough for a full C cup, but let's stop there for now," she smiled. Once you're accustomed to them at that size, we can add some more."

"Fair enough," I smiled, as I sat up and felt the weight of them on the my chest.

A month later I went back to work for Grace. It was the first time anybody had seen me dressed as a female in a long time and I was a bit nervous, at first. Grace took the new me in stride telling me I looked really great. And with my voice being naturally a little higher than most men she assured me nobody would question my appearance as a female.

The more I got out and about and allowed myself to be seen in public the less aware I became that I wasn't pretending to be a female. I was a female and all the stuff I had been taught began to come back to me. Holly added the extra saline to my breast to make them a full C cup and I decided it was time to reward her for all she had done.

I listened intently as she got a message about the girls coming over on Friday night. So far none of them knew who it was that Holly had working for her or the fact that I had once been a man. On that Thursday morning, I started cleaning the house top to bottom. I reminded Holly that night about the girls coming over and offered to give her a full make over like before. She agreed and told me she was taking half the day off on Friday, as she had some other business to take care of, but she would be home in plenty of time for the girl's get together.

I decided it was time for Holly's maid to make an appearance. I went through all the old stuff I had and found the upstair's maid outfit I had used all those years ago. When Holly came home, I gave her the works. I did her hair and nails first, then did her makeup and helped her pick out a really nice dress.

"I don't suspect we'll see much of you tonight," she said, as I zipped her dress.

"You never know," I shot back. "Your maid might make an appearance later tonight. You're ready," I announced, "and now it's time for me to get cleaned up."

"Thank you very much," Holly spoke softly, as I headed downstairs.

I took a quick shower having already done my hair earlier in the day. And I figured I had a good two hours before the girls showed up. I put on the nail tips and filled them so they looked natural and painted them along with my toenails. Makeup was next and I used a little more than I normally would have for that glamour affect. I slipped on the off black pantyhose first, then laced myself into the smallest corset I had. It did look a bit odd, but it would all come together. I put on my best half cup bra that pulled my breast together giving me some rather nice cleavage. The black french cut leotard was next and I always hated the zipper in the back, but I finally got it up. To that I added the small oval shaped apron that just covered my crotch area, along with a white hair band to hold my hair in the high bun. White wrist cuffs finished the uniform and all in all it looked pretty good.

Last, but not least, I put on the open toed five inch high heels. I had so hated to wear them years ago and my feet always seemed to ache after just a few hours wearing them. Tonight I wanted Holly's friends, the snobs, as she called them, to be more than a little impressed. So I was going out of my way to look really good, at the last minute making sure I looked good before I left. I went around the back way to the kitchen. Holly almost hit the floor when I came in the back way to the kitchen.

"WOW........, you look really great."

"Thank you, Miss," I curtsied. "You can be seated in the livingroom. I'll be serving you ladies tonight." Holly wanted to say something and I could tell she was holding back. Instead, she just turned and went to the livingroom. Cathy was the first to arrive and was totally shocked when I answered the door. I took her coat and directed her to the livingroom.

Chapter 6

Cathy was speechless till she made it to the livingroom and then she started talking wide open. I tried not to listen, but Cathy's voice could be heard in the next county so it was hard not to.

"Now, that's a maid," she told Holly, "and what a uniform," she added. "I hope you don't mind sharing."

"I do mind, Holly spoke bluntly, "but you could ask her."

I went and got the silver tray I had polished earlier that day and placed the snacks on it and got the bottle of champagne placed in the ice bucket ready to go. Holly had started calling me Julie since the operation and I had, in fact, legally changed my name, so that was correct.

"When will you ever tell me which salon your going to these days?" Cathy chimed in, again.

"Why go to a salon?" Holly boasted, "when you have a maid like mine."

"She did all this?" Cathy sounded stunned.

"Well,........yes," Holly spoke in a casual tone. "She's very good at what she does," she added, as I came into the room with the tray and champagne.

"Will that be all?" I curtsied again to Holly.

"I'm expecting three more guests tonight. Once they arrive, you're done for the night," she added.

"I doubt that," Cathy spoke up. "Can I ask if you have references?" she spoke to me.

"I do, but I work full-time for Holly," I spoke quickly.

Holly smiled as I left the room to answer the door. Amanda and Rita came together so there was one left to go. I returned to the living room to fill everybody's champagne glass and ignored Cathy's barrage of questions as the other girls took their seats. I curtsied to Holly as she gave me a dismissive nod. I had almost made it back to the kitchen when the bell rang again. Sally was last to arrive and seemed rather stunned when I answered the door.

I took her coat and gloves and pointed her to the living room telling her the other guests were there. I poured another round of champagne and told Holly there was another bottle already chilled in the ice bucket on the kitchen counter. Cathy started with the questions as Holly dismissed me and I curtsied again and left.

I sat in the kitchen and listened as the girls talked about nothing for hours on end. The conversation eventually came back around to me, Cathy saw to that.

"Does she have a sister or brother?" Cathy asked Holly about me.

"Not to my knowledge," Holly spoke softly.

"I've never seen a maid so well groomed and with such manners," Amanda added.

Rita agreed and told Holly she just simply had to learn how to share. Sally took her turn saying any maid that could keep a house this big clean, single-handed and make Holly look like a million bucks had to be worth whatever price. A sure ploy to get Holly to tell them how much she was paying me.

"Look,........Holly spoke loudly bringing the room to silence. "My maid is just that.....Mine. Now, if Julie wants to work elsewhere, that is up to her, but I suspect you will have a hard time getting her to quit me. Cathy spoke first saying, "most maids weren't paid that well and she felt sure she could pay Julie better than Holly was."

"Make her an offer," Holly spoke with some confidence.

"I might do just that," she chimed in sounding rather snobbish at the time.

As the night wore on, the girls began to get tired and were saying their goodbye's as I went to the door to pass out the coats and gloves. Cathy was the last to leave and I had already started to clean up before she made it to the door.

"How much is Holly paying you?" she asked me straight out.

"You should ask Miss Parker that question," I replied, as I handed her, her coat. She looked at Holly for an answer, but Holly just opened the door and told her goodnight.

"You're the best," Holly looked at me, as Cathy bounced down the stairs and out to her car.

"Maybe so," I struck a pose, "but you made me," I quipped.

"No, I just made you better. She put her arm around me as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Where on earth did you get that darling outfit?" she asked.

"I have had it for years. I'm a bit of a pack rat, if you know what I mean."

"Well, it looks great on you," she added.

"I'll just clean up here and call it a night," I smiled as I looked around the kitchen.

"I'm off this weekend and so are you," she shot back. "Okay. Well, I'm going to bed," she spoke sounding exhausted.

"Good night," I replied. "I'll be quiet as I can."

I decided that since Holly really seemed to like my uniform that I should get some more. That night before I went to sleep I went on the internet and ordered seven more outfits just like the one I had. I ordered three pairs of shoes to match the ones I had on. I figured that was more than enough to last me all week without washing every day.

As my nineteenth birthday passed, I got a good lawyer and filed several more freedom of information act papers and found out even more about who I really was. My father's parents were dead and he was an only child. Their estate would also fall to me at age twenty-one. My mom's folks had been dead for a long time even before I had been born. Mom had a huge life insurance policy that had never been paid out. According to my lawyer, all this stuff was mine once I was old enough to claim it legally. I still didn't have a dollar figure, but mom's insurance policy was over a million dollars all by itself.

I didn't have the heart to tell Holly that in just a few months I would be more wealthy than she was, my twenty-first birthday being just ten months away. I continued to be her maid, butler, and groundskeeper just as I had before. I spent most of my days in the uniform she loved so much and the corset was ever present, along with the five-inch heels that seemed not to bother quite as much these days.

Cathy, Amanda, Rita, and Sally all made me offers to try and steal me away from Holly. I just said no, as none of them even came close to what Holly was paying me. And none of them could have done what Holly did for me and for free even more. My service to Holly was little in the way of repayment for all she had done and I wanted to do even more. In time I would have that chance and I would show my gratitude in my own way.

In the weeks just before I turned twenty-one, my lawyer took me to see the estate that would soon be mine. There was this grand old house on eighty plus acres, two smaller homes for servant's quarters and a barn, should I decide to have a horse or some other livestock.

Having been broke most of my life, I knew it took money to keep a place like this. Lots of money and I had very little. My lawyer was being tight lipped as to just how much I was worth and I finally had to ask him point blank.

"Well,"...........Hank scratched his chin. "I haven't really added it all up. The life insurance on Thomas and June is worth about twenty million alone. Then Thomas's parents left him their estate, along with the insurance, and that's another twenty million give or take a bit with interest. Their house is worth around a half million and this place is worth about two million, plus, with all the land included. So rounded off, you're worth about forty-three maybe forty-four million at the going price. Of course, there are stocks and bonds that haven't been tallied up, as of yet. And there's another house in the Florida Keys that needs to be figured in, as well.

All in all," he smiled, "I would say you're a rather wealthy young woman. Oh, and your father's jet is still in storage at the airport."

I fought hard to hold back the tears as I listened to this man pronounce me a millionaire several times over. You would have to have lived on the poverty level for most of twenty years to really understand why, but it was almost like a dream. My estate, that sounded odd for me to say, was just ten miles from where I lived now with Holly.

I did my best not to shirk my duties to Holly as I planned an all out bash for my twenty-first birthday. I came to find out I even had a limo, so all I needed was the driver. I cleaned mom and dad's old house from top to bottom the same as I would have Holly's. I hired a maid, a real one, imagine that. And a butler and got a driver for the limo. Bought enough food to stock the house and have one hell of a party. Then sent out invitations to all my real friends, including the doctors at the clinic. Grace. of course, and all the guys from the car wash. I wanted everybody to know I was going to be okay, maybe even better than okay.

When Holly got around to asking me what I had planned for my birthday, I wasn't sure what to say.

"We normally celebrate together," she added.

"If you have other plans, that's okay," I smiled.

"Well, I did get this invitation to a party and while I don't really know who it is, I was thinking we both might go.

"I'm not much on costume parties, but I don't get gold gilded invitations very often either."

"Am I invited?" I asked seeming not to know a thing about it.

"Well, according to the invitation, I can bring one guest."

"I'm game," I spoke softly.

"I'll get the costumes. What time is the party?" I asked.

"8:00 p.m.," she answered, "but it says we'll be picked up at 7:30."

"Sounds like somebody is throwing a bash," I smiled.

"You never know," she quipped. It might even be somebody important."

"Could be," I replied. "Might even be somebody that can advance your career."

"Think you can handle the crowd?" She looked at me. "You still seem to keep to yourself quite a bit."

"I'm your maid. I'm not supposed to be seen," I replied.

"You're my housekeeper and my best friend, but you'll never be anybody's maid." She looked me in the eye.

Holly wasn't very free with compliments so I took what she said in just that light. I had already decided what our costumes would be after seeing them on the computer. They were school girl uniforms, but rather sexy if you fixed them up a bit. I had ordered them two weeks ago and they were already here just waiting for the big night.

Around 9:00 on the morning of my birthday, I signed all the papers making me the sole owner of all my parents' and grandparents' worldly goods. By then the lawyers had a dollar figure and if I sold off everything and paid all the taxes, I would still be worth about eighty million, give or take a bit. Of course, I had no intention of doing any such thing. The stocks and bonds were paying enough each month to keep me well off for years to come. All that seemed rather small as the insurance people and others there to witness the event cleared the room.

That day I also signed the last of the papers that legally made me a female. I had passed the real life test and now even my birth certificate said I was a female. I spent most of the rest of the day at my estate putting the final touches on the place for the party. After the party tonight, my life would truly start over, in a sense.

Chapter 7

I gave Holly the works that day and fixed myself up as best I could. Holly thought the school girl uniforms were a bit skimpy, but I assured her she looked great. She pondered a good bit about who it was that was throwing such a party. And I let on like I had no clue.

The limo arrived right on time and the driver almost gave me away. Holly and I, of course, were the first to arrive and my maid and butler made us feel right at home. Charles gave us the tour of the place and Holly was astounded at the size of the place. She asked Charles who the owner was, but I gave him that don't tell look and he didn't. Sandra, my maid, caught up to us and gave us a flute of champagne as Charles finished the tour. The other guests had started to arrive by the time we were done and Sandra had put on the music.

William, the limo driver, gave me the head count and told me all the guests were here. I slipped away from Holly, while she was talking to her doctor friends, and made my way to the staircase. I walked up about five steps and gave Sandra the cue to stop the music. The room slowly got silent and all eyes were on me.

"I would like to thank you all for coming."

I raised my voice above the murmur of the crowd. Holly's eyes went wide for just a second, realizing it was me. "To each and every one of you I owe a great debt. Some of you for just being a friend when I needed one and others for giving me the chance for a wonderful life." To the six guys I worked at the car wash with I gave five-thousand each. And I watched as they all but fell out looking at the checks. To Dr. Kline and Dr. Peters, I gave a check paying them both in full and they thanked me and gave me a hug. I saved Holly for last and asked her to come stand with me.

"Some of you know me only as Holly's maid," I was talking to Rita, Cathy and Sally. Amanda chimed in from across the room.

"I need a maid, as well, and you're a damn good one."

"Thank you," I replied to Amanda.

"While I will continue on as Holly's maid, I owe her a debt I can't ever repay.

"Had it not been for a chance meeting one day, Holly's real compassion for helping people might have never seen the light of day, yet here I stand.

There was a time when most of you would have never seen me. My body was a wreck as much as my state of mind. Holly changed all that. With her help I am heathy now both body and soul. That's not something you can put a price on. So that being the case, I have done the best I knew how. Here is the mortgage to your home, paid for in full. The title to the Jag, paid in full. And all your college debt is paid off, as well. You have a clean slate to make whatever life you want," I looked at her, as the tears welled up in her eyes. "I do hope you all enjoy the party and stay as long as you will."

The music came up and they all began to talk again and generally enjoy the party. The guys from the car wash were the first to try and give the money back. They had me cornered so I told them straight up. "Keep the money guys. I own this, all of this," I added. "And I'm worth a heck of a lot more so I'll be fine. Please keep it and enjoy it." They seemed not to believe me till William asked me if he was done for the night. I told him, yes, and he tipped his head and left.

Dr. Kline and Dr. Peters came up to me next and told me how thankful they were, but they had offered their services for free and I owed them no debt. "Yes. I was ever so thankful at the time being broke as I was. When I turned twenty-one, I found out I wasn't so broke as I thought. This house, the land, and much more are all mine," I added. "While I am thankful for what you did to help when I was broke, take the money as a thank you, and donate your services to someone else for me. I'm sure there are others out there like me that really need the help of people like you, but for now I'm fine. Consider it a gift to me when you donate your services next time."

Holly kept her distance for the rest of the night and I was about to think I had done something wrong. The party began to break up and the guests all said they had a great time. Soon it was just me and Holly. Sandra, the maid, had cleaned up as she went so by the time everybody was gone I gave her the rest of the night off. I took a seat on the bottom of the stairs and watched as Holly looked out the window as the last car left. She was still crying as she came to the steps and sat down.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, as I wiped away her tears.

"No...... honey, you did it just right. I'm the one who did something wrong," she sputtered.

"Like what?" I tried to sound stunned.

"Simply put," she tried to smile, "you don't just look like a girl, you are a girl."

"Of course I am. You made me this way."

"You don't understand," she started again. "You really are a girl. You have ovaries, tubes, a uterus, I made you a real girl. You could have a period and maybe even become pregnant."

"So.....," I tried to sound as casual as I could. "Most girls or women do have a period and, who knows, I might want somebody to give all this to one day."

"You're not mad at me?" she smiled.

"Not at all," I replied in one breath.

"Guess I'll need a new maid now," she changed the subject.

"Not really. I have already taken care of that. Sandra, William and Charles are all at your disposal." Her eyes lit up, as I explained. "Sandra will be your maid, as well as mine. William will drive you anywhere you want to go, even to work, if you want. And he's an excellent groundskeeper. And Charles will be your butler, that is, if you still want one."

"And what about you?" she asked. "What will you do now?" she asked.

"Ask me that in a different way," I smiled.

"What?" her eyes went wide.

"How about what will we do?" I rephrased the question for her.

"We," she sputtered.

"I have a plane at the airport ready to take us to the Key Islands in Florida. I took the liberty of packing for you, and you're not expected at the clinic or the hospital till the first of next month."

"That's over three weeks off," she exclaimed.

"Yes, three weeks to soak up some sun and not worry about anything," I added.

"Sandra and Charles are coming with us and I assure you, we'll have a great time."

Holly was stunned when I took her up the stairs to the master bedroom and put her to bed for the night. The next morning Sandra and Charles served us breakfast in bed and Holly just couldn't find the words she wanted to say. Around noon the next day the pilot called me from the airport and said the plane had been checked out and the flight plans approved. William arrived right on time and took us to the airport. Our luggage was checked and cleared then loaded onto the plane. Holly realized right off this was a private jet and with her usual questioned tone asked if this was mine, as well. "Well, it belonged to my father and, since I am the sole heir to my parents' worldly goods, yes, it is mine," I replied.

I had never seen Holly so relaxed as she was once the plane took off. It was as if the reality of it all set in and the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. After Charles served us a drink, Holly looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"You realize, in a way far bigger than I have done for you, you have saved my life."

"I did no such," I replied. "I just fixed it so you don't have to work 24/7 just to pay your bills. If there is something more I can do, tell me and I will gladly do it."

"My parents," she smiled. They gave up so much to help me get where I am. And then out the blue you come along.

"I already thought about them," I replied. "Whatever you want I will do it," I replied.

"I couldn't ask you to," she replied.

"Well, whenever you feel comfortable asking me, I am ready to do whatever you ask."

Holly hadn't seen her parents in over ten years and she had no clue that I had sent them the tickets to fly to Florida and be with us.

When we landed, Bob and Darlene Parker stood in the hanger ready to see their daughter. It was a happy reunion that I was content to stand back and watch unfold. It was probably the happiest I had ever seen Holly in all the time I had known her. Her parents were still young, but the years of work and worry showed on all their faces. I had made arrangements for Bob and Darlene to have one of the smaller houses on the estate so they would be only a few minutes from seeing their daughter anytime they wanted. Their home was paid off by me, as well, and I had moved some of my own assets over into their name so they never had to work again unless they just wanted to. I waited till we were ready to go home before I told Holly what I had done.

"You can't just give away everything. Stop this," she scolded me.

"Is there anyone on this planet I owe more to than you?" I replied. "I owe you my life how many times over, Holly? Where would I be now had it not been for your compassion and the care you and the other doctors at the clinic gave me. You can have it all, if you want. I'll go back to being your maid, if that is what you want. I just want to see you happy and to have a life that is unhurried. To be able to enjoy time with your parents, and most of all, for you to find time for love, to give what you gave to me to someone who can give it back in full measure.

Tears of joy streamed down her face, when we all got on the plane to go home. Her parents finished my list of things I could do for Holly. The life she made for herself now was entirely up to her. But she would never have to worry about her parents and she had a clean slate, as far as her bills was concerned. She could work as much or as little as she wanted. She could see her parents anytime she chose to. And she knew I would always be there if there was anything I could do.

The news was out now, as it were. And when we got back and settled in, Holly wanted to have a party at her house. I told her I would set it up and she could invite all the snobs she wanted. She laughed when I told her that.

"I will miss you so much," she said, as I got in the car and William drove me home.

That next Friday was the day of the party and I had William take her parents over a little early, along with Sandra, just to make sure the place was clean and ready. I had Sandra dress in the upstairs maid costume the same as I had worn. I told them that I would be along shortly.

As soon as they were gone I got dressed in my maid's outfit and drove myself over to Holly's place. I still had the garage door opener and I had William park all the other cars so that Holly couldn't get in once I had parked my car. Most all the invited guests were there when Holly got home and she almost fainted when I opened the door for her still dressed as her maid. I greeted her as Ms. Parker and welcomed her home, then curtsied before I left to get her a drink.

"What are you doing?" she all but shouted, as she followed me just a step behind.

"My job," I replied. "You never fired me, and I never quit. So I'm still your maid," I replied.

Chapter 8

Holly stopped me dead in my tracks and hugged me as if I was family. Like she would a sister or even a brother and that was something the snobs would have never done. And everyone saw it when it happened. The party was a big hit, and everyone had a great time. Amanda was the last to leave and that was about normal for her. She paused at the door and asked Holly just how it was that she got a millionaire to be her maid.

"Your question is somewhat backward, Ma'am," I injected. "The real question is how Holly made a maid into a millionaire." Holly didn't reply and Amanda didn't stay to get an answer.

Holly understood now that had it not been for her, I might have never found out my real heritage. The papers I had signed for her to do the operation, that had made me into a female. They opened doors that before then had been closed and gave me access to information that I no idea about. I had thought all along she knew, but I saw the reality of it set in as she closed the door. Most of all, she knew I loved her with all my heart and always would. And there was no price you could put on that, not even being her maid.