Dropping out of college to move to France had been a huge gamble for Aidan, and it wasn’t one that had paid off. He’d lost his ‘dream job’ within a couple of weeks and soon ran out of money to pay rent. Having burnt his bridges back home, he found himself suddenly homeless and fending for himself on the streets of Paris. He was at his most hopeless when a stern-looking lady approached him with an offer. A place to sleep for the night, in exchange for a few simple household chores. He accepted readily, and after his first hot meal and shower in weeks, Aidan was put to work. Menial housework was a bit beneath him, but it was still a step up from before — well, all except for the embarrassing clothes. His mystery benefactor had taken all his to be washed, leaving him instead with some women’s trousers and blouses to wear. He didn’t dare to complain, although it was emasculating — especially considering they fit his malnourished frame better than his own!
After about a week, though, Aidan was starting to ask questions. Why wasn’t he putting on weight now that he was being fed properly? And where the hell were his clothes? When he dared to bring it up he immediately regretted it, finding himself cast out for the night as a reminder of the nightmare that he’d been saved from. By the time he was retrieved the next morning, any spark of rebellion was well and truly snuffed out. Aidan accepted the transition to skirts and dresses all too easily, hoping it was just a temporary punishment for acting out. But then the effects of the hormones became harder to ignore, as blossoming curves caused him to fill out the clothes better with each passing day. His mistress started to refer to him as “Eloise”, and one look at his reflection made it obvious why with his soft skin and long hair he could scarcely recognise himself anymore!
It perhaps wasn’t a surprise, then, when he was given his final ultimatum. He was to submit fully to becoming a hot maid, or else return to the streets of Paris in his half-feminised state. He felt sick at the prospect, but one look at his current attire — a short lace dress and pumps confirmed that he was absolutely at this woman’s mercy. He wouldn’t last a day out there looking like this! That still didn’t stop him from resisting when the time came, but once he set foot inside the clinic it was already too late. He spent days in and out of a drug-induced haze, only vaguely cognisant of the surgeries he was undergoing. In the end, it was Eloise who awoke back at the house, confronted with an alien new body and a permanent position as the housemaid.It took her some time to adapt, but eventually, she came to accept her new life. The outfit seemed ridiculous at first, but it did seem to gain her special favor from her mistress, something which she secretly craved. And, she had to admit, with her reduced frame the high heels had become essential for reaching the top shelves!
