A Maid’s Duties Go Much Deeper

Zack had been desperate. Bills piling up, rent overdue—he needed cash, fast. So when he saw an online job listing offering an insane amount of money for simple house cleaning, he didn’t hesitate. No references required, no experience necessary, just show up and start working. It sounded too good to be true, but he wasn’t about to question his luck.

The mansion was massive, far beyond anything he could have imagined. He barely had time to take in the luxurious decor before the owner—a tall, well-dressed man with an amused smirk—greeted him.

"So… you read the job description?" the man asked, eyes twinkling with something Zack couldn’t quite place.

Zack froze for half a second. The truth was, he hadn’t. The moment he saw the salary, he rushed over before someone else could snatch the opportunity. But he couldn’t admit that now, right? What if they thought he was unprofessional?

"Uh, yeah! Of course!" he lied, forcing a confident nod.

The owner chuckled, clearly entertained. "Good. Then let’s get you ready."

Before Zack could ask what that meant, two women appeared at his sides, gently but firmly guiding him down a hallway. The door closed behind him with an ominous click.

That’s when it began.

Warm wax spread over his arms, his legs—everywhere. Zack yelped as strip after strip was ripped away, leaving his skin smooth and hairless. His discomfort grew with each passing second, but when they started plucking at his brows, he finally snapped.

"H-hey! What is this?!" he demanded, trying to sit up.

One of the women giggled, casually pressing a hand to his shoulder to keep him still. "Wow, did you not read the job description?"

His cheeks burned as he whispered, "No…"

She smirked. "The listing was for a sexy maid, sweetheart. And trust me—by the time we're finished, you'll be just what we’re looking for."

His protests died in his throat as they continued working. Foundation smoothed over his face, blush dusted onto his cheeks. Pink lipstick made his lips look soft and pouty, while a delicate wig of cascading blonde waves was placed on his head, styled to perfection.

Next came the breast forms, heavy and full as they were glued carefully to his chest, their weight immediately foreign and inescapable. Before he could even process the sensation, the corset followed, cinching his waist tight and forcing his posture into something unnaturally feminine.

Lacy black panties were pulled up his freshly smooth legs, the delicate fabric making him shudder. Only then did they slip the skimpy maid uniform over his body, the short skirt barely covering anything before strapping him into a pair of tall black heels, his balance shifting entirely as he wobbled unsteadily.

By the time they finished, he barely recognized himself in the mirror.

His legs looked long and smooth, his tiny waist exaggerated by the corset. His lips—glossy and pouty—parted slightly as he panted from the tightness of his outfit. He was… pretty. Not just pretty—sexy. In a way that made his stomach twist.

"Come along, sweetheart. Time to start your first shift."

Zack could barely walk as they led him to one of the massive bedrooms, placing fresh linens in his hands. His heart pounded as he made the bed under their watchful eyes, the tiny skirt swishing with every movement, his heels forcing him to balance just right to keep from stumbling.

"Just focus on the money…" he whispered under his breath, biting his lip as he smoothed out the sheets. "It’s just a job… I need the money…"

Behind him, the other staff giggled, watching his soft, feminine hands struggle to tuck the last corner.

"Oh, he still thinks this is just about cleaning?" one of them whispered, amusement clear in her voice.

"Wait until he finds out about the rest of the job..."

Their eyes flickered toward the closed double doors of the owner’s bedroom.

Zack had no idea what was coming next.