HollyMaid - Chapter 5

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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. Sometime 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 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 from top to bottom. I reminded Holly that night about the girls coming over and offered to give her a complete 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 upstairs 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 effect. 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 hairband 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 living room. 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 living room. Cathy was the first to arrive and was totally shocked when I answered the door. I took her coat and directed her to the living room.