HollyMaid - Chapter 3

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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 correctly." "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 guess I was a bit rude, 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 somehow, 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 perfections 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 noonday 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 backside. She never moved or acted modestly 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 from 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, let's 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 a 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 scarring 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 bites 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 caseworker 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.