[TG] What Dreams Are Maid Of - Part 1

Jon had been waiting for this moment for months; weeks of careful planning all finally culminating as he stood before the mirror, ornate locket dangling on a golden chain between his fingers. He’d discreetly left pamphlets and papers for various weekend getaway spas across the house until his wife had the idea to host a girl’s weekend at one, ensuring she was out of the house for an extended period. And then, in his infinite kindness he had given his live-in maid Agatha the weekend off as well to go and visit her family back in Poland. His sprawling estate was empty save for him.

Now that he was retired, Jon had found himself increasingly bored as his twilight years stretched on. Coming from old money he had no reason to work and with a litany of gardeners, cooks, and other household servants available for fire his spacious grounds did not need him to tend to them. His wife had suggested he take up bird watching and, in a way, he had, just a very different kind of bird. Agatha was their only permanent help, living on site in her own small room at the back of the grand house. Initially Jon had thought little of her; before Agatha they’d had an aging Hispanic woman whose name he could never be bothered to properly learn clean for them. When she had retired and left, the agency had sent them Agatha, a young, blonde, Polish woman with impeccable references. He’d taken a liking to her right away, though he’d had to keep his affections discrete and to himself of course, lest the girl complain or his wife take notice.

She was everything he could want in a maid; beautiful, with silky skin and white blonde hair framing her blue eyes. He spoiled her, often buying her elaborate new outfits of the finest make to wear while she worked. He’d always been old fashioned; maids these days seemed to wear anything but he liked the classics, a black dress, short of course with a white apron and little white headband. He’d even ordered expensive embroidered lace and when she’d opened the package she had blushed in delight. She’d insisted he return, so polite, it but Jon wasn’t taking no for an answer and he’d taken great pleasure watching her walk around his home dressed so very finely as she cleaned.

Her body was something to behold and he found himself wanting to see it more and more. So much so that he’d taken to sneaking into her rooms while she was out and sending off the uniforms, one at a time so she wouldn’t notice, and having them altered. Lowering the neckline, raising the hem; Agatha had such a beautiful pair of breasts it seemed a shame to hide them away beneath all those ruffles. If only he could somehow make a push up bra part of her uniform, it would be perfect. Soon though, just watching her body wasn’t enough, this wasn’t simple lust so, Jon had a searing jealousy burning within him. He didn’t just want to watch Agatha, he wanted to be her. Those beautiful legs, that soft blonde hair, what it must feel like to have them! And of course, Jon never took no for an answer.

He’d taken to the internet, a new fangled thing he’d never much liked, and found a solution. Witchcraft and magic were the things of fairy tales but that didn’t mean they were not real. And so, he had acquired the locket and, on one of his many secret visits to Agatha’s room, picked a pretty lock of blonde hair from her pillow and placed it inside. Leading him to this moment, standing naked before the mirror full of anticipation as he closed the locket, twisting the casing closed and placing it around his neck with baited breath.

At first, nothing happened, but Jon was nothing if not patient. He stood, ready and waited, eyes locked to his reflection. It started as a warmth, a gentle heat that spread from the skin where the locket was resting against his chest and his face split into a grin as slowly, the hair there began to recede. Disappearing back into his skin and melting away entirely until his flabby, hair coated chest was smooth and clear. He could feel it happening all across his body; legs, arms, back, all the course hair there was disappearing as the skin beneath it began to shift and the wrinkles of age smoothed out. His overweight beer gut began to recede, the extra flab on his torso and limbs melting away and he ran a hand across his stomach in wonder; it had been years since the skin there was smooth, even longer since it had been slim. He could see it on his hand too, liver spots and other imperfections smoothing over into creamy skin as his fingers lengthened and his nails turned from thick, yellow things to pale half-moons. How often had he watched these very hands as they dusted or polished, at first imagining what they would feel like on his skin, then what it would feel like to possess them; and now, he did!

He looked back to the mirror, slightly off put by the androgenous figure standing there but then he watched as the muddy brown eyes began to fade to pale blue and his heart was put at ease. This was just the change, once he was complete there would be nothing left to worry about. Now that his body had been slimmed and smoothed it began to grow again, but only in a few key areas that made his stomach flip with excitement. His ass was first and he eagerly twisted around to get a full view in the mirror. His saggy, square cheeks were now smooth and beautiful, a dusting of pink at the centre as they began to swell. His hips widened to accommodate and his thighs thickened as his butt too on a peach shape, round and bouncy. He couldn’t resist laying a palm across one cheek, raising it slightly and then letting it drop, watching the jiggle as it fell. He’d never seen Agatha’s ass in its full glory, it was even more beautiful that he could have imagined. He never could have dreamed that such a sizeable rump was hidden beneath all those ruffles.

A sudden jolt in his lower stomach had him bending over double, one arm bracing himself against the floor, other wrapped around his stomach as his ass pointed to the sky. The jolt went as quickly as it came, leaving nothing but a warm tingle behind. Jon looked over his shoulder, still bent double, admiring that beautiful ass one more time as it was presented fully for him before standing once more. That pleasant warmth was spreading, coiling around his crotch and he knew it was time for the main event. Eagerly he turned, taking a step closer to the mirror and watching with eagle eyes as his cock began to shrink. Such a thing should have been horrifying, instead it filled him with so much desire he felt sure he could cum from watching alone. His length disappeared into the curly hair between his legs and for the moment there was nothing but that mound. Then, a pink line formed as his pussy lips opened for the first time. He sat on the floor, taking a brief moment to enjoy the natural cushioning his ass provided before spreading his legs. His feet pressed against either side of the mirror; he wanted the most detailed view possible as his clit and hole formed. Almost immediately a gush of slick juices flowed from it and Jon moaned. Her pussy was so beautiful, like a pretty pink flower; the urge to touch it was so strong but he had to wait. He wanted the change to be complete, he wanted the first time he touched himself as Agatha to be perfect.

He could see his feet changing where they pressed against the flame, all sighs of age disappearing as his toenails smoothed and his foot shrunk. Now they matched his smooth long legs and pussy. He brushed a finger up the limbs, shivering in delight at the soft texture of his new skin.

A tickle, at the side of his face, then the nape of his neck. His mouth formed an O watching as his grey hair turned bleach blonde and rapidly began growing. It spilled down to his shoulders, then across his chest and down his back. Agatha had always worn her hair in such elaborate braids, he’d never realise just how long it was. Like a beautiful golden river, gentle locks tickling against his new, sensitive skin as they grew. The sensation sent a tingling pleasure washing over his skin, pooling in his lower stomach above his new pussy until the hair finally finished growing. It came to rest just above the small of his back, a natural wave framing his face perfectly as it too began its transformation. Square jaw turning round, his face turning heart shaped and for a few minutes, it looked especially peculiar, his masculine features on such a feminine shaped head. He couldn’t resist moving closer in order to observe even the smallest changes as they took place, his face was barely two inches from the glass as his lips began to plump, turning a beautiful shade of blush pink to match his cheeks as they turned sharp. Those blue eyes became double lidded as his eyelashes grew dark and heavy to frame them. He pursed his lips, batting his eyelashes and gasped in pleasure. How alluring this face was, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before biting down on it; so very beautiful and sexy.

He was bent over, face close to the glass, so enamoured with his new features he didn’t even notice the growing heaviness in his chest until that gasp made it apparent. He straightened, a quiet moan escaping him as he watched his chest swell. The pièce de resistance, Agatha’s lovely chest was finally developing. Her most important curves were the finishing touches, his shoulders slopped as they grew and he found himself biting down hard on that lip again watching his nipples grow. Dark pink, almost red, so stark against his pale skin, they stood to attention as they were exposed to the air. Those breasts turned to pretty teardrops as they continued to grow, becoming round and heavy. He pressed them together, revelling in the pleasurable sensation of his own touch. When his body finally still, a perfect, naked copy of his maid stood before the mirror. As sexy as he’d always imagined, if not more so. He twisted and turned, posing somewhat in the mirror and watching as his new curves bounced with the movement; the locket now resting just above his bountiful cleavage. The hair between his legs was glistening with moisture, his change was complete but he wasn’t ready to pleasure himself just yet. He had waited so long, he needed to savour it.

“Time to get ready!” He breathed, startling slightly at his changed voice, thick polish accent sending a bolt of pleasure through him.

He couldn’t resist, turning back to the mirror temporarily he put on his most sultry face, whispering in a husky, sexy tone thickly ladened with that accent.

“Jon.”

Fuck his name had never sounded so sensual, it made more wetness dribble from his hole and down onto his thigh.

Full of eagerness he ran, naked through the house, looking at the various reflective surfaces showing off his body in new and interesting ways. He felt so naughty, he almost wished he’d kept the security camera on so he could watch this form on video later but he couldn’t have risked it. His private video camera on the other hand…

He stopped by the study to pick it up before heading over to Agatha’s room, unlocking it with the spare key he’d used for all his visits. Her scent normally washed over him like a wave but this time he felt nothing. At first, he was disappointed until he realised the reason; that scent was all over him now, wafting off his very skin. He made a mental note to go back upstairs when he was done and roll around in his sheets so that they’d still smell of her when he turned back.

He rifled through her drawers, admiring her off time clothes, disappointed he couldn’t find anything naughty or overtly sexy. He’d seen how Agatha looked at him from the corner of her eyes, Jon knew she was hiding a naughty sexual side under all that professionalism. She must have some proof of it hidden somewhere. No matter, he had all weekend to find her sexy outfits, so long as he was careful to put everything back just the way it was before she left, there was no risk. He took his time, sorting through each piece of underwear available to him, saddened to see so many plain white pairs. Agatha was such a beautiful woman, she deserved to be adorned in only the finest lingerie. He wished he could gift it to her, the money would be nothing to him, but there were lines he knew he could never cross.

“Ah, there!” He breathed, finding a gently folded G-sting hidden right at the back of the drawer.

Red, stark wine red, a perfect secret highlight to her usual black and white clothing. The fabric was simple, but did contain a single embroidered flower at the back of the waistband. He could already imagine it, sitting just atop the cleft of this peach shaped ass. He slipped it on, making sure the edges rested high on his hip bones and shivering it clung to the wetness still steadily seeping from his new pussy.

This pair of underwear was so much finer than the rest, she must save them for special occasions. Had she worn these for a man perhaps? Or just for herself as she fingered herself at night. Not knowing gave him such a thrill.

He took out a pair of stockings next, rubbing the soft material between thumb and forefinger. He did as he’d seen in so many films and bunched them up at his foot before slowly raising it up his leg. The fabric felt just as luxurious and lovely as he’d imagined gliding along his perfectly smooth legs. He posed before the mirror, up on his toes, delighting in the sheer black sheen they gave his legs. His round ass stuck out, little red flower just above the stocking’s waistline. Jon beamed, enjoying not only the view but the fact that his toes no longer ached at such a movement. He was not only the object of his desires, but he had his youth back! It had been so long since he was a bachelor, he’d forgotten what it felt like to be young and sexy.

Next the Crinoline, white and ruffled; it was part of the uniform he’d gifted her. Now though, knowing just how much ass was hidden under that skirt he chuckled, she barely even needed it. Still, it felt so lovely sliding it up his legs, the lace scraping at his inner thigh. He looked amazing already, still topless with the locket bouncing against his breasts, dressed only in these undergarments. Oh, how he wished Agatha could work dressed like this some days.

“You’re so kind to me, Jon.” He demurred at the mirror, enjoying her exotic accent, “Is there anyway I can repay you?”

In his minds eyes she was climbing into his lap, undoing his fly…

He snapped back to himself, hand unconsciously travelling toward his pussy already. No, he wanted the first time he saw Agatha’s face as she came to be flawless, and that meant being fully dressed.

He went in search of a matching bra, discarding the plain, practical ones out of hand. If she possessed such a lovely piece of underwear, surely there would be a matching bra hidden away somewhere. There! He lifted the piece with reverence, holding it up to the light; wine red, with no underwire, this bra was made to show off the wearer’s assets, not support. Its front was made entirely of sheer, red gauzy lace. He knew she was naughty deep down! He pulled the fabric over his head; glad it was all in one stretchy piece so he didn’t need to fiddle with any hooks at the back. Then gently, he lifted each of his heavy tits into the cups, letting them jiggle slightly as he let them go, snapping the bra in place. He tuned from side to side, enjoying the bounce his unsupported breasts gave; he wondered if she’d ever worn these while working. Had he, without even knowing it, seen her breasts moving like this from the outside? He looked so sexy Jon was almost tempted to throw perfection to the wind and touch himself right then and there, only his sheer force of will stopped that from happening.

Only a few more details to go, the first was easy. His lovely black dress, skirt flared by the crinoline fit snuggly over the bra. At first the sheer red stuck out over the low cut neckline but with a bit of fiddling he managed to hide it; the knowledge that one wrong move could expose his naughty undergarments adding even more thrill to the experience. Finally, the frilly white apron and headband. He had no idea how to style Agatha’s hair into it’s usual updo, so he left it wild and loose, slipping the headband into place with a satisfied smile.

Excitement and lust fuelling him he practically leapt across the room, eagerly hitting record on his video camera and taking a step back. Before he got himself off like this, he wanted something to save for the future, a few videos for his eyes only or perhaps Agatha’s if she ever stepped out of line. He lifted the hem of his skirt ever so slightly, looking at the camera with heavy lidded eyes.

“Jon, I need your help…my apron is too tight, won’t you help me undress?”

He began to lift the skirt, mind heavy with lust as his hand brushed the inside of his thigh, just inches from his throbbing pussy-

The harsh sound of metal clunking together. Jon froze, hand already inside his stockings; that was the sound of a key in the door.