Take a Letter, Jenny Part One
By David Brennan
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Elaine followed him up the stairs and John thought it was ironic that the girl he had bedded only a few months ago was now looking at him as a dumb servant girl. He wanted to shout at her, to tell her who he was, but instead he only blushed and helped her look for her shoes.
When he had shown Elaine out, John carried on dusting and cleaning. He was aware that it was getting late and realised that Lisa must have gone to Jan's leaving party. He didn't dare stop working in case she punished him again, so he continued to vacuum and clean until she returned late in the evening.
She seemed a little tipsy. Almost without thinking, John curtsied and helped her take off her coat. She seemed pleased by this little impromptu display of acceptance of his new role, and asked for a demonstration of his new-found femininity.
John minced before her, careful to walk gracefully and with a feminine sway. He felt humiliated, but at the same time he was anxious to please her, and not solely because of the threat of punishment. He curtsied again, and then sat opposite her, with his hands folded demurely on his lap. She looked around to assess the results of his housework and then addressed him.
"Well, Jenny..." She paused to let the name sink in. "I'm very pleased with your progress. You make a very pretty little maid, and your work around the house has been excellent. I'm going to prove my confidence in you... I'm going to let you serve at a dinner party I'm hosting tomorrow evening."
John felt as if he'd been kicked in the stomach. Serve at a dinner party? In front of lots of people? He would not do it, not in a million years!
She must have read his thoughts, because she proceeded to remind him that the photographs were waiting at work, and she had disposed of all his male clothes so that there was no way he could leave the house. The hopelessness of his situation began to dawn on him, and the next thing John knew he was sobbing uncontrollably.
Lisa put her arm around his heaving shoulders. "There, there, don't cry Jenny darling. You'll be magnificent. And by Sunday, it'll all be over and life can get back to normal."
But John continued to sob - he knew life would never be normal again.
End of Part One
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