Wayne, now begrudgingly answering to
Whitney was led by her Stepmother
Grace, to the hallway mirror, practically
trembling out of her high heels and
nervous to see the feminine creation that
had been made of Wayne's greasy
unkempt curls. Grace couldn't help but
2notice the split second when Wayne didn't
recognize Whitney in the mirror, fell head
over heels for this mysterious young lady,
then the disbelief as that fragile front of
masculinity crumbling and falling into a
sea of submission. A boy broken and a
girl ready to emerge.
Whitney hadn't been able to look in the
mirror through the waxing, the tweezing,
and the beautifying, though she would be
on the fast-track to learning to do it all
herself soon. She'd been in the heels all
day, along with the waste cincher, the
false breasts, and the lingerie, stockings,
dress, and pearl necklace while preparing
dinner. Grace sat Whitney down to do her
hair after she put the roast in the oven.
Grace gave the girl a moment to take it all
in before reminding her it was time to set
4 places at the table. Whitney's head
swung around, her pearls clacking
together, her big bouncy hair framing her
cute, pouting face. Her first instinct was
to ask if her Dad came back, Grace shook
her head and informed her that he was
still long gone, and that Whitney would be
treating the housekeeper, Catalina, and
her son, Carlos, to dinner as an apology
for Wayne's behavior.
Wayne had inherited his Father's habit of
looking down on women, minorities,
people of lower social status, but he
lacked his Father's charisma and charm
Spending his days since graduating high
school, minimizing multiple blank college
applications on his computer to jump
onto forums and spout incel nonsense
and take out his frustrations on the
women in his life. Especially since his
Father packed up and left.
His Father shared all of Wayne's views on
women staying in the kitchen, being seen
not heard, and deferring to her man. But
he kept this all quiet until Grace brought
of Wayne's attitude, so when faced with
an ultimatum, knowing Wayne was an
adult now he dropped everything and
found another wealthy single woman to
shack up with good riddance Grace
thought. But even as Whitney, she held
out hope that he would save her. Poor girl.
Under threat of being kicked out and cut
off, this scrawny, anxious "man's man"
folded faster than Superman on laundry
day. Doing chores around the house,
showing manners, avoiding the websites
where he spewed his ignorance, Grace
appreciated Wayne's efforts and set him.
up with Sadie, the daughter of one of her
friends, this unfortunately fell on the
same day that Catalina brought Carlos to
do some landscaping work, the young
woman was much more taken by the kind,
hard-working young man over the
stubborn one that kept asking her to join
him upstairs with all the subtlety of an
After School Special.
When Wayne felt jealous, he exploded and
called Carlos every unkind name in the
book, called Sadie a tease in so many
words, told Catalina to mind her business
and keep to her chores, and told Grace
that she was too lazy to even do a
woman's work and hired Catalina to do
them. Grace took Wayne over her knee
and spanked him in front of everyone and
told him things were gonna change.
Wayne sobbed in his room as Carlos and
Sadie got to know each other and Grace
detailed her plans for Whitney to Catalina
and she was overjoyed. The
brainstorming session involved Whitney
wearing a french maid costume and
accompanying Catalina to the other
homes where she works and learning how
a woman keeps house, but one thing at a
time.
"Oh" Whitney squeaked in the girly voice.
And put in an inhuman effort to force her
pout into a smile "wonderful!" as she set
the table for their guests. Grace followed
and corrected her as she tried to set the
table.
"Make sure you make a good impression
on Carlos tonight, otherwise the rest of
the evening will be quite awkward if you
give your gentleman guest a poor
evening."
"Yes, Mother." Whitney whimpered, not
wanting anymore information.
"By the way you'll have to make sure to
send Sadie a thank you for lending out her
boyfriend tonight so you can see how a
gentleman is supposed to treat a lady"
Whitney tried to speak but her voice was
uneasy. "Oh, don't worry dear, it's just a
first date, a lady doesn't have to do
anything on a first date, despite what your
bad influence online friends tell you." She
informed her that after dinner Carlos
would take her to the carnival and she
was to be a demure lady the whole time.
Whitney nodded.
"Ok, Mother."
"And he's excited to finally be able to have
his own vehicle. I gifted him your old
rustbucket, he complimented your taste in
stereo." Whitney threw her hands into the
air. "Calm down, Whitney, I remember all
of Wayne's comments about women
drivers, since you're a girl now, we
wouldn't want you to get into an accident.
Carlos actually thanked me more in the
first 10 minutes after I handed him the
keys than Wayne ever did in all the years I
knew him. But don't worry he and Sadie
have both offered to give you rides to
salon appointments or to go shopping, or
all of the gender affirmation
appointments you'll have coming up as
long as you ask nicely and behave
yourself. And you'll have a chance to ear
a bit of your own money since Catalina
said she'd be happy to take you on as her
assistant so you can learn more about a
woman's place in the world. I think you'll
make THE most adorable maid."
This was it. Whitney's breaking point,
there was no way she could push her into
going on a date with that meathead jerk
Carlos, be a gal pal to that teasing bitch
Sadie, take orders from Catalina, and no
way she would be Grace's Daughter. She
stomped forward, prepared to go on
another rant, then remembered the
spanking, her lip began to tremble, the
tears welled up in her eyes "I... Thank you,
Mother"
"Good girl. Now go to the powder room,
calm yourself, and touch up your make-up
before our guests arrive. That's what we
ladies call freshening up" Grace teased
with a wink.
