I wasn’t anywhere close to having the house where I wanted it when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway. Vince and my family had been gone for over three hours. They must have gone for a walk or maybe shopping after lunch.
It was such a strange sight seeing the four of them walking from the car to the house. It felt surreal. I opened the door for them, waiting patiently and closing it behind them.
Vince looked around the room. Partially empty boxes showed signs of progress, but I clearly had a lot of work ahead of me still.
“Not a bad start, maid.”
Vince was clearly in good spirits, having just enjoyed relaxing with my wife and kids as I worked to put his belongings where mine used to be. I sighed softly in relief.
He was about to go take a tour of the house when he paused, turning back to me as I was about to start working again.
“Not a fan of what you’re wearing though. You have clothing more fitting for your role, right? I thought we talked about this.”
“Umm… yes, Sir, but if you recall we discussed it might be safest to wait a little while so that there isn’t quite so much change for the girls all at one time…”
He looked at the girls. Six-year-old Maddie was drawing a picture for him. Four-year-old Mary was laughing and tugging on his arm.
“They seem to be taking it all pretty well.”
I mumbled incomprehensibly, realizing I was probably the only one who wasn’t ready.
“Umm... yes… well, I will see if…”
“Maid, you will change into your new clothing now.”
I scurried down the stairs to escape, deciding there was no point in protesting further.
I locked the door behind me, but there was no escaping my situation. I pulled open the top drawer and got started.
The white lace panties felt delicate as I pulled them up. The solid black stockings came up to my thighs, gripping my shaved legs tightly. I went to the small closet and chose one of my three dresses; dark blue, long sleeved, with a conservatively cut front. The bottom of the dress fell just below my knees. It took a minute to get the apron tied and adjusted comfortably. A pair of black flats completed the outfit.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Completely ridiculous. But maybe also kind of sweet and harmless. An over the top slutty French maid outfit wouldn’t be appropriate around children, but this attire made it unmistakable that the wearer was responsible for domestic chores while still maintaining modesty.
I waited with dread for a long time at the door leading back to the upstairs before building the courage to walk where everyone would see me.
I finally swung it open, stepping very softly into the hall between kitchen and bedroom. It felt very strange having nothing but air between my bare thighs under the dress. Despite being fully covered, I felt very exposed.
Giggles all around. Well, maybe not from Vince.
“Why are you wearing a dress, daddy?”
Oh god.
“Well, sweetie… err… I mean, Miss Mary… I am, umm…”
Kate saved me.
“He is our maid now, girls. See? There is a lot of important work around our house that has to be done every day, and that’s what maids are for!” Her voice had confident, cheery enthusiasm. “And a dress like the one he is wearing is perfect for maids.” She twirled her hand a couple times. “Spin around for the girls so they can see how it works.”
I reluctantly rotated twice. Vince was holding back laughter as she continued, “The apron will get dirty from all the cleaning and cooking, but it’s white so it can be bleached and gotten all clean again!”
The kids stared, giggling, trying to figure it all out. Kate didn’t save me from this moment. It was all mine to drown in. I felt so silly as I turned to Vince.
“Sir, if you approve I’ll go back to unpacking your things for you.”
He stepped a little closer, looking at the outfit.
“Kind of boring, but I get it. You may go back to your work.”
The pang of humiliation from being given such direct orders in front of the kids was going to take a long time to get used to.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon running around the house, trying to keep up with the mountains of work left to finish. Kate was helpful in her own way, occasionally checking in to help me decide where I should put Vince’s things. She had spent a lot of time on her makeup and hair. She looked so tantalizing in the short dress she had chosen for Vince’s moving in day. Her tight thighs begged to be groped, and the way her ass made the dress bounce was enough to drive me completely crazy when she walked into the room.