"So, you've read the contract last night. Do you have any questions?"
"Well, on page three, number seven (a): Certain mutually agreed upon procedures. Um, what does that mean?"
"Oh, just things like ear piercing. But I see you already have an earring."
I involuntarily stroke my ginger hair away from my right ear to reveal the three little gold rings. "Oh, of course."
"Any other questions? Do you need time to show it to your lawyer?"
"Uh, no, it looks good."
"Then you're ready to sign a two year contract?" She pulled three copies of the documents I had from her thin alligator skin brief case. "Good. So sign......Here, here.....And, here."
She signed below her name.
"It's," She consulted her watch, " November seventeen." she wrote down the date.
"Good. Finished your coffee? I've some packing boxes in my car, I'll drive you back to your flat. Be packed and ready to go by eight tomorrow morning."
She and the movers were there on the dot. "This is Sharon. Give her the keys and she'll look after everything.
"Come with me."
When I did up my seat belt she handed me a full head cosplay mask. "Put this on." The eyes were blanked over.
Eventually we arrived. "You can take your mask off now."
The sprawling ranch house was in the middle of a clearing. Looking back, the drive emerged around a bend in the trees. Complete privacy. I expected nothing less.
We went in through the right of the double wooden doors.
A sissy maid in a pink velvet dress, white stockings and extreme spike heel round toe pink pumps met us. Soon I'd be dressed like her.
"This is Debbie. She's your room mate. Debbie, take this lady and get her dressed then bring her to be named."
"Yes Ms. Franklin."
"Wait! Give me your wallet and phone."
'Our' room had two beds, two upholstered arm-less chairs at a makeup table, a double sliding mirrored door closet, and an en-suit bathroom.
"This will be your side of the closet. Today's a 'pink' day so Mrs. Elvoy sent these for now."
There was a pink velvet, off the shoulder, mini dress, and pink ankle strap heels.
"Use the facilities if you have to, then get changed. There's a clitty cage on the vanity. Your makeup should be a bit slutty, like mine. Hurry now."
Mistress Anya was not at all what I was expecting. I thought she's be older. She looked like a bimbo trophy bride. Straight white bond shoulder length hair, blue eyes, plump lips,
Her pink dress collar scooped way down, barely covering her nipples that were printing through the satin material.She had a thin waist and generous hips. Below the mid thigh snug hem of her dress were long scissor legs and on her feet metal flake pink open toe pumps.
"Well, so you're the new sissy maid. Turn around dear so I can get a look at you." She had a high pretty voice. "Nice. Now lift the hem of your dress for me."
I blushed and obeyed.
"Where did those red panties come from Debbie?"
"Um, er I."
"I wore them from home this morning Mistress."
"Mm. OK then. Well, never mind. You may call me 'Mistress Anya.' "
"Thank you Mistress."
"Mistress Anya."
"Yes sorry. Mistress Anya."
"Mother's meeting must be running late. She'll name you when she returns. In the mean time might as well take her to Mrs. Elvoy for orientation."
"Thank you Mistress Anya." we both said.
********
Mrs. Elvoy was a matronly looking black queen, dressed like the lady on the old syrup bottles. Aunt Jemima, or something like that.
She showed me around the sprawling house. There were rooms we were free to enter. Others we could only enter with permission. I met a few of the other staff.
We ended up in the wing where the servants quarters were.
"This is my room. Come in." She closed the door. "Now, girl, I am the head of the household, and I expect respect from all of you." She pulled up the ankle length hem and apron. "You can kneel and start showing your respect right now."
I pulled her 'old lady' cotton panties down and released her big black cock. I kissed it. Yum, BBC!
"Gh. Gh. Gh. Gh." What a mouthful, "Gh.Gh," Beautiful black cock.
I gagged as she held my ears and came.
"Go use the bathroom. Get the jizz off your chin and rinse you mouth out sweetie."
Just then there was a buzzing noise and she took her phone from her apron pocket.
"Yes Mistress Anya......Yes just finished........ To Princess's suite....... yes right away... Thank you Mistress."
********
"Sissy, this is my mother. You will address her as 'Princess Ava'." Princess Ava was an older version of Anya.
"Well, my dear, you are even prettier than you pictures." I blushed. "Slight change of plans. You won't be a sissy maid. No, I've decided you will be my pet."
She stood up. Something was in her hand. Even on her three inch block heel pointed toe pink pumps she was shorter than Anya. Her knee length pink angora sweater dress had big soft sumptuous folds of collar that fell almost to her navel, revealing lots of cleavage. She smiled warmly.
"Get to your knees dear." It was a six cm wide white leather collar with a red satin lining in her hand. "I'm naming you 'Kitty', now, chin up and lift your hair."
On the front in silver letters it said 'Kitty' just above the ten cm silver ring. I heard and felt the lock click at the back of my neck. She bent down and kissed my cheek. "Be a good Kitty for Princess, my love. Now, stand up."
Mistress Anya handed her a meter long leather leash which she snapped onto the ring of my collar. As we left the room I heard Mistress Anya say, "Don't look so glum Debbie dear, we'll find you another playmate."
**********
One of the garage doors was open and a white windowless minivan was parked just outside. "Go with these ladies, dear."
I was confused, but obeyed. I had no choice really. As I sat in the seat behind the driver one of the ladies jabbed me with a hypodermic.
"I'll see you in a week." Said Princess as the door slid closed.
*******
At first I itched all over. But after a while my ginger pelt grew to a thick five cm or so. My pelt went from the top of my head to my hips. My nose was round and pink and I had sensitive cat whiskers. My new rack, and from my waist, down my long shapely legs, I was smooth and pink as the proverbial baby's bottom. I could move my velvety pointed ears and swish my long bushy tail. My fingers ended at the first knuckle, I have no thumbs and I was de-clawed. The only sounds I can make are 'meows' and 'purrs'.
None of this was "mutually agreed surgery" and genetic mods. But I soon accepted it's my new life. It's not too bad a life.
*******
