I want to be yours (Patreon)

Jeremy found himself standing in front of a sink filled with expensive dishes, each piece worth more than he had ever earned in a year before coming to work for Doran. Despite not making as much as he would have liked, Jeremy found a lot of satisfaction working here. Sadly, the final day of his six-month stint had arrived, and he felt a sense of poignant nostalgia wash over him as the soap bubbles reflected the morning sunlight streaming in.

His reflection shimmered in the glossy marble counter, revealing a figure quite different from the one he saw half a year ago. A lacy apron was tightly secured around his waist, the frills accentuating the newfound curves he'd gained from the hormone injections. His hair, once closely cropped, now flowed down his back in soft, glossy waves. His masculine features had softened, and his skin was softer, glowing under the warm light. All remnants of his former self, the dutiful butler, had faded away. Even his cock was gone after some time, but having a vagina now was actually a lot better than he realized.

Jeremy looked down at his cute little maid outfit and playfully ran a finger down his cleavage. It took months to get used to his hot maid outfit, but he understood why Doran wanted him to be in one. The costume now felt more like a second skin to him, a part of his identity that he had grown to cherish while he submissively let Doran touch him whenever he was at home. The man was a billionaire who lived a lifestyle of opulence, and he had been looking for a live-in maid. The eccentric billionaire had only one peculiar request - the maid should be a man willing to transform into a female maid. Out of all the potential candidates, it was Jeremy who had the most experience, having been a personal butler to another affluent family. He wanted a partner who understood him, and an ex-male happened to be the perfect choice.

When Jeremy had first heard of the requirement, he'd been hesitant despite being a single male. But then, the enormity of his financial debt had overpowered his fears, prompting him to agree to the unconventional condition. The transition was not easy. The hormones wreaked havoc on his body at first, leading to mood swings and physical changes that were startling. But as time passed, he started to feel more comfortable in his new form. 

He loved the looks Doran gave him and how protective he was whenever they were in public. Jeremy belonged to Doran, and the two looked like the perfect couple when they were out and about. Of course, it didn’t take long for Jeremy to give into his feminine desires. Doran helped him understand his new body, and that eventually led to the intimate relationship they now shared. They grew more attached as time went on, yet Doran never offered to extend the contract. “Does this mean I’m going to be transformed back?” Jeremy sadly asked himself. He didn’t want to go through the hassle. His thoughts were interrupted when the grand wooden door of the mansion creaked open, and Doran stepped in, looking as regal as ever. His eyes softened as they landed on Jeremy, and he motioned for him to stop washing the dishes. Jeremy dried his hands and quickly tiptoed up to the rich man to plant a kiss against his lips. “Welcome home.”

"Jeremy, please, come take a seat," Doran said, his voice filled with an unexpected warmth. Jeremy gently placed the dish on the drying rack and followed Doran to the grand living room, his heart pounding with anticipation. They settled into the plush velvet seats, and the silence hung heavy between them. "I know today was supposed to be your last day," Doran started. "I must say, you have surpassed my expectations. You have not only adapted … but thrived in this role. So, I would like to ask... would you consider staying? I know you only agreed to staying here for half a year but … I kind of want to keep you here. Forever, if you’re willing."

A surge of joy washed over Jeremy. He didn't need a moment to think. He wrapped his arms around Doran and squealed without giving an answer. The wealthy man already knew what he wanted. The hormones were of course temporary, but as long as Doran kept paying for Jeremy’s injections, he could stay the way he wanted for the rest of his submissive life.