"After all," my sister continues. "Wouldn't it be a shame to let all those maid school courses you took go down the drain?"
I breathed out, content that Amy wasn't aware of the reality change. And then winced a bit as the new memories hit me.
In this reality, I've been VERY open about my maid fetish. When I turned 14, I started taking classes on cooking, cleaning, etiquette and other details of a maid's labour. And after I completed my training in maid's duties, I practically begged my parents to let me be the family's maid. Eventually, they caved in. And while there was no contract to speak of, my parents were insistent that I slept in the maid's room, was always in uniform and addressed them formally. I was only happy to do so.
I noticed that Amy finished her pancakes. "Anything else Miss?" Amy shook her head, and I took her empty plate and silverware to wash them, my member straining against my white panties.