You carefully watched the door as the woman your mind wanted to call “Mom”… She definitely radiate a motherly energy as she came in, a tray of pancakes and fresh-squeezed orange juice in her petite hands. She had to be in her late 40s or early 50s, a short woman at 5’1” with a slightly aged round face smiling at you. Her plush figure was clad in a loose blue dress with a white spotless apron tied across her body. A white lace headband sat atop her head, nestled in a sea of honey blonde hair that went down to the top of her sizable peach of an ass…
You had never seen this woman before in your life, never even considered any familial relation to her… And yet, here you were feeling oddly calmer than you should be waking up to a strange woman entering your room… At least, your mind was registering this as your room. It seemed a bit too feminine to be a guy’s room, white furniture and floral patterns around a room with pale pink walls and a floral bedspread… And yet you didn’t feel too concerned about the room you had woken up in. Confused, of course… But oddly not concerned.
“Wh-What’s going on?” You said slowly, your voice sounding a bit oddly high pitched to your ears, “What are you doing here?”
“What? A mom can’t make breakfast for her newest daughter?” The mature woman said playfully as she set down the tray of food on the side of the bed, “Besides, I figured you needed a good breakfast to prepare you for your big day of training~!”
“D-Daughter?” You started to say, “What are you talking about? I don’t-“
You paused, noticing your hands in your peripheral vision. They were small, petite and perfectly cared for with a fresh manicure and clear polish. A small gasp escaped your lips as you looked down at your body… Your eyes growing wider as you were met by two fairly sizable lumps of flesh tenting out a silky garment… A nightgown, a soft pink one that went down to your ankles, with a flowery cursive embroidery over the left breast reading “TRAINEE” in white thread.
“Ah!” You squeaked out, “Wh-What the hell?! I’m… I’m not supposed to be like this?! I’m-“
“You’re exactly what you need to be, dear,” the woman cooed with a small smile, “I’m sure you’ve got questions, and I’m happy to answer them sweetie, but just remain calm and let Mommy explain things, alright? And take a few bites of breakfast too, I’d hate for it to get cold,”
You slowly nodded, taking a few breaths to calm down from the sudden surprise of waking up a woman… Yet, oddly, you can’t help but feel calmer listening to the woman your brain considered to be your Mom. You grabbed the fork and knife with your new petite hands, cutting off a piece of pancake and taking a bite. It was, as expected, delicious, overflowing with butter and syrup that made it all the more easy to like Mom.
“Now that we’re calmed down a bit,” Mom said with a smile, “I can introduce myself… My name is Alice House, but you can just call me ‘Mom’… Or ‘Mommy’, ‘Mama’, ‘Madre’, ‘Mater’, whatever feels most comfortable for you. I run a… Special family in town, dear. We adopt wayward souls like you, and bring them in as my daughters… Not birth daughters, of course. But all of them consider me ‘Mom’, just like I know you do too sweetie… With all my daughters, I train them, give them some purpose and drive in life to help others… Through making them proud maids and members of the House family,”
“M-Maids?” You said, nearly spitting out your pancake in surprise, “I… I didn’t know this town had so many maids…”
“Of course, dear!~” Alice cooed, “How do you think anything gets done around here? It’s hard working girls like my daughters that make things work… Maids aren’t all fun accents and cute dresses, although that’s part of it. They’re hard working girls of all types, and I train them all,”
“There’s… Different types of maids?” You said curiously.
“Naturally!” Alice answered with a giggle, “Of course, there’s the classic French Maid, sexy and alluring… There’s the house mom, that’s my school of maid work… The Japanese meido, the Latina maid, the Victorian Maid… Then you have your nannies, your cooks and chefs… And that’s not even getting into the junior maids and office maids!”
“S-So what maid am I supposed to be?” You said softly.
“My, eager to start training already?” Alice teased, “Well, don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll have a full schedule ahead of you. I want to make sure my newest daughter is my best maid yet. Especially since you’ll be going into a fun maid life. You’re going to be a…”