I did not go to work that night. Instead, I did as Sully said and came in at the beginning of the day shift. Susan was the first person I saw when I went to Sully's office. She looked so happy! And she was busy showing everybody her huge engagement ring.
"Oh Beulah! Isn't this beautiful! Oh it was so romantic!" Her words came out in a rush as me embraced me. Damn but she could get lost in my arms and breasts.
"Yes Miss Susan! That is very pretty." As I am saying this, I am remembering the times that the embraces were romantic. At the same time, I am thinking that I could never give Susan such a ring."I am so very happy for you. Mista Sully is a very lucky man."
"Beulah! You're here! Come into my office!"
"Yessur, Mista Sully." I let go of of Susan and she seems to be trying to catch her breathe. I cannot help but to think about when I was a man. I am no longer attracted to other women and I have a hard time remembering too much of being a man but I remember my feelings for her. But she seems so happy.
"Have a seat, Beulah." I settle myself down. As always with folding chairs, most of my hips and ass are hanging over. "As you can see, Susan said yes last night."
"Yessar, Mista Sully."
"I do not thing you ever could have gave Susan what I can, so I think you can see this turned out for the best."
"But I can remember that me and Susan were happy together."
"Beulah, that may be true. But can you make her happy now? If you were to ask Susan to marry you, that she would break her engagement to me and marry a black woman twice her age and three times her size?"
"Nosar, Mista Sully." The every concept sounded silly to me despite what I desired. "But maybe if I were a man again?"
"And could you even be that person again? Truthfully, Beulah. Could you act and think like him?"
"Nosar, Mista Sully."
"And why not, Beulah?"
I stammered,"Coz, I am too old, too fat, too dumb and I am a black girl."
"You are right, Beulah. But remember, you will be able to see Susan everyday."
"I know. I is to be you and Miss Susan's maid."
"That is right Beulah!" Sully had the biggest smile when he said this.
With this, he pulled out the paper work to end my old job and begin my new one. Sully helped me out with everything because I have such a hard time reading? How did I ever get through college? What, that was my old life. I could not do that now.
After wards, Sully drove me to the house that they would be moving into. He wanted me to get the place ready for them. They would not be moving in for three weeks but he wanted me to get started.
"Beulah, you are to supervise the movers and the paint crew. I want you to make sure that they get all of my instructions right. After all, this is your home also."
"Wha?"
"Did I forget to tell you? I cannot have you wasting all of your time riding the bus. You have a room here." Sully opened a door to a bedroom. "This is yours. Check it out. And also check your dresser and your closet. I expect you to have clean underwear and your uniform on."
"Yessar, Mista Sully." I was actually excited by this. My room had a tv set, a couch facing it. Well, I cannot fit into an easy chair. Plus the furniture was new. I cannot remember having new furniture. In the dresser are panties, bras, slips, hosiery and clothes for whenI am off duty. They are all new and they all fit. And in the closet are a half dozen black maid's dresses with white trimming. Looking more closely, I see my name, Beulah stitched on the right bodice. These were made especially for me. I get dressed and look in the mirror.
I try to think of the man I was. But I see a short and fat black woman in the mirror. Her short black hair has a lot of gray. She is wearing a simple maid's dress that goes to just below her knees. She has a plain white half apron that is more functional than frilly. Her hips were so wide, she cannot help but to rub against the door frames as she walks through. Her bosom is so big that she has to special order her bras. She is not really qualified to be what she appears to be. I should be very angry about this but for the first time, I feel like I am what I was supposed to be. My dress shows that I have a reason and that I have a place to be, a job to do. I walk back out to Sully.
"Why Beulah! I never though that you had such a beautiful smile."
Was I happy? I guess I must be.
"Thank you, Mista Sully. That is very kind of you to say."
With that, Sully leaves and I get started to cleaning.