"My name's Soshi. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a maid. I know, I know, this sounds weird coming from a guy, but it's the truth. It's because of my mother. She worked as a maid when I was younger; still does, actually. She loves her job. Anyway, when she couldn't find a babysitter to watch me on days after school, she'd pick me up and let me spend time at the house she was working at that day. Some of the families that employed her were a bit hesitant at first, but I behaved myself while at their homes, and soon they were fine with my coming over. I could get some homework done, play with the other kids if there were any living there, or if I had nothing to do, I'd help Mom with her job. She taught me the value of hard work and putting your full effort into everything you do. It helped shape me to do the best in everything I could; even if I wasn't always successful, I knew that I had done all I could. And it set me on the path for my future.
When I graduated high school, I applied for a job with the maid service Mom was registered with. They thought I was joking, but I let them know how sincere I was. Mom and some of her other friends in the service also vouched for me. So the manager, reluctantly, agreed to put me through on a trial service. She did say, however, that I would have to wear 'appropriate attire' for the job. Some guys may find being forced to wear a dress humiliating, but it didn't really bother me. Let's be honest; every curious teenage boy tries on a dress at least once in their life, sometimes... more than once if they like it. And if it meant that I got a chance to carry out my dream job, I wouldn't care what I had to wear.
There was only one requirement I had to refuse when it came to my outfit - a wig. I have alopecia. I've been totally bald since I was thirteen, and unfortunately my scalp is very sensitive. We've tried hairpieces and toupees before, but they always irritated my skin and left my scalp with a bad rash. So even if they wanted me to look more feminine, I couldn't handle the wig. Thankfully they understood and let that slide. I don't have a problem with the headpiece though - the lace actually feels quite nice on my scalp. To compensate for my baldness, I brought a few breast forms so I could better fill out my uniform. The first time I saw myself in the mirror in my full maid outfit, I cried in happiness. Finally, I was a maid.
Okay, I wasn't officially a maid yet. I had to go through a trial period for a few months, working alongside other women to get trained. Thankfully all the years I'd spent helping Mom meant my training went very smoothly. And when I moved onto solo assignments, I got glowing reports from everyone who hired me. I didn't get to see the full feedback they left, but from what my supervisor told me, they were impressed with my polite attitude, kind demeanor, and diligence. After six months the training period was over, and I was a full-time employee of the maid service. I was overjoyed, and Mom was so proud.
Life as a male maid has been good. There are a few people who hire me just for the spectacle of seeing a young man in a dress, but I don't let that bother me. If they try to make advances, I know how to defend myself, but thankfully that's never happened. Those perverts are thankfully in the minority. Most of my clients are very polite and understanding. I've even built a strong relationship with the daughter of one family I work for, Rumiko. She lives at home while taking business classes, and in the time I've worked while she was there, we've had some good conversations. About a week ago Rumiko told me that she thinks I look very cute in my outfit, and that she wished to get to know me better. Tomorrow night we'll be going out on our first date. I can't wait, though I need one last thing to prepare - I need to go buy a fancy new dress. She expects me to look my best, and I don't want to disappoint her."
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