Mistress Dyvia
A Maid for Mother's Day 2
May 11, 2024
Tommy finds himself maidified by his sister to serve his mother on Mother's Day.. and they make him a deal he so wants to refuse...
If you haven’t read it, or its been two years and you need a refresher… Part 1:
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Mistress Dyvia Presents:
A Maid for Mother’s Day 2
By: Mistress Dyvia
So I triggered Maia back to Tommy, in front of mom. There was clearly a look of confusion on his face. And then the struggle, none of his uniform would come off with the lock in place, and even with the gloves, he couldn't get a grip on anything.
"What's wrong with her?" Our mother had asked.
"I restored his mind."
"'His' mind?" she asked in confusion. "Maia's a boy?"
"Yeah, an old college friend has some tricks. People will act against their normal behavior, even act against their own best interests if she wants them to. I was angry at how he took advantage of you, so... I made Maia happen."
She paused, "Wait, I know him?"
Almost on queue, the one part of her uniform she could remove, she did. The phallic lips. And immediately he yelled, "Delia, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Mom’s eyes widened, "Tommy? You..." She stared at me with horror, "you would do that to your own brother?"
I shrugged, "aside from the trauma-slash-ptsd, there's no permanent damage."
He scratched, "no permanent damage, I'm wearing a fucking dress and high heels, you had this thing down my throat."
"You didn't want to help mom," my accusation was thick with annoyance.
"Like it's a crime to not come over every single weekend, ever consider that maybe I have a life?!" He both questioned and argued.
"I have a life, a career, and I still manage to get my ass down here twice a week even if it's just coffee and a meal, I live further away and we both know I work more than you do."
"If you call that work!"
"I do!" I snapped.
And then Mom, "knock it off! Both of you!"
I glared at him, but shut my mouth.
He looked at her, "you let her do this! What? Just because I find coming over here tedious and boring, sorry I forgot to fix your computer, or realized I forgot the trash till I got home, but this is the punishment." he gestured at the latex covered faux-breasts…
Mom looked like she just got struck, I triggered him.
Maia bent down, reinserted her lips and continued to dust a shelf.
"Sorry mom..." I said, but she just stared at Maia.
"He's in there?" She asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and kinda held them there, "sort of... From what I understand it's a forced dissociative personality disorder. A second person in her head who takes control when the trigger phrase is said."
She nodded her head lightly, "I've never heard him say such horrible things to me. My sweet little boy." There was a sadness in her voice, "he has better things to do..."
I grabbed my mom and hugged her, "Bull shit. Don't let him say that to you... And I can even prove it to both of you... Her eyebrow quirked, I smiled, "I have an idea..."
A little while later, I triggered my brother back. It took him a minute to realize he was sitting on a stool in the kitchen by the faux-bar. "What the hell?" He asked.
"Shush." I said with mom sitting behind me, "Mom and I worked out an agreement to give you the opportunity to be just you again."
"No you can't-" he was triggered to Maia, but this time I stopped her from using the lips, and used a locking ball gag... And triggered Tommy... He muffled his complaints against us.
"So here's the deal..." I started with a wide and wicked smile that I had no chance of wiping off my face...
Several minutes later, and the unlocking of his ball gag, he let out a, "no. I mean fuck no."
I tipped my head to the side, "well if you don't want a deal, we can just keep you like this."
"No. You are going to put me back to normal... today!". There was a slight pause, "and then you are-"
"No." But to our surprise, the emphatic denial did not come from my mouth, but from our mother's. We both stared at her in some variation of shock and surprise. But she continued, "I don't know where I went wrong with you, Delia has said things, but until today, I never really believed it, there is something rotten in you..."
"Mom?" He asked in disbelief.
She put up a hand as if to deny him his word, "Delia has a plan, we are going to go with it."
"That plan?" He asked, as clearly Delia wasn't eavesdropping on our conversation.
I smiled, and said it over again, this time simplified, "simple, you continue to do your work as Maia every Sunday, but on top of that, you have to spend 100 hours with mom this year..." And realizing it sounded like he had seven months, I corrected, "Well before next mother's day..."
"Wait, what do you-"
I cut him off like mom did earlier, "you, not Maia. Spend time with mom, help around the house if she needs it, or just keep her company... Think about it like this: most weeks you just have to spend two hours with her, that's it."
He looked at me like I had five heads. "Why would I agree to that?!"
I looked him up and down, "cuz Maia."
"I think you need a little humble pie." Mom chimed in. "And if this is what it takes..."
"No. No. No! You can't do this."
I grinned maniacally, "and what makes you think you can stop me. You need to have your phone on you at all times, you've been programmed to answer it. And you can't tell anyone who doesn't know. What makes you think I can't do this?"
He was a bit stunned, and he looked at mom who just shrugged as if to say, 'don't look at me, you got yourself into this mess.'
"But... But..." He stuttered into a stammer.
"Come, look." I instructed. As I opened Mom's computer and typed into a spreadsheet. I put four hours into a column, and the total sheet added up to four to demonstrate. “See, she will track your hours that you spend time with her this year, if you make one hundred hours between now and next mother's day, then Maia goes away."
His face was contorting, and I'm sure behind the mask, he was red with fury. "No. This isn't right."
"So you'd rather 200 hours?" I asked...
He gasped... "No..." His shoulders slumped in defeat, "one hundred is... Fine."I giggled, “‘Fine,’ spoken like a true woman. Maybe you are becoming one.”
He shook his head, “That’s not funny, and No I’m not!”
I triggered Maia, and let her get back to work and Mom and I went out for lunch to discuss things away from her.. Him.. them? And that wasn’t a pronoun thing so much as a plural thing. Mom admitted she was a little angry with me, but was actually hopeful that she'd see my brother turn out a little nicer.
While we were there, we decided since she wasn’t as good at computers as either of her children, it was best to password protect the documents and keep them online. That way I could make sure they were safe, and unaltered.
After that we decided to do some shopping, we spent too much money… Well it wasn’t really too much money, but we got more outfits than we were likely to wear. New Makeup palettes are always fun… I didn’t really need that hundred dollar bottle of perfume… or one for Mom… but fuck, it was Mother’s Day.
We went back home and I triggered my brother back to his old self, and Helped him out of his outfit, and let him take Mom to dinner. She later told me that he spent much of the dinner trying to get her on his side. But she shut that down when she said after she and I shook hands, she had no more authority over that. He resigned himself after that, I guess.
I didn’t actually see Tommy at all that year. He found out what Nights I had made plans to visit Mom, and made sure he was never there. Sundays, he couldn’t really avoid me, except when I showed up to pick up Maia, he wouldn’t come out of his room until I triggered him, and even then, it was Maia that came out, not Tommy. When I dropped him off and triggered him back to Tommy, he didn’t even try to remove his outfit until he walked away from me.
I visited Mom regularly, and she was happy with how things were going on. She had Maia every Sunday, obviously. Tommy would come over every Saturday for an hour to help around the house, whether it was fixing her computer, or doing yard work, and would come around one weekday night to have dinner. She saw more of her son that one year than she had in the previous three.
Admittedly, I was still pissed, it was 100 hours, 4-ish days of his whole life in a year. Honestly I would have been happy with fifty, but with Maia hanging over his head, I wanted Mom to really appreciate the time.
I checked daily to make sure that Mom was the only one playing with the spreadsheet, and she was. When the fall came, he skipped a couple Saturdays, and made up for it when it was time to do leaves. But he took care of the yard. I thought he’d take the opportunity in the snow to get some extra hours in and shovel Mom out, but no… That was me… But Mom had a snowblower, so that wasn’t much of an issue.I went over for dinner the Thursday before Mother’s day, and Mom was a little bummed. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she had gotten used to Tommy coming over for dinner on Wednesday nights. He skipped the previous night when she had told him that he had 103 hours. He skipped Saturday too.
Mother’s day came up again, I knocked on Tommy’s door. I was surprised he opened the door, “Don’t even think about it. I put in over 100 hours, and I don’t have to be-”
I triggered Maia.
We went to Mom’s Maia cleaned, and I went to Brunch with Mom enjoying Mother-daughter time. She actually said how sad it was that she wouldn’t have Tommy or Maia around anymore. I reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you do.”
We got home and I triggered Tommy. He had some ungentlemanly things to say about his cute sister. I‘m not biased, really.
I proceeded to tell him since he failed to live up to the contract, he had at least one more year as Maia.
He called Bullshit, Mom looked confused. And I brought up the spreadsheet. “He laughed in my face as he pointed to the 103. I scrolled back to the top of the spreadsheet where it said, ‘sample’ in one column, and ‘4’ in the hours column, and deleted that row.
The bottom showed, 99 hours in the total box.
“What the fuck is that, you can’ just delete four fucking hours.” he desperately argued.
“I can, since you didn’t actually do them. Those were literally the sample hours I used to show you both how it worked.”
“No, I refuse.”
“You don’t have what it takes to refuse me or you would have a lot sooner.” I spun and crossed my arms as I stared him down, “200 hours this year.”
He huffed and puffed and paced in a circle, “One hundred, Mom was fine with one hundred.”
I shook my head, “three hundred.”
He let out an exasperated sound, “one-fifty.”
“Three hundred.” I double downed.
“Fine Two hundred. You win.”
“Three Hundred, this is not a negotiation, it is a statement of facts. And if you fuck it up this year, I will make you quit your job next year and you will make your money as Maia. 5 days a week plus Sundays for Mom. So you will only have Saturdays as you.”
“This isn’t fair,” he protested.
I looked at Mom, and I could tell she even thought this was a bit extreme, but didn’t argue the point, though I would tell her later, if she agreed with Tommy for two hundred hours, I would have relented. But she kept her mouth shut…
But not shockingly, at least not to me, it was five years before Tommy could be himself all year. But by then, he had adapted so much feminine mannerisms and even his body was changed, that even he accepted the fact that he was now more of a Tammy, than a Tommy. But that’s another story.
The End.
Moral of the Story, be nice to your Mom on Mother’s day.
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