Cleaner: Chapter One - Part Seven

DAHLIA

As the dress fully settled into place, Melissa’s faint mix of fairly neutral perfume and body scent enclosed me too. That sense of really becoming her came to me again along with the same accompanying shiver of arousal.

What was I like? I’d never realised how kinky I could be!

I had a very tall and broad antique tilting mirror and Melissa was already examining her reflection in it. I stepped up beside her, looking at the tent-like outfit on my own body. It made me look curiously out of scale; as though I were a little girl again, playing dress up in her mother’s clothes.

We looked at one another in the reflection and neither one of us could help growing a goofy grin of ridiculous collusion. Then we laughed and became, for the length of it, equals. Thinking that made me wonder how it would feel to be the inferior half of that equation, to take on the submissive role, and that shimmer of titillation came back, amazing me, but delighting me too. And of course I was kind of taking on that submissive role right now. In the realm of my imagination, Melissa had become the employer; I the subservient cleaner.

When our giggles subsided the moment became uncomfortable instead so I broke the tension, reaching for her shoes, relieved to see that they were my size, though slightly roomy; a wide fitting to account for her chubby feet. They would do for moving around the house in and I wanted to get as close as I could to the proper effect. I sat on the foot of my bed, setting the shoes down in front of me.

It reminded me of the concept of stepping into someone else’s shoes and for some reason that didn’t bring on a squeeze of sexual pleasure but dread instead. In fact it revived a memory I didn’t even know I had of a dream; a nightmare; in which a decision had been made – one I couldn’t remember now. A decision had been made and there had been no going back from it. Not ever. That nightmare memory came back clearly but only so far as the feelings it claustrophobia it had instilled. I could recall nothing more of it.

But I was being silly. I was only putting on a pair of shoes. There was no trap here.

I slipped first one foot in, then the other, looking down at the oval of smooth flesh framed by the matching blue.

With that, the transformation was complete.

I stood up and admired my strange reflection, wishing again that it wasn’t just the clothes we had swapped. How incredible would it be to really swap bodies for the morning as well?

I smiled at myself then noticed that Melissa was waiting and turned to face her.

“What happens now?” she asked.

My mind blanked. I really wasn’t sure exactly. My fantasy had been for her to lounge by the pool while I worked but now it was upon me I couldn’t bear the idea of her witnessing my strange game. I felt bad chickening out but we could always do it again, properly that time.

“Uh, well, do you mind staying up here actually?” I said. “You could sit on the bed and watch TV.” I had a screen fixed to the wall that was almost as big as the monster downstairs.

She looked at it and then the bed and shrugged. “Oh. Okay. For how long?”

“Until twelve thirty? The end of your shift?”

“Okay.”

There was another awkward moment. I was realising now just how screwed up this was. My face went bright red. But I was still determined to go through with it. I'd be an idiot to back out now. I was worried Melissa might sell the story to the papers or something, but I had more than enough wealth to give her a financial incentive to keep it quiet. I’d offer that before she went home.

“Alright then,” I said. “Let’s get to it.”

“Yes,” replied Melissa, an odd expression on her face. “Lets.”