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"So you think that you are able to cope with this job, Mary-Anne?"

"I'm sorry, madam, my name is Roxanne, mostly called Roxy."

"I know but up to now I've called all my maidens Mary-Anne, so if you don't mind, it's easier for me."

"Oh not at all, madam. Yes, I think I can."

"You think you can. How old are you, girl?"

"I'm sixteen, madam, nearly seventeen."

"And this is the first time that you apply for a job. Did you go to school?"

"After elementary school I visited a domestic science school, madam."

The old lady sniffed ; "I wonder if they teached you to do housekeeping. Never mind, Rosa, my housekeeper, will tell you everything."

She paused for a moment, then said: "In former days I had five or six housemaids but that is long time ago. Present day wages wouldn't permit me to pay so many servants. And in those days we often had guests, the large salon was filled with people. Since my husband died, thirty years ago, this was over. Now I'm old and lonely. You might ask why I don't move to a smaller apartment. Well, I've been born in this house, I've lived here all my life and I want to die here. I just can't think of leaving. Well, with all the modern household appliances work is a lot easier.."

Again she paused.

"Let's give it a try; three months probation."

Relieved Roxy exclaimed: "That means I got the job? Oh, thank you, madam!"

"There are a number of conditions, Rosa will tell you most of them but I mention the most important now. You'll be here in my house day and night."

She laughed: "Rooms enough. "You should purchase a few black cotton dresses, long enough to cover your knees, with long sleeves, white cuffs and a white collar. Black stockings and black flat-heeled shoes. Sunday and holidays you will be free, in principle the evenings too. I pay you the wages a servant your age usually gets. Oh yes, your hair. Rosa will explain to you how to deal with it. Do you agree?"

"Oh yes, madam, I do."

Nevertheless she wondered what the remark about her hair meant to say. She was an attractive girl with not perfect but nice features, a good  figure, medium length, almond shaped brown eyes and waistlength darkblonde wavy tresses.

Rosa, a rather stout and chubby middle-aged woman, told Roxy about her employer, who she always named milady. She was 78 now and the greater part of the house wasn't used anymore. Nevertheless milady insisted that the large salon should be kept in an irreproachable state as if any moment a big company could be expected. But milady seldom had visitors, most of her friends from earlier days had died. she herself only sporadically left her rooms, she had a living room, a dining room and of course a bedroom and bathroom.

She wanted her breakfast at 8 o'clock in bed and coffee in her living room at 10.30. Lunch in her dining room at 1 o'clock, afterwards she took a nap and wanted afternoon tea seved at 4 in her living room. Dinner should be ready at 7.30 in her dining room. During the day she listened to the radio (always music in her living room), viewed TV and often was reading or writing.

Rosa said that milady was gentle and when she liked someone she could be generous with her favours. Rosa didn't specify this, Roxy should discover it herself.

Though the house was big it didn't require hard work to keep it clean. The unused rooms had to be cleaned only a few times a year, of course except the large salon.

Soon Roxy learned the normal procedure in the house. She was a clever girl and a quick learning apprentice. Rosa had told her that milady didn't approve a maidservant to have her hair hanging down.

"We'll transform you into an ideal servant girl," she had said. "We do that phased. I call them phases 0 to4. Well, I'll start  with phase 0: you may braid your hair or put it into a bun, whatever you like."

"Oh, I'll braid it. I'm used to do that, at school we had to do it too. What do the other phases mean?"

"I'll tell you later. If you move to another phase, not every servant succeeds in doing so. Nevertheless I want to shorten your hair somewhat to midback. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all."

It would be hardly more than a regular trim, Roxy concluded. Though, a severe one, at least 6 inches!

Three months had passed before Roxy got aware of it. Meanwhile she had got seventeen.

"You've now entered the first phase," Rosa had told her. "Milady is content with you and we should give you a matching hairdo."

"That means shorter, I suppose," Roxy said in a resigned tone.

Rosa laughed: "I can't cut your hair longer, so you know the answer."

"But how much shorter?"

"More than last time, I'm afraid. No longer a braid but a bob. Do you agree?"

"If it must be. I take it that you follow the instructions of milady?"

"Everything in this house takes place in accordance with her wishes, do you remember?"

"Well, I'm ready."

"Good, let's go to my bathroom."

"First I'll shampoo and condition your hair, then I'll cut it while it's still damp."

Rosa did Roxy bend forward over the bathtub and washed and conditioned her tresses. After rinsing them out she took a towel, dried the dripping hair somewhat and wrapped the towel around the girls' head like a turban. Then she sat her down on a chair, combed her hair out to remove the tangles, sectioned it and parted it in the middle. Gradually she cut Roxy's tresses section after section bluntly all around her head just above her shoulders. Sheets of hair at least 15 inches long fell down on the floor. With a comb and blowdryer Rosa shaped the newcut bob.

When it had been braided Roxy had combed her hair straight backwards, now now it framed on boths sides her features, partly covering them. Rosa let the girl look in the mirror: "What do you say?"

Roxy moved her head from right to left a few times. Her tresses twirled around her head and fell back in the same position after she stopped moving.

"Woa, it's a big change! I like it!" Roxy exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'm sure milady will be pleased."

"You don't need have any doubts about that."

One afternoon, when Roxy brought the old lady a tray with tea and cake, she noticed that her employer had been crying.

"Is something wrong, madam? " she enquired.

"Oh Mary-Anne, I'm so lonely. For several weeks I've not seen anybody except Rosa and you."

"Don't you have relatives?"

The old lady shrugged: "A few cousins and second cousins but I hardly know them. Besides, they live hundreds of miles away."

"Couldn't you leave your house more often to see friends or visit a theatre or concerts?"

"I cannot master the courage to do that. You see, in my room I can move around rather reasonably but I have arthrosis, I only feel comfortable when I'm sitting in my chair. Yes, I could order a cab but certainly in the evenimg I don't go out. Most of the time I'm going to bed early. After all, who should be waiting for an old woman? But you could do something for me."

"Me, madam? What do you want me to do?"

"You are a nice girl. I would like it if you woukld keep me company now an then. Starting now. In that closet you'll find teacups, -saucers and -spoons. Will you please drink a cup of tea with me?"

"Shouldn't I inform Rosa first?"

"No, she will understand, you are not the first of my maidens I asked to keep me company. Rosa is a good woman but not someone to have a talk with,."

They chatted for about an hour.

"Tell me about yourself," the old lady invited Roxy.

"There isn't much to tell. My father is a gardener, he is 56. My mother is ten years younger, she has no job but she likes to work in her own little garden. I've one brother, he is 24 and is a house decorator. He lives with her girlfriend. As a late arrival I was pampered by everyone, so my years at the elementary school were uneventful. The domestic science school was a lot tougher, a protestant school, attended by girls only. They had strict regulations, we had to wear uniforms, grey pleated skirts, white socks, flatties and white blouses. And we had to braid our hair when it was long, just as you wanted me to do."

"And boyfriends?"

"I didn't get many opportunities to meet boys during my stay at that school, so a real boyfriend I never had."

"Isn't that frustrating for a young girl?"

"Madam, I have to live with it."

"So it is frustrating. Listen, you should have more nights out."

"I'm often too tired, madam."

"Do you have to work too hard?"

"No madam but after having worked all day I don't more have tte energy. I can't afford to come home late as I have to rise at six o'clock."

"Not at Sunday."

"That's true madam but Saturday is Rosa's day-off and I have to take care of everything."

"As far as I'm concerned you may leave after you have served dinner. Do you like dancing? Perhaps you should go to a dancing school. That's the place where boy meets girl."

"I really appreciate your concern in me, madam. I'll consider it."

Roxy didn't tell her the real reason: she liked girls more than boys. But she was shy to show it. All the same she had recently met a girl with whom she had made friends. Only, she didn't know for sure whether they felt more than friendship for each other.

During another visit the old lady had told Roxy about her former married life. Her husband had been a captain of industry and they often had had important guests at their parties. Of course other leadres of industrial companies but also politicians, members of Congress, the governor of the State, the mayor and aldermen of the city and othersides artists, scientists and famous sportsmen and -women. 

All this had come to a sudden end after her husband had deceased at the age of 52 ("much too eartly"). Of course she had a lot of friends about that time but gradually the number had diminished and now most of them had died or were handicapped.

"I hardly see anyone of them anymore. Some of my former housemaids exceptionally visit me, sometimes with their children or rather grandchildren. I'm so happy that you some time will spend with me now and then and we will have lunch or tea together."

"It's my pleasure to to talk to you, madam."

In the meantime Rosa had told Roxy that she now not only acted as housemaid but also as a conversation partner of milady and that meant that she had proceeded to phase 2. Which involved a haircut again.

"How much this time?" Roxy had asked.

"Not so much. The same blunt cut all around your head, now just above your earlobes. And I'll give you bangs; probably I'll have to shave your nape somewhat to bring your hairline up. It's called a pageboy cut."

When Rosa had finished the cut Roxy had looked at her image: "Cool, it's lovely. Thank you, Rosa."

The old lady had admired Rosa's handiwork too.

One day Roxy was very busy in the house and she asked her employer whether she could postpone her visit to the evening.

"That's fine with me, Mary-Anne. Come to me after dinner."

When Roxy had cleared the table and had assisted Rosa cleaning up the kitchen she went to the living room of the old lady.

"Let's drink some wine," milady suggested.

She used to drink wine in the evening, never coffee or tea. She had a stock in her cellar which was kept update by Rosa who exactly knew the wishes of her employer.

Roxy wasn't used to drink wine and after two glasses she got sleepy.

"Excuse me, madam, I think I should go to bed."

"Would you mind to sleep in my bed?" 

Amazed Roxy asked: "You want me to sleep with you?"

"Yes but don't be afraid. I don't mean sex, I've no sexual needs any more but I would like to feel a warm body next to me in my lonely nights. Do you know the story in the bible about King David? When he was old he wanted a young girl in his bed to keep him warm. Well, you needn't keep me warm, I'll be content with you keeping me company during the night too."

Though Roxy thought it to be a rather odd request she had developed too much sympathie for the old lady that she wouldn't refuse.

"Don't think that I want something from but would you mind if I touch your skin casually? I don't expect reciprocity."

"Not at all, madam."

That night Roxy was too sleepy to notice anything and soon she dozed off.

The next morning she rose at six as usual. The old lady still was sleeping deeply. Roxy went to her bathroom, showered and dressed. Yesterday night she hadn't fetched her pyjamas but had slept in her T-shirt and panties. 

She entered the kitchen whre Rosa already was busy preparing breakfast. Of course she had noticed that Roxy hadn't slept in her room.

She smiled: "So you have reached phase three. I think no housemaid ever has come so far."

"It's not what you think, Rosa."

"How do you know what I think? I don't condemn you, I only draw a conclusion. Or didn't you sleep in mylady's bed? You can't deny that."

"Yes I did. She asked me to but sex was absolutely out of the question."

"Oh, I believe you, don't bother. But you crossed a border and now you have to face the consequence, a new haircut again. Please, don't misunderstand me, it's not a punishment but I'm obliged to do it. Though it's a pity that your nice pageboy has to go."

"Will it be so severe?"

"Considerably. We'll do it in the afternoon."

Rosa would or could(?) nor give away a further explanation. 

Surprised the old lady looked up when Roxy brought her at seven thirty her dinner.

"O my! Rosa has anticipated very quickly on your new phase as my bed companion. you look gorgious."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes Roxy, this is how I want you to look."

Roxy was amazed: "You call me Roxy?" 

"Yes, you are different. I have been wrong to think it doesn't matter as all housemaids are equal and exchangeable. Everyone has her own personality and you are much more than a servant. You could be the daughter I've never had."

"I'm glad, madam, to be able to give you some joy in your life."

"I hope you will continue to do that, child, as long as you can do that."

"Oh sure, madam, I've no intention to leave you. I like being here."

"I also hope that you will sleep in my bed every night."

"Of course, madam, with pleasure."

In the afternoon Rosa had taken Roxy with her to her bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I have never done this before and I hadn't expected that I would ever have to do it. However, already long ago milady has  given me the prescription for the third phase haircut. So I'll have to carry out her instructions."

"You make me nervous, Rosa. Just say what you are going to do."

"It is a short haircut, a buzzcut. I have to use clippers, only there is no prescription for the length of your hair. What do you think, shall I start with a # 8?"

"What does that mean?"

"It's the number of the attachment. With that your hair will be cut to a length of one inch."

"Well, go ahead if it must be."

"We have no choice, girl."

With those words Rosa had put the humming clippers at Roxy's forehead and moved them in one stroke backwards to her nape. Soon the pageboy had vanished and  was replaced by short hair with a length of one inch overall.

"I'm looking like a hedgehog," Roxy complained.

"Yes, I think we should go shorter."

Rosa swapped the attachment for a # 4 which reduced the hairlength to 1/2 inch.

"No," Rosa concluded, "still too long."

This time she chose a # 2 and again halved the length to 1/4 inch.

"That's a lot better, don't you think so, Roxy?" 

"Hmmm, as we have gone this far already I would like it still a little shorter."

"Okay, # 1, that will leave you 1/8 inch."

After the fourth passing of the clippers round her head Roxy had looked at her image.

"Oh my god, I'm nearly bald! What will mylady say?"

"Well, she has given the instructions, so she will have to accept the consequences." 

That night the old lady noticed that Roxy got aroused  when she touched her particularly when she rubbed the girls' head.

"Do you like me caressing you, Roxy?"

"Yes madam, I'm sorry," Roxy answered ashamed.

"There is nothing to regret, child. It's normal to have sexual feelings, you shouldn't suppress them. I take it that you are used to masturbate."

Roxy felt that she got beetred though it wouldn't be visible in the weakly lighted room.

"Madam, you've said that there wouldn't be sexual behaviour when I would sleep in your bed."

"No, that's not what I've said. I told you that my sexual needs have been extinguished since several years. It would be abnormal if a young girl wouldn't have them. Yield to them and indulge yourself. If you want you can find a vibrator in the drawer of the nightstand on your side."

Amazed Roxy asked: "Do you use a vibrator?"

The old lady laughed: "Since years not anymore. When my husband died I was sure that no man could replace him. So I bought that tool and it's still there."

"You want me to use it now?"

"Does my presence bother you? Well, take it to the bathroom."

Hesitating Roxy rose but soon she was back.

"I'm sorry, madam, I can't do it."

"I know it's embarrassing for you. Allow me to help you. It's wrong to suppress your feelings. Pull off your pants and spread your legs."

"Madam," Roxy whimpered, "I don't know...."

"Come on, do what I tell you," the old lady insisted, pulling at the girls' pyjama pants. Roxy had no choice, the old lady pushed the vibrator into her vagina......

One Saturday Roxy asked: "Madam, would you mind me going to a disco tonight?"

"Of course not, have a good time. Are you going alone?"

"No, with another girl. I'll be home late but I won't disturb you."

"Oh no, I'll wait until you are back."

"Madam, you needn't do that, I'll feel awkward if you do."

"It's Sunday tomorrow, no hurry to wake up. No more scruples please."

Roxy smiled: "Okay, you win, madam."

Shortly after 12 she was back.

"I hadn't expected you already. How was your evening? Did you meet any attractive boys?"

"Well, a few admired my buzzcut. Some tried to date me and one rubbed my head and said that it felt like sandpaper. He told me that he would shave it smooth if I wanted that."

"What did you answer?"

"Oh'I said that I would consider it but let it pass."

"What would you do if I asked you that question?"

Aghast Roxy asked: "Do you want me to do that?"

"In fact.....yes. Are you surprised?"

"Yes, somewhat....Okay, I'll ask Rosa Monday."

"That will not be necessary. I can do that myself."

Unbelievingly Roxy asked: "You, madam?" 

"Don't bother, I've done that before. Indeed a long time ago but nevertheless."

"Rosa told me that I am the first servant to reach phase 3."

The old lady looked at the girl enigmatically.

"I'll tell you something but you must promise me to say nothing about it to Rosa."

"I promise, madam."

"About twentyfive years ago, I don't more know exactly, I engaged Rosa as my housemaid. Well, to cut a long story short, we became lovers. I think this surprises you just like it did me. I had had a happy marriage with Alan and had never thought I could have sex with a woman. But as I've told you before no other man could replace Alan. My nights were lonely and a vibrator could give me a temporary satisfaction but not cancel my lonelyness. And it just happened, Rosa was young and cheerful and well, she gave me what I needed. She agreed that I shaved her head and I did it many times again an again. Unfortunately our feelings faded gradually but she didn't leave me."

The old lady paused, sitting staring into space and reflecting the past.

Roxy broke the silence.

"My god, madam, you like to shave a girls' head, don't you? " she whispered.

Milady nodded: "I've never told it to anybody. Only Rosa knew and now you know too."

"Well, madam, I'm ready for you."

It was Monday morning when Roxy entered the kitchen  that Rosa saw her with a shining chrome dome.

"So you ave reached phase 4. Milady told me yesterdaythe event. She loves you, not as a lover but like you were a daughter. You are eighteen now and as you never have had a boyfriend I suppose you are lesbian. If I were you I should try to find a girlfriend."

Roxy smiled: "I think I already did. I just discovered that my best friend likes girls."

"That's good. Let me tell you a secret but promise that you don't speak about it to anyone, certainly not milady."

"I promise."

"Milady will remember you in her last will just as she has remembered me."

"Well," Roxy reacted, "I will act like a daughter but nevertheless I remain her housemaid, conversation partner and bed companion."

"Amen," Rosa concluded.

The end.

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