Even on her days off, Brandy found herself waking up early. When she had worked retail, it had always been a fight to get up on time. A fight to roll out of her lumpy mattress, a fight to stand in the shower that was so small she couldn’t even bend over to wash her feet, a fight to put on clothes, and a fight to get out in the morning to catch the bus. She’d constantly swipe in a few minutes late, because she’d barely arrived on time, and she never cared enough to go catch the earlier bus, no matter how many times she told herself she should.

But ever since she’d started working as a live-in maid, even though she was absolutely allowed to sleep in on her days off, Brandy would get up on time. She’d go to the dining room in the worn sweatpants and t-shirt that she called pajamas. Her requested strawberry milk had started appearing in the fridge down there, so with a tall glass of sweet pink deliciousness and whatever looked good from the breakfast buffet, she waved to the friends she was making as they went off to their days. She’d sit with the other servants who had the day off, or with the night staff who were settling down before they went to their own beds. They’d gossip about the bizarre sights any of them had seen in the mansion. There was an unspoken contest among them for having witnessed the most unusual or twisted thing that week. There wasn’t a prize, but it was just something to talk about. This week, the ‘winner’ so far was a butler named Luke, who had cleaned out a heavy-duty paper shredder filled with nothing but the remains of frilly panties. A maid named Joanna insisted that her discovery deserved the top billing; she had found dildos suctioned onto all the seats of the workout equipment in the gym, but the staff consensus was that such a thing was honestly within the bounds of normality for this place.

After breakfast, she would usually spend her free time just resting in her room. As much as she found herself enjoying the structure her work gave her, there was no doubt that it was hard labor. Her body ached at being pushed so hard for so long, so days off were mostly spent soaking in the tub, trying to give some relief to her aching muscles. Those aches were getting fainter every week, though. No wonder all the servants in this mansion were so fit.

On the mornings where her dysphoria wasn’t so bad, she would masturbate to the thought of Mistress, and Her Highness. She knew their names now, Jasmine and Diana. But she still thought of them by their titles. Even on days where she couldn’t touch herself, she would snuggle into her bed, daydreaming about their voices, what it would be like to be the object of their affections. Whatever their motivations, and as much as Jenny insisted that they were dangerous and she should get out, Brandy was immeasurably grateful... and attracted... to her employers.

Today, her problem wasn’t dysphoria, or aches. No, it was the fact that she barely had anything to wear for a day off. Next to her uniforms, all her old clothes seemed like rags. Brandy just stood there in her panties, trying to will her clothing options to just be better. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Brandy jumped, startled.

“It’s payday, bitches!” Jenny announced loudly. Then she saw Brandy, and pointedly looked away as she tried to cover her chest with one arm.

“Shit, right. Knocking.” She turned on her heel, stepped back out the room, closed the door behind her, and knocked on it. “Can I come in?”

Brandy stared at the door, dumbfounded, then laughed. “Sure, sure. One sec.” 

Brandy quickly threw on a green hoodie, and the last pair of blue jeans she had that didn’t have any holes in them. “Come in, Jenny,” Brandy called, still shaking her head. Actually being able to look at Jenny this time, rather than just stand there in frozen embarrassment, Brandy saw a totally different person. Her hair was down, and brushed out, for one. There were a half dozen piercings in her ears, and she was wearing a red leather jacket with a black shirt that just said ‘FUCK YOU’ in jagged white letters. Her black jeans had a ‘worn’ look to them, and her boots had more belts than Brandy thought rightly belonged on footwear.

“It’s payday, bitches!” Jenny announced again. “And I am taking you into town!” Brandy blinked, then frowned.

“Wait, we can just… go?”

“Why wouldn’t we be able to? I’ve got a truck, and I bet you’re just itching to blow some of that cash! And you could use a clothes shopping spree, right?” 

Brandy honestly hadn’t even considered looking at how much money she had. She didn’t have to pay rent, and all her food was taken care of. The money just... was a bonus. She went to her bedside table, pulled out her phone, and after a minute of fussing with its cracked screen, she finally managed to open the online banking app. For a moment, the number just didn’t seem right. Had someone accidentally added a zero? She clicked into the more detailed description, and it confirmed, yes, that money had been transferred to her. It was hers to spend. Quickly, she did the math in her head.  If she made it through her entire contract, she absolutely could afford her surgery. No, scratch that. She could afford a whole lot more than just surgery, at this rate...

Brandy was about to start trying to placate Jenny, giving her some reason why these clothes were fine. Something like, ‘it’s not like she was really planning to go anywhere, and she did have ONE set of nicer things to wear, if for some reason she did need something more suitable...’ But before she could open her mouth to object, there was another knock at her door.

Liz’s voice was unmistakable. “Is she coming?”

Jenny replied before Brandy could even try to speak. “I dunno, come on in, maybe you can convince her!”

Liz walked into the room, and they were also barely recognizable. They’d brushed all their hair back, and Brandy guessed Liz was wearing a binder because they were totally flat chested. Their outfit was bare armed, with a sleeveless top and a tan vest adorned with gay, non-binary, and pansexual pride pin buttons. There was also a pin of a cartoon lizard monster, and a metal pin that said ‘They/Them.’ Something about their pants and boots gave Brandy a medieval feel. They had a small backpack on, too. Compared to these two, Brandy must have looked like a homeless woman.

“Told you. Our girl needs a shopping day,” Jenny said, as if she had won some serious argument.

“Yup, you’re right,” Liz agreed.

“It’s okay, really. It’s not like I’m gonna be-“ Brandy started, but Jenny cut her off.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Jenny scolded. “Let me tell you something! We spend all this time in the mansion, dressed the same, talking the same. It wears on you! You gotta make sure that when you’re on your days off, you are the most you that you can be! Are you really gonna try to tell me that ‘the most Brandy’ is ratty fucking sweaters and pants that are two inches short?”  

Brandy looked down at herself. Her clothes usually came from thrift stores. If it ‘fit’ and cost less than $10, that was enough. She still hadn’t gotten used to the idea of having orders of magnitude more money to spend than before. Majordomo Seymour’s voice echoed in her head too, with that stern British accent. “Your presentation is a reflection on your primaries.” That was true even when she wasn’t working. And Jenny was right. This wasn’t how she wanted to dress.

“No,” Brandy said finally. “It’s not.”

Jenny grinned. “Damn right! So, we’re taking you shopping! Girls,” she paused, looking off to the side at Liz. “Girls and esteemed associate’s day out!” Liz just rolled their eyes.

“Wait!” Brandy said, a little more loudly than she meant to. “That sounds like a lot of fun, but I’m saving up for something! I can’t just go buy a whole new wardrobe just because I have the money!”

Jenny brushed her off. “I doubt you’d put a dent in it, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll pay. I’ve got enough set aside, so long as you don’t decide you wanna dress like,” Jenny’s tone turned mocking, “her Majesty, the Queen.” 

“You shouldn’t make fun of her Highness like that,” Brandy said, surprised at how instinctive her defense of Diana was. Jenny scoffed, but let the point drop. Brandy spoke up again, looking at the ground. “And… you can’t just pay for everything.” Accepting help had always been hard for her. The first time she’d gone to a food bank, Brandy remembered breaking down in tears, her father’s voice echoing in her head, telling her she just wasn’t working hard enough.

Jenny reached into her jacket for a wallet on a chain. She opened it, and pulled out more cash than Brandy had ever seen at once in her life. And there was definitely still more in there. There had to be at least three thousand dollars in what she pulled out alone! Jenny made an exaggerated show of counting the bills out, giving Brandy a smug look.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can,” Jenny said, stuffing her wallet back in her pocket. “So come on!” With that, she headed off towards the servant’s entrance.

Liz followed behind, planting a quick kiss on Brandy’s cheek. “Come on, cutie. I know the best place for lunch.” They grabbed Brandy’s hand in their own, pulling her forward.

There was a small parking lot in the servants' entrance. Brandy hadn’t really taken note of it when she’d been brought to the mansion, but it made sense. Jenny’s truck was a four-door pickup. Brandy didn’t know much about trucks or cars, but it seemed like this must be a pretty nice one. At the very least, it was well maintained.

Brandy automatically got into the back seat. Liz should get the passenger’s seat, after all, right? But Liz got into the back as well, right beside them.

Jenny climbed into the driver’s seat and turned around to face the two of them. “Now you two kids keep room for the lord,” she snorted, taking a bit too much satisfaction in Liz and Brandy’s blushing faces. “God, you two are so fucking cute. Nah, do whatever you want back there, I don’t give a shit. Just don’t make a mess,” she winked. 

Jenny turned on the CD player as she pulled out of the parking lot. Her choice in music was... questionable, to say the least. It was loud screeching, as far as Brandy and Liz of them were concerned, but Jenny seemed to enjoy banging her head to it and growling with what could be charitably described as the lyrics. Her driving was just as aggressive, and Liz and Brandy kept leaning into each other uncontrollably, which was nice but a little harrowing when Jenny took corners while barely slowing down. It was a relief when they finally arrived at the mall.

The trio walked into the mall, and Jenny immediately took charge. She’d booked all of them appointments for haircuts at the same time, though when she’d had the chance to do that, Brandy couldn’t say. The hairdresser that Brandy ended up with was a woman in her forties with very dark hair that was well-maintained. She took Brandy’s glasses and set them aside in front of the mirror, leaving Brandy’s vision blurred.

“Alright dear, what are we thinking today?” She sounded tired.

“I um… I don’t really know, shorter for sure. It’s been a while since I had a haircut.” 

Liz called over from their chair. “If you like, I think I know what would look good on you!” 

Brandy was relieved that someone had an idea. It saved her the trouble. “Yeah, yeah. Do whatever they suggest,” Brandy agreed. Half an hour later, her hair was cut in a cute bob that framed her face nicely. Jenny and Liz left with essentially the same hairstyles as they’d come in with, just with the split ends cut off, though Liz had their hair spiked with gel.

Jenny had also made an appointment to get her eyebrows done, and offered to pay to have Brandy’s done as well. Well, if Jenny is paying for it... Brandy thought. It had always been one of those luxuries that she tried to make do without, plucking her eyebrows as best she could. What would it be like to have it done professionally? Liz tagged along just to watch, and laughed when Brandy flinched, eyes watering from having the eyebrows ripped out.

“Aw, come on, cutie. I know you’re tougher than that,” they grinned.

It was nice to see herself in the mirror after getting through it all. Her eyebrows had been shaped into a subtle arch, and with the haircut, Brandy thought she actually looked cute. It was… nice, to see the face looking back at her in the mirror. It surprised her, how such little things made such a big difference. She would have to keep doing this, if it looked this good.

The rest of the shopping trip was a blur. Brandy started looking for things in clearance racks, things that were good enough. But Liz would bring her some dress, or a cute top, and say “I want to see you in this.” They had even talked Brandy into wearing an entirely new outfit: a lovely purple dress with cute tan shoes. Brandy’s underwear was the only thing she was still wearing from her original outfit by lunch-time. Jenny had thrown the too-short jeans into the garbage and stuffed the sweater into a bag. Before Brandy knew it, all three of them had their arms filled with her new clothes. So much, all for her...

And then, Jenny had asked to borrow Brandy’s phone, and threw it on the ground, shattering the cracked screen entirely.

“Oh no, I’m so clumsy,” Jenny said, in mock horror. “Guess I’ll have to buy you a new one that actually works.” Though she had to calm herself, and Jenny shouldn’t have done that - it would make it harder to transfer her data - it was hard for Brandy to stay irritated with Jenny, when she knew it was being replaced, but... she still found her mentor exhausting at times. 

After they had exhausted every clothing store in the mall, and replaced Brandy’s phone with something new - and salvaged her data from her broken one. Jenny offered to take the bags all back to the truck, since she was planning to split off of the group anyway. “You kids are great, but I wanna go get some ‘me’ time. Meet me back at the entrance in a couple hours? If something goes wrong, Liz has my number.” 

Liz and Brandy agreed, and Jenny went off on her own way. 

“You know I’m older than her, right?” Liz said once Jenny was out of earshot, rolling their eyes. “She knows it, too. Come on, I’m starving. Let’s get lunch.” 

Brandy loved food courts. It was so amazing, everyone being allowed to just get whatever they wanted, even totally different styles of food, but still sit and eat them together. Liz had grabbed some Chinese dish that had way too many different things mixed up together for Brandy’s tastes, and she had just gotten a few slices of pepperoni pizza.

“So,” Brandy said, but not really sure what to talk about.

“So,” Liz replied, trailing off. They looked at each other, blushed, and looked away. Apparently neither of them had anything to talk about. Their hands found each other on top of the table, and they both blushed. Liz’s thumb idly began making small circles on the side of Brandy’s hand, which was strangely comforting. They sat like that, quietly, occasionally enjoying a bite of food, or a sip of their drinks. They would make eye contact, blush, look away, and repeat the cycle. When their meals were done, they stood up together, Liz holding firmly onto Brandy’s hand. They blinked, wordlessly inviting Brandy closer. They stole a quick kiss from her lips. 

“That was… the first time I’ve been… kissed, like… on the mouth,” Brandy said breathlessly as they pulled apart.

Liz smiled. “Ever?” they asked.

“Well, the first time since I became… me, you know?” Liz nodded in understanding, then kissed her again, reaching a hand around to squeeze Brandy’s ass.

“I want you,” they said.

“Wait… now? I mean, I’m not opposed, but...”.

Liz’s expression allowed for no debate, and they pulled Brandy towards the washrooms, into the ‘family’ room, and locked the door behind them. It was all so fast, Brandy barely had time to react. Not that she didn’t like that... Liz bent Brandy over the counter beside the sink, and quickly pulled Brandy’s new dress up over her back. They pulled her panties down to under her cheeks, just enough to expose her ass to the air. Liz put their hands between Brandy’s thighs, silently encouraging Brandy to spread her legs. For a moment, Brandy stood there, exposed, her head resting on the bathroom counter. Her position was too low to get a glimpse of what Liz was doing in the mirror. Brandy heard an unzipping sound, the sound of Liz digging through their backpack, and then, the sound of a rubber being snapped.

“Perfect,” Liz cooed.

Brandy felt a cool wetness push between her cheeks. That had to be Liz’s fingers - gloved - teasing her asshole, lubing her, and then slipping their middle and ring fingers inside! Brandy gasped as they began firmly thrusting them in and out. Brandy had done this and more to herself, so the size wasn’t surprising or painful, but what was new was how much deeper another person could get, and how incredible it felt. Brandy grabbed the underside of the table to try to steady herself, instinctively pushing her hips back into Liz’s hand. She moaned loudly. Liz pulled Brandy’s hair in response, forcing her into a standing position, her back pressed right against Liz, who was still fucking her ass with one hand. Their free hand covered Brandy’s mouth, holding it shut.

Liz’s voice was a low whisper in her ear. “Quiet, Slut. We don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?” Brandy tried to stifle her moans, but it was futile. And it didn’t help when Liz took the chance to bite down on her exposed shoulder, sucking and growling possessively. That was going to leave a mark. 

Then someone banged on the door, and the two of them froze. They hurriedly scrambled to try to get within a semblance of presentable again. Liz took off the rubber glove and threw it in the waste bin. They washed their hands, tried to get their hair to not look awful, and rushed out the door. A woman with three children, one an infant, was standing there, and she stared daggers at the two of them as she hurried in. . She didn’t say anything, but her opinion of the two of them was quite clear.

“I’m so sorry!” Brandy said weakly as she shut the door, and Liz pulled her by the hand away. Once they’d gotten some distance away, Liz broke down laughing, and Brandy couldn’t help but join.

“That was such a bad idea,” Brandy choked out between giggles.

“Fun, though, right?”

“Well…yeah,” Brandy admitted. It was rather thrilling… Then, Brandy looked down at her new phone, and nearly dropped it in surprise.

“We’re running late!” Brandy realized, and the two of them immediately started sprinting to meet Jenny.

She was leaning against the wall beside the mall’s main doors, not exactly angry, but certainly impatient. Her foot was tapping up and down like a jackhammer, and she kept checking her phone with furrowed brows. When she noticed Liz and Brandy approaching, though, that quickly faded into a look of wicked amusement.

“You got a little something there,” Jenny smirked, pointing to Brandy’s neck. Brandy flushed red, looking at the ground.

When they got back to the mansion, the sun was setting, giving the grounds a deep orange cast. Jenny and Liz helped Brandy with all the bags of clothes and makeup they had bought for her, so the three of them all had their arms full as they walked down through the halls of the mansion. 

Jasmine, unusually, happened to be walking through the halls of the servant’s quarters. The three met eyes, shrugging, as they heard the distinctive clicking of her heels long before she was in sight. Then, she rounded the corner.

“Stop.”

“Yes, Mistress,” all three of them said in unison. Jasmine nodded appreciatively, smiling slightly. Somehow, even though Jenny had a couple inches on their Mistress thanks to her boots, it still felt like Jasmine towered over all of them. Her eyes narrowed at Jenny’s shirt, and she raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more. Jasmine’s eyes then flickered to Brandy. She reached out with her hand, tucking some of Brandy’s hair behind her right ear, then delicately tracing across Brandy’s cheek with her manicured nail as she did so. Brandy was left dumbfounded.

“Your presentation is much improved,” Jasmine said simply, then continued on her way without so much as another word.

Once Jasmine was out of earshot, Liz turned to Brandy, eyes wide. “Why do they give you so much attention?” they whispered, stunned.

Brandy shrugged. “No idea.” 

“Be careful with how much of their interest you attract,” Jenny warned, an edge to her voice. She refused to elaborate further. It reminded Brandy of Jenny’s outburst, back on her first day. 

When they got to Brandy’s room, for a moment, Brandy thought they had accidentally walked into someone else’s room. It couldn’t be hers. It was too big, too grand, too... But, no. The bedsheets were her favorite shade of purple, her aged stuffed moose carefully placed on top of all the new bedding. A small TV was set in the wall, and the remote was sitting on the bedside table. There was an ornate full-length mirror in one corner of the room.

Neither Jenny or Liz seemed surprised by this. Had getting her out of the mansion been for this surprise? Well, either way, they still had to put down the bags. Brandy placed hers on the bed, and the others followed suit. 

Brandy opened the bedside table to put her phone away, but was taken aback by what was there. It wasn’t like anything was missing. It still had all the mementos she’d accumulated in her time at the mansion so far. The letter that had come with her uniforms, the pin she’d worn when under consideration. But there was also something new. Something she’d asked for, but thought she’d scratched out. A picture frame. A photo of Jasmine, standing behind a seated Diana, one hand gently, but protectively resting on her Highness’s shoulder. It was perfectly framed, like it had been taken for a magazine, or for a private portrait. Brandy quickly shut the drawer before Jenny or Liz noticed.

It took a good part of the evening to put away everything, and Liz and Jenny left after the clothing was finally put away, exhausted but smiling. Collapsing into her bed, Brandy scrolled aimlessly through her phone, awed by how crisp and clear all the images were. She was used to the older models, and even then, viewing the images through cracks. And the ease of it all! Being able to actually type something in on the first try, without the frustration of having to hit the same spot over and over again to see something new… It was strange, but wonderful. As the exhaustion overcame her too, and Brandy started feeling like it was time to rest, she pulled the photo out, kissing it softly. 

“Goodnight, Mistress. Goodnight, Your Highness,” she whispered, hiding the picture away again.