Maxine lives a crazy double life. A matron of high society by day, and the heir to an esoteric cult by night.
Topics Include: Gender fluidity, Gender experimentation, esoteric spookiness.
"Your father has requested your company this evening." Spoke Maxine's mother, after dabbing her lips with a silk serviette to remove any oily residue from dinner.
She set the now soiled fabric square onto her empty plate and set it all aside with well rehearsed movements.
The servant waiting on her nearby then picked up the discarded plate from the table with a gentle bow of his head. Whisking off to the kitchens to return it as another servant took her place by the woman's side.
"Yes mother, thank you." Replied Maxine, dressed to the nines in a floor-length gown with large black and white stripes of colour blocking in her petite shape. She too set her plate aside, with a servant of her own doing much the same song and dance as the ones tending to her mother.
The young woman shrugged her shoulders shyly, running fingers through her long blonde wavy hair and mouthed a 'thank you' to the servant as he hurried off with the plate.
"Don't hunch, darling." Her mother spoke.
"Sorry, mother." Maxine straightened up in her seat. She looked to her clear place setting, as she bowed her head slightly. "May I be excused?"
"You may, take care dear." Her mother replied.
Maxine waited for a servant to pull out her chair so she could leave and get ready for the evening with her father.
Absconding to her room, after closing and locking her door is when her transformation began.
She lifted a hand to tease her fingers at the base of her hair along her forehead. Finding a lip of fabric and tugging gently, it was a wig. Those luscious wavy blonde locks of hers were a wig, that she removed carefully, revealing a much shorter, boyish cut of the same shade of blonde hair.
She moved to the far side of her room now. One hand held the wig, as the other opened her closet door. Then both carefully placed the wig on a head form sitting on one of the shelves inside.
While the doors were open, she shimmied out of her dress, letting the fabric fall down around her in a ring on the floor. Then proceeded to remove her undergarments as well.
While most would hurry to clothe themselves again, instead she stood nude in front of her wardrobe for a few moments. This was her in between, her rebirth ritual as she stepped foot into either world she lived in.
She contemplated her outfit for the evening, and got to work. The undergarments consisted of a tight fitting top, binding her chest flat, an additional undershirt, and underwear with a bulge of extra padding on the front she'd sown in herself, to fill out the crotch of masculine pants more convincingly.
Next the trousers, black chinos for the evening.
Then a white dress shirt and a dark navy button-up vest to further hide the more feminine curves underneath.
Then finishing it off with a silver tie and black loafers.
Once the outfit was suitably finished, the human chameleon put away their discarded clothes to be washed, and made their way to the vanity for the last final steps.
From outside looking in, it would probably seem redundant to remove makeup just to put it back on. But this was what it took to really sell the deception.
With time and care, the perfect porcelain face of hers was removed. Then with clever contouring, a more square jaw here, a wider nose there, lowered brows, lastly flecks and blemishes, all completed his more 'natural' and masculine look.
A quick fix of his hair and he was ready to go.
Where Maxine had entered, out of the bedroom now emerged Max.
With no audience to applaud his transformation, he empowered himself with a few mental mantras "you're the young man of the house, handsome and happy, you are the heir to your father's name. You are a studious young lad, able and eager to take on the responsibilities laid upon you."
He muttered these phrases and others similar to keep up his confidence, as well as shift his voice range to something more convincingly masculine.