Felix to Felicia Ch 04 : Serve the Guest (Patreon)

Felix had gradually become accustomed to his new life as Felicia. The rigorous training and hormone therapy had transformed his body in ways he couldn’t ignore. Every morning, as he prepared for the day, he would stand in front of the full-length mirror in his small, sparsely furnished room, scrutinising the changes in his reflection.

he noticed just how small and delicate his frame had become. His once broad shoulders had narrowed, and his muscles had softened. His body, once sturdy and masculine, now had a slight, almost dainty appearance. He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the small but undeniable swell of his budding breasts. They were sensitive to the touch, sending shivers through his body with even the lightest brush of his fingers.



Felix frowned, puzzled by the changes. "It's strange" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the silent room. He turned slightly, examining the curve of his hips and the roundness of his bottom. His skin was remarkably smooth, almost velvety, without a trace of the roughness it once had.

As he ran his hands over his arms and legs, he marvelled at the softness of his skin. "It must be the food and good quality soap they give us," he muttered, trying to rationalise the drastic alterations. "Everything here is designed to make us look and feel better. That’s all it is, right? Just the food and soap."

He touched his face, feeling the softness of his cheeks and the gentle curve of his jawline. Even his facial features seemed softer, more feminine. "Who am I kidding?" he sighed, accepting the reality of his situation.

He turned away from the mirror and began to dress, pulling on the standard maid uniform that had become his daily attire. As he fastened the buttons and adjusted the skirt, he couldn't help but notice how the clothes fit his new body perfectly, emphasising his curves and slender figure. "I guess I really do look like a maid now," he said to himself, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, Felix finished adjusting his maid uniform in the mirror. He meticulously smoothed out any wrinkles and ensured his apron was tied perfectly. Alexa was already dressed, sitting at the vanity and applying a final touch of makeup.

Their routine was abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Nurse Clara. She walked in with her usual tray of syringes, her expression impassive. "Good morning, girls. Time for your vitamin shots," she announced, her voice carrying a hint of authority.

Felix felt a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He nodded obediently, rolling up his sleeve as Nurse Clara approached. Alexa, on the other hand, chuckled softly, a knowing glint in her eyes. She caught Felix's curious glance and gave a slight shake of her head, as if to say, "You'll understand soon enough."

Nurse Clara swabbed Felix's arm with an alcohol pad and deftly injected the clear liquid. Felix winced slightly at the sting but remained silent, his mind racing with the same unanswered questions. "Just vitamins," he repeated to himself, trying to push away the nagging doubt.

When it was Alexa's turn, she presented her arm with practised ease. Nurse Clara administered the shot, and Alexa barely flinched. As the nurse packed up her tray, Alexa's chuckle turned into a soft laugh. "Thank you, Nurse," she said sweetly.

Nurse Clara nodded, giving both of them a curt reminder, "Remember, these shots are for your well-being. They help keep you in top shape for your duties." With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the nurse was out of earshot, Felix turned to Alexa, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What’s so funny about these shots?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and concern.

Alexa's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, Felicia, it's just that these 'vitamins' are a bit more than that," she said, her tone light but laced with an underlying truth. "They’re part of what helps us become the perfect maids. You'll understand more as time goes on."

Felix's frown deepened, but before he could press further, Alexa stood up, smoothing down her skirt with a practised hand. "I have to go serve a guest now," she said, her voice shifting back to its usual composed and compliant tone.

She gave a graceful curtsy, a gesture that had become second nature to her. "Have a good day, Felicia. Try not to worry too much," she added with a reassuring smile.

Felix watched as Alexa exited the room, the door clicking softly behind her. Left alone with his thoughts, he couldn't help but glance at his reflection in the mirror. The changes in his body were undeniable – smoother skin, small but noticeable breasts, and a slimmer, more delicate frame. "What are they really doing to us?" he whispered to himself, the sense of unease growing stronger.

He sighed and shook his head, deciding to push the troubling thoughts aside for now. With a final adjustment to his uniform, he prepared himself for the day's duties, knowing that questioning the routine would only bring more trouble. As he left the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to his transformation than he had been told.

Throughout the day, as he went about his chores, he became increasingly aware of his transformed body. Every movement, every brush of fabric against his skin, reminded him of how much he had changed. His breasts, though small, were sensitive, and he had to be careful not to bump into anything. His smooth skin made even the lightest touch feel more pronounced, and he found himself shivering at the slightest breeze. "I have to get used to this," he thought, trying to focus on his tasks.

Despite these changes, Felix tried to focus on his tasks. He had become skilled at household chores, cleaning, washing, and performing other domestic duties with a proficiency that surprised even him. He worked diligently, hoping to avoid any further punishment or humiliation. "Just keep your head down, Felix," he reminded himself. "Do what they ask, and maybe things will get better."

But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the reality of his transformed body was always there, a constant reminder of his new identity. As he finished his chores for the day and returned to his room, he took one last look in the mirror, acknowledging the truth he had been trying to deny. "I’m a good maid," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "I’m a good maid. This is who I am."

He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather his strength. "I can do this," he said, his voice trembling.

Felicia was diligently dusting the ornate shelves in the grand living room when she heard the authoritative voice of the headmaid calling from across the room. "Felicia! Come here at once."

Felix, now embracing his new identity as Felicia and its common for him to pronounce as she/her, She hurried over, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. She curtsy before the headmaid, her eyes downcast in a display of submissive obedience.

"Yes, ma'am?" Felicia responded, trying to keep her voice steady.

The headmaid gave a curt nod of approval before speaking. "Felicia, it is time for you to learn how to serve our guests. Today, you will be attending our special guests Mr. White and Mr. James. They are very important, and you must ensure their complete satisfaction at all costs."

Felicia's stomach churned at the implications of the headmaid's words, but she nodded obediently. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

"Good," the headmaid said, her tone brooking no argument. "Now, follow me."

Felicia followed the headmaid to a lavishly decorated guest room. Inside, two imposing men sat on plush armchairs, engaged in conversation. They both looked up as Felicia entered, their gazes appraising her.

"Mr. White, Mr. James, this is Felicia," the headmaid introduced her. "She will be attending to your needs this evening."

Felicia swallowed hard and stepped forward, offering a polite curtsy. "Good evening, sirs. May I serve you some coffee?"

Mr. White, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence, nodded. "Yes, please. Black, no sugar."

Mr. James, equally intimidating with a sharp gaze and a confident smirk, added, "I'll take mine with a splash of cream."

Felicia quickly prepared their coffee, her hands shaking slightly as she placed the delicate cups on the table before them. She felt their eyes on her, scrutinising every move she made.

As she served the coffee, Mr. James leaned back in his chair and studied her. "You're quite a cute one, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Felicia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she forced a polite smile. "Thank you, sir."

Mr. James's expression grew more serious. "Why don't you come over here, Felicia? I have something else in mind for you."

A wave of dread washed over her, but she knew she couldn't refuse. The consequences of defiance were too severe. She glanced nervously at the headmaid, who gave a slight nod of approval.

With hesitant steps, Felicia approached Mr. James. He reached out and gently but firmly pulled her closer. "Now, Felicia," he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone, "I want you to show me how good you are with your mouth."

Felicia's heart raced, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She had never been in such a situation before, and the thought of what was being asked of her filled her with dread. But the fear of punishment was stronger.

"Y-Yes, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. James unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing himself. Felicia's eyes widened in shock at the size and girth of his manhood. She had never seen anything like it before.

"Go on," Mr. James urged. "Don't keep me waiting."

With trembling hands, Felicia reached out and tentatively held him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his skin, and felt a mix of disgust and resignation. "I have to do this," she told herself, trying to summon the courage to continue.

She kissed the tip, feeling the warmth and hardness. Mr. James let out a low moan of approval. "That's it, Felicia. Now, suck."

Felicia closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what she was doing. She took him into her mouth, moving slowly and uncertainly. Mr. James's moans grew louder, and she could feel his penis growing even harder inside her mouth.



Suddenly, she felt a sharp smack on her buttocks. She gasped, nearly choking, and glanced back to see Mr. White standing behind her, his expression one of lust and dominance. "Don't stop," he growled, "keep going."

Felicia's mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion, but she obeyed, continuing to pleasure Mr. James as best she could. She felt Mr. White's hands on her hips, pulling her back towards him. The realisation of what was about to happen made her stomach drop.

"No, please," she thought, but the words never made it past her lips.

Mr. James tightened his grip on her head, guiding her movements. "Just focus on me," he commanded. "Do a good job, and this will be over soon."

Felicia tried to concentrate, but she couldn't ignore the sensation of Mr. White positioning himself behind her. She felt him press against her, and then, with a swift and painful thrust, he entered her. The pain was excruciating, and tears streamed down her face.

As Mr. White's forceful thrusts sent waves of excruciating pain through Felicia's body, she felt a sharp, searing sensation, accompanied by a rush of warm liquid dripping down her thighs. In the midst of her agony, Mr. White's voice cut through the air, his words ringing with a disturbing mix of triumph and sadism.

"Look at this," he announced, his voice laced with a sickening glee. "Our little Felicia is a virgin."

Felicia's heart sank at his words, her mind reeling from the cruel revelation. She couldn't bear to comprehend what he was saying, but the evidence was unmistakable—the blood that stained Mr. White's fingers, proof of her violated innocence.

She was trapped between them, unable to escape. Mr. James's pleasure grew, and he thrust deeper into her mouth, while Mr. White moved with relentless force behind her. The room filled with the sounds of their satisfaction and her muffled cries.

Finally, Mr. James let out a deep groan. "I'm going to cum," he warned, and before Felicia could react, he released into her mouth. She gagged, the salty taste overwhelming her senses.

"Swallow it," he demanded, his voice firm.

With no other choice, Felicia obeyed, swallowing the bitter fluid as tears continued to fall. Almost simultaneously, she felt Mr. White reach his climax, filling her with a searing pain and a sense of utter violation.

When they were finished, they released her, and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. The headmaid watched impassively, showing no sympathy.

"Clean yourself up, Felicia," she ordered. "And remember, this is just the beginning of your training."