35: Homecoming - II

Eliza, the staunch presence of the Walker mansion, stood in Mark's room. With a resigned sigh, she approached Mark, the consequence of Agatha's misguided idea of upbringing.

Her gaze lingered on Mark, sprawled across the bed, a stark reminder of the regrets she had in life.

Memories of days gone flooded her mind, each one a bitter reminder of the relationship she shared with Mark's father.

Eliza became a personal maid in the Walker mansion under Mark's father when both of them were just kids. Despite acknowledging the impropriety of her feelings, she found herself harbouring affection for him only to be f!orced to give it up.

Her disdain for Mark and the uncanny resemblance Mark bore to his mother only fueled her bitterness. As she witnessed Mark's growth under Agatha's free control, she couldn't escape the disappointment that weighed heavily on her heart.

Even within the confines of the mansion, Mark's behaviour towards the maids was abhorrent: engaging in groping and misbehaving; trying to get a perverse reaction out of them.

If he or his invited friends weren't satisfied with the performance he didn't think twice to hurl cutleries or beverages at them, coercing them to basically massage his feet else repeatedly redo their work just as he felt to assert dominance.

Once, even going as far as stealing some of the maids' clothes during their baths, just to satisfy his perverted fantasy of watching the women squirm to find clothes to cover themselves with.

It was one of the main reasons that made her limit the number of maids that attended him.

Eliza, mindful not to wake him up, gently removed the soiled socks and began to delicately apply ointment and bandages to his feet and knees.

As she tended to his wounds, she couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in his appearance. Though she was notified by Kate ahead of time, she had just brushed it off as one of Mark's new crazy pranks.

But contrary to what she expected, Mark was every word of what Kate had informed them to be.

His legs now smooth, were completely hairless, skin much clearer and soft, causing her to reevaluate the young master who had returned back. His demeanour, once brash and defiant, now showed a sense of vulnerability.

Upon a closer look, Eliza soon noticed something poking out from his panties.

She slowly leaned forward to touch it, only to feel something hard. Driven by curiosity, she carefully slid down his panties, removing them.

Eliza was taken aback by the unexpected realization of Mark's plump and round butt. Though not excessively large, they appeared somewhat disproportionate for a boy of his age.

"Could this be why the young master always wore baggy clothes? Hm..."

*GASP*

"Is that a sex toy stuffed in his butt?"

Intrigued, Eliza continued to inspect his body, only to discover hickies scattered across his back and neck under his top, causing her to accidentally wake him up.

"KYAA!! What are you doing?" Mark screamed, his voice laced with panic as he scrambled away from Eliza. Startled, he shifted his tone to a lower pitch, attempting to regain composure. "What are you doing in my room?"

Eliza, unfazed by his outburst, maintained her composure. "The lady wanted me to check in on your wounds," she replied calmly, her eyes fixed on Mark's tense form.

*TSSK*

"Fine. Leave now," Mark retorted with irritation, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

Gathering the medkit, Eliza hesitated before leaving, her gaze lingering on Mark. "Young master, I apologise, young miss," she began, her tone cautious. "The lady mentioned you were... transitioning. Is that true? Do you want to be a girl?"

"NO!! I am not a girl and I don't want to be one either," Mark snapped. "It's all because of those stupid bitches!"

As the anger subsided from his outburst, Mark found himself grappling with uncertainty.

Following Sarah's forceful advice, he had previously decided to follow along with her lie to convince Kate and find a chance to win back Agatha's favour. But with each passing minute, the weight of his deception grew heavier, and the facade became harder to maintain.

There were so many times he had lied to Agatha before, but he somehow got a strange sense that he should swiftly divert away from this lie with another before he sank any further.

Admitting the truth now would jeopardize not only Mark's standing but also his very place in the mansion. He had already been seen dressed as a girl in front of the household staff and his mother, Agatha. And the added humiliation of being caught with Luke while dressed in compromising attire only intensified his fear and shame.

'I just have to come up with another lie to cover this one. Until then I just have to pretend to be a girl while not actually liking anything girly. And then somehow convince them it was all a mistake.' Mark nervously thought.

"Just forget what I said. I-I was just a little worn down by the trip. Anyway, why am I explaining this to you? Shoo, Leave!" Mark once again waved his hand, planting his face on the pillow.

With suspicion, Eliza exited the room, her thoughts consumed by what Mark said. She was fully convinced there was more to his story than what he let on.

As Eliza closed the door behind her, she crossed paths with a junior maid who stood waiting outside the door. Without hesitation, she handed over the pink panties and socks that she still held tightly in her hand.

"Throw these in the wash," she instructed firmly. "I need to have a word with Kate.."

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Dusk descended as Mark reluctantly woke up from his slumber.

The pleasant symphony of chirping birds only sounded annoying as he dragged himself towards the balcony.

The fading sun cast a shimmering light upon the much familiar car parked outside, a black F8 spyder, belonging to his sister.

Unlike with Evan, he wasn't able to hold a candle in front of Alice, his elder sister, who resembled their father.

Resentment simmered as he recalled the act of re!venge against his sister when she exposed his misdeeds in front of the family — keying the very same car from one end to the other.

"Of course, that bi!tch is here too," Mark muttered with disdain.

*KNOCK K-NOCK*

A hesitant knock echoed through the silence, disrupting his brooding thought.

"Young mast-miss, the lady requests your presence in the drawing hall," a timid voice came from the door.

"Fine!" Mark snapped in irritation.

With languid steps, he ambled towards the walk-in wardrobe, only to be met with a baffling sight. None of his old shirts and coats were there; instead dresses and women's tops filled the rack.

"What the hell?!" Mark's voice reverberated in disbelief.

Frantically, he searched every rack and drawer, his frustration mounting with each time.

"Hey! Maid! Get in here!" Mark's demand echoed through the room.

Silence greeted his call, fueling his anger.

"I SAID BITCH, COME OVER HERE!" Mark shouted.

Resolute, he slipped into a pair of crimson fluffy slippers that he could find and marched out, intent on confronting the maid and teaching her manners.

As he traversed the hallway in search of the attendants, his course unintentionally intersected with the drawing hall, where his family sat.

"Where's the maid...?" Mark's voice trailed off as he beheld the scene before him.

Agatha, Alice, and Evan who sat on the sofa talking paused, their eyes now fixed on him.

"Mia, come here. I was just about to talk about you," Agatha gently called.

"Mia?" Alice's disbelief was palpable.

Finding the uncanny resemblance between them, Alice stood up, approaching the cutely dressed girl to get a closer look.

She couldn't believe her eyes. The girl who stood in front of her so nervously looked so much like her. Unlike her two younger siblings, Alice and her father were the only people in the family to have dark black hair.

"Did Dad cheat on you, Mom? Is this why we're here?" Alice's voice trembled.

"With your hair dyed black, you two look so much alike," Agatha remarked looking at her daughters, picking up on Alice's silent musings. "And just to clarify, your father didn't betray me. But there's something important you need to know about your brother," Agatha continued, her voice carrying a weight of seriousness.

"Madam, my apologies for the interruption, but dinner is ready to be served," Eliza interjected respectfully.

"Ah, perfect timing. Why don't we continue our conversation over dinner? I'm sure there's much to discuss," Agatha suggested.

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Under the intense scrutiny of his siblings, Mark silently followed behind Agatha, to the dining table.

As they approached the large table, beautifully set, Agatha took her place at the head. Opposite Mark, Alice and Evan settled into their seats, their expressions guarded.

With practised efficiency, the maids assisted each family member to their designated seats, their movements silent and respectful.

As Eliza pulled a chair out for him, Mark quietly settled onto the hard wooden seat. A sudden realization jolted him as he sat down, prompting him to slide his hands under his skirt in search of something he distinctly remembered wearing, causing a flush of embarrassment to colour his cheeks.

'Where is it? Did I forget to wear panties? No, I had them on when Kate... Then, did I take them off before I slept?' Mark wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. He turned to glance behind him, and only one person came to mind as he pondered who could have done something.

Somehow seeing the same old robotic smile plastered on Eliza's face gave him a sense of unease. Her expression made it difficult for him to read.

Hastily readjusting his skirt, Mark tried to regain his composure, but his feminine actions did not escape the notice of those around him, including the maids.

Feeling the discomfort of the hard chair pressing against his anal toy, Mark shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself.

Mistaking his fidgeting for nervousness, Agatha took it upon herself to explain the situation to Alice and Evan.

However, their sceptical gazes remained fixed on Mark, unconvinced by Agatha's words. Evan resumed eating without saying a word, while Alice scoffed at her mother's explanation.

"So you're saying he was acting all spoiled because he was jealous of others getting to live their lives? Come on, Mom, does that even make any sense?" Alice challenged, her tone dripping with disbelief.

"It is what it is. You can see how she is seated right now," Agatha replied.

Alice's glare bore into Mark, making him inadvertently droop his head down and silently continue his meal. She was already fed up with Mark. But his latest escapade managed to irk her even more.

"So all the snobbish things you've done to me, Evan, and others was all because of this?" Alice interrogated, not allowing him to escape.

'If I answer no, then I'll be humiliated and kicked out. But if I answer yes...'

"Y-yes," Mark stammered in response, hoping his sister would leave the subject sooner.

Alice's disbelief only seemed to grow stronger instead. "So you ripped my prom dress because you wanted to wear it?" she continued, her tone laced with incredulity.

Caught off guard, Mark resorted to playing the victim card. If he could somehow start over with a clean slate, then it didn't seem like such a bad deal.

'I just have to play along with it for some time then just say it was all just a phase or because of some weird LGBTQ propaganda at uni or something.' Mark built up a plan.

"Yes...," he softly answered, swallowing nervously, hoping he made the right choice.

His sister's questions kept coming, each one like a dagger aimed at him. "So the reason you threw away all my childhood dolls was because you wanted them?" Alice pressed on, her frustration evident.

Mark felt his throat tighten hearing the accusation. "Yes," he answered, his voice barely audible.

"And the reason you decided to sabotage my ballet practices when we were kids was because you wanted to join?" Alice demanded, her voice rising with anger.

Mark could only nod in response, unable to meet Alice's gaze and feeling the weight of shame bearing down on him.

"So the reason you burnt all my ex-boyfriend's letters and gifts was because you liked him?" Alice's voice was filled with rage.

"I-I... I.."

"Honey, I think you are getting too emotional. She is sorry. Right, Mia?"

"I'm sorry...," Mark whispered. His heart sank as he was f!orced to accept the ridiculous accusations.

The tension in the air thickened as Alice continued to scrutinize Mark.

"... Hmm... but somehow I think his actions are now starting to make some sense," Eliza interjected, breaking the uneasy silence.

Hoping there was someone to support Mia, Agatha encouraged Eliza to continue, eager for any insight into her child's behaviour.

"Madam, it's a little sensitive," Eliza hesitated, acting unsure if it was all suitable to disclose now.

"It's fine, all of us here had failed to understand Mia once before. I don't want things to continue like this anymore. For whatever she did earlier, I am sure she is ready to own up to her mistakes and make up for it." Agatha reassured.

Seeing her child's pale face, Agatha reached out for Mark's hand, offering a comforting squeeze.

"It's okay." She silently mouthed words of encouragement.

"Alright, go on Eliza," Agatha prompted, urging the maid to continue despite the sensitivity of the topic.

"Well, the young miss used to steal the maid's clothes whenever they went for their baths...," she confessed, her tone apologetic yet revealing.

The room fell silent as Agatha absorbed the shocking revelation. Mark's heart sank as he saw disappointment flicker in his mother's eyes.

He never imagined that Eliza or any of the other maids would dare to defy him, especially after he had made an example of one of them the last time they disobeyed him.

"If I knew the young miss wanted to wear the maid uniform so much, I would've secretly gotten it tailored," Eliza admitted, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and remorse.

The air quickly grew heavy with contempt from all the maids in the hall directed at Mark. He could feel the previous soft, comfortable grip, tighten and harden.

*GULP*

However, Eliza's revelations didn't end there, as she continued to peel back the layers of Mark's hidden self. "Not to mention all the scanty lingerie and dresses the young miss 'pretended' to buy for her ex-girlfriends. Oh and the number of Playboy and erotic magazines that were hidden under the bed and at the far end of the drawers," she added, her tone sympathetic yet firm. "The young miss must've been so embarrassed to buy women's fashion magazines and then had to go through such obscene magazines. I just hope her taste in fashion hasn't become too immoral."

Mark's cheeks burned with humiliation as Eliza's words washed over him.

"... Alice, Eliza, and all the staff here, I am truly sorry. It was all my fault for letting things go so far."

"Mom, it's not-"

"But, I don't think an apology is enough to undo all the wrongs she did. So Mia, how will you make it up to them?" Agatha's grip tightened on his hand, her expression firm.

"I - Mom.. what?"

"Okay, starting today, Mia will work as a junior maid in the mansion, while she tries to earn forgiveness and respect from all of you. She will be subordinate to all the maids here."

"Mom, I apologize for everything, but this is unreasonable. How can I work as a mere maid? I am meant for more than this."

"This is your punishment. And what do you mean by a mere maid? Every job has respect. Until you regain forgiveness from everyone in this room and learn that, you will serve as a maid."

"What? What about uni?"

"I'll speak to the dean and arrange for your leave to be extended. And if your boyfriend is so eager to see you, he can come visit. Is that clear?"

Mark swallowed hard, realizing his mother had figured out what he was doing with Luke.

"Eliza, have a new uniform tailored for her."

"I've already provided the measurements to the tailor." Eliza gently smiled and bowed.

"??"

"Oh, I intended to gift it to her as a surprise."

*HICCUP*

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Same time, at uni dorm...

As Mark left, Sarah began to feel a wave of loneliness wash over her.

She leapt onto the large bed, inadvertently inhaling Mark's lingering scent on the bedcover.

"I wonder if she's thinking about me..."

Unlocking her phone, she navigated to the photo gallery, scrolling through pictures of them together and Mark's solo photos she had collected for leverage.

"It's strange. I used to want to keep my distance and stay hidden from him. But now... what's wrong with me? This is just for payback..."

As she closed the gallery app to set her phone aside, another app icon quickly caught her eye.

Mesmerized, Sarah opened the anal toy app and checked the status: "Plugged."

"At least she hasn't forgotten the rules yet. Wonder what she's doing now..."

With a mischievous grin, Sarah activated the anal vibrator and set it to the maximum level for a 30-second burst.

"Hehe, I wonder if she came."