A Happy Redneck Maid

The man's claim of beauty was not readily visible to the spectral Victoria. The past day had been one of terror. Not to mention the very recent ordeal of reliving some of her most formative memories, very few of which gave the impression that she was molded with love or care. Now she was facing a barren field of dirt.

The inherit beauty of the hideous wasteland was further brought into doubt by a trashy mobile home propped up on concrete blocks, blighting the scene. There was some kind of big mangy mutt chained up to a metal spike on the front front law and a you child standing before the scene in a hand-me-down Minnie mouse shirt, a saggy diaper, and a single sock. Her blonde hair singled her as the progenitor of Victoria's new life, and she was getting the feeling it was not getting off to a good start.

"What the fuck is this?" Victoria raged at the image of American poverty. "I've never been here in my life. That isn't me?"

The man just shrugged his shoulders.

"Princess!"

Victoria had a supreme feeling of strangeness crawl down her spine at the sound of her father's voice.

The scene turned and the pair saw Victoria's father in a mechanic's jumpsuit running towards his daughter, lifting up over head head, and spinning with the laughing girl, as the dog barked along excitedly.

"Daddy!" Young Victoria sang along, as the pair entered the trailer together happy as could be.

The man nodded his head in understanding. "You once thought that your family's wealth and standing is what made you a princess, but now we see if we stripped everything away from you. The true treasure of that original memory was not the house, but the love you and your father shared."

"No no no!" Victoria stomped her foot. "That can't be true. Fucking look at this place. How could anybody be happy? We're poor!"

"Well it helps that you were born poor, and don't know what you're missing. But with your father working normal hours I expect the two of you got to spend a lot more time together, and without an army of servants they had to raise you themselves. What would a child give up to spend more time with their absentee parents?"

"Everything." Victoria said quietly as the trailer vanished from their sights.

As the next scene loaded Victoria got a strange look on her face, and then started slapping at her head. "What is it?" The man asked.

"No no no! I cain't remember wut the old memories was." Her voice suddenly had a noticeable drawl. Frankly she sounded like trailer trash now.

"It's not healthy to live your life based of multiple sets of memories."

"Well it sure as fuckin' hell ain't healthy to live yer life based offa fake one neither."

Ouch. As an English major her new syntax was hurting his ears. "Well let's talk about that later."

The next scene finishes loading in, and we're back to the Babitch School For Young Ladies, except it's now The Banitch School For Servile Ladies. A beat up station wagon with some sick wooden paneling sputters up the the gates of the school, travel rack latched with luggage.

"Why is this the next memory? What about my younger ones?"

The man shrugs. "The worm works in mysterious ways."

"WHAT WORM?"

"Look you're hugging your dad."

"Huh?" She swivled her head and saw both her parents out on the sidewalk with her giving her a hug. That was a change. When her mom sent her off to Boarding School her dad was already gone. Not to mention her mother had gained about a hundred pounds, and was wearing an American flag tank top rather than a dress.

"Daddy, Mama you guys are the best."

Her two parents have tears in their eyes. "We just want you to have a better life Princess. All those double shifts, and scraping have been worth it. You're gonna get a good job, and work in some real nice places, thanks to this school."

Her Mom nods in agreement. "I heard some maids that graduate from here, have gone on to serve in the white house."

"I cain't wait to get started!" Victoria drawls and hugs them both, and then just before she let's them go, she squeezes their them twice as hard. "When will I see ya'll again?"

Her mom bends down. "Well we'll be right here to pick you up for winter break."

"And we'll call ya every week." Her Dad agrees.

"And send you lost of care packages."

"We love you Vicky."

The astral Victoria stomps her feet again. "No no no! Stop it. I didn't go to some boarding school for maids, that's fucking stupid! That doesn't even make sense. And my dad was already gone by this point, and I'd already hurt Carmen. This makes it look like going to boarding school was the start of some big beautiful life!"

"And you're mad? That instead your loving parents worked hard to make sure you'd have a better life than them? And that they'll actually continue being your parents for the next four years, and not just abandon you to the staff."

"You can dress your frilly bullshit up however you want. That doesn't change the fact that you're trying to make my life worse. You're going to make me into a fucking maid?"

"Did you see my room?"

"They have services!"

"Did you see my apartment?"

"Fair. You're almost as poor at my parents."

Sick burn. The man who was leading her though this hid is smile at her comment. She'd already forgotten she was the child of privilege to two rich schmucks.

"Well let's see what kind of student you were at the academy? Eh? Maybe you were awful and I don't want to hire you. Which would be hilarious because like, what's the point then ya know?"

Back in the Cafeteria we see the girl Victoria had been bullying eating a batch of snickerdoodles. Victoria or 'Vicky' as she was known in this world was in a maids outfit along with every other student in the school. She was on her knees and urgently polishing the Mary Janes of her former victim. "How are the the cookies ma'am baked to perfection?" She looks up at her fellow student like a puppy.

"Yes Vicky, they're delicious."

"And how are your shoes ma'am do they meet your expectations?"

"Yes Vicky, I can see my reflection in them."

"How is your maid Ma'am? Does she please you?"

"Yes Vicky, you're a very good girl."

Eighteen year old Vicky was red, and panting at the complements of the heavier girl. "Is there anything else your maid can do to please you ma'am?"

The other woman thought about this, and as she did she put a cookie in Vicky's mouth for her to enjoy. "How about next week, when we're supposed to switch positions and I serve you, how about we just keep the same positions we're in now. Does that sound good Vicky?"

"Yes ma'am." Vicky nods eagerly. "I love serving you ma'am."

"Good."

"Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Will you allow your maid to go to the bathroom ma'am?"

"Yes Vicky, you may go."

"Thank you ma'am!"

The two ghosts watch the eager young maid run to the bathroom so she can frick herself in the stall.

Victoria looks woozy. "I remember this alright. Becky was so cute, and plump and commandin'. I just felt like I had such a purpose when I was serving her, and it made me all randy. What're gonna change about it?"

The male ghost nods his head. "You're right. There's nothing that needs changing. I didn't know what a natural maid you were."

Victoria blushed. "Well thank you. I graduated top of my class I'll have you know."

"And after graduation you went on to get a job." The scene changes to take place in Victoria's old mansion.

"Golly." Victoria seems nothing but impressed by the opulence of the place. "Who needs a place this big?"

"No one." #70%incometax.

Victoria's new memory has her dressed up like a maid, and dusting the halls of her former house alongside Carmen. In this memory Victoria is the same age as Carmen who is still a few years older than Victoria is now post college. A similar scene as before plays out. A little girl comes in, knocks over a vase, and Carmen gets chewed out by the owner.

This is when Vicky takes Carmen aside and asks why she would take such **** from the owner.

Carmen smiles, and it's clear her face holds a great amount of fondness for Vicky. Whatever motherly affection the maid had for Victoria as a child has clearly morphed into a friendship in this reality. "It's because the people we serve are better than us. I wouldn't want to see that little girl get in trouble when I could take the punishment instead. It's a maid's job and privilege to serve her betters, and happily take whatever praise or **** they throw her way without complaint or thought."

Vicky natural has a negative reaction to this unnatural, inhuman, and frankly evil opinion. Even the man seems uncomfortable watching this class warfare propaganda go on before his eyes, at his direction. But boners are powerful things, and allow for all sorts of bizarre things to happen without complaint. Annalingus, as an example. "They ain't any better than us Carmen. They're just people."

"They are better." Carmen insisted. "You're white trash Vicky. You wouldn't be anything without a master or mistress to take care of you. Just some trailer park whore like your mother. You and I are lucky that we get to serve our betters, and you should remember that."

Victoria the ghost nods her head at the remembered speech. "I was always so thankful to Carmen for givin' me that speech. She really helped me realized that being a maid wasn't just a job, but a calling. I didn't work for them, I served them. I'm not an employee I'm more like a... a um... a..."

"****?"

"Yes!" Victoria snaps her fingers.

At long last the final scene plays out in front of the two apparitions. Though it is now so out of place with Vicky's past and future that it has no real anchors to her current persona. Yet when she sees it, she remembers it all. "No no no. I don't know what memories you've been messin' 'round with but please don't take this one from me. This here's the worst day of ma life."

"I'm not going to take that from you." The man soothed. He was completely surprised that the anguish of this day still resonated despite being pulled away from all context. The sense of loss, and anger and shame must have sat within her like a pearl. So core to her being that they could not be removed without unraveling the whole thing. Well it's like the ghost said:

There wasn't much of the old Victoria worth preserving.

Least of all the moment she continued her cycle of ****.

The memory plays out. Older happier, hickier Victoria prances around the mansion soaking her panties with submissive enthusiasm. When she gets a call that her father died.

Yikes.

Victoria the ghost is shocked to hear this news, because despite this being her memory, it really is the first she's hearing about any of it. "My daddy's dead?" She asks the ghost.

"Looks that way." Her father definitely wouldn't recognize her once you were through, so probably no harm no foul. It's not like you actually killed the guy off.

The mourning Vicky rushes back down into the servant's area where Carmen is. "Vicky I heard what happened." Which was impossible because Vicky only just got the call, but we're willing to give the writers of this scenario some lee way, because it really was just a worm trying to rewrite a person's entire life and bring it to some sort of cathartic climax, so they could be forgiven a tiny continuity error. "I made you a cake." How the fuck did she have time to make a cake? The worm was losing it, the school for maids we could buy, but things were just getting out of hand now.

"A cake?" Vicky seems intrigued, and not at all suspicious about how she baked that fucking thing so quickly.

"That's right." Carmen presents the delicious confection to her grieving friend. "Whenever i'm having a hard time processing my emotions, I just eat them instead." Vicky sits down at the table, so Carmen just grabs a handful of cake and basically shoves it into Vicky's mouth.

"Mmpff." Vicky tries to say before swallowing. "Is really good."

"You're damn right it is." Carmen grabs another handful and feeds it to Vicky. "I made it myself. Now eat. Fill the hole inside of your heart with food." She pecks Vicky on her chocolate smeared lips. "And love."

That of course lead to more kissing, which lead to making out, which lead to them feeding each other cake with their hands. Which eventually lead to sticky and chocolate covered hands roaming over naked bodies, which finally culminated in some very dirty sex on the kitchen floor.

"And in the depths of loss, she finds love, finally rejecting the cruelty of her mother."

"My mother is a saint, and I'll thank you to mind your p's and q's when talkin' about her. She's a widow sir, and deserves some sympathy." The ghostly Victoria bitches. Now fully the person we see in these memories, if a little younger. A well loved hick.

Earlier she agreed that her mother was 'a thing in the shape of a human' and now she was standing up for her. How lovely. "I apologize. So is this the moment you realized you were attracted to plus sized women?"

"Well I think at the moment I was just so happy to have someone be there for me. It's not until we started dating and she showed me some of the sites that she liked, that I started realizing the kind of women I'd always been attracted to."

"Mmm and did you explore Carmen's desire to have you gain weight?"

"Oh sure. She fed me and what not, but it obviously didn't do no good. I'm thin as a rail, which is I guess why we're separated and I came out to Arkansas to be with ma people and start a new life."

"Oh I wouldn't say it didn't do any good." The mans says vaguely. "We're still not done with the interview. But thank you for letting me see these memories. They were obviously very personal. I see you have a strong history of training and submissiveness, and seem pretty well behaved. Can I ask you one final question?"

"Shoot."

"Do you think you've lived a happy life?"

"Oh sure. I feel like, I've always had some kind of support whenever I've needed it. Ya know? Some people don't get that. So I count myself as pretty lucky."

And all it cost her was her identity and freedom!