John kept walking, with a steady pace to his steps. Lucky he had no more interruptions on his way to his destination. A destination that.... Confused him for a time. At first he thought he was just trying to get home, or anywhere to get this maid outfit off. It wasn't his after all, it seemed to belong to whoever this Judy Goodwell was!
And yet instead of doing something like that? He found himself walking up to a large mansion. Huh? This definitely wasn't somewhere he needed be! He... He.... Really needed to get to work, they would be lost without her w...what...? What were these weird thoughts?
Despite himself he walked up to, and was let into the mansion by other maids, it was odd however as they seemed to show respect towards her, not the normal social respect but like he was somehow over them. But that was silly right? Yet he listened as they walked and relayed all there duties, all they had done or were going to do for the day to him. He.... He didn't understand. But things only mounted as they walked by a mirror and John took a quick, blurry look at his reflection:
He almost took a spit take, and would have if not something inside forcing him to keep complete poise. That... That couldn't be him right? There was no way. All these maids following him... He had to have just seen one of them in the mirror, they had rushed by it after all. When he looked down he still saw himself... Mostly, in this outfit.
He did his best to ignore the fact that none of the maids leading him around looked like the reflection he saw.
The other maids did finally disperse. Leaving John alone before a an older man, somewhere in his thirties, The Master, her boss he shook his head, trying to avoid such thoughts. Why did he keep thinking like some... Professional... Maid?
"Judy! We were getting worried, this is the first day you e ever been late, your usually such a stickler your up well before anyone else, let alone not in the mansion at all!"
Seeing clear worry upon johns face, the man would attempt to comfort him with a smile, giving a chuckle. Though he had no way of knowing what it was actually bothering his maid.
"I'm only kidding, don't worry. You do such an amazing job, leading the other maids, making sure everything's done proper... You can more than afford a little off time, I wish you would more often"
"..... I..... Could never do such a thing Mr. Drey, I take great pride in my work"
W..what work? He didn't work here dammit!!! Leading the maids? Assigning there duties? All of them reporting to him the moment he walked in?
The man gave a playful sigh. Shaking his head.
"I suppose I should expect no less, you've always been like this sense we hired you, it'll be a shame to see you go at the end of the year! You have no idea how difficult it will be to find a Head Maid anywhere near your level! I'd dare say it's impossible!"
John did a spit take, mentally at least, doing so for real would be complelty unprofessional
A head maid??? As in the head maid for this whole mansion?! Surely.... Surely he couldn't be serious... And yet... He said it so confidently. He... He...
"Hmph, Sir you flatter me, but as I've said before I have a duty, and there are many more wanting my services, why one such potential future employer I ran into on the way here, now if you'll excuse me I really must get to work... It is already unacceptable I've run late today"
With a heavy sigh the man would let 'Judy' by, as he walked by John cought his reflection in a mirror once more-the same reflection he had seen earlier. But he kept walking and tried to ignore it. It just.... It couldn't be right? There had to be something to this... It had to be some kind of prank... Somehow.
None the less he would walk further into the mansion... And further into this life as a maid....
