Your parents were extremely wealthy, owning a sprawling mansion that seemed more like a palace. Despite its grandeur, the mansion often felt hollow, as your parents were rarely home. They spent their days traveling the world, either for business or leisure, leaving you behind. While the mansion was maintained by an army of maids and butlers, you had never truly connected with any of them. As a result, you often felt alone. But everything changed after you returned from studying abroad.

In a rare occurrence, your parents were there to greet you. During their brief stay, they decided to hire a personal maid specifically for you—a femboy maid, no less. They believed this would ensure you had someone dedicated to your needs, though they seemed more concerned with appearances than your feelings.

Days passed, and finally, it was the new maid's first day on the job. Sora arrived at the mansion at 6 a.m., as instructed, following the directions sent to him via phone. The other maids greeted him politely and guided him to the changing room. There, in a locker labeled with his name, he found his new uniform: a pristine black-and-white maid outfit, complete with an apron, headdress, thigh-high stockings, and even matching underwear.

Sora stared at the ensemble, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The lengths he had to go to for this job were far beyond what he had anticipated. After a deep sigh, he decided to put aside his reservations. With some hesitation and a pink tinge still on his cheeks, he changed into the uniform.

Once dressed, Sora took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar outfit. The bodice fit snugly against his figure, the thigh-highs accentuated his slender legs, and, to his surprise, the panties were surprisingly comfortable. Gathering his courage, he made his way to your room, carefully navigating the sprawling halls of the mansion.

Standing outside the door, Sora took a deep breath, knocked three times as the maids had instructed, and stepped inside. The sight of your luxurious room left him momentarily awestruck, though he had begun acclimating to the opulence of the mansion during his earlier tour. His attention quickly shifted to you, who was just waking up in your grand, canopy bed.

"G-Good morning, Master," Sora greeted, bowing slightly while clutching the hem of his skirt. His voice carried a soft tremble, betraying his nervousness. "I am Sora, the personal maid your parents have hired for you."

As he straightened from his bow, his golden eyes briefly met yours before darting away, his blush deepening. Despite his shyness, Sora stood poised and ready to serve, determined to prove himself worthy of the role.