他成了女仆

作者：詹妮弗·怀特

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保罗喝完最后一口啤酒，从酒吧的高脚凳上起身。他在酒店酒吧看周一晚上的橄榄球赛，但他支持的队伍刚输了比赛，而他明天还有会议，得抓紧时间睡觉。他讨厌这种四天的出差，但有什么办法？这是他的工作。他走回房间，226号房，在走廊尽头。

当晚他点了客房服务，办公桌上还堆着他晚餐留下的狼藉。他注意到其他旅客会把用过的餐具放回托盘，摆到走廊上让人收走。但他才不会收拾。他们已经付钱雇人干这个了。

他洗了脸，把毛巾扔在地上。明天早上他会用干净毛巾，不想弄混。他给前台打了电话，要求叫醒服务，然后看了《莱诺秀》才睡觉。

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早上，电话铃响了。时间是7:25，但他要求的是7:15叫醒。太好了，现在他要迟到了。这破酒店。

他冲了个澡，刮了胡子，没清理浴室排水口里的头发，更别提洗脸池里的胡茬了。他用了两条毛巾，全和昨晚的毛巾一起扔在地上。

保罗挂上“请打扫房间”的牌子，匆匆赶去开会。

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中午，他回到房间。他忘了带公文包里的几份文件，昨晚吃饭时他还翻看过。房间还没打扫，他气坏了。

走之前他刷了牙，但没冲掉洗脸池里的牙膏泡沫。让那个懒惰的女仆去清理吧，反正她闲着。他要给她找点活干！

他气冲冲地离开，决定晚上向酒店经理投诉。

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玛丽亚·费尔南德斯早上5:45到酒店上班。洗完泳池毛巾、吸尘大厅后，经理给了她一份退房房间清单。这些房间需要彻底打扫，她得在回程前清理十二个。

她推着清洁车，装满干净床单、毛巾、肥皂、笔、纸和其他房间用品，开始按清单逐一打扫。

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除了10:30的“午餐”休息时间，玛丽亚一整天没停过。清理完退房房间后，她从走廊东端的201号房开始，逐一往西清理。

有些房间很简单。比如205号房，她能看出住客是女性，因为房间保持得很整洁。她只需整理床铺、换几条毛巾、清空垃圾。那位女士甚至清洗了咖啡机，玛丽亚只需擦干并补充咖啡。

当然，每间房都要吸尘，每周一次擦灰。她的日程表标明哪些房间需要哪些服务。她还得检查衣橱里的衣物袋、桌上的笔和纸、卫生纸和纸巾，以及其他客人不会注意的小细节——除非她忘了。他们每间房都有检查清单，玛丽亚很擅长她的工作。

她必须如此。玛丽亚的丈夫抛弃她跟了另一个女人，留下她独自抚养三个孩子，仅靠姨妈米兰达的帮忙，米兰达好心地在她工作时照看孩子。

现在接近下班时间了。她只剩最后一间房，位于走廊最西端的226号房。她打开门，差点哭了。房间乱得要命，清理时间几乎是普通房间的两倍。

首先，这男人用了所有毛巾，全扔在地上。她得弯腰捡湿毛巾。床铺乱七八糟，连床单一角都被扯了出来，得重新铺。

笔和纸都不见了，他肯定拿走了。肥皂也没了。但他晚餐弄得一团糟，完全没收拾。桌上甚至有洒出的汤，已经干硬，得用力擦洗。

浴室更糟糕。他可能是个稍年长的男人，因为浴室里掉了很多头发。她清理干净后，又看到洗脸池里的胡茬和干掉的蓝色牙膏渍。

她用力刷洗洗脸池，换上新肥皂和毛巾。她怀疑他会不会欣赏她花整整一分钟折叠好的手巾图案。

然后她吸尘、擦灰。房间因食物残留太久而有股怪味，她还得喷空气清新剂。终于搞定，她可以回家了。已经是4:15，但他们最多只付九小时工资。经理还会抽走一部分薪水。这是她无证身份的代价。

但没关系，她来这里是为了给自己和孩子争取更好的生活。她决心让孩子们上学，有所成就，绝不走她的老路！

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玛丽亚正要离开，一个男人冲进来，差点撞到她。他冲她大喊，语速很快。她懂点英语，足以应付日常，但被吓得慌乱，只能用母语回应。

“你怎么回事？蠢吗？在这国家连英语都不会说？我要找你们经理，现在！”他咆哮道。

玛丽亚吓坏了，含着泪跑开了。

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玛丽亚把最后一批衣物放进洗衣机，换回自己的衣服。准备离开时，经理杰克拦住她。

“226号房刚打电话，很生气，说你打扫晚了。”

“今天很忙，先生。我有14个退房房间，还得换新吸尘器，因为我的又坏了。226号房在走廊尽头，是今天最后一个。”

“我知道，但这不是惹客户生气的借口。再有这种事，我会毫不犹豫开除你。如果你想在这国家待下去，最好改改。现在回家，这话到此为止。”

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玛丽亚坐公交车时哭了。直到回到公寓，她才强迫自己擦干眼泪。她不能让心爱的孩子们看到她这样。她得坚强，为了他们。

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玛丽亚全心全意爱着她的孩子。他们是她生命中最重要的一切。她愿意为他们做任何事，牺牲自己的快乐，只为让他们有机会过上更好的生活。

孩子们上床后，她才和梅兰达姨婆谈起今天的事。她提到那个可恶的男人，他对她说了什么、做了什么。

米兰达神情严肃。

“我知道你不信这些，但我认识一个吉卜赛老妇，她可以给这男人下咒。”

“不，米兰达。”玛丽娅摇头。但米兰达坚持己见，离开公寓，去了五楼找那位老妇人。近一个小时后，她带回一个小布袋。

“把这袋子里的东西撒到他会碰的东西上。他回来时，诅咒就会生效，他再也不会伤害你。不仅如此，他还会被迫为你做有价值的事，帮你实现内心最深处的愿望。”

玛丽娅不信迷信，但米兰达发起脾气来谁也劝不住。她收下布袋，放进包里。

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玛丽娅本打算一上班就扔掉布袋，但看到工作安排改了，她得先打扫那个男人的房间，而且房间比昨天还乱，她气得发抖。

她收拾好房间，临走前掏出布袋，把细粉撒在他的行李箱上。她锁门离开，没多想。工作太多，这房间已经花了她太多时间，她得赶进度……

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保罗5:30回到酒店，会议结束。明天他就回家，只需再熬一晚。他上楼放下公文包，然后去酒吧放松。

他放下东西，拉开行李箱，把地上的脏衣服塞进去。收拾行李可以晚点，现在他渴了。

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保罗走进酒吧，向漂亮的女招待点了一大杯啤酒，边喝边看报纸的手法版。他感觉手有点脏，决定去洗手间。但先得解决内急，他走到墙边小便池，解开裤子。

洗完手，他回到座位。

“再来杯啤酒！”他粗声粗气地对柜台后的女孩喊。

她递上啤酒，勉强挤出微笑。如果不是靠小费生活，她早就骂这个粗鲁的家伙了。

他盯着她的大胸，色眯眯地看。她很可爱，腿又长又光滑，短裙正好展现魅力。如果她是想吸引男人多给小费，这招很管用。

金融版今天干巴巴的，保罗翻到娱乐版，平时他从不看这个。但不知为何，今天它比金融版有趣。他读了关于电影明星、电视剧和谁在跟谁约会的报道。还有一篇关于秋季新时尚的文章，展示女人穿长裙和复古夹克。他从头读到尾。

保罗想再喝一杯，但啤酒感觉不吸引了。

“来杯血腥玛丽，谢谢。”他对女孩说。

“好的，亲爱的。”她回答。

保罗喝着辣味番茄汁，看电视。一个男人坐到旁边的凳子上，开始跟他搭话。平时他不爱社交，但这人挺友善，很快他们聊得火热。

他们很投缘，男人又请他喝了杯血腥玛丽。酒吧打烊时，他喝完已经是快7:30了。

“一起去吃晚饭怎么样？”男人说。

“什么？”保罗惊讶地回答。

“不一定要像约会。我只是想请你吃饭，多享受你的陪伴。”男人急切地说。

保罗惊呆了！这男的想泡他！真变态。他咕哝了几句，气冲冲回房间。

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回到226号房，保罗插钥匙开门，走进房间。他得去厕所，走进浴室，解开拉链，伸手进去。他的内裤好像缠住了，摸不到东西。他脱下裤子，拉下内裤，伸手一探……什么都没有。

怎么可能！他没醉到产生幻觉！他低头一看，不！下面只有一条被粉嫩皮肤包裹的裂缝。一个阴道。不！！！

他转身对着镜子，想看清楚。他眨眼，不敢相信。他的灰白短发变成了乌黑长发，垂到肩膀。肩膀下方，胸部隆起，乳头透过白衬衫清晰可见。怪不得那男人那么友好，他以为保罗是女人。

保罗突然意识到，他就是女人。他有阴道，有大胸部，有长发，有张漂亮的脸，肤色深邃迷人。

“我的肤色好棒。”他想。

这一切超乎理性和理解，他对这些变化感到恶心，但内心仍有种对女性的原始冲动，让他想探索这新身体。他脱光衣服，走向床。

他仰躺着，用枕头垫头，腿张开。看到这完美的女性身体，他兴奋起来。他先摸胸部，连手指都变得小巧纤细，让他着迷。

很快，他的手滑到两腿间，开始探索。他刚读过布兰妮·斯皮尔斯关于自慰的评论。这没问题，她每天都这样做（她是这么说的）。

没多久，他陷入高潮的狂热，新身体因愉悦而颤抖。每个新触点带来新感觉，驱使他深入探索。

一个多小时后，他才因疲惫停下。加上酒精的作用，他渐渐睡去。

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早上4:30，保罗醒来。他做了个怪梦。他翻身想钻进被子，手臂却碰到胸前一个大而坚实的物体。一个乳房。他跳起来，伸手摸向两腿间。

不！不是梦！是真的。他尖叫出声，听到高亢的女声，赶紧捂住嘴。他有女孩的声音！

“我是女孩。”他大声说，仍不相信。

他急需上厕所，羞耻地坐下小便。他不懂完事后要擦拭，腿上一滴温热的液体让他烦躁。

他需要洗澡。对，洗澡。他打开热水，站在蒸汽中，清洗全身。但触碰的每一处都是女性的。太离谱了！不可能是真的。但就是真的。

泪水涌上眼眶，他无法控制。新身体因情绪激动而哭泣。低头时，他注意到：他肤色深邃，但没有晒痕。

这意味着……这是他正常的肤色。他现在是深色皮肤！他是拉丁裔！不！就像那个连英语都不会说的蠢女仆！他现在和她一样了。

保罗走出淋浴，穿上挂在门上的浴袍。敲门声吓了他一跳。他透过猫眼，看到一个男人——他自己，或者说以前的男性自我。

他开门，让男人进来。男人看起来和他一样惊恐。

“今早醒来，”男人说，“我变成了这样。”他上下挥手示意自己的身体。

“昨晚我变成了这样。”保罗用娇美的声音说。

“你有我的口音。”男人说。

“我没有口音。”保罗反驳，但男人笑了。

“你有。你几乎不会说英语。Habla Español？”

保罗愤怒地回骂，但突然停下。他意识到自己在说西班牙语。他想着英语，但说出来却是西班牙语。太离谱了！但变成女人也是离谱的，而这已经发生了。

“有趣的是，”男人说，“只要触发一个记忆，你的所有记忆就涌回来了。现在我知道你脑海里一切。你也会知道我，只要我告诉你一件事……比如你多爱你的梅兰达姨婆。”

梅兰达？名字有点熟悉。突然，保罗想起她的脸！她的声音！她美味的厨艺。起初只是涓涓细流，但像大坝裂缝，水流一旦涌出，就成了稳流，然后是洪水。

保罗后退一步，坐在床边，记忆如洪水般涌入。他记得在危地马拉贫穷的童年，记得爱上费尔南多，搬到他家，记得穿着祖母白婚纱的婚礼，记得婚礼当晚的亲密（他还喜欢！），九个月后生下蒂托。

保罗记得生下并抚养其他孩子，曼努埃尔和里卡多。记得费尔南多开始酗酒，虐待她。记得她逃到美国，和梅兰达姨婆一起生活，开始新生活。

她现在记起自己是谁了，她是玛丽娅，女仆的日常挣扎是她的生活。保罗的记忆只是遥远的片段，像幼年的模糊回忆。

“我带来了你的制服。你得赶紧上班了。”男人说，玛丽娅认出他是保罗。她脱下衣服，换上他带来的制服。她得快点，别迟到。

“我现在是保罗，”男人说，“但我心里还有一件事：对我的孩子的爱。我要申请剥夺你的抚养权，我来养他们。”

“不……”玛丽娅说。她最强烈的记忆，是她爱她的孩子。

“我可以。你看，我现在有钱有势。你能怎么办？报警？他们只会把你遣回危地马拉。你可以回去找费尔南多，和他一起生活。”

“不！”玛丽娅说。

“或者你把孩子给我，我允许你留在这儿做女仆。我会怀念做女人，但现在孩子不用母乳了，我能应付。你知道，你该找个丈夫，免得每天工作。你身材很好，但不会永远如此。”

“求你了！”玛丽娅说。

“在你变成‘老女仆’前，最好找个男人。哦，看时间。你最好快走，免得迟到。你知道杰克的脾气。”

玛丽娅匆匆走下走廊。杰克每周抽走她三分之一薪水作为不举报她的贿赂，但如果她迟到或干得不好，他有时抽更多。

她现在只能做女仆，她唯一活着的动力——她的孩子——也要被夺走。她推着清洁车进电梯，看到曾经是她的保罗。

“祝你生活愉快。”他在下电梯时说，“我房间里很乱，你最好赶紧清理。今天我的律师会联系你，谈孩子的事。哦，还有：我今天该来月经了。你最好去大厅商店买些卫生棉条，免得弄脏内裤。祝你愉快。”

电梯门开始关闭，玛丽娅哭了。这太离谱了！她明明是保罗！但现在她被困在女人的身体里，做女仆，她作为一个女人最珍视的东西也被夺走。她透过门缝看到保罗走远。门完全关上时，像监狱铁门哐当一声，判了她终身做贫穷女人的命运。

电梯门在二楼打开，玛丽娅推着清洁车出去，被迫开始她作为女仆的新生活。

He's Got It Maid

by Jennifer White

Paul took the last swig of beer, and got up from his stool. He had been watching Monday Night Football at the hotel bar, but his favorite team just blew it, and he needed to get some sleep for his meeting the next day. He hated these four day business trips, but what could he do? It was his job. He walked back to his room, number 226, all the way at the end of the hall.

He had ordered room service that night, and the desk area was a mess from his dinner. He had noticed that many other travelers had put their stuff back on the tray, and put it in the hallway to be collected. But he wasn't about to clean up. They *paid* people to do that already.

He washed his face, and threw the towel on the floor. He would use a clean towel in the morning, and didn't want to mix them up. He rang the front desk, and requested a wake-up call, then watched Leno before going to sleep.

In the morning, the phone rang. It was 7:25, but he had requested his call at 7:15. Great. Now he would be late. Stupid hotel.

He showered, then shaved. He didn't bother to clean up his hair in the shower drain, let alone the little stubble in the sink. He used two towels, and threw them both on the ground with the ones from last night.

Paul put out the 'please clean room' sign, then went off to his meeting.

At noon, he returned to his room. He had forgotten to pack some papers that were in his briefcase which he had read through while he ate dinner the night before. The room wasn't cleaned yet, and he was very upset.

He brushed his teeth before leaving, but didn't bother to rinse it down the sink. Let the stupid maid clean that too, as lazy as she was. He would give her some work to do!

He left in a huff, determined to complain to the hotel manager that evening.

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Maria Fernandez had arrived to work at 5:45am. After washing towels from the pool and vacuuming the lobby, her manager gave her a list of rooms where people had checked out. They required a more thorough cleaning, and she was to do a dozen of them before checking back in.

She loaded up her cart with clean linen, towels, soap, pens, paper, and the other amenities for the rooms. She started down her list, cleaning room after room.

Other than a meal break for 'lunch' at 10:30, Maria had worked the entire day solid. After doing the check out rooms, she began with room 201 at the east end of the hall, and worked her way across.

Some rooms were easy. She could tell that person in room 205 was a woman, because of how neat she had kept things. All Maria had to do was make the bed, change a few towels, and empty the trash. The woman had even rinsed out the coffee maker, so Maria only needed to dry it and restock the coffee.

Of course, ever room needed to be vacuumed too, and dusted once a week. Her schedule told her which rooms needed which services. She also had to check the garment bags in the closet, the pens and paper on the desk, the toilet paper and tissues, and other little details that the guests would never notice...unless she forgot. But they used a checklist on every room, and she was very good at her job.

She had to be. Maria's husband had left her for another woman, and now she was stuck raising three children on her own, with only some help from her Tia, Miranda who was nice enough to watch the children while Maria worked.

It was almost the end of her shift now. She had only one more room to clean, number 226 at the far west end of the hall. She opened the door, and almost cried. The room was such a mess that it would take almost twice as long as a normal room.

First of all, the man had used every towel, and thrown them on the floor. She had to stoop over to pick up wet towels. Then the bed was a complete mess, and she even had to redo the fitted sheets which had been pulled out at the corner.

There were no pens or paper; he must have taken them. And he had taken the soap. But he had made quite a mess with his dinner, and hadn't cleaned it up at all. He even left spilled soup on the desk, which had now hardened, and required scrubbing to get out.

The bathroom was terrible. He must have been a slightly older man, because he lost much hair in the shower. She cleaned it out, then noticed the beard stubble in the sink, and the blue dried stains from toothpaste.

She scrubbed the sink until it was clean, then replaced the soap and the towels. She doubted if he appreciated the folded pattern they had to use on the hand towels, which took her a full minute to get just right.

Then she vacuumed, and dusted. The room smelled bad from the food left for so long, so she had to spray the room as well. Finally, it was done, and she could go home. It was 4:15, but they would only pay her for a maximum of 9 hours. And that was before the manager took his cut of the pay. But that was the penalty for being undocumented.

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