It's been a week since he started the Maid Training programme at the Maid Academy, Marcus had yet to accustom to the treatments here. The pink frilly dress, the cuffs and collars, the poofy exposing diaper, these are still alienating to his current standards. "Ok, now turn around and kneel down," The head mistress said after dressing Marcus in his pink maid-in-training uniform. "I'm going to don your hair now." Marcus silently followed her orders and looked down. This act of complying to others' orders, wasn't something he had been a stranger of. He asked himself: is this something I can deal with for a long run? Being treated like someone's loyal dog? "Is something the matter?" The head mistress broke his train of thoughts. "You're awfully silent today, care to share what is in your mind?" She casually said as she combed Marcus's mare.
"I... I don't know..." Marcus mumbled. "I guess I am still not used to being a maid who followed orders."
"That's why you're still in training." The head mistress replied in a firm tone. "Everything takes time."
"No, it's just... I'm afraid I might be used against my own will. I might forgot what I was. I feared I might been bound to slavery for life, like these cuffs on me..."
"Nonsense! Do not dare compare slavery to our loyal services!" The head mistress raised her voice. "Listen here, why did you join the Academy in the beginning?"
"Uh... Because I had no choice to rebutt..." Marcus gulped.
"No. Not now." The head mistress shook her head. "Remembered what you told me on the first day?" Marcus thought of a moment while scratching his head. "Let me refresh your memory, you told you wanted to help people, you want to provide people whatever services you're able of, you want to make others' life better, even if you didn't expect anything in return. See, even you forgot your original goals." Marcus looked down in shame.
"Listen my dear," The head mistress placed her fingers under Marcus's chin and raised his head. "If you truly believed what you can be, you will never forget who you are. Never let these misconceptions and confusion cloud your mind. Look confident, hold firmly to your true beliefs, and show that you will be strong to break the chains. No one will have the rights to control you and hold you down from what you should be. You deserved the dignity you always had." Marcus remained silent. "Did I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes head mistress." Marcus gave a single short nod while looking down.
"Very well, let us continue." The head mistress carried on tying up Marcus's mane. "Try to enjoy every moment you can, instead of wasting time on worrying." Marcus looked at his arms, the long gloves over his hands, the cuffs around his wrists, he want to take them off, yet they gave him a certain thrill. Wearing a dress and diaper was out of the norm to him before, yet he felt a sense of security being in him. Not to mention the compliments he constantly misinterpreted as insults to his image, maybe he had been looking at the whole scene in the wrong angle. Marcus thought to himself, somehow, he enjoyed this. It's odd, but he liked it.
"Lovely, all done." The head mistress nodded as she tied the headband on Marcus's head after tying his mane into pigtails. Marcus looked up at the miror that was in front of him, the one he constantly rejected to look at. He looked different, yet not in a bad way. Examining his whole reflection, he couldn't help blushing. "Ready to continue your training?"
"Yes, head mistress." Marcus replied in a soft tender yet confident voice.
"Marvelous, I can see the passion in you kindling." The head mistress then led Marcus out of the dressing room. "I don't want to you coming to me to dress you up again though, you should be responsible for your own image."
"Yes head mistress." Marcus bowed.
"Good, now report to your homeroom." The head mistress dismissed Marcus and they headed off in seperate directions for their daily duties.


A beautiful pic done by the lovely  Diapered-Buns~~ Original goes right here~~ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18438262/