It would be a few weeks before I would see them again, walking the neighborhood. I retreated into the house and grabbed my voice synthesizer. I caught...them on their second pass by the house and quickly introduced myself.They stopped to chat, after introducing themselves. Then as we chatted, one of them took notice of my voice synthesizer and asked what it was that I was holding on to.“It’s a voice synthesizer,” I proudly replied.“A what?” Asked one of the young ladies.“A voice synthesizer,” I. On us, really."All of us."He was sweet and thoughtful, and when he came into the dressing room with me, I stood still and let him take my clothes off, one piece at a time. My brain was screaming at me to slap his face, and run, but my body responded so forcefully, that before I knew it, I was lying across the bench and he was inside me."I've hated myself for days ... wanted to kill myself for months, but couldn't do that to Millicent and this one," she patted her stomach, to indicate the little. Alba had been preparing almost a week for the time when Jake came to her. Smirking, she thought that no man would ever overpower her, her sexual powers were undeniable. Even that idiot Tankena had been mere child's play to take him being the most powerful Jinn she'd ever had. This was a mere human male, spitting, she thought she was going to have to debase her self having sex with him in order to kill him. Besides Tankena there had been NO male that ever came close to satisfying her, so what. "Firstly I do not expect my maid to answer back and secondly don't beridiculous Sheila!" she said pinching my bum. "How many people calledSteve dressed like you?"It is true to say I was starting to struggle to think of myself as a man.So here I was helping my "daughters" into their flamenco dresses andstumbling around in stilettos. We, the men of the family (well theFrench Maid and flamenco girls), were to be the ones wearing the dresses.The girls grumbled as I helped them into their dresses.