Kay noticed immediately that he too had that just showered feel, and smell, to him. Mary was in the kitchen putting the kettle on and Jake called over...to her. "I'll have a coffee." "Coffee what?" replied Mary. "Coffee pleeeease," Jake whined sarcastically. Kay wandered over to the kitchen to help out and when Mary leant forward to get the mugs out from under the bench, she saw another side of Mary Carter. A tattoo, of some ornate Celtic design, was displayed on the small of her back. I heard the doorbell ring. I realised it was my maid I woke up hastily and looked around and didn’t find anyone in my room. I wore my boxers and checked the house once before letting her in. My maid kept ringing the bell. I opened the door in my boxers without realising it as I did in a hurry. My heart was racing like galloping horse. She looked at me and smiled in a kinky manner. She was looking at my boxer with a huge bulge on it. I smiled back.She walked in with her hand brushing against my. ’ She is a little taken aback by Jenna’s comment and frankness, but is getting more curious. Seeing the puzzled look on her face, the brunette tries to clarify. ‘We don’t have relationships with each other, other than just having some physical fun. Of course, since we are here for your service, if you should feel ‘the need for speed’ with any of the three of us, I don’t think you will find any refusals. Now, we’re not hookers, or anything like that. Who we choose to get busy with is up to us,. Mistress knew I likedthe feeling of the iron, so she twisted it slowly and forcefullyon each curl, dwelling on the process and solidifying thepowerlessness of my transition.As she finished with the curling iron, Mistress took a can ofhairspray and misted it all over my head, stiffening the hair anddefining the unmistakably feminine mass of curls. The spray waslike a magical mist, spreading its aroma throughout the room andlanding in small particles on every curve of my body.The body shaper.