A few years ago, I found myself dating a cute girl from my class. She used to live with her father. Her mother had passed when she was younger.Her dad...was not very old, he was in his mid-40s and never remarried after. He had a job which made him travel a lot so she had her place to herself on most of the days.I met him a few times and even though he knew I was dating his daughter, he was very nice to me. He was a gay equivalent of a milf, a daddy I would like to fuck, or you know, fucked by.. Again, she wondered where the hell all this easy charm was coming from. Aaron had always been such a shy, awkward, nerdy kid. He had a heart of gold sure, but she had never seen him even talk to a girl before.For the next hour Chef Aaron had the four girls at his beck and call: slicing, dicing, and chopping, whatever he asked for. Then they were banished from the kitchen and told to leave him alone. Sherri was dubious about Aaron’s culinary abilities. But some of the things she could smell were. Whatever the type, Eve would come to hate them all, as they made her feel like a doll, decorated for someone's amusement. Lastly, her outfit. Jack had paid extra attention to detail, to get exactly what he had in mind. It was a variation of a french maid outfit. A very revealing version, one that no working maid should ever have to wear, created specifically to Eve's measurements. Eve would despise this as well, as it left very little to the imagination. The black top, with tiny, puffy. " Thank you Captain!" she said."Now tell me, what was the hardest part? Getting him to wear the bra, or getting him to start using the estrogen cream?" Well, once I convinced him that he wouldn't be an outcast anymore if he wore his bra and stuffed the towels in, it became easy to trick him into using the cream. And I spiked his drinks with the estrogen, just like you asked. He never did realize that we were pumping him so full of female hormones! He was swimming in them from day one!" Yes, and.