Hello, Zarah

"Zarah, I am Vivi. This is Miztress' house. I'm sure when she returns, she will be able to help. I am her maid, az you can see.

You nod, catching glimpses down the front of her dress when you do. Her breasts are perfect little c cup orbs, and she seems so warm and comforting.

"Thank you," you say. Vivi looks you over for a moment, then shakes her head.

"Your clothes... Zey are a mess. All this dirt, your stockings are ruin, your shoez are broken. Come wiz me. I will draw you a bath, and set out zome clean clothes."

You agree, almost hypnotized by the woman's beauty. Her accent, her body, and the revealing costume make it almost impossible not to get flush. You feel all warm and tingly. Whoever her 'mistress' is must not only be rich, but a lesbian, too. This is the sort of sexy maid most men dream about.

She takes you up the stairs, and to a large, ornate bathroom. There, she hands you a pink robe and towels. There is a large tub, easily big enough for two people, maybe even three. The sexy maid turns on the faucets, and motions for you to get undressed. A little self conscious, you step out of the broken shoes, roll down the torn and run stockings, but hesitate when it comes to the sweater and miniskirt. Vivi, though, gives you a reassuring smile, one that makes you blush visibly. You shed the rest of your clothes, and see your female body for the first time. Your breasts are almost as big as the maid's, your body slender, soft. As you approach the waiting bubble bath, Vivi steps back, smiling. You lower into the soothing warm water, Vivi watching the whole time, and find yourself finally beginning to relax.

"I will find zome clothes por vou," says Vivi. She does a small curtsey, then leaves, closing the door behind her.

You sink into the warm embrace of the water. It feels like heaven. You find yourself almost falling asleep, when there is a knock on the door.

"Madam," says Vivi from the other side of the door, "I'm afraid I cannot get into Madam's room to borrow any of her things. I'm afraid zat my own clothes will have to do."

"Okay," you say. Your voice sounds so sensuous now that you're relaxed. And the thought of sharing Vivi's clothes, for some reason, starts getting you tingly again. After a few more minutes you stand up, rinse off, and pull on the pink robe. It's fluffy and soft, and feels good on your sensitive areas. Suppressing the desire to play with your new body, you go to the door. Viva stands there waiting. She leads you down the hall to a large room. It has a huge canopy bed, with lace curtains and soft, satin-lined chairs. On the bed is your set of clothes.

Written by Anon

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