tg - je suis une french maid

It was as rainy day and the villa of madame dumont was empty as always. Madame Dumont was an 78-years old lady and very rich. Her husband past away a few days ago. "I miss someone around me! No husband and no servants…" Yes, no servants. She didn't have someone that help her out or cook her something. This is because that are rumors in the air that madame dumont killed her husband with magic. But this wasn't the truth but still all her maids, butlers and all other servants had terminated because they were all scared to die.

"I miss Louise so much and how could this happend.." thought miss dumont and looked at the big portrait of her husband over the fireplace. At this moment the big doorbell rang. " A guest? I didn't have expect someone to come but this is so nice." As fast as she could she went to the door and open it. And a young man stood before and was wet from top to bottom.

"Good evening, M'am. Excuse me for the interruption but my car has broken down and your villa was the only building in the near. Could I use your phone or your computer?" "Hello young boy. No problem come in but how was your name?" "My name is Odli, M'am."

To understand why oldi rang at the door from madame dumont, a short look back. Oldi was sitting at home and someone suddenly stormed in through the door: "OLDI!!! I told you if you don't pay your rent you are out of here!" It was oldi's Lessor, Mr. Henderson. "But Mr. Henderson I told you I don't have a job so I can't pay you but I will find a job in the futur I promise!" "Promise after promise! I'm sick of this! You are offically out of my aparment, do you understand what I'm saying to you? You little french Frog Eater!"

Oldi understand and was so scared that he sad in his car and drive away as fast as he could. "Man this guy is so scary. I'm happy to be out of there. But what should I do next? I lost everything, fuck, even my handy is in my room!" So with nothing without nothing except his car, oldi drive out of the city and drove into the country. After that he drove 2 days through the countryside until he had no petrol in the tank of his car. "This sucks it's raining the whole day but there is a big house! Maybe someone could help me there. And so there we are before.

Madame Dumont was listening to his story and said: "Oh no you poor little boy. Of course I can and I will help you!" "Oh that is great! Where is your phone?" asked Oldi. "It is upstairs and the first door on the right and in the waderobe you can pick something for you to wear because your clothes are all wet!" "M'am you are to nice. Thanks for all your help! I will right be back after the phone call."

"Haha she must be kidding me!" thought oldi as he saw what for clothes were in the wardrobe. Because in the wardrobe were only different french maid uniforms and stuff like that. Without thinking about it further he went to the telephone to call his mom. But the line was dead because of the bad weather. With still wet clothes, no phone, no job and no home he went down the stairs to madame Dumont.

"Why are you still wearing your wet clothes?" asked Madame Dumont with sad voice. "Because there are only girly clothes but that does not matter… I'm no sence of life!" answered oldi and began to cry. Madame Dumont could not see this and offered oldy a bed an a room for the night. With his last glimmer of hope, he accepted the offer. "I promise everything will be okay tomorrow!" said Madame Dumont.

Oldi went to his room took all away his clothes and felt in the bed. In the night the storm become stronger and wilder but oldi slept so deep he didn't noticed, excatly he didn't noticed anything. Because his body began to change. First his masculine face began to become looking more that one of a girl not one from a man, with make-up and this stuff. Then his whole bodyhair felt from his body and disappered. On his chest  formed two small but gorgeous female breats. Even his body had been that one of a beautiful woman. His dick become smaller and smaller until there wasn't anymore a dick but a vagina.

The next morning was so wonderful. The sun shine and the birds were twittering. From downstairs oldi heared Madame Dumont shouting something: "Oh Odette I need you here for the breakfast!" Oldi was thinking: "Yeah right! *sarcasm* I will stand up this early. Hmmm but this oldy lady was so nice to me I will to go and thank her for everything."

So Oldi stood up and wanted to put on his clothes. He thought that he would but his own clothes but something different happend. First he put on his socks but in real he put on fishnet stockings. After that he thought he was putting on his shirt and hes pants but it was the uniform of a naughty french maid. That uniform he saw a day ago in the wardrobe. But it wasn't finished. Oldi thought only that he put oon his normal clothes but he put instead of that black high heels, white gloves, a maid-hood and all the other stuff that was part of that outfit.

After that Oldi was looking like a slutty french maid he looked and notized was he has done. "OMG what is this! Why am I looking like this! And why in hell can't I talk!?" was Oldi thinking. "Odette where are you? I'm waiting for the breakfast!" "Oui Madame, I'm coming!" said Oldi. "Hey wait! Why did I say that and why am I walking to Madame Dumont like a supermodel! What is happening here!?!"

"Ah there you are! You are asking yourself why are you know my little odette and not oldi anymore?" said Madame Dumont and explained everything to Oldi, oh pardon Odette. "You have done me so sorry and I'm was so lonely. So I decided to make you to my new personal french maid! But you didn't axcepted the offer yesterday to put on the uniform, so I had to force you to do and now you're my slave! Because you have still your own mind but all your talking and movement is now and forever Odette and you stuck in your uniform to! You must understand I killed my husband because he didn't want to play anymore my slave and you were a perfect victim because you had nothing!"

Odette couldn't believe what she was hearing, but he realised something: "Oh no that is that which that killed her husband but I can't say anything and can't move. But I'm a man not a girlish french maid… but nobody would believe me if I even could talk."

"So, Odette where is my breakfast? Be a good girl and bring it to me."

"Oui, Mistress Dumont I will do whatever you say!"