A/N: The Nature of the Curse Place on her and indeed the Entire World means that Jenny's Life is essentially as if she'd lived her whole life as a Lizardwoman. Plus, for clarity's sake, the pay rate Jenny is on is $4.50/hr when adjusted for 2015 USD, her parents work for $6.00/hr & $6.50/hr in 2015 USD respectively.
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“Maid.” The reedy voice of Jenny’s Employer rang out from the door.
“Y-Yes Master Kelson?” Jenny tried, but failed to stop the stammer. She always became nervous when he spoke to her, not least because the manner of his speech to her was nearly always obstinate.
“I am expecting guests within the hour, I want the meeting room ready for them before they arrive. Is that understood?” His tone made clear there was no room for debate.
“Yes, Master Kelson.” Jenny replied submissively.
“Good. Get to it.”
The meeting room in question was a desk, several comfortable leather chairs, and a number of assorted decorations that all needed a good clean. With a sigh, she began at the top with the lighting and slowly worked her way down. The wall, paintings, the furnishings and only then could she sweep up the oaken floor, treated and maintained to assure a complete lack of cracks and splinters.
“At least you do your money’s worth.” Richard Kelson finally stated after his inspection following her fifty-minute task that she barely finished when he entered. The closest thing to a compliment she could ever receive from him. “Now while they’re here, I expect you to remain out of their sight, so I want up the stairs and clean my daughter’s bedroom, followed by the bathroom. That should keep you busy long enough for me to complete my business with them.”
“Yes, Master Kelson.” Jenny answered with the minimum words needed.
Amanda Kelson’s Bedroom, something tugged on Jenny’s Heart when she saw it. The massive bed set to one side, the chests most likely filled with her toys, large wardrobe and drawers filling one whole wall, a desk and lamp on the other side. It, reminded her so much of what she used to have.
And as she slowly wiped away every piece of dust, collected the ‘dirty’ clothes and bed sheets for washing later, and tidied up the desk. It slowly dawned on Jenny, that this, all of this, she had taken for granted back before…
But there was nothing she could do now. Thanks to how Kyle had worded his wish, there was no way for her to reverse the Curse. All she could do anymore, was try to live as best as she could with what she had.
Which wasn’t all that much really, with only 30 hours work each week - split into six five-hour shifts that meant she only ever saw Amanda on the Saturdays - that allowed Mr Kelson to pay her at the lower rate. Her parents working 40 and 48 hours a week respectively for not that much more. True, they were making enough to get by, but her new memories of this world told her that that made them better off than so many other lizard families in this New World. In fact, not even half could regularly afford their own clothing to wear.
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It was now the end of her day’s shift and she had to remove the maid’s uniform - a concession of Mr Kelson’s on the grounds that he wouldn’t have any of his staff, even her, working naked in his house - and stash it neatly in the appointed drawer for tomorrow. Back to just the shorts that were more like underwear given how much they showed and the strip to hold up her massive breasts.
“And remember Lizard, Noon ‘til Five tomorrow.” Mrs Kelson snapped at her before she left the mansion.
“Y-Yes Madam Kelson, I will remember.” Jenny’s servile response seemed to be enough to keep from further sniding.
Saturdays were different for Jenny, not only for the change in the hours worked, but also it was the time she could see Amanda. The only one in that place who didn’t treat her like filth just because of what she was.
The long walk home would be broken by the needed detour to the school that Stan and Emma attended, having been agreed that she pick them up on the weekdays so reduce the stress on her mother by just a little.
Along the way, and a few other lizards were also returning to their own homes, halted by the checkpoint where they still needed to produce their Pass Permits. Officially to prove they didn’t sneak through and break any related laws. Unofficially, probably a good way to harass them some more.
Two lines, and in front of her was a male Lizardman who was more hard-up than she was, all his leaf-green scales seen as he lacked anything to cover himself with. A female Lizardwoman to her right in the other line with a torn dress held up on only one shoulder. The drone of the Forced-Induction Diesel Engines of the 1,200 ft Airship above them.