Alex was grateful that it was the end of the day! It was 11:00 and his mistress: mother, was going
to bed, and he was able to finish his duties in the Kitchen and basements! Going up to his quarters
on the third floor, he took off his tuxedo. With all his conscious energy, he tried to fling it to the floor,
and stomp on it. Instead, his body took it off, brushed it carefully, hung it on a stand, and ironed a
clean shirt from the laundry to be ready for tomorrow! After this was completed, his body was his
own again. He walked tiredly in his underwear to the bathroom. He saw that he needed a shave again,
but didn't feel inclined to do anything until the morning; I mean, after all he'd just have to shave again, right?
He looked at his body in the mirror, noting the thick mat of gray salt and pepper hair on his chest, and shoulders.
His stomach, though fairly large and hairy looked pretty good with his muscular looking arms, shoulders, and neck.
"I think I may need to find a way to get the Chronivac from Mom and fix this," he thought to himself.
As he ruminated, the door to the bathroom behind him opened. Turning around, he saw
Miranda in the hall. She was still a mature and very voluptuous woman. The difference however, was that
she was no longer wearing a maid's uniform. Her outfit consisted of a leather bustier, and an elaborate contraption
of garters, and belts holding up her stockings. All of which she was wearing in the hallway. In her hands, was a
laptop and an emitter! With a grim expression on her face, she pressed a button, and Alex felt a familiar tingling sensation
go through his body. When he could move, he said, "Miranda, I have no control over what I'm doing!" "Help me!"
"I want to go back to normal!" Looking at him with indifference, she said. "The Mistress expects you in her quarters in
half an hour!" "Be there!" Turning on her heel, she walked away without a second glance. Alex felt the wind
go out of him. He knew that his body could continue to serve efficiently for, god knew how long, but mentally
he was a wreck, and he did'nt know when he might crack. He closed the door, and as he walked into the shower,
calculated how much time he had before he could make himself presentable. Looking down over the curve of his belly,
he saw that his dick was very thick. About the size of a beer can. And, he had a huge silver ring protruding through
his piss slit. "Just when it could'nt get weirder..." he thought. Getting out of the shower he toweled off, and noticed
that he now had a small, thick, well trimmed, black mustache, on his otherwise regular butler face. It looked good there.
"I'm tired of being changed!!" he thought. "If I have ANY control, then I have something to say about THIS!" He said as
he picked up a trimmer which was on the counter. Turning it on, he quickly trimmed the mustache off.
Noting his appearance, he turned around to get ready to get dressed. As he started walking out, he felt a tingling
sensation on his upper lip. Turning around to face the mirror, he saw a full salt and pepper mustache adorning
his formerly bare upper lip. In a rage he stalked back to the counter. Fired up the trimmer, and chopped it off.
Brushing gray and black hair into the garbage can, he looked at his image. "Back to ""Normal""" he thought. Presently
his upper lip began to tingle again. As he stood in front of the mirror, he saw a large gray handlebar mustache form, obscuring
his upper completely. Standing in shock, and staring at his modified image, he picked up the trimmer, and in a matter
of seconds, reduced it to gray hairs on the counter, which he swept up and dumped in the toilet. He stood on front of the
mirror expectantly. Presently, he felt the tingling sensation return. Only this time, it encompassed the whole area around
his mouth. As he stood there, a long, thick, white fu-manchu mustache, with a thick wide soul patch formed obscuring
his mouth completely. With the mustache and stubble, he didn't look so much like a butler, as a biker! He started to fire up the
trimmer again, when his body, sensing that time was passing, dropped the trimmer, turned around to go to his quarters,
and get dressed in his suit and freshly ironed shirt. He was able to make himself presentable: except for not having
shaved, and having a huge white mustache. He opened the door to his Mom's room and walked in.
"Come here." said the girl on a huge heart shaped bed directly opposite the door. His mother was now blonde and
pretty. In fact she looked like Brittany Spears! While his Mom had been in her 40s, but still very attractive. This version
of her had a small tight figure barely hidden by a tight but filmy suit. She looked as though she was 19! "Try trimming
your mustache any more, and you'll look like Rip Van Winkle!" she smirked. He bowed and said, "Yes Ma'am." "Miranda....
I mean, MISTRESS FIONA has packed our bags." "I need you to drive us to the airport, we'll be gone for eight weeks." He
felt a gush of relief, which he hoped couldn't be seen on his face. "They're over in the corner, there." she said gesturing.
"Load them in the Limo." "We'll be down presently." Carrying them to a huge 8 car garage, he found the limo keys in
his pants pocket as though they'd been there all day. He loaded the bags into the big Lincoln, and finding a Chauffeur's
cap in the trunk, placed it on his head, started the car up, and parked it in front of the door. While waiting, he could feel
his new mustache being tugged by the wind. Regarding his image in one of the car mirrors, he thought that his appearance
had changed again somehow? It seemed as though his shoulders were wider, and his neck shorter? His suit, as usual,
fit perfectly though. After a while his Mom "Britanny, and his sister, "Mistress Fiona" walked out the front door holding hands
and giggling. Altough Alex had never driven before, he found that he handled the car with his big hairy hands like a pro: of course.
After he pulled up to the airport, he got out, and opened the door for his passengers. Miranda, was wearing a severe travel
suit, and helped "Mom" get out of the back. "Mom", turned to Alex. "Simms, While we're gone, you will look after the house."
She continued, "I decided that you and your father; Sobiesky, will be the gay couple I got to house sit for me!" Giggling she said, "I think
it'll be best for your Dad!" "Now, HE'LL know what it's like to have to accommodate a horny man all the time!" she said while
rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, I've given you the right equipment to keep him out of trouble." Turning around, Miranda and her
exchanged a kiss, and walked off into the terminal together, holding hands.