Isabella met Dr Bonham after being trussed up by the powdered preening hair and makeup girls, stuffing her into a lacy black bra and panties, her bulging Latina titties threatening to burst out. At least she got to dress semi-professionally, nylons covering her legs and a grey pencil skirt clinging to her lewd booty, a pale blouse blouse covering most of her sizable cleavage.
The drive from the lab to the nearby house was fairly awkward, Isabella feeling compelled to break the silence as they drove towards a small, wealthy suburb. "So... it is two kids? Three aņos Emily, and eighteen aņos William."
Dr Bonham nodded. "Yes, so you will be primarily looking after Emily until her parents return. Her mother felt she'd delayed her career enough for William, but well, Emily came along, so it's felt she'd benefit from..."
Isabella put a hand over her heart, her programming already coming to love this little girl. "... someone actually mothering her!" she said indignantly.
"Don't badmouth the parents, for God's sake, it'll mess the kids up," Dr Bonham shook his head. "But yes, you will primarily be looking after Emily; William is graduating high school soon, and then is moving off to college in another state, out of your legal charge."
They pulled up at the house, a nice little two storey one with ivy around the door, a huge garden, and a wide driveway with a very expensive minivan parked there. Isabella got out as some of the lab staff ushered two kids outside. The oldest, William, was tall, pale, dark haired, clearly in a rebellious phase, not looking at her, slouching in his metal band t-shirt. The younger of the two was an adorable little blonde toddler in dungarees, who ran over to Isabella, who found herself kneeling to greet the little girl with a hug. "Ah, you must be Emily!" she said in her thick accent, smile spreading across her lipsticked lips.
The little girl nodded, before shyly asking. "Are you my new mommy?"
Isabella's eyes watered, her heart nearly breaking. "Not quite, Emily. You can call me Isabella. Or Issy."
"Issy," the girl hid her face but kept hugging her new 'step-mom'. Isabella looked up, flashing a smile to William, who immediately sullenly snorted.
"Look, I'm not gonna be an asshole or whatever, but you're not my real mom," the teen sullenly said, before turning and running inside.
Dr Bonham shrugged. "Kids. What can you do? Anyway, the kids' itineraries are on the kitchen table, and should be in your brain anyway. Over to you, we'll check in weekly, or every other week, we trust you to just do the job."
So it seemed Isabella was left to just... get on with some kind of life, now as this chick in her thirties?