Emily knew immediately she had just made the situation worse. The maid folding panties was no longer Olivia. It wasn't Rebecca either. The buxom maid was her father, or at least feminised version of her father. She was certainly a woman, the sexy maid costume left nothing to the imagination. Her face was recognisably Paul's but without the facial hair. 'Oh no!' Emily uttered
'What's the matter Emily?' asked the maid
'Paula?' Emily shyly asked.
'Paula? Who's Paula?' the maid replied.
'Um uh.... Never mind. .... I'll just..... Sorry about barging in' Emily's attempt to fix the problem had just made things worse. If her father was now the maid. What had become of Olivia, her real mother? Emily backed out of the room and began to make her way back to the master bedroom. It was a long way, given the size of the house. She started to think of how to undo the situation but was at a loss. She knew she needed to very careful. Every mistake she made took the situation further away from her original reality.
Eventually she was outside the bedroom door. It was still ajar. She tentatively peeped.........