Martha smoothed her uniform as she made her way towards the door. She wondered if Mr. Smith had a lolita complex. The frilly skirt of her uniform barely left anything to the imagination. Mrs. Smith had chastised her husband for choosing the stereotypical naughty maid outfit for the official uniform. She would be even more irrate if she knew what Martha and Mr. Smith did while she was away on business.
Upon entering the foyer she could here a strange noise from the laundry room. At first it sounded like two girls, but one of the voices sounded a little off, like it was gradually changing pitch. The sounds were definitely passionite, which piqued Martha's curiousity. Slowly pushing upon the door so as not to alert the occupants she creeped into the room. What she saw caused her to gasp and drop her duster. The young mistress Jennifer apparently had her hand under the skirt of what appeared to be a tranny dressed as a slutty highschool girl.
"Its not what it looks like!" Jennifer blurted out. The nipples on Bridget's already shrunken breasts chose this moment to shrivel and harden eliciting a deepening moan. The front of her skirt fluttered forward slightly in response to new growth.
Martha could only stare in shock with her mouth hanging open as she realized the tranny Jennifer had been fondling actually was a slutty highschool girl.