Later at Kyle Perkin's home Martha prepared for what was to come. Adjusting her uniform to expose a bit of lacy bra she tried to make herself look as sultry and appealing as she could. This could be her last act as a woman and she wanted to make it count. She checked to make sure her kerchief was ready, careful not to touch where it was wet with Jennifer's saliva. Touching that too soon would give away the game and spoil the trap. Ringing the bell she adopted a pose that she was sure would distract any guy. Hopefully Kyle was straight or the plan might fail.
Kyle opened the door to see a busty french maid standing there impatiently. His jaw dropped open as his eyes were drawn immediately to her exposed cleavage. "Are you monsieur Perkins?" Martha asked in an adopted french accent. "I was hired to how you say, make you feel better yes."
She used her kerchief to dab the drool starting to pool at the corner of his mouth as he gaped. If he felt the static charge he barely registered it at all. Rubbing the kerchief across her bosom to distract him further she winced slightly as the saliva bit her. "May I come in mon petit chou? Oui?" She pointed, trying to get off the street before any of the embarrassing changes started. Slack jawed, Kyle led her into the house and she closed the door behind herself.