Dr. Rosseau watched as the cargo plane came closer into view. He smiled at the thought of all the possible experiments that he could run. Of course, he had already run a few and the results of those were the members of staff. He needed someone to run the hotel after all.
Speaking of the devil, the elevator from the lobby pinged and out stepped the cleaning staff pushing a trolley full of cleaning supplies. Amongst them was the head cleaner, Michelle. On the surface, Michelle looked like your typical French maid. Wearing the standard black dress with a white frilly apron on the front and shiny black heels. The only difference to your standard French maid was that Dr Rosseau had experimented on her.
Or rather, him. Yes, this French maid was, in fact, a male although he was completely unaware of that fact thanks to the mind swapping experiment that Dr. Rosseau had performed. Michelle (Or Mike) was 5 foot 11 and had a stocky build. His brunette hair which before the experiment had been cut short now fell down past his shoulders ending in flowing curls. He wore minimal makeup, dark red lipstick and foundation to hide the odd bit of stubble that he couldn’t get rid of.
“Ah, Michelle!” Dr. Rosseau said smiling as he turned to face the man. Michelle returned the smile in kind and pulled Dr. Rosseau into a deep hug allowing Dr. Rosseau to take in the beautiful scent of perfume that he was wearing.
“I assume that all of the rooms are spotless?” He asked disengaging from the hug and holding Michelle at shoulder length.
Michelle giggled.
“Of course Doctor.” Michelle replied in a perfect French accent. “That iz the reason that you hired me, iz it not?”
Dr. Rosseau nodded.
“Of course my dear.” He said. “Now go and check on the rest of the rooms for me, please. The guests are about to arrive.”
Michelle nodded and turned to head toward the main dining room. As He turned, Dr. Rosseau slapped him on the bottom causing Michelle to squeal with delight.
