David stood for a moment in shock. This had to be Gilmore's doing. There was NO WAY he'd turn his own father into a simpering French Maid. Not on purpose. He followed the sound of clicking stilettos into the living room to find his brother, on the couch, watching TV. Andy barely batted an eye at his dad flitting about the room with a feather duster.
David would have wondered where it came from, if it hadn't been for the other new additions to the man's ensemble: a frilly cap and an expertly made up face, not to mention a manicure that matched his new red lips perfectly. He moved from shelf to shelf, table to table, taking small dainty steps and flicking his wrist elegantly. He smiled a gleeful smile the entire time.
"Say, Yvette," Andy said, looking up to his father, "Could you grab me a soda?"
A gleam came to the man's eye. "Oui, monsieur! Would you like ice?"
"Nah, just the can's fine." Without another word his father trotted into the kitchen. David's eyes widened as he looked at his brother.
"Yvette?! Andy! Don't you see what's going on here?"
Andy shrugged, "What do you mean?"
"That's our father!"
Andy looked towards the kitchen, then back to his brother and chuckled. "Yvette? I think you're losing it, bro."
David was starting to realize that reasoning with anybody might be futile, still he pressed on. "Why would we even need a maid?"
"What, you want to do your own chores? Besides, Yvette makes things more fun."
Before he could ask what "more fun" meant, the man his brother had called Yvette strutted back into the room, and David was treated to another shock. The ordinary, light blue polo shirt the man had been wearing was now stretched to its limit by a pair of large, perky tits. They bounced slightly with every step.
"Pour vous, monsieur," He said as he handed the can of soda to Andy. As he did so, he brought up the feather duster in his other hand and slowly began to swish it across Andy's legs. He moved the duster higher and higher, before playfully drawing the feathers across his crotch. Andy looked down and smiled, then leaned forward and reached out, giving one of Yvette's breasts a squeeze through his polo shirt. Yvette giggled, and David just stared at the bizarre groping that was going on.
This isn't right, he thought to himself. He wanted to feel disgusted, but instead felt strangely jealous. Andy shouldn't be the one getting that kind of attention. This won't do at all, David thought. Then, he started to feel something familiar - an internal shiver like he'd felt just before his dad started acting weird. Only it was much stronger this time.
