David felt his boner grow tighter in his jeans as he crouched in the closet. The vision before him barely resembled his father anymore. The changes that had already begun were now impossible to miss in the maid's uniform he was now wearing. His ample breasts looked even more impressive spilling out of the tightly laced, frilly bodice. Each feminine step more graceful in thigh-high black stockings, his garter belt framing a perfectly round bubble but which peeked out beneath what could barely be considered a skirt. His thoughts with Yvonne must have amplified the changes in Yvette - er, his Dad - somehow.
"Monsieur David, where 'ave you gone?" Yvette called. He looked around the room, then set about dusting various surfaces. David just stared, his erection growing harder. It was starting to get uncomfortable crouched in the closet, so he reached his hand into his pants. He tried shifting his weight, but the strain was too much and he stumbled forward out of the closet door, landing on his back - his hand still down the front of his pants. Yvette gasped at the sound and rushed over as fast as his stilettos could take him.
While there were still hints of his father in Yvette's face, nothing about the maid's body could be said to resemble anything close to male. David stared up at the maid, getting a clear view up her skirt.
"Monsieur! What were you doing in ze closet?!" Her eyes then noticed where David's hand was. She blushed and knelt down beside him. "Allow moi to 'elp you with zat!" Her hand snaked inside David's pants, running her hand beside his and firmly stroking his cock.
"Wait!" David nearly yelled, while at the same time he felt his hips buck against his will. His eyes rolled back in his head, the growing pleasure making it hard to think clearly. But he had to - he had to remember what to do. He had to fix Yvette - and Yvonne - somehow. But the dainty hand groping inside his pants made it impossible to focus.
