Robert woke with a headache. He'd hidden himself away after the realization of the previous afternoon along with a bottle of wine. The night had brought some significant changes to the former head of the household.
His hair had grown out plenty, and he already tied it back loosely to keep it out of his face. He was also now sporting a decent pair of firm perky breasts beneath the dark nipples he had acquired the previous day. With a sigh he picked up the black and white outfit he’d come to see as his uniform. “Ow ‘as it come to zis” he said to himself quietly. He stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist then up and over his shoulders, sliding his arms into the long sleeves. He slipped his feet into a pair of heels then picked up the small white apron and started tying it around his waist.
Once he was finished dressing, he looked at himself again in the mirror, staring sadly at his reflection. He saw the lithe body of a 20-something black woman. There was no element of his former self present.
He took a seat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. "je ne sais pas combien de temps je peux encore supporter," he thought to himself. After a few moments of self-pity he took a deep breath and took one last look in the mirror.
“Pull yourself togezer Robet!” He said to himself. A wave of uncertainty came over him, and he just sat there, making no move to start the day, instead staring into space, trying to focus. But the thought he would get in trouble for not working kept invading his thoughts...then he reminded himself he owned the house...
The room didn't have much in the way of frills. He grabbed a pad and started writing things down...in French, but...focusing on what he should be doing today.
There was a knock on the door. "Are you in there? It's Mister McMillan," a deep, but yet still sounding a bit feminine voice said.
