"Now....Jonni...this is a big house so you'd better start cleaning it up." Karyn says with a sly grin.
I gulp, but feel my new form taking over. "Oui Oui madame" I say in a high pitched french accent and quickly curtsy and leave the room.
I start in the dining room, dusting all the shelves with my duster. It doesn't even seem tedious like cleaning used to. On the contrary, it seems like I'm meant to do it. The only problem is that my skirt is so short that it keeps raising up!
Every once in a while, I feel a cold gust of wind blow up my skirt, teasing my new pussy. I desperately tug it down in vain, knowing it will do no good.
"Looks like you can use a hand Jonni..." Karyn whispers sensually, suddenly standing right behind me as I am bending down to dust a low shelf. Her hand, however, does not tug my skirt down. It pulls it up more! Before I can protest, she starts gently stroking my silk panty clad ass. I almost feel myself purr again!
