47: Lessons - II

Three weeks had passed since Mark found himself thrust into his new role at the Walker mansion.

Over time, the relentless teasing from the maids had reduced. Instead, they observed him silently from a distance, stealing glances at their new "young miss" as she swayed her hips with an almost practiced allure while performing chores.

Eliza and the senior maids, who later witnessed this transformation, soon recognized it as the handiwork of Lily's training. They hinted the changes to Agatha but otherwise left the matter alone, apart from secretly recording videos for her.

The lascivious new maid left everyone at the mansion struggling to relate "slutty young miss" with the previous "rebellious young master" she once was.

Though the occasional spanking persisted, the household maids had slowly started to accept the "young miss" as one of their own.

Mark stood in the kitchen early that morning, a sharp knife in hand as he sliced vegetables at the counter. The rhythmic chop of the blade echoed in the otherwise empty room.

Glancing around to ensure he was alone, he let out a soft hum.

The bandages were off, and with them went the last remnants of his old appearance. His Adam's apple and his formerly androgynous features had fully transitioned into a strikingly feminine visage. His voice, now soft and undeniably feminine.

Even his hair, now brushing against his neckline, revealed his natural blonde color at the roots, the black dye lingering only faintly at the tips.

But these physical changes weren’t the most troubling part of his transformation.

Strangely, as soon as he began eating solid foods again, an unusual craving crept back—one he hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t for any ordinary delicacy, but something far more lewd and unsettling.

He hadn’t tasted cum in weeks—not since that day with Derrick. The vivid memory of its thick, creamy warmth filled his mind whenever he sat down for a meal.

Now, whenever he held a large cucumber, his thoughts drifted, and his mouth watered at the recollection of Derrick's member, the way he had gobbled it in his mouth in the confined space of the car.

Every time these thoughts surfaced, Mark shook his head furiously, trying to dismiss them as his body's desire to go back to being a man after eating enough cum.

After a moment’s hesitation, he set the knife down and pulled out his phone. Placing it on the counter, he opened a dance routine video and pressed play.

Slowly, he began swaying his hips to the beat, his movements gradually getting more fluid. He mimicked the dancer’s movements, letting the music guide him.

Before long, his body transitioned seamlessly into the belly-dancing routine Lily had assigned him to perform later that evening.

What surprised both Lily’s entourage and himself was how naturally he had taken to the art, especially with his hips, as if they had a will of their own.

Each sway sent ripples through his soft belly, the gentle fat trembling in mesmerizing circles under his maid uniform.

Raising an arm gracefully, he mirrored the dancer’s pose, his hand grazing his face as a spontaneous, playful grin spread across his lips.

There was something satisfying about these moments, a fleeting sense of peace in his life otherwise dominated by others—Sarah, Derrick, Luke, Evan, Alice, or the maids. For just this brief interlude, he could lose himself in the rhythm, unbothered and free.

“Mia?”

Heuk!

Mark froze and spun around to see Agatha and Eliza standing behind him—Eliza with a gentle smile and Agatha with a slightly worried one.

“Y-yes, Mom?” he replied instinctively, his soft voice carrying nervousness of being discovered.

"Mia, I was thinking we could go shopping again today."

"Yes, Mom!" he replied eagerly, seizing the opportunity to escape Lily's painful evening lessons.

Agatha had recently developed a peculiar fondness for him—or rather, for Mia. Every few days, she would appear with a new outfit, determined to dress him up like her personal doll. It was draining, but Mark had learned to endure it with a convincing smile since it saved him from Lily's **** on his butt.

Running her fingers through his hair, Agatha inspected its growing length with a thoughtful expression. "Eliza tells me you’ve been doing wonderfully, Mia. I’m so proud of you."

She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone softening. "I know how much you’ve wanted to take over the company. I was against it before, but… I think you might be ready. At the New Year’s ball, I’ll introduce you to the shareholders. They’ll likely challenge you since you don’t have a business background, but I promise to stand by you—even if your father believes Evan is the better choice."

Mark’s heart skipped a beat. 'Support me? Is this really happening?'

“And speaking of your father,” Agatha added, her tone growing more serious, “he’ll be coming home soon. He said he wants to have a private talk with you.”

“Oh?” Mark **** a smile, his jaw tightening slightly.

“Don’t worry,” Agatha reassured him. “It’ll all be fine once he sees how far you’ve come. Now, go get dressed.”

Mark’s mind raced as he nodded and left the room. A plan began to take shape.

'Mom’s finally on my side. The maids more or less have become forgiving as well. And all I had to do was just act cute. For now, I’ll play the role of the perfect daughter. Once I take control of the company, dealing with Evan and the others will be very easy. Not to mention, I'll be able to go back to being a man.'

"Yes, Mom," Mark said with a bright, practiced sweet smile as he headed off to prepare.

That evening, Mark carefully adjusted his demeanor, acting sweet and docile to win Agatha's favor during their outing.

As they browsed the racks at Alice’s boutique, Rebel, Mark couldn’t help but smirk, already scheming an easy way to get back at Alice while winning Agatha over as well.

Browsing through the shop, he finally found the store's most priced collection. After examining the price tag, he gently started picking out the dresses one by one, holding it against his chest, checking the mirror and asking for their mom's opinion - which was always positive.

"Alice, your dresses are so beautiful,” he cooed, tilting his head with an innocent expression, making sure Agatha could hear him. “But I just can’t decide. Can I just pick all of them?”

Alice arched an eyebrow, immediately seeing through his ploy. “Mia, don’t think I’ve forgotten about the car damages you still haven’t paid for. And now you want free clothes on top of that?”

Feigning a pout, Mark glanced at Agatha. “But, Mom, I’ve been working so hard. Don’t I deserve a little reward?”

Agatha chuckled warmly, patting his shoulder. “She’s right, Alice. Mia’s been working so hard nowadays. It’s just a few dresses for your little sister, after all.”

Alice sighed, clearly exasperated. Mark grinned behind Agatha’s back, savoring the small victory. But his triumph was short-lived.

Noticing Alice’s frustration, Agatha turned to her with a thoughtful expression. “You know,” she began, “since Mia has been doing so well as a maid, perhaps she could help at your store as a clerk. It would be a great experience for her.”

Mark stiffened, his smile faltering. “Actually,” he said quickly, “I’ll be returning to uni soon. I’ve already taken a three-week break.”

Alice’s lips curled into a sly smirk, catching the desperation in his tone. “Then how about working on the weekends as a model? I’ve been searching for a ‘cheap’, I mean, cute model for my store’s new collection anyway.”

Mark opened his mouth to protest, but Agatha clapped her hands in approval. “What a fantastic idea! Modeling will help you build confidence in yourself and you’ll also get to spend time with your big sister. I am sure you will learn a lot about business from your independent big sister. Then, it’s settled.”

Internally groaning, Mark **** a strained smile, his mind screaming.

“Y-yes, Mom."