Hellen heard the moaning and came running down

“Mark! What the hell man, turn down the porn!” Hellen yells from the top of the stairs running down. Mark’s eyes shot open and his heart dropped. What was he doing?! If his wife saw a strange woman on the couch in a skimpy maids outfit with her fingers buried in her crotch, she would (rightfully) freak the fuck out. He looked around for a place to hide but he couldn’t think of a place Hellen wouldn’t look for him.

He heard his wife bolting down the stairs, she probably thought she would find her husband jacking off not a maid! “If you felt horny, you could have just come upstairs you know!” she was getting closer. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He pulled his dripping wet fingers out of his snatch and immediately felt an emptiness within him. He tried to stand up from the couch and his hands instinctively straightened out his clothes. His wife turned the corner just as he was pulled a strand of hair behind his ear.

“You better be done with your boxes else I won our bet your horndog. and because you started having fun without me doesn’t mean I am not claiming an additional rew…” Hellen’s voice trailed off as her eyes fell on the flustered porn maid standing in front of her.

She blinked twice with an agape mouth turned her head back towards the closed front door and into a room to the side. Looking back at the intruder, she started looking worried. “ Uhm hello… Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here? Dressed like…” she had to pause for a moment just to get her head straight. “Were you the one moaning?” she asked confused.

“Well you see …” Mark tried to start explaining the situation.

“Never mind that now, Where is my husband? He probably hired you to have some fun with me and told you to do this. MARK! you can come out now!” she called out to him.

“Very funny, but you know I’d want to have the fun with you.” Mark shielded his eyes from his wife. He was embarrassed that she really thought he would do something like that. Even if it was just for fun, that would make him look terrible.

“Hellen calm down.” He tried again.

“ow this will be fun, fine if my husband is too scared to face me then why don’t you do the honors?” she snorted.

Mark could only sigh. “your husband isn’t too scared to face you, considering the fact that he already is. Its me, Mark.”

Hellen looked the maid, who was smaller in nearly every way, up and down. “your right, ow how could I have not seen it, my shorter than me husband is standing right in front of me, you have his most definite reddish hair and the tits are definitely like his and he always wears a sexy maids outfit at home.” Hellen acted as if she believed it for just a brief moment only to break character immediately.

“How dumb do you think I am?” she throws her hands up in the air “I’m calling my husband and if he doesn’t pick up I’m calling the cops.”

Mark started to panic, he knew his phone was in the van and if he didn’t pick up she would start to get worried and follow through on her threat.

“Hellen, Wait! Let me prove that I am who I say I am.” Hellen looked at the maid expectantly with skepticism.

“you have a stone arrowhead birth mark on your side, my private nickname for you is Hellebear and two years ago you had the idea of becoming a camgirl for fetish sites to earn extra money.”

She lowered the phone and looked at him. “I never told anybody about the nickname and I know mark didn’t either. How did you know all that?”

Mark dropped his head and told Hellen to sit down because what he was going to tell her was beyond anything she had ever heard before.

Mark told Hellen everything and Hellen had trouble believing it yet she knew deep down the maid in front of her was telling the truth. “So let me recap, you, Mark put on the maids outfit for fun and then transformed into this?”

Mark nodded. “that’s about it.”

“All right… Now how do we change you back, don’t get me wrong your hot and all but I’m worried you might be stuck as that.” she stood up and inspected the cabinet which was empty.

“No clues here, have you tried taking it off.” Mark averted his eyes and shook his head.

“Well then, what are you waiting for, strip.” She pushed.

“Can you turn around?” Mark said meekly.

Hellen wanted to poke fun at him but just couldn’t due to how fragile he looked. He must really be feeling embarrassed to be stuck like this. She turned around as he requested and heard him taking off the outfit. Mark had less trouble taking it off compared to putting it on. After all the pieces of clothing were off he stood there naked as a small woman. He instinctively put his hand over his breasts and privates but to little effect. Mark waited and …