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You follow behind Mrs. Anderson down a number of hallways, passing by the locked off wing of the house.

"By the way, Mrs. Anderson, why is that wing locked off?" you ask.

"Oh, no special reason, Parker. Frankly, this house is too big for us and we've never really used that wing. It's easier just to lock it off so there's a little less work for the maids."

You arrive at Mrs. Anderson's boudoir and she unlocks the door to let you both in. You are immediately struck by the large amount of women's beautification products on display. There's a massive vanity covered with makeup and other beauty products. The door to a very large walk-in closet is open and she has a simply stunning amount of clothes and shoes. There's even a small hair styling station with a sink and a styling chair and a massage table in the opposite corner.

"Okay, Parker, why don't we start with a haircut, manicure, and pedicure? Go into the closet and strip down so we don't risk getting your clothes messy. There's a robe hanging in the closet that you can wear," she says. You see nothing objectionable about this so you walk into the closet, close the door, and strip off.

There is a full-length mirror here and you examine yourself in it, curiously. You seem to be about 5'4" with long, below your shoulders blond hair. You have very soft, pretty features and your face looks a lot like a girl's. You have womanly hips and a thin waist. Your bottom has more padding than is typical for a man. You have a little penis, perhaps 4" in length when erect. You have B-cup breasts.

You put the robe on and tie up the belt, marveling at how soft it feels against your skin.