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Chapter 6 by bricktamland bricktamland

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Frank #4 (Maid)

"Frank," I turned at looked at the former man of the house, "looks like your son got the good dick genes. I can see how your wife is looking at him, I take it she hasn't been satisfied with you in bed recently?"

Frank squirmed like a little girl in his seat and pressed his legs together under his skirt. He looked down as he spoke, his voice rising an octave. "Catherine says my penis is too small for her to feel. She says since I can't satisfy her with my dick, I have to give her oral only. She said I have to call my dick a... a clit, because it's not even 3 inches!"

His children gasped at the revelation, and Frank started to sob, "I don't want to be feminine all the time, but maybe she's right. I'm not much of a man, especially with these." he cupped his B cup tits through his now low-cut black blouse. The hem of the blouse met with the top of his skirt, and connected into a dress over his slimming waist.

White stockings extended out of his flats, and the shoes themselves lifted up with 3 inch heels. His loose skirt began to poof out a little, and his ass plumped out underneath it into a juicy bubble. The skirt continued to erode until it was 4 inches above his knees and ruffled. He crossed a leg over the other and smoothed out the ruffles over his stockinged legs, the effect causing him to sit like a true woman.

He had lost another inch or two in height, and was short enough now that without the maryjane heels, he would have difficulty resting his feet on the floor. Catherine looked at him and shook her head. "Darling, I won't have you crying. Dry your tears." She handed her sobbing husband a tissue from the coffee table. As he dabbed his eyes so as not to smudge his mascara and eyeshadow, she commanded, "Now, What do we say to the doctor? Are you allowed to go by that name anymore? We talked about this. Do you need another spanking?"

Frank shivered and looked at me, voice sounding like almost a squeak, "I'm so sorry Doctor, my name isn't Frank, my wi-, I mean Ms. Catherine says I have to go by Frannie, so people don't get confused and think I'm a real man." I had to wonder how anyone would ever suspect that this little thing was a man.

Catherine nodded her head, "He's actually not showing much open resistance anymore doctor, so I'm not sure what else there is to do to reduce his masculinity. I'm actually very happy with how he turned out, almost like I have a real lesbian lover."

She beamed in satisfaction. "Frannie here had her last surgery on Tuesday to reduce her adam's apple and boost her tits to a D cup. It's still a bit confusing to her, her voice that is. But I don't want a male voice around here mucking things up when our sex life has started to improve so well. We've decided as a family that as good feminists, it's not right for Frannie to take on the role of the husband when she prefers me to be the head of the household."

She laughed a little and Christina did too. "That would be silly. So I've decided that the best course of action is for Frannie to act as our maid, she does enjoy serving women after all."

I nodded, "That sounds good, Catherine. You mentioned your sex life. Has it improved now that she's transitioned fully?"

Catherine nodded entusiastically. "Oh yes. She is very responsive to satisfying me. Sometimes I let her lick me to orgasm, and sometimes I like to use a strap-on and 'seduce the maid'," she laughed at the 'roleplay' they engaged in. "I love to watch her clean for me."

Catherine looked lustily at Frannie, her 'husband. "Frannie, I see dust on the mantle there, be a dear and clean up the living room a bit, we don't want the doctor to think we live like pigs." Frannie looked up from crying and nodded, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in the half-apron that was tied around her waist. She stood at once on her now 7 inch platform pumps and sashayed into the kitchen for her cleaning tools. Even with the platforms, she barely topped 5' 5" now. The tops of her white stockings left an inch of skin between the bottom of her black ruffled dress, and you could see the curve of her now soft, juicy ass peeking out.

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