With a curtsy

There is something different about SteveMaster, now. He looks... better. I am lucky to have such a handsome Master, you think to yourself, trying not to stare as you curtsy. "Welcome home, Master."

"Thank you, Mariko," he says, as he gives you his jacket to hang up. So that's your name, now? It makes sense, it's probably the closest Japanese girls name to Mark.

You look at him as he walks away from you, into the living room. He really is handsome. SteveMaster was never the worst-looking guy, but as Mark, you never considered him particularly handsome. Slightly overweight, pretty average in height, yeah, pretty average in most aspects, really. He doesn't really look any different, now, if you discount the fact that he's wearing smarter clothes. And yet... he does. Seeing him from your new feminine perspective, as someone who's pretty clearly attracted to men, you find your perspective of him has changed. There's something about his manner. He looks confident, assertive. Two very attractive qualities for you, now. With your reduced size, he towers over you, an imposing presence. Another attractive quality. There's something arousing about the thought that if he so wishes, there's nothing you could do to stop him from dominating you, physically.

All these thoughts fly through your mind in a blink of an eye, as you look at SteveMaster for the first time through Marikos eyes. You find the thoughts drifting in a naughty direction, as you follow him in. "Bring me a beer," he states, as he sits down in the most comfortable chair in the room, turning on the TV. That spot used to be mine, you think, but you curtsy again. "Of course, Master." As you turn towards the kitchen, it's obvious that he looks down at your ass, admiring your feminine curves. That makes your heart skip a beat, and you make sure to put extra sway in your hips, a bit of an extra show, as you go get him his beer.

"Here you go, Master." You hand him the beer, before straightening up, waiting for him to give you another order, or perhaps dismiss you. Your downcast eyes wander up his legs, and end up resting at his crotch. There's an obvious bulge there. Should you...? SteveMaster does seem a bit tense, and you know that a blowjob would help release the tension. Besides, the thought of wrapping your lips around your Masters big, hard cock, tasting his seed in your mouth... You can feel how the idea arouses you.

No, wait. It's SteveMaster. He's not your Masterroommate, he is your roommateMaster. He's a bit of a loser, a guy you took pity onso handsome and successful. He rents a room from youowns this place, and graciously lets you stay in the smallest spare bedroom as part of your payment for your services. You're a guy, and you're not supposed to be attracted to hima young, submissive girl, and you find him and his dominance immensely attractive - in fact, you sort of have a crush on him.

Both sets of thoughts go through your mind. You have no problem recollecting being Mark, and how your relationship was then. But the thoughts belonging to Mariko feels more salient, their emotional content more readily at hand. The only part about Marks thoughts that stand out to you is how much your status has changed. The fact that you used to be a man, used to have a decent amount of money, used to own this place, and now you're a sexy little maid, eager to please her Master, your former roommate, feeds into your new sexual wiring and makes your pussy soaking wet.

You look at SteveMaster, and over to the bookshelf where you put the stereotype gun. It's the only way to avoid your fate. You look back down at Steve'sMaster's crotch. He's spread his knees, now, inviting you to kneel down between his legs. He doesn't say anything, nor does he even give you a glance, but you feel that he expects you to do it, and that gives you an extra compulsion to do so. The gun would still be there later. You could explore this, and turn back afterwards. Couldn't you? What if SteveMaster learns about the gun, and removes that option? What if you find yourself enjoying your new position too much, and won't want to turn back? You can feel your heart racing in your tiny chest, butterflies in your stomach. You have to make a decision.