The Masterplan

Originally, this was supposed to be a saga or sort but writer's block was a massive pain so I stopped. Interestingly, the first part was good enough to stand on its own.

Transcript:

I’ve been watching her ever since she’s here, the new maid. She has been here for only a few weeks and yet, she has mesmerized me; the way she walks, sashaying down the corridor in her 3-inch black pump, the way she talks in her honeyed voice, smiling at me whenever we have a chat, the way she gestures; timid yet flirtatious, always playing with me and at the same time implying we could be more than master and servants and the way she looks, her face so innocent, yet mischievous and playful.

Today, she came into my room to “clean”. In her usual 3-inch black pump, flesh-toned stockings, and her shortened skirt, she has come to tease again. I know, because she only reserves this sight for me. The way she cleaned, putting herself in positions where she almost exposes her panties for me while showing off those fairly plump thighs of hers. Hopefully, she doesn-Oh shit, she’s looking this way!

The Chameleon smiled slightly. Sir Landebert’s youngest son bashfulness can be endearing at times but this is not the time for pleasure. It has taken him quite a while craft Eliza, his current disguise, and much to his luck, young master is surprisingly into homely girls like Eliza. But he has bigger agenda to take care of - The Heart of Claudia; it is one of the most prized jewelry on this planet; its net worth is in tens of millions and it is the family heirloom of the Landebert family.

At least for now.

The problem however, is that nobody knows where it is except the family itself and this is where Eliza comes in. Purposely bending over to reach for the basket, the Chameleon exposes what the voyeur is yearning for and smiled. Hopefully, the Chameleon thought, Eliza would be able to get it through the heart of the man in front of her.

Routine

Transcript:

A nine-to-five job rarely guaranteed satisfaction. Lammert, like many other people, knew that but when the economy was harsh, he had to count his blessing.

Money was not an issue, his job pays the bill and still leaves a bit of surplus as he needs little other than a roof over his head and other basic necessities. His alter ego, on the other hand, needs a lot more than that.  

At five, Lammert would always packed up and go. At six, he would have reached home and as he took off his socks and shoes, his blonde hair would grow longer, turning into a darker shade of brown. As he took of his shirt and pants, his body grew slimmer and lose its masculine shape; his chest area expanded and breasts began to develop and grow while his pelvis became larger and his legs became more toned and smooth. Taking off his underwear, he noticed that his cock was getting smaller, as if withdrawing into his body, and being replaced by a nice, moist and tight vagina. Before he hit the shower, he could feel his face configuring itself, his features becoming more soft and his lips becoming more full.

After the shower, Lammert stepped out of the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he saw a middle-aged brunette with an alluring figure and blew a kiss to it. Opening another cabinet, he fished for a black thong and a blue cocktail dress that emphasise her bosom. Finally, he finished his dress-up with a 3-inches platform heels. Looking into the mirror, Lammert smiled and muttered a word of ‘perfect’ before grabbing his purse and heading out.

At seven-thirty, Cecillia stepped out of her home. It’s been a long tiring day at work and she definitely need a way to relax herself. Perhaps, a free drink or two at the nearby club and a good night of raucous sex will help.

Another Series of Bodyhops

Oh gosh, it has been too long. Sorry about the delay, I've been a bit too busy. These Bodyhop caps had been uploaded at the PosessionObsession4 group, I hope you enjoy these.

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