CHAPTER
10
It was over a year later, when all the pieces of Dr. van
Damme's plan fell into place one day; Monica wrote to her about her
and Gloria's changing plans. They were going to be married in a
radical lesbian ceremony and Gloria wanted to move back to the city
where they could be in the center of the lifestyle that they lived
now. They would no longer be needing the services of Bob and Joe,
as they would be living in a lesbian commune and Gloria wanted all
memories of the two men erased from her memory. Did the Doctor have
any ideas?
The limousine slowed as it approached the guardhouse. Dr. van
Damme was expected, and the guard passed the car through only after
checking out the driver. Scrutinizing the security arrangements,
she nodded in approval. There would be no unauthorized entry to, or
exit from, the Watson estate.
The long car proceeded onto the remote grounds. After a short
drive, the house became visible, it was a mansion of the first
order. After stopping the car in front, the driver opened the car
door for her, Dr. van damme exited and walked up the steps of the
house. Forewarned of her arrival by the guard house, the door swung
open to meet her.
Dr. van Damme was taken aback for a minute by the appearance
of the individual who greeted her.
"Good morning Doctor."
"Good morning." Scrutinizing her greeter, Dr. van Damme
noticed the earrings. "You must be Robert."
"Yes Ma'am, however the mistress requests that I be addressed
as Babette."
"Well I'll be delighted to indulge her. Babette."
Bob admitted her, removed her coat, and took it to the
cloakroom. When he returned, Dr. van Damme examined the youth, who
was a product of her Institute. Robert Watson had started out with
a strong familial resemblance to his father, Joseph Watson and,
having undergone identical physical modifications, was now a
perfect replica of his dad. Bob was about five feet seven inches
tall, but his black patent spike heels added considerably to that.
Sheer black stockings sheathed Bob's long shapely legs, ending
on his upper thighs, from where garters stretched up to disappear
under his skirt. Although it stretched the imagination to call that
tiny bit of fabric a skirt. Bob wore a very abbreviated maid's
uniform, even more extreme than the ones that Gloria had originally
dressed Joe in. The skirt was held almost horizontal by fluffy
petticoats, both of which ended high on his hips. The Doctor could
see the boy's embroidered lace panties, his dark pubic hair clearly
visible through the delicate material. As he stood there with his
legs slightly apart, she could discern his vaginal lips, with the
profile of the vulva he had developed, outlined in the satin crotch
of his panties.
Bob wore no bra and his nipples poked out like tiny fingers
through the black satin of his uniform. The lace edged neckline of
Bob's dress barely covered his aureoles, and the expanse of his
massive bosom was fully revealed. His hair was parted in the
middle, and the long blonde tresses were brushed forward, to rest
atop the creamy white globes of his breasts. Shoulder-length black
gloves had the fingers cut off to allow him to wear them with his
long fingernails, and he wore the obligatory cap and apron. "If you
will please follow me Doctor, my mistress will receive you."
Dr. van Damme followed the youth, watching his ass wiggle in
the lacy panties, as he swished through the house before her.
Bob entered the sitting room where Gloria awaited their
arrival, with Dr. van Damme right behind him, and curtseyed. "Dr.
van Damme. Madame."
"Thank you Babette."
Bob curtseyed and withdrew to the wall where he stood with his
hands folded over his apron; the perfect maid, attentive to any
desire on the part of his mistress or her guest.
The two women greeted each other like long lost friends. After
some chatting Dr. van Damme asked "and how is Joe doing?"
Gloria explained, "I have decided, for the present, that
Joseph shall be called Yvette and Robert shall be addressed as
Babette. They look so much alike that I kid my guests; telling them
that they are the Ette sisters, Eve and Bab."
The Doctor chuckled at the joke.
Gloria pushed a little button. "I believe Yvette is doing the
laundry now. Let me show you how his training has progressed."
In a coupl eof minutes, the click of high heels on wooden
floors could be heard approaching the sitting room and then the
rustle of petticoats. Shortly a busty blonde, dressed and looking
exactly like Bob, traipsed in and curtseyed. "You rang Madame?"
Dr. van Damme, looked Joe Watson over. He was an exact
duplicate of Bob. The only way she could tell them apart was by the
fact that Joe's testicles had been gold-plated and he wore the
little balls permanently affixed in his earlobes, while Bob's were
sealed in clear plastic and swung from his ears on tiny chains.
"Yes Yvette. I desire that you pleasure me now."
"At once Madame." Joe obediently got down on his knees, while
Gloria pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Joe removed
her panties, leaving her in a garter belt and hose, then plunged
his face into Gloria's pussy and started licking it.
Dr. van Damme watched as the pretty man's blonde head bobbed
between his ex-wife's legs.
"The old Joe Watson wouldn't do this in a million years,"
exclaimed Gloria. "Now, as Yvette, he eats pussy every day. Would
you care to have Babette service you Doctor?"
"No thank you. Perhaps some other time."
"Oh well. You don't know what you're missing. Babette since
you have nothing better to do, attend to my feet."
Dr. van Damme looked on in silence as the golden haired
beauty, that had once been Robert Watson, knelt down on nylon clad
knees. Bob gently removed Gloria's alligator pumps then, being
careful not to interfere with his father, unhooked the garters and
rolled Gloria's stockings down her legs. Bob lifted Gloria's right
foot to his mouth and started licking it. After he had covered the
whole foot, he started sucking on her toes, ending up with all five
between his thick red lips. Completing his servicing of Gloria's
right foot, Bob placed it back on the floor and brought her left
foot to his mouth. While he was working on that one, Gloria lifted
her right foot and, using her toes, fondled Bob's tumescent nipples
through his satin dress.
Gloria leaned back and shut her eyes, obviously enjoying the
services of her maids. Dr. van Damme decided that she had seen
enough, excused herself, and left.
