Yes Mistress
"You've missed a spot, just there." Mrs Featherstone snapped pointing to the offending stain "Honestly, you're almost as useless as my late husband."
Surpressing a sigh the late Mr Featherstone could only meekly obey the woman she now called mistress.
The new girl wished she could just explain her situation or failing that she could muster the will to tell her former wife to go hang. But that had proved even harder in this life than it had in her old one.
The older woman's cold dominant attitude had driven her old male self into the arms of the sweetly submissive girl whose body she now inhabited.
Dying and waking up in this body had been been a terrible shock but even worse was the realisation that being ordered around by her callous bitch of a wife now made her new pussy wet.
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