Proving a point

It began, as these things often did, with an argument. 

Clive had stubbornly insisted that his roaming eye was only natural. That any man might stray like he had given the same temptation.

Jenny, his now ex, girlfriend had called him a pig and stuck to her view that most men managed to keep it in their pants no matter how hot their secretary might be.

Things escalated from there and the next thing Clive knew he was Chloe. Five foot two of pure sex appeal in high heels and a totally impractical maid's uniform.

Without needing to be told, Chloe also magically knew that she worked for the Smith family, and all she had to do to win her old body and life back was seduce her DILF boss and prove Clive right about all men being equally flawed. 

With her gorgeous new body and a lifetime of knowledge about what men really want, she figured she'd be back to being a he before midnight. That had been a week ago, though, and the man she called Sir was proving frustratingly resistant to her obvious charms. It was becoming clear that Sir was truly devoted to his loving wife, and Chloe was fast losing hope of ever going home. 

 Her only comfort was Sir's equally studdly son, who proved as horny as his father was coy. Certainly, more than willing to give the help the fucking she so desperately craved.

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