Here he comes, right on time. Young Todd, here to mow my lawn. But I’ve seen the way he stares at me, and I’ve drank in those randy thoughts of his. And that’s when I’m dressed in appropriate clothing. In my sexiest corset, he’ll be like a puddle in my hands.
Oh Todd, you don’t know how lucky you are. Today, your dreams are going to come true, and so are mine. What some might call “narcissism,” I call “masturbation.” Oh, he sees me. I think he likes what he sees. That’s good new for him.
One curled finger and he stumbles over like an obedient puppy. He’s going to like the gift I made for him. For lack of a better word, let’s call it “Pixie Dust.” Just a little sprinkle, and he’ll be a perfect clone of myself, right down to my sexy panties.
I expect our playtime will carry on well into the weekend. Then, if he asks very nicely, I’ll try to figure out how to change him back.
