I am Baaack! Part 2

She herself treasured Yvonne, her own maid. Yvonne was a real woman, and a maid by choice; she was well paid, and Joan considered her worth every penny. While Joan would have relished the opportunity to dominate and humiliate one of her forced shemale maids, she did not give in to temptation. She did not want one of her creations so close to her that there might be questions asked, connections made. There was small chance of that, she believed, but why take chances at all? Besides, for what she could make from one of her pets, she could hire fifty Yvonnes, even well paid as Yvonne was.

Joan relaxed, and sank into her chair. She sighed. Three boob jobs and one eye job today. The boobs were easy, but the eye job had been tricky and had taken five hours - a twelve hour day. All legitimate, though; none of the fun of putting an unwilling male under the knife!

Damn, Yvonne had her time off at the most inconvenient times! Normally, she would have been greeted at the door with a drink while her coat and scarf would have been taken and immediately hung up. She reached forward wearily and pulled her laptop off the coffee table into, where else, her lap. She flipped it open and immediately went to her secure email site. There was one email; it was from Transformation Systems, and had an attached photo.

Dear Joan,

Robbie is coming along nicely, as you can see by the attached pic taken by hidden camera. We actually all had a good time getting his hair done yesterday. Isn't it lovely - and he still thinks he looks masculine! Are we good, or what?! Ed and I both think the end of next month; we think she should bring as much or more than Rose did.

Hugs, Lou

Joan rather liked Lou and Ed, in a business sort of way. They took the same kind of pleasure in reducing their masculine prey into demure, submissive shemales as she did, and were just as ruthless. And they always produced quality goods. Sometimes they got a little overconfident, as this email seemed to indicate, but she could deal with that.