Damn latch (Patreon)

The Halloween party was ending and Mike was pleased with himself. He really shocked his wealthy parents when he decided to use this suit he bought online for a laugh. Although, of course, he had some doubts, the rebellious nature of the 17-year-old boy made him do it in spite of his parents, who were conservatively opposed to various kinds of transvestite things, and they also hated the French for one reason only they knew, which Mike did not understand

"Oh... that was certainly very funny... Where's the damn latch..."

Mike thought to himself, touching only smooth skin and surprisingly feeling these touches with his body, realizing that this was already somehow strange. But he noted a few minutes ago that apparently this suit was too tightly pressed to his skin, and that is why it seemed to him that

"Shit, what the hell?!"

Already starting to worry, Mike more and more felt the place where there was a lightning bolt to take off the suit. But I didn't find anything like it. Moreover, the touch of his long nails, which now seemed real to him, scratched his skin and he felt how much it hurt.

Deciding to go the other way, Mike sharply squeezed his long hair and tried to take off his fancy wig, but instead felt intense pain from trying to rip out his long hair, which somehow stuck, according to Mike, to his head

- Que diable! Ce n'est pas possible! (What the hell! It's impossible!)

Covering his mouth in surprise with his hand, Mike opened his eyes, not believing that he was now speaking French, although he no longer portrayed a French maid and

- Un, deux, trois... check... Je suis Francesca Marcel la bonne... non, non ! Ce n'est pas vrai! (One, two, three... check... I'm Francesca Marcel, maid... no, no! Not true!)

Concentrating and remembering the English words, Mike finally spoke in his feminine voice

- Je parle anglais... C'est ma langue maternelle...

But it still came out the same.

- Francesca! We need to clean everything in the house .... damn it! what are you doing here!

Maika's mother came in, not expecting to see her French housekeeper's naked tits, and at first she was a little stunned. But soon she took control

- Mere! C'est my! Francesca! Je veux dire, je suis ta gouvernante et tu n'es pas ma mere! (Mom! It's me! Francesca! I mean, I'm your housekeeper and you're not my mom!)

- God, I don't understand you! When will you learn English? CLEANING! CLEANING! and cover your boobs!