The Nanny Job

Well, I was planning to post this short story on the Patreon, but on further thought, decided it would be just as well to post it here instead. Though I did upload some new 3D artwork.

Anyway, this is not a finished story, and it's really only about as long as a typical caption. It's really just a setup to a transgender story I started last year, which I think was intended to be a transgenderified version of The Nanny (the old sitcom) but I can't really remember where I was going with it all.

Still I hate to waste it, so consider this a sneak peak into my weird collection of unfinished story ideas.

- B-Rex

And since I don't have any good pictures for this to caption, here's an upcoming picture from my Laura Krauff artwork, of Jenni Juggs the bimbofied djinn.

"Oh, who's the stud cleaning your pool?"

Martin hated the words the instant they left his collagen-enhanced lips, but the interview was getting to the weaker portion of his cover, and he needed the distraction. If only he could get his lilting voice in check, though. A few more weeks of vocal practice and he'd have had it down, but there just wasn't enough time.

Mr. Chesterton looked up from the job application. "Hmm, what? I don't have a pool clean-- Oh, you must mean Johnny, my son." Martin blinked, looking back at the young man running a net through the Olympic-sized pool. The man must've been in his twenties. "Yes, he's been looking to earn a little extra allowance this summer, so I've let him do some of the grounds keeping chores."

"He's... older than I expected," Martin said, his altered vocal cords adding a lustful tinge to the words he hadn't intended. "From your advertisement, I thought I'd be expected to tutor and chaperone your son to and from school."

The rich widow nodded, a sadness covering his face. "Yes, he was forced to miss several years of schooling when he was younger, from the rehab after the... the... accident." The man ran a finger over his worn wedding ring, and Martin suddenly understood. "He's in perfect health now, of course, but he has been quite behind the other students his age. He's starting his Senior year this fall, thankfully. Part of your tasks will include driving him to the school and tutoring him in Math, as that's his worst subject."

Martin nodded, then said, "Oh, Mister Chesterton, does that mean I've got the job after all?"

He hated the way his surgically-altered larynx turned the perfectly normal sentence into a seductive coo, but it was too late to worry about that. He did wish he hadn't argued with the doctors, demanding they tighten his vocal cords more than their original recommendations. He'd just been worried he'd end up sounding too much like his old male self. Now he sounded like a sexed up teenager, not the adult woman he was meant to appear.

"Why yes, it does indeed." The forty-something old man smiled back at the buxom faux-woman, seemingly oblivious to his new employee's inner turmoil. He held out his hand, grasping Martin's fingers delicately. "Welcome to my home, Miss Merriam. We'll just finish the paperwork and then I'll show you to your room."

Martin let out a sigh of relief. Finally! 

The interview had taken over an hour, and the widow's questions had been getting far too deep into his carefully constructed false background. Another few questions about his fake hometown, and he'd have surely let the cat out of the bag.

The conman kept his reaction to a minimum, however, instead planting a smile over his thickened lips as his new employer placed an employment contract on the desk. He signed it quickly, but carefully, keeping his script fine and feminine just as he'd practiced. The man added his own signature, and with that, Amanda Merriam was officially the Chesterton Family nanny.

The news of the son's older age was actually a God-send, Martin reflected, following his new boss out of the office and down the mansion's corridors to see the quarters he'd be living in for the foreseeable future. From the man's advertisement, he'd thoroughly expected to have to take care of a younger child, possibly even changing diapers and the like. But a healthy twenty year old was going to be far less hassle.

Which will leave me that much more time to work on seducing the widow, Martin thought, grinning as the older man gave him a tour of his new suite. He mentally recalculated his plan; this new development could probably shave another few months off, easy.

The plan had been a bit harebrained when it first came to Martin, but he had been desperate, and so far everything was going much better than he'd ever dared hope. Originally he'd planned to spend a few months seducing the rich widow, marrying the man, and then divorcing him at the earliest opportunity, taking half of the man's multi-billion dollar estate in the process.

But while recuperating from the half-dozen surgeries that had transformed him into a very convincing woman, the thirty-year-old conman had seen the advertisement for a nanny at the Chesterton mansion. He'd instantly applied, knowing it would give him his best shot of getting close to the widow. Living under the same roof, he'd have far more opportunity to catch the man's eye, than he'd ever have had trying to compete with the other real women at charity balls and the local country club.

Now that he had the job officially, it would be only a matter of weeks before he had the insanely rich man wrapped around his finger. And thanks to the widow's strong Catholic upbringing, Martin even had the perfect excuse to avoid trying out his new surgically-built pussy.

At least until the honeymoon, he added, grimacing at the thought. Still, I'll deal with that bridge when I come to it. If my luck continues to hold out this well, I might be able to avoid EVER having sex with the rich bastard. And once I'm divorced and my bank accounts are full, it's just one quick stop back in Thailand, and I'll have my cock back in place and these ridiculous tits off my chest. Nothing can stop me now!