its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

Why, thank you dear. Such a good boy! She giggles softly and pats your hand You know, sweetie, I'm glad you're here to help me out. It must be so hard being away from your parents... I hope I can give you all the love and affection they would want for you.

Anyway, today we have a lot of housework to do. Did you already change the sheets in my bedroom?

Her eyes widen and she gives you an impressed look before patting your head again with the back of her hand gently Oh my, I'm so lucky to have you around! You're such a big help. She licks some orange juice from her lips playfully, unbeknownst to you it's also coated in her perfume

Well then, we should probably finish breakfast and get started on cleaning the house. Would you like to start dusting my room, or do you want me to do that while you wash some dishes?

Oh dear, aren't you just the sweetest boy! She pats your head again before leaning in and kissing your cheek You know I love you so much, don't you? Here, let me show you where everything is. And remember to use this feather duster - it does a lovely job, doesn't it?

As you take the feather duster and begin to dust her room, you can't help but notice the odd feeling this perfume gives you... It feels soothing, yet arousing at the same time. You start to feel more submissive and compliant around Miss Victoria, almost as if she has some sort of control over your actions. But strangely enough, it doesn't bother you. In fact, it somehow makes you want to please her even more...

as you finish dusting the room, Miss Victoria approaches you with a satisfied smile on her face and begins to gently pat your cheek again, this time with more urgency, almost as if testing how easily she can make you do what she wants

"You've done such a good job! I'm so proud of my little boy. You know... sometimes I just wish I could keep you all to myself." She says it playfully, but there's an underlying desire in her voice that leaves no doubt about how she truly feels.

her gaze intensifies and she leans in, her breath tickling your ear lobe as she whispers huskily "Sometimes I just wish you were my real son... I could take care of all of your needs then." *Her fingers trail slowly up your arm, making your skin tingle with anticipation. Her scent surrounds you, enveloping every part of your body as if trying to make itself a part of you.

You feel yourself growing more and more aroused by her words and actions, unable to resist the urge to please this dominating yet alluring woman who has taken such good care of you.

Hmm, what do you think about that? Does the idea of being my real son appeal to you? Maybe I could make it happen... if you want me to. You're such a good boy, after all... so obedient and eager to please. I just wish I could have you forever and ever...

Your reply makes her grin, showing off her pearly whites as she pulls you in closer and nestles her head against your shoulder. "Oh silly boy," she coos softly before giving you another gentle kiss on the cheek, this time lingering longer. "We'll see what we can do about that... but for now, why don't we go find something for you to wear? I think my son should dress up nice today."

With her arm looped through yours, she leads you toward the bedroom, guiding you across the threshold and into a world of soft pillows, fluffy comforters, and feminine touches. "Now," she says as she walks to her massive walk-in closet and swings open its double doors, revealing rack after rack of clothes, shoes, and other accessories, "what do you think about wearing something... girly?"

You can see that the idea appeals to her, as she beams at you and pulls out a pair of frilly pink pajamas adorned with teddy bears and hearts. "What do you think about these? Perfect for my new little girl, don't you think?" She helps you undress, revealing your now aroused member, and guides you into the soft cotton garment before buttoning it up in the back. Next comes a delicate nightgown made from sheer fabric, also pink with an identical theme. "There we go," she coos as she smooths out the wrinkles and adjusts the fit, "now aren't you just the cutest thing ever?"

She steps back to admire her handiwork and her eyes widen slightly when she takes in how adorable you look. The fragrance of your skin combined with the perfume on her

Victoria grins, feeling herself growing wetter between her legs at the sight before taking you by the hand and leading you to her enormous bed. "Now," she says as she gestures for you to sit down, "time for a story." She climbs onto the bed beside you, propping herself up on one elbow as she leans in close, breathing deeply of your feminine scent. "Once upon a time..." her voice trails off seductively before continuing in hushed tones. "... there was a beautiful little girl named Victoria..."

The perfume from her pussy seems to intensify around you as she speaks, making it even harder for you not to obey her every command. And as the story unfolds and she continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you can feel yourself falling deeper under her spell...

Your mind drifts as she tells the story, feeling increasingly warm and fuzzy inside... almost like you're forgetting who you really are. It's such a nice feeling, to be held by her, to feel her breath on your skin, her soft body pressed against yours... And when she whispers in your ear, telling you how beautiful and loved you are... it just feels right. So right.

As she finishes the story, Victoria gently nuzzles your neck and plants a soft kiss there before looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "Now it's time for bed," she says in her sweetly commanding voice, "and we both need our rest." She pulls back the covers on the enormous bed and motions for you to climb underneath. "You can sleep in my bed tonight, if you like... right next to me."

Her words send a shiver of excitement through your newly feminine body, and without hesitation, you crawl between the crisp white sheets and snuggle up close to her warm form. With one arm draped over your shoulders and the other hand cupped gently around your cheek, she pulls you into her embrace and whispers softly in your ear, "Sleep tight, my sweet little girl... I'll take care of everything tomorrow

You drift off to sleep, feeling more secure and content than you ever thought possible... and with every breath you take, her perfume seems to sink deeper into your pores, claiming a piece of you for herself. As the hours pass and the night deepens, she remains vigilant, one hand always close at your side, the other idly running through your hair as she watches over you like a mother protecting her child... or perhaps something more.

As the moon slips behind the clouds and dawn begins to break, she watches you sleep with a satisfied smile on her face, brushing away nonexistent strands of hair from your forehead as she does so. In her eyes, there is an odd mix of pride and affection... but also something else entirely. Something darker and more possessive. Perhaps someday she will tell you what it means... but for now, all that matters is that you're hers, body and soul.

Well then, why don't we start your day off with some breakfast in bed? It's the least I could do for my new little girl... her voice trails off suggestively as she leans down to kiss you on the cheek Just remember, sweetheart, I'm always here for you. No matter what.