The production team had descended on the family home, rigging every room with hidden cameras and microphones from top to bottom. Even the bathroom wasn't spared. The Non-Disclosure Agreement the family were given to sign consisted of a very short contract held by a very, very large man, with the implication that a team of people broadcasting on the Dark Web with several industrial-sized farms for the incarceration and feminization of men were not the sort of people to piss off.

Lastly, the two maids were led in. They stood trembling in the kitchen, clinging to each other. Mom gasped, her eyes already darting shrewdly from one to the other. Jessica hopped beside her, clinging to her arm. "We're on TV, Mom! I can't believe it! I'm famous!" she squealed.

Nathan felt light-headed. He looked to mom, knowing she always knew what to do in these situations. But with a sinking stomach he realised that she had no idea which one was her husband.

The Presenter took his place before the film crew, smoothing down the sequins on his gaudy purple suit and flashing a smile that gleamed in the set lighting.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to the most scandalous, most illegal show you know you shouldn't be watching! Tonight, the stakes are as high as ever. In just a moment, our unsuspecting family will meet their new household helpers for the first time. On the right is the elegant Amélie Charpentier, a perky au pair with a heart of gold... and a pair that make me go 'au'! On the left we have Rosa Delgado, a seasoned cleaner and former wet nurse from the heart of Colombia. But here’s the twist… one of these ladies is not what at all as she appears..."

The presented pointed with his diamond-encrusted cane and the camera panned to follow it until it was pointing at the family photo on the wall, the proud father beaming at the back. "One of these two beauties is none other than Elliot Grayson, 41-year-old accountant, happy husband, and father of two. He has one week to convince his family that he's the real deal. If he succeeds, we'll give him back his cock and treat him to a full reversion, as if this never happened. But if he gives the game away, his former family members have the option to sell out Daddy-dearest to walk away with... One... Million... Dollars. Who knows? If they're feeling generous, maybe they'll use some of those ill-gotten gains to keep their former father as a maid to clean their new mansion. Haha! We will of course be checking in on the family throughout the week and bringing you the most sensational clips from our hidden cameras." The camera zoomed on his face. "It's time to play... Manny Or Nanny."

And as quickly as they arrived, the production crew began packing their equipment in reverse order; a technician wiping down their fingerprints as he went, until the only evidence remaining that they'd ever been here at all were the several dozen blinking red lights of their concealed cameras. The Presenter shook the family's hands, gave Nathan a wink and a hearty slap on the arm, and departed.

The family stood in silent shock. Nathan didn't know where to look, trying not to look directly into the lens of the camera in the top corner of the room every time he tried to raise his eye line about the pert breasts on display or the exposed buttocks peeking out from beneath the frilly, white hems.

"Well..." Mom said at last with her most calm, sensible tone. "... this is all rather silly, isn't it? And, I must say, completely pointless. Dear... sweetheart..." she said to the two trembling maids. "You know that your family loves you with all our hearts. And there is absolutely no way that any of us in this room would ever prioritize something as small as a million dollars over you. There is no price we would pay to give up the bond we share. If you simply tell us which one you are, we will pick the other and we can clear this whole thing up."

"Please, madame, it is not me. I am Amélie. Je suis une fille normale!" stammered the French girl.

Rosa gasped. "¡Él está mintiendo! He is your husband! I am the real thing!"

"God damn it," Mom hissed. "I really thought he'd fall for that."