Michael used to be the Lord of the Manor.
He used to be a rich and powerful man who controlled his household and his wife with an iron rod.
Now, thanks to her and a simple cup of poison tea, his soul is trapped inside the body of one of the downstairs maids, and he now works hard all day while watching his wife sleep around with many different men and spend his fortune.
I was once Lord of the Manor, Michael was my name, I used to my in charge, I was rich and powerful, my word was law, I had a lovely wife, a girl you wanted to have. I had everything you wanted and then some. My life was cut short, I never believe it, that someone had the nerve to try to get ride of me, It started with a cup of tea, that had some poison, but fate or karma was strange, even funny, in is strange ways. Oh I died, by I didn't go to the great beyond, somehow I'm still here on this realm of existences, what worst. I was in a body of the downstairs maid , a lovely young girl, that I probably wanted her, but not like this, even I could tell them, that I'm Michael , in the young maid's body, that would a problem, if they would believe me, or they would do worse, some I had pretend to be the maid, I had pretend to work as a maid, I had pretend to not noticed my wife started openly sleep with men, some I knew before, she acted like she was lord of manor, well she is in charge. So I decided to plan, I had be careful not act like my old self, plus things could go wrong quickly.
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