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Finally, whatever is compelling you two to clean stops. You and Britney find yourselves in Mistress Laurie's kitchen, and both of you sit down for a moment of rest. Your stomach growls, and you hear Britney's echo the sentiment.
"I guess we're allowed a lunch break," says Britney.
"Good thing... I didn't get any breakfast," you say. You start rummaging through the kitchen and find some yogurt and a big bowl of salad. Though you'd prefer a big chunk of meat and, at this point, a huge beer, you content yourself with the yogurt and salad. Britney finishes first and goes about searching some more. She opens a low kitchen cabinet and bends over to examine it. You can see right up her skirt and petticoats to a delicious, plump little bottom. You feel warm, and your nipples start to press out against the soft satin of the maid's dress.
"Ah ha!" says Britney at last. You snap out of your reverie, and see Britney holding up a bottle of red wine. Though you've never been a fan of wine, right now any alcohol is a welcome.
"Don't just stand there posing," you say, "Pop it open!" Britney grins and fishes around for a corkscrew while you go grab a couple of glasses. After a couple of glasses of wine, you and Britney get to talking.
"I wish I could go home," Britney says, pouting her cute little lips.
"Me, too. I'd need a few operations to get back to normal, but... I don't know. At least you're still your original gender."
"You're a man?" she says, eyes going wide.
"Not anymore," you say solemnly, "Otherwise I'd probably have jumped you when you bent over to get the wine."
Though you said it wistfully, Britney can't help but giggle a little. It breaks into an outright laugh, and you start giggling, too. Britney gets out of her chair, and throws her skirt up for you. You laugh, but you're also a little aroused. She smiles, and you realize you must be blushing.
"Well, you seem to still be attracted to women," says Britney. You nod with a shy smile.
"She ought to be," says an all-too familiar voice. You both turn, startled, to see Mistress Laurie leaning against the counter. Her luscious lips are deep red, and she's wearing the most revealing red leather mini-dress you've ever seen. "...Otherwise, she's no good to me."
You both stammer for a moment, trying to collect yourselves, but being a little drunk and a little horny, you can't quite seem to speak right.
"Know what," says Britney, "I don't care how powerful you are. You're gonna set us free right now, and change Missy here back to what she used to be."
Mistress Laurie seems amused by Britney's outburst. She just keeps smiling and looking sexy.
"No," she says sweetly.
"You can't do this to us! We have free will! We're not your dolls, or your toys! You damn bit-" Before Britney can finish, Mistress Laurie waves a hand and a ball gag appears in Britney's open mouth. She squeaks with shock and fumbles at the straps, but they lock with an ominous click. You can see a little heart-shaped lock on the straps on the side of Britney's head.
"Well, that's enough of that talk, eh, Missy?" she winks at you. You inadvertantly pull your skirt and petticoats up to your chest in fright, exposing your ruffly little panties. Mistress Laurie grins, but doesn't comment.
Britney doesn't give up, though. She looks at Mistress Laurie with murder in her eyes. She starts towards her, but suddenly stops. Her poofy skirt suddenly shrinks to her legs, and wraps so tightly that she can barely move. Her heels arch suddenly, as they go from simple high heels to strapped-in ballet heels. She waves her arms for balance, and grabs the counter to steady herself.
"Don't make me add handcuffs," she says. Then, she seems distracted by a new thought. "You know, this seems a rather elegant solution to one problem. You two do have free will, and making my compulsion spells takes up a lot of energy. After all, I gave you two a simple one-hour lunch break and here you are drinking and talking back to your mistress. We can't have that."
"What are you going to do?" you ask.
"I'm going to reward you for good behavior, and punish you for bad," she says. She takes several confident, dominating steps towards you. You push back in your chair, but only find yourself up against the wall. "For instance, Missy... since Britney's the fighter, she'll be punished by being chained up. And since you're the whiner, I'll give you something to whine about. For every time you defy me, my orders, or do something wrong in your duties, your clothes will change appropriately. Or maybe even your bodies. I noticed you were getting quite aroused at Britney's little show. You two are supposed to be working during the day. So, miss pointy nipples..."
Suddenly, you feel a rush of cold and your nipples poke out again. But they keep hardening, almost painfully, and pushing into your satin uniform. You look down and see they've grown at least an inch out and are making little tent-poles in the cups of your dress.
"You two have done a... let's say an acceptable job cleaning. But now you have some dishes to do. Get to them. Then I'll need you to get my dinner ready and draw me a bath. And be careful not to make too many mistakes," she says with a chuckle. You want to protest, but you're too scared. As soon as she leaves, you stand and walk over to Britney. She's barely able to move on the ballet heels, let alone move with the hobble skirt. Tears are streaming down her face.
"It's okay," you say. You try to hug her to comfort her, but your pointy nipples poke into her boobs and you have to pull back. You look down at your new nipples and sigh mornfully. You wonder how liberal these changes are going to be.
Written by Anon
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