mistress of the house

"If she were not suited to be mistress of the house, she would not have ended up in the master bedroom," explains the British-accented voice.

"So we'll finally have a boss? A mistress?" asks the Hispanic voice. The other two agree.

All is quiet for a moment, then the sound of static fills your ears. Then, after a minute, it is quiet again. The darkness is gone too, and you see you are still lying on the bed in the master bedroom. You begin to struggle against the bindings, only to realize they're not there. You sit up, brushing a strand of long brown hair out of your eyes, and look down at yourself. The black bodysuit is gone and in its place you're wearing a modest ankle-length sky blue dress. Your body is still clearly slim and feminine, and your hair is now brunette, smooth, straight, and reaches your butt. You look around, and see that the room is unchanged, except with the addition of a white card on the nightstand with writing in fancy lettering reading "WELCOME Mistress Rachel".

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