French maid

Suddenly, your clothes start to change. They transform from a sinple blouse and skirt to a French Maid's uniform. The top of it is very revealing, as your boobs seem to grow one cup, and nearly almost all the top of them are shown. The sleeves are poofed majorly, and have a white trim on the sides. The skirt was so shirt it almost seemed like there was more lace and frills and all that beneath the skirt more than the skirt itself. She had on black fishnet tights and black stilletto heels that had to be at least 6 inches off the ground, if not more. Plus it didn't help that Yvette was already a tall person. Her nails were longer and sharper than before, and a blood red color. She took a look in a mirror, and she was wearing full make-up, and her hair was full and curled with hot rollers. "What have you done to me?"

"You're going to be my own personal slave for the next week, and if I can make things right, I'll still be able to control you even when your parents are back. Now clean up this house, it's a total mess! And when you're done, I expect dinner to be on the table no later than 6."

"But how am I going to clean this entire house in two hours?"

"You better make it happen, or you'll be punished badly." Then she walked off to do her own thing

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