“This is so cool” Mike said taking in the implications of his naked room mate. “I've never had a servant before. I'll never have to lift a finger around here again”.
At the thought of having Drake clean up the dorm room an idea came to Mike and a large smile split his face. “From now on Drake you're going to be nothing but a pretty little maid for me”.
A feeling of horror overcame Drake as he took in what Mike had said. As soon as the words left his room mates mouth he knew they were the truth; he already noticed every patch of dust in the dorm, every stain on the wall and every piece of thoughtlessly discarded clothing and a longing to do something about it all was ever so slowly building inside him.
“But what's the point of having you prance around for me if you don't look good while doing it? We have some changes to make before you get to work”. Mike quickly ran to his room, through the open door Drake could hear him routing around in a few boxes a minute before coming back holding something behind his back.
“I never could get Stephanie to wear this before she dumped me, but I think you'll look even better in it Drake” With a laugh he revealed a skimpy French maid outfit complete with frilly headdress and heels and gently laid it all out on Drake's bed. “Genie, I wish for Drake to be a woman and exactly the right size to fit his new uniform perfectly; then give us a little privacy”.
“As you say, so it shall be” Beldazarr boomed; he clapped his hands loudly creating a magical shockwave then his body returned to mist as he retreated back into his lamp.
Drake winced as the magic flew through his body and immediately the room began to grow around him as he lost height. He wanted to cry out, but the order of silence still forced him to hold his tongue so he could only impotently watch his body hair vanished and his skin soften. He looked on as his body warped under him; hips flared out as his waist drew inward; rear end and chest both expanded with redistributed fat; long black hair tumbled over shrunken shoulders and finally genitalia inverted leaving an alien empty feeling inside.
“You do make a lovely girl Drake” Mike said with obvious lust in his eyes. “But we can't keep calling you by a man's name any more can we. From now on your name will be Tiffany; that sounds soft and feminine, just like you.
For a brief second it felt as though someone had shoved a giant wad of cotton wool into Drake's head, but then it passed and Tiffany realised she couldn't even remember what her had been just moments before. A feeling of loss gripped her as something that had been an intrinsic part of her was so casually torn out and replaced.
“You look the part alright, but let's see if you sound right. Say something”.
“Yes Master” Tiffany said; her cheeks burning red both at hearing such a high girly voice come from her own mouth and at having referred to Mike as Master. The word had come unbidden, but despite her embarrassment Tiffany felt a sense of rightness about using it; her mind insisted that she was just an obedient maid now and as such she had to show the proper respect to her betters.
“Perfect” Mike said, clearly enjoying his new toy very much. “Now give me a nice good look at your sexy self; why don't you wiggle around the room a few times for me”.
Tiffany set her unfamiliar body into motion as ordered; her widened hips moving through an exaggerated swaying motion as she took each step. She was surprised at just how much her oversized chest bounced as she walked; having only just grown them she couldn't say just how big her new breasts were, but it was clear that Mike couldn't take his eyes off them as she made several circuits of the room.
“That's enough” Mike said, bringing Tiffany to a stop as he stepped over to her. Previously the two had been almost the same height, but now Tiffany had to raise her head to look her master in the eye as he was a little over a full foot taller than her. “You're perfect; now there's just one thing left”. Gently but firmly he pushed the naked girl to her knees. “From now on you'll find me and me alone irresistibly attractive”.
Kneeling back Tiffany felt her head swim for a second, but then returned to her senses and found herself with a powerful desire for her Master. She looked up with a pleading expression and Mike grinned as he slowly reached down to drop his jeans and expose himself. Tiffany didn't have to be given any orders; she eagerly leaned forward and let the tip of the hardened cock before her lightly run over her plumped up lips savouring the tingling feeling of her Masters touch before opening her mouth and taking it inside.
Groans of pleasure filled the room as Tiffany sucked; she'd been on the receiving end of this treatment several times in her old life and she used that experience to give what she knew would be her first blow job of many.
“Yes, just like that. Keep going” Mike said between grunts as she worked on him. Contentment at the knowledge of a job well done flowed through her upon receiving her master's praise; she redoubled her efforts steadily moving faster until Mike took a step back pulling himself out of his servant's mouth and grunted in orgasm. No longer contained his dick sprayed its warm cum all over Tiffany's face; with a look of surprise she felt the larger clumps slowly slide down and begin to drip onto the tops of her large tits, encouraged by the movements of her panting as she regained her breath from the exertion.
“That'll be the first thing you can clean up” Mike said with a victorious smirk. “Now you should get dressed and start your work, it's filthy in here.” Having gotten what he wanted for now he picked up the lamp and left the room, leaving Tiffany sticky and alone with the outfit he expected her to put on.