A maid's outfit was displayed prominently in the closet where your clothes had been. Next to the main part was the dress were underwear, matching shoes, stockings, a choker and a headpiece. You stared at the attire for a few minutes before another breeze caused you to groan and take all of the pieces. Placing them into the bed for easier access, you decided to get dressed, sighing as your perky breasts bounced with every movement.
The underwear came first, removing your panties and replacing them with the black frilly ones. They would tickle against your womanhood, enough to cause your hands to wander down before you had caught yourself. Stockings slid up your legs, a black nylon material that seemed to hug your legs. Taking a moment to seem how they looked on you, you felt slightly taller than before. After a moment or so, your stocking clad feet would slide into the heels with little issue. Toes wiggled around as the comfy heels would soon feel a little tighter.
Grabbing a hold of the main part of the dress, you guided your head through the layers of ruffles and material and then your arms. Your breasts would strain against the material some as you gently attached the choker. The final piece, the headband, would be placed onto your head carefully afterwards. Looking at the mirror, you couldn't help but grind widely. It did feel comfortable to dress in this outfit. You did your best to act like the maid you were now dressed as.
"Greetings, Master! Would you like for me to prepare dinner?" You asked cheekily before frowning to yourself. Much too stereotypical. First that horrendous posture you had would have to be fixed. A few laps around the mirror would be made, each one slowly adjusting itself until you were able to walk perfectly. Unbeknownst to you, your legs would change to grow a little more masculine but still little and feminine.
Mentally cheering for yourself, you would notice your chest didn't seem that tight anymore. You would feel the breasts shrinking in size as you closed your eyes and leaned back, smiling at the feeling. They would shrink further into you until all that remained was a twinkish chest, perfectly fitting the dress. Without the burden of breasts, you felt more balanced and in control.
A discomfort came from your legs, a cramp that you somehow recalled always getting when walking in heels. Lifting a leg and placing it onto the bed, you began a daily set of stretches that came naturally. While like you, you looked down just in time to gaso as your vagina would shift around. Breathing became difficult as your waist thrashed around before moaning as a hard cock would grow out of it. A pair of balls would follow soon, providing a visible bulge in your panties now. A moment of panic came over you at this revelation. This wasn't right! You were a woman....no, a man before! Why was this all happening? Could it be the clothes were doing this? Thoughts raced through your head before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, returning to the calm and prepared servant you were.
Taking your leg off the bed, you would notice your unruly hair and shake your head. You had to be presentable for the young master when he awoke! Walking into the bathroom in the room, you would find a hairbrush and get to work. With each brush, your hair would turn a light color and grow long, eventually reaching down to your waist. After a few more brushes, you would look in the mirror to admire yourself, watching as your face lost its femininity and became more androgynous. The mirror there would show your form in all of it's glory, able to pass as a woman save for the obvious sensation pressing against your underwear below.
Smiling widely, you would offer a curtsey and say, "Good morning, Master. Shall I prepare the tea while you get dressed?" The perfect voice, calm, subdued, and submissive. You couldn't be more proud of yourself!
"That won't be necessary, Edette." Came the voice of the young master from the entrance to the bathroom. You spun around to meet his gaze as your heart would begin to beat faster. His piercing blue eyes would look at you, hidden beneath his tidy black hair fashioned in a stylish fashion . He was drop dead gorgeous! Dressed in a white dress shirt that exposed some of his chiseled chest, black pants, dress shoes, he was ripped straight from the cover of some teen magazine. You could feel your new cock stiffening just at the sight of him.
"Oh! Apologies, Master Leonard!" You replied automatically, recalling his name perfectly. You were his personal servant, after all! He would take a step near you and gently kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You kissed back, pulling back to see lust clear in his eyes. Without a word, he pulled you back into the bedroom, you leaning on the bed as your underwear was slid down, freeing your new manhood. Shoving his massive cock inside of you, the teo of you would moan together as your mind became scrambled at what was happening.
You grew up in the manor...or did you? You could recall being raised to be a servant here, yet it didn't feel right. Maybe it was because you loved to dress as a girl that you didn't have a good feeling for it. Yes, the family you served was always so nice and forgiving to you. Their son, Leonard, had taken a liking to you since you were children, and then since that first kiss when you both were 17, you had become secret lovers ever since. "Ma-Master..." You tried to say, playing with your own shaft as his rammed his deeper into you. The family saw how close you two were and made you his personal maid. You two had made sweet love like this since. "Not so loud, Edette! You'll wake Mother and Father!" He warned you, leaning down to kiss you again. Stifling another series of moans, your plump ass bounced as he pounded you from behind. This was it. You were his. You belong here. You were a servant, and would do anything to make him happy.
"Uhhhhn~" You came onto the sheets as Leonard would finish in your rear, feeling his seed slowly drip from your ass as he pulled out. Cuddling together, the two of you, would share another kiss before getting ready to start the day. You cleaned the sheets as best you could and then your rear before dressing yourself again and walking out. Heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you found...