As she dusted the mantle, suddenly her memories returned! Instantly she knew she wasn't supposed to be a beautiful woman, wasn't supposed to have enjoyed being fucked by a man, wasn't supposed to be happily reminiscing about it while dusting that man's mantle like some mindless servant...and yet, she was, she had, and she was. She knew she should feel outraged, but she only felt happy. She might have her memories back, but apparently they'd solidly made a woman out of her, and there was no way around the fact that it was bliss. The sex and the orgasms had been bliss, submission was bliss, service was bliss, being beautiful was bliss. It all satisfied her deep inside, and she realized she wouldn't change it if she could. She knew this was part of their design, knew that all they wanted was a horny little slut to prance around in a maid outfit and spread her legs for them whenever they desired, and to cook and clean for them in between sex sessions, and yet she could think of no life that would make her happier.
and yet...and yet it still wasn't right, what they'd done. To do this to her against her will meant they had no conscience at all. She should...try to prevent them from doing this to anyone else, shouldn't she? That would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?