As the group explored the mansion Johnny split off from the rest.
You find your self traveling down one dark dusty hall after. The details of the walls and paintings became harder and harder to make out, you came to a lavishly decorated frame the size of two people standing on each others shoulders, at the end of one hall with so much dust there was no way to make out what the picture even was at this point.
Curious Johnny put down his flash light and began dusting with his hand, unfortunately this was no use and just got your hands caked in the dust without revealing anything of the ancient portrait. You wipe your dust covered hand on your leg and reach for your flash light only to find it gone and replaced instead with a wood handled feather duster, you look around for your flashlight, but can’t find it anywhere. You know you should be worried or weirded out by the sudden disappearance of your flashlight and appearance of the feather dusters in its place. But you merely shrugged and got to work removing grime from the portrait not questioning why the portrait and hallway now seemed bigger.
As more of the dust was cleared away from the picture revealing the art piece beneath more and more of your body changed.
You got shorter for one, you T shirt and jeans getting baggy on your body. Your arms got thinner, along with your legs. Your hands got softer and more delicate, along with your feet which slipped out of your shoes unnoticed.
The more of the picture was revealed, the more your body changed, the less you questioned what was happening.
Your skin became paler and smooth, losing all hair, or imperfections.
Your face got rounder, fitting your much younger body that was now just barely over half the size of your old one. Again not that you noticed.
Your hair got silkier and flowed down your back to your waist, turning blond.
Soon your male member was swallowed up into your waist, leaving nothing but a flat smooth slit. Your baggy male clothes began to alter, your loose fitting T shirt got tighter, changing from cotton to silk. A white and pink bra materialized just underneath the surface, though your pre pubescent body had no use for it since your chest was as flat as a washboard. Your jeans turned into shorts, then merged into a skirt, then combined with the top of your outfit completing the maid look.
Your boxers tightened around your flat crotch, turning into white and pink frilly laced panties that matched your bra and were visible up your skirt when you bent down, bowed, or your tail moved too much.
Speaking of which, a long blond tail sprouted from your plump butt just above the spine. It was accompanied by two blond cat ears that came from your head. Your tail was up straight in excitement at almost finishing the task, giving all the people that walked by a view of your panties, again not that you noticed too distracted by your job.
Soon you finished dusting the portrait completely, but your task was not yet complete. You ran the duster along the corners of the portrait cleaning up the last of the dust. As this happened the finishing touches were put on your cat girl maid body.
Silk white gloves slipped onto your hands up to the elbow. Black tights materialized on your legs with a hole in the back for your tail. A pink bow it tied to the end of said sail. And finally a black hair band is placed on your head with another pink bow on it to match the one tied to your tail.
With your task finally done you take a step back and admire your work.
It was a massive portrait of your Mistress. Little Lady Spelstorm as she sat smiling with glee in a chair, crystal ball in her lap, with red curtains behind her. You were filled with a desire to serve her now and forever.
And that desire exploded out in utter ecstasy between your legs, now that you had finished your task. It became too much and you to handle, you got on your knees shaking before the portrait as the orgasam flowed through you. You started to pant and meow uncontrollably, you lay on your back purring like a submissive pet a slave to your more animal instincts. It was overwhelming soon nothi— Then all too soon it stopped.
You stood up and wiped the dust from your body, pretending you didn’t just enjoy your automatic reward from your Mistress as you whipped sweat from your still red face. You can imagine how pleased your Mistress will be now that you have cleared up a picture of her. Maybe she’ll pet you, call you a good kitty, scratch underneath your chin, let you sleep in the same bed as he—
You shook your head out of the fantasy of a night all alone with your Mistress and got back to looking for more tasks to complete. Skipping through the halls singing a happy song of loyalty for life to your Mistress Little Lady Spelstorm...