Marcy heard a knock on her door, waking her up. A tabby catgirl opened her door, telling her that "Blair is downstairs". Putting on a jacket, she made her way down to the living room, finding a her girlfriend being waited on by at least 5 maids. From her face, Marcy could see that she hated it.
"Babe, why don't we go upstairs?" Blair obliged, making her way to the staircase. She had to physically stop the maids from carrying up her luggage.
"I don't know why you have so many of these maids, it's not like you have that big of a house! Like, two people in a 4 bedroom home would need 2 maids, tops."
"I know baby, but - "
"And some of them are so young! There was this pup that was asking for help on her algebra homework. Why would you have a maid that's in high school?"
These were all questions that she didn't have answers to, but the perception filter should've worked them out -
"I get it, you've got some maid fixation. You either get off to being in power, or your parents hired too sexy of help, but either way you need to see a therapist." Blair walked into the bedroom, finding a red ray-gun on a side table. "And why do you collect such weird stuff? You're not Buck Rodgers, you're not shooting space aliens - " She pulled the trigger while incidentally pointing at a mirror. A bolt of light flew out, was reflected by said mirror, and hit Blair in the leg.
Her body was covered with light blue fur and her hair receded into her head, making her appear "bald". Her ears were now on the top of her head, elongating before flopping over. Her nose started twitching, and whiskers appeared on her face. Below the neck, her clothes started to melt off - and a fluffy white cotton tail showed up on her lower back. She seemed entirely unfazed by the experience, and kept talking mid-sentence.
" - but you'll always be my hero." She said, setting the gun down. "Anyways, look what I got for you..." She gingerly opened her luggage, taking out a french maid's uniform - in better quality than any of her actual maids. Putting it on, Blair's breasts were almost falling out, and her tail was peaking out the back.
"Why-why're you doing this?" Marcy stammered - but she had to admit, she was a bit turned on.
"Because Mistress, I'm your wife. It's my greatest desire to serve you, in any way possible."
Marcy had to stop this before this went any further. She grabbed the gun, pointed fumbled with some settings, and shot Blair with it again. Instead of getting her mind back, she'd accidentally lowered her from the age of 23 to 13. She got shorter, her breasts disappeared, and her dress was now in line with the rest of the maids in Marcy's employment. Instead of coming onto her, she was now sitting on the bed, arms crossed behind her back.
"Thank you so much for getting me this dress mistress! I can't wait to work for you."
"No problem. Hey, I don't mean to sound weird, but do you feel anything for me?"
"You? No way! I've got my own girlfriend at school - she's named Charlotte, she's got this red hair..." Blair was now a normal teenager, which gave Marcy the time to find the right setting...
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Blair was sitting on the couch, talking to some of the other maids. Emma and Lilly had already taken a liking to her; they all went to the same high school, and they said was "so much cooler" than their other friends. Blair was halfway gleaming.
She saw this little rat girl walk into the parlor, trying to project some air of authority. Blair couldn't help but laugh - the rat was shorter than she was, and she was supposed to be an adult! She asked for Blair's name and, oddly, if she was Mistress's girlfriend, before storming up the stairs, with her little clicking shoes.
"What was that all about?" the new maid asked.
"She just gets like that sometimes. Y'know, she's a..." Blair took in all the gossip. There was so much drama here, all in one house, for the maids of one person.
"I'm gonna love it here with you gu -" Blair stopped mid sentence, realizing where she was. She looked down and saw a maid dress and rabbit paws. "W-why am I a bunny?" After hearing her own voice, she followed up with a "Why am I a child?"
Lilly perked up, "Genetics, most of the time."
Emma added, "You're not a kid anymore, you're a teenager!"
Blair was about to go upstairs and ask Marcy what was going on, when she felt cold. She skyrocketed out of her teenage years, landing exactly where she was before - 23. Her dress was now much more revealing, something she was ashamed to have on in public.
The dogs never broke their attention. "Are you really screwing Mistress?" "What's she like?" "How much did that cost! I want one!" Blair ran upstairs, pounding on Mistress's bedroom door.
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!"
Marcy opened the door. "You did it to yourself, remember? Playing with the gun?"
Zoe was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the ray gun. "It doesn't look like this can change you back."
"Well, I'm not gonna be your plaything! I'm my own woman."
"You can quit anytime you like, Blair. Nobody's stopping you."
"Maybe I -" the rabbit stumbled backwards. "I don't think I can do that. I'm so sorry babe."
The rabbit felt a wave of energy flow over her. Her busty maid dress turned into a much more conservative red-and-white polkadot dress. "It seems that the gun considers a housewife to be a type of maid..." the rat said. None of them felt like delving into those implications.
"Well, that's marginally better. Thank you Zoe." Turning to Mistress, she asked, "What are we doing for dinner tonight?"