Your girlfriend's smile, combined with the understanding of the limitless possibilities this room offered the both of you, ignites your curiosity. "What is it? What are you thinking?"
"I'm going to do you a favor. Lots of favors, in fact," she says teasingly. "You're so eager to put our stuff away and settle into this room, I thought why not make that part of the fun?"
"I still have no idea what you're getting at," you say. Before all of the words are out of your mouth, you see her clothes start to darken and distort. Her shirt and pants are fusing together, making a black knee-length dress. It flares out, filled with several layers of white ruffle. When you see a white apron appear out of nowhere and drape over the front of the dress, you finally realize what your girlfriend is getting at.
"You're doing the maid roleplay!" you say with surprised delight. This is one of your favorite bedroom fantasies.
"With a few extras," she responds. "First..."
You watch her close her eyes in concentration. She suddenly starts to shrink. She loses almost a foot of height, making her eye level with the center of your chest. Then her features start to change. Her hair turns black and straightens out completely, growing down past her butt. Her face changes color, her nose shrinks, and her eyes narrow. She's completely unrecognizable now, like a whole new person.
"You're...Asian?"
"Japanese," she says in a new voice, higher in pitch than before. "You still have a thing for Asian chicks, right?"
The bulge in your pants answers the question for you. "I can't believe you're willing to do this for me," you say sheepishly.
"Willing and able," she says. "That's another extra perk..." She appears to concentrate again. "To make it easier to play the part, I'm taking on the traits of a maid."
"You mean...?"
"I'm going to be able to follow your every instruction...master." She opens her brown eyes and smiles up at you.
You take an instinctive step backward. "Is...is that still you? You didn't just turn into a totally different person, did you?"
"Not quite, master. I still have my own mind, but now it is being filtered, you see, through a servant's persona. I hope you understand, master." Your girlfriend bows gracefully.
You notice her maid's ensemble has gotten fancier. She wears white gloves that go all the way up under her short sleeves and stockings that disappear up her dress. Her shoes are black with pointed toes and high heels, with white ribbons on them. Her dress has gained an abundance of white frills and the way its fabric fluffs out at the shoulders and below the waist gives it an airy quality. Her apron is larger and frillier, now covering most of her dress, and is tied in the back with a bow so large you can see it from the front. Around her neck is strung a black fabric choker with white lace. A frilly head ornament sits atop her jet black hair. She's like a living doll.
"Oh, must stop tarrying," she says. "Allow me to unpack our things, master."
You watch this small girl incredulously as she busies herself with sorting our your clothes and other luggage.