When Brendon got home, he just went straight to his room, collapsing onto his bed once he got there. He was both mentally exhausted and physically tired. But it was still way too early to go to bed for the night. Picking himself back up, and making sure he locked his door so that he wouldn't be disturbed, he emptied the bag onto his bed, taking inventory of what was inside.
-1 overly sexualized french maid uniform dress, with corset and breast holes
-1 shinny metalic chain that had 2 nipple ring piercings welded to it, one attached to either end
-1 black lacy thong
-1 pair of tights that matched his skin tone
-1 pair of black, 6" pumps
-1 iconic maid head piece
And finally, there was a box with an antique looking feather duster, except that the handle was replaced with a black dildo? Or maybe it was an anal plug? No wait, it was definitely an anal plug since a bottle of lube was tied to it. He added it to the list.
-1 feather duster with anal plug handle
-1 bottle of lube
That was it from the looks of it. He was just about to toss out the bag when a small note fell down from inside of it. He picked up the note, read it, then tore it up and tossed it out.
"Dear Brie,
I had a lot of fun today sweetie, but a young lady like yourself should learn to be a lot more adventurous. You may find that you enjoy many things that you never would have expected a proper young lady like yourself could enjoy. So with that said, how about a little incentive to begin opening up yourself? If you can manage to spend the entirety of our next session (or 3 hours) with the duster fully stuck up your cute ass, and without making a single complaint about it, I will shorten our contract by 2 full weeks worth.
Best of luck to my favorite girl,
Clarice
P.S. you may want to begin with some lube, and start asap. You are going to have to stretch out your cute little asshole just a bit in order to not be in too much pain by next week.
P.S.S the duster has a concealing feature. No one but us can see it at any given time, so no worries if you have to wear it out in public. No one will be the wiser.
Like hell he was ever going to take that deal. What was he going to do though? On the plus side, his parents were out for the week on a business trip, so he had the house to himself. So he could be a bit more at ease now. Thinking that, he slipped off his ckothes and pulled out one of his drawers to access his secret stash of clothing. It was just a woman's grey and black spaghetti string tank top, a bra, a single pair of lacy panties, a pair of yoga pants, and a shirt skirt as an alternative bottom. He grabbed it all except for the skirt. And put it on. But unlike how it usually was, it didn't make him feel any better. Maybe it was because they were just a random assortment of clothes. Clarice hand picked out each outfit he wore, and all of them were well thought out outfits. Everything matched, or had a theme, or looked formal, but felt really comfortable.
"Fuck it" he said and removed the woman's clothing, hiding it back in his stash. He put on just a normal pair of men's underwear, a t-shirt and some shorts a d just began lazing around. He was trying his best to ignore the list of things his parents had left for him to do while they were gone. He could do most of them in 20 minutes, but the last one was what made him procrastinate doing any of them. Clean up, wash the floors and windows, and dust the entire house.
He hated that chore. Not that he couldn't do it, but that it was just tedious work. If he did it properly the first time, and never stopped, it would take him 4-5 hours or so. But he usually ended up soending 7-8 since he would end up getting distracted, doing it wrong, etc...
It was then he remembered what Clarice had said when he left. She put an auto-cleaning enchantment on the maid uniform. He had figured that was just so he didn't have to wash it, but what if it could also be meant to helped him clean things, since the costume was a maid's uniform at its core after all?
No! No! He can't let himself play right into her hand like that. Nope, he would just do it a little bit at a time every day. That way it won't be nearly as bad. It was still sunday afterall, and he had the entire week off too since it was a summer break. There was no need to rush things as long as the house was clean by saturday friday night since his parents were due to arrive back sometime early Saturday morning.
Or at least that was what his thought had been. Now it was friday afternoon, and he had done jack shit in terms of cleaning. Actually, he only made the house even more dirty. Part of the reason for that though, was because he had discovered that reguardless of anything he did, watched, or even listened too, he couldn't get an erection. He even tried pouring a bit of the lube onto his hands to rub his dick with, but even that didn't work. He was horny almost no stop now, and couldn't understand the source of his problem, although he suspected it was Clarice's doing somehow. But now wasn't the time for that. He had about only 6 hours to do about 10 hours worth of cleaning.
Now he had no choice. He had to test the costume out. If by some miracle it functioned like he hoped it would, he would have to begrudgingly thank Clarice. He really didn't want to have to do that. But not cleaning was a lot worse off for him. Slowly but surely, he put on the costume. Every piece he put on making him more and more feminine as he went. He saved the dress for last, as well as the head piece too. The moment he put the dress on, and secured the zipper and strings of the corset, did the F cup boobs return, pushing out of his chest as they settled down into their proper places as Brandon was finalizing the dress and putting in the nipple piercings, which immediately caused his nipples to harden.
Last was the head piece. Taking a deep he slowly placed it on his head. The moment it was in place, his eyes went wide for a moment as the mental changes took root. Brie was back. And now she had an extremely indepth knowledge of cleaning, as well as now thought about herself using only feminine pronouns. The moment everything checked out for the magic, Brie's body began moving by itself. "So it really does have auto-cleaning." She said out loud to herself.
"Of course it does sweetie, how could you become my perfect head maid without any proper training?" Came an all to familiar voice from behind her. Brie knew it. "So have you been spying on me this entire time Mistress?" Casually asked Brie, not even bothering to turn around.
"Only just now, since you have become Brie again. Ooh he comes my favorite part!"
Brie didn't know what she meant by "favorite part". However she didn't have time to ponder it as a sharp pain shot through her ass, nearly bringing her to tears instantly. The feather duster had just been shoved into her asshole to its fullest. Clarice noticed Brie's discomfort and with a pitiful look offered to help the poor girl. "You didn't train your ass at all this week did you Brie? Huh, let me fix this." Clarice liften up Brie's dress and ran her finger along her red hole, which quickly returned to a normal color as it gained more elasticity. Finally Brie could breath a breath of relief now that her ass was no longer on fire. "T-thank you for that Mistress." Brie finally said, as her body began moving in order to start cleaning properly. Clarice just watched her go about the house. Even Clarice was a bit surprised though at just how good Brie handled the high heels. She was nearly moving at a full blown run sometimes while keeping perfect balance in order to not break the heel or roll an ankle. It was also amusing watching Brie just shake her ass all over things to dust them. The duster had never left her ass over for the entire time she spend cleaning.
Actually she was so quick and efficient that it took her only 2 and a half hours to do it all. That even included the time it took to prepare a drink for Clarice as a thank you for helping expand her asshole slightly. She did have 1 concern though. She noticed that her nipples felt especially good when they were touched, poked, pulled, etc... way more than her dick for the past week had. On more than one occasion, Clarice would tug on her chain as she passed by, causing her to stumble and crouch down until the odd explosion if pleasure had passed. And everytime it happened, she would leave a strange wet spot underneath her, which only recently did she discover it to be her own semen, much to her surprise. She didn't get a single errection, and yet had had numerous orgasms. It didnt make sense though. She had played with her nipples durring the week too, and never once gotten hard, let alone orgasmed. But now that she is Brie, she cums almost instantly from just having her nipples slightly yanked by their piercings using a stupid shinny metal chain? And not only that, but also skip the errection entirely too? Now she was beginning to worry about what her future with Clarice held for her body.