In reality the dick probably didn't smell that good, but something about your programming made you love it. To you it was almost like a cinnamon sweetness. On your knees in your Uncle's costume shop at 9 am you took this customer's dick into your mouth. Starting at the base, and licking up the sides. Trying to imagine what you would want if you were getting the same pleasures.
The guy put his hand on his mouth.
"Jesus Christ." he tried not to moan vocally "Have you always been here? Nng, girl can I get your number or something?"
You were about to tell him your personal phone number so you could be at his beck and call, but your mouth had dick in it. Also you weren't sure you were allowed to serve him after working hours.
Instead you just said "Mmf?"
And took more of him onto your tongue. Your plush lips with a red fade almost felt like they were made for this. And his dick. Mm his dick. Tasted like dessert to you... Your balls pulsated. But this wasn't about you. Your member twitched in it's silken ribbon ties in your hidden lingerie, but again this wasn't about you.
He had called you girl... did he think you were a girl? How funny.
You smiled trying not to laugh, licking and sucking. Doing your best to be a good maid.
"G-god..." The guy bucked, and you steadied him, slipping a delicate hand into his pants, feeling around for his balls to stroke, and please. The other hand held your prized possession, your feather duster. You didn't want to let it go so it made the task slightly difficult.
Maybe it was the unusual situation but the guy didn't come immediately. That was fine. More time for you to love him.
You sat back.
"Am I doing good?" you asked for feedback.
In response he grabbed your hair and shoved his dick into your throat. You didn't gag like the good maid you were. But you did make a surprised meow. It was stifled by dick though. Nng this was turning you on too... You took the hard edge of your feather duster and tried to rub it against your own small bulge. Wondering if he'd want to take this further. Maybe even touch your's for you...
"JOHN!" You snapped up, saliva dripping on your chin.
The frat-boy was just as startled at you were, as your Uncle shouted from the doorway.
Like a caught employee and customer in trouble, the guy shoved his dick in his pants and just bolted. Taking off running. Past your uncle. Out the door. There was a distant jingle as the door closed behind him.
You sat there smiling, happy in your role. But your Uncle seemed upset. Not angry, just upset.
"Oji-sama is there something wrong?" You asked still on your knees. Your lace covered balls still twitching in delight. Mnn your nipples were erect too.. You wanted to rub them. Maybe later.
"John..." your Uncle wasn't sure how to handle this "Drop the feather duster."
"Yes Master." You bowed and dropped the feather duster.
Suddenly thoughts came rushing back to you.
The sweet dessert taste of his dick spoiled and turned to reality.
It was like your mind that had been light happy and airy, was now nauseated and filled with dread.
You broke out of your kneel, jumping away from the whole situation. Freaked out, disgusted and scared.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
"Oh John, I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to run away." Your Uncle started to walk over "I didn't even think anyone would be in this early. We usually don't get customers until 11."
"I-I..." You struggled to find words. You had just sucked another man's dick. You weren't even gay, but if you were, you definitely wouldn't have done that to a stranger. In the middle of your uncle's store. You... still had a hard on? That was confusing, but well it was hard to argue with biology. Your past self HAD been turned on by the whole thing, but now. Ugh. You were going to be sick. Your face was mad, you were angry, embarrassed and disgusted. Ugh you could still taste it.
"I'm leaving!" you shouted. Never mind all your stuff, you just needed to get out of here.
Your Uncle clotheslined you as you tried to rush past. Before you probably could have tackled him down, but in your new petite femboy form this easily stopped you. He grabbed your shoulder and slapped something around your neck. You struggled and pushed past his grip, running for the door.
"John stop." he said calmly.
Your mad rush to get to the exit was halted by your feet sticking to the ground. You couldn't move them!
In the many mirrors of the costume shop you realized what he had slapped around your neck. A light blue collar.
Fuck. It must have been magic too. You struggled, figuring out the source and went to take it off, but you couldn't find an end to it, just twisting it around, then tugging at it.
"You can't take it off John," Your Uncle said, walking closer "But it should only work for me"
Tears bit your eyes.
"This is cruelty! You're holding me against my will!"
"I'm holding you, 'til you calm down. We had an arrangement, you'd stay here for a month and help out. I can't have you running out into the street looking like you do. Look at you. Imagine if you made it home? Then what? You're just part cat for the rest of your life? You don't even have the same eye color you did when you walked in here."
"And who's fault is that?" you asked pulling at your legs trying to get them to move, but they wouldn't budge.
Your Uncle rubbed his temple.
"Look you can move-" you collapsed to the floor with your tugging momentum "But you can't leave the building unless I let you, or your life is in danger by staying inside."
Immediately you thought about torching the place just to escape. You tugged on the collar some more.
"So what's this some sort of obedience collar?"
"On my own kin, I prefer to think of it as... an employee compliance tool."
"And how's that different from little maid's feather duster?"
"Well for one, it only responds to me, not customers. Two... you obviously have your mind back. Isn't that better?"
You still felt sick. And angry, but you didn't want to exactly admit what you did. Your Uncle still probably saw exactly what actions you were involved in that morning...
"Uncle Jack, I ..." you made a face, your ears falling in defeat "Um can I go upstairs for a minute?"
"Sure thing John."
With permission, you ran up the stairs, hurrying into the bathroom for some mouth wash.
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You probably brushed your teeth 10 times that morning. Locking the door you flipped up your skirt, looking at yourself in the mirror. You hadn't gotten a look at your boxers, turned panties, turned... lingerie. Your dick was still hard in black silk ribbons holding it down. Your balls were in separate pockets itchy with lace, but the lace was... surprisingly soft.
Besides your package you really did look like a short haired girl, who was exceptionally flat.
Biting your lip you untied the ribbon, slowly pulling the fabric of your hard on down. Your little guy was still excited... Why though?
You moved a hand to hover over your balls, wanting to squeeze...
No.
Well.
It's not like anyone was around.
You reached in again... and squeezed.
"Nn..." your face turned red with a blush. Your member twitched, still at attention. Still excited. But no. You weren't about to masturbate in your Uncle's bathroom. You needed to forget this whole incident.
You weren't sure how to redo the tie up underwear, and you kind of didn't want to wear the extra girly stuff. So you picked up the new clothes you'd brought in. Pulling red briefs on instead. It literally took a couple minutes to kick in, you were taking off your old mini top, and you saw the change. Pausing to watch the magic work in the mirror.
It was like it was vacuum-sealing your equipment. Was that padding? Instead of a nondescript profile, it was like it wanted you to show off, your member. A little red bow appearing at the top, scalloped subtle lace growing out of the edges. Your balls were loose at the bottom though. At least that part wasn't hugging you anymore.
You didn't understand why it wanted you to wear skirts though. From your understanding, the French Maid's outfit's magic was seeping into your wardrobe and feminizing whatever you were wearing. Girls wore pants so why couldn't you wear pants? Unless it was trying to get as close as it could back to French Maid outfit...
You pulled jeans on, waiting and crossing your fingers. But sure enough after a couple of minutes it began to ride up. Hitting 5 inches above your knee it flared out into a denim skirt. You pulled on a button up white shirt.
Like the other clothing items it shrank to fit your form. Starting out long and loose, reminding you of what you had been. Then shrinking and fitting you a little bit too snugly. This time the sleeves fluttering into starched lace.
Ok the style did remind you of the maid outfit. Guess it was trying to resemble the costume you had deep underneath.
You exited the bathroom ready to get back to work. Not like you had much of a choice.
"I see you changed." Your Uncle said, standing in the living room waiting, he raised an eyebrow "But you wanted the stockings?"
Huh? You didn't realize you had even been wearing them. Long white thigh high's clinging to your legs.
Your face felt hot and red.