"First of all," she said, "we have a full staff of chambermaids. You're quite pretty, but so were all the others once I was done with them. You'll have to be something else. Do you have any suggestions?"
You're at a loss, but your mouth works and your mental gears grind. Finally you sputter out an answer.
"I- I could cook?" you say, knowing she expects an answer, fearing what she might do to you if you say nothing.
"Oh no. We have an excellent cook already, and she's quite tempermental. She'd never accept someone like you in her kitchen staff." The woman takes out a small book from a pocket and thumbs through the pages. "Hmm... I have a thought."
"Please," you begin, a half formed plea of mercy falling off your tongue.
"Now now, there's nothing you can do about it, so do stay quiet." Her tone is light, but her glance is full of menace. You decide to stay quiet.
"As I was saying, I think I've found a spot for you. For some time we've been lacking a page. Someone to run about and do errands. You're so eager to leave, and this way you'll get to do so from time to time. I think that's what I'll enter you as."
Cautiously, you speak up. "Isn't a page usually a boy though?"
"Quite so," she says, writing something new into her little book.
You feel a warmth go through you, and then a chill, as you find yourself abruptly naked! You gasp in surprise and shock, and make a move to cover yourself with your hands.
A sound from the direction of the closet prompts you to glance in that direction. Your uniform is back on the hanger in the closet, it's accessories returned to their shelf. All but the magical collar, which you can still feel snug around your neck.
Your whole body is tingling with the magic of the change that's coming over you. This time it's not the subtle, relaxing, and slow process when the house turned you back in to your 18 year old self. This is much more direct.
You're growing smaller. You can tell because your perspective is shifting just fast enough that it's clear. You look down at yourself, and sacrificing modesty to satisfy your morbid curiosity, you move your hands aside.
Your firm, perky breasts, enhanced by the house's magic, are now receding in to your chest, your feminine curves flattening out into straight lines. Your soft body hardens just slightly, your chest and stomach firming, subtle signs of athletic, masculine musculature forming on your chest, stomach, arms, and legs.
Your hair shortens to a trim, boyish style, as your face reverses back through puberty, your features sharpening subtly.
Finally, in place of your vagina emerges the penis and balls of a young boy. From the size and from the light dusting of hair above it, you guess you must be around 12.
But no, the magic's not quite done with you yet. Your ears pop! as they shift and grow, relocating more to the top of your head, growing larger, triangular, and fuzzy, the color of the fur nearly matching the color of your hair. From behind you, a long tail emerges, rather like a cat's, and it matches the fur of your new ears.
Now the magic swirls around you, moving upward from your feet. A pair of socks and sturdy running sneakers appear on your feet, the kind you've seen on countless boys your new age, and then you're clothed in appropriately sized boys white briefs. Covered up a bit, you relax, just slightly.
It would seem these are the only functional concessions to your new uniform, as the rest of it materializes one piece at a time.
First a pair of short dress pants appear on you, cut to mid thigh and dark in color. Next, a long sleeved white dress shirt, neatly tucked in. Atop that, a very formal looking vest, matching the shorts, its three ornate buttons firmly buttoned. Finally, atop your collar so as not to interfere with the bell, a large red bow tie.
Even though you were formerly a girl, and formerly a woman, you know you must look like something of a dork in this getup. The thought disturbs you slightly. Are your thought patterns changing to match your new body?
Before you can ponder it too much, you're interrupted by the woman clapping; a single, sharp retort.
"Wonderful," she says, though you certainly don't agree. "Now I'll take you to the boys' dormitory so you can get properly adjusted."
And with that, she takes you by the hand and leads you away.