The feeling of dread settled in you as the mirror image got clearer. Even though blurry, you can already tell that the woman in the mirror looks considerably different from how you look now. Considering how looking at the original mirror put you in this mess in the first place, a different-looking reflection can't be good.
You try to pull your eyes away from the mirror, but something was forcing you to look on entranced. You look on with dismay as the mirror finally became clear. The girl staring back at you looked like she was 18 or 19, her unblemished face, her creamy, silky-smooth skin and light brown eyes complimented by the brown, wavy hair that reached down to her shoulderblades. Her body seemed slightly curvier than your current one, though her chest seemed to stay the same... not that it wasn't large to begin with.
You manage to break free from looking at the mirror, and see from your new curves and the brown hair that brushes over your eyes that you have - unsurprisingly - become the person in the mirror. You swear to yourself. You can only hope that reality has shifted again so none of the other maids notice your different physique. You look around the storage room, hoping to find the thing you were sent to get... but what was it again? You sigh in frustration as you realize that you had forgotten what you needed to bring down, and decide to head back to ask Andrea.
As you lock the storage room. You see that one of the rooms' doors had been left carelessly open. You walk over to shut it, but suddenly get a strange urge to look inside. The room was in pristine condition and nothing looked like it needed cleaning. On the bed, neatly folded, were some female clothing. Your mind starts to go blank as you automatically walk over to the clothes on the bed. The clothes looked tempting to try on, and without a second thought on how wearing the maids clothes actually turned you into a maid, you decide to change into the new clothes.
You close the room door and lock it, then pull off all of your maid garments. You notice a mirror near the door, and can't help but stare at your naked, beautiful body before putting on the clothes. You smile, revealing a grin that would turn the head of any boy, and pose in front of the mirror. "Wait" you think, "this is all wrong. I'm repeating the same mistakes!" Those thoughts suddenly flow out of your head like running water, and you shrug as you are unable to remember why you were worried about posing in the first place. If it's THAT important it'll come back to you.
You go up to the bed and put on the clothes. You first slide the panties up your legs, and then put the bra on, somehow fastening them even more adeptly than you did during the few weeks you were a maid. Next was the purple tank-top, which slid on easily and revealed your ample cleavage to the world... but such exposure was normal for you, wasn't it?
The doubt flowed from your head even quicker than before, and you put on the jeans, pulling them up your curvy legs and fastening them. You look in the mirror and pose again. "Man am I HOT or what?" You think to yourself, and giggle. The boys would be clamoring all over you. You shake your head. "What am I THINKING?" you say out loud, "I need to get out of these clothes.... I'm starting to forget again!"
Suddenly there's a knock on the door, and without thinking you walk up and open it. On the other side was Don, the master's son. "Are you almost ready?" he asked, "I already asked the servants to get the dining room prepared."
All your worries disappeared from your mind, as if they were never there in the first place. "Oh Don..." you say, "Yeah I'm almost done. Give me a sec."
You walk back to the bed and pull out a pair of woman's sneakers that you somehow knew were under the bed, and put them on. You walk back to Don, intentionally making your hips sway sensuously for reasons you couldn't understand. "I'm ready now."
Don wrapped his arms on your back, and instinctively you wrap yours on his neck. The two of you deeply kiss each other. Your body shivers from pleasure several time, each shiver flooding you with new memories and disposing of old ones. "How could I have ever been a maid?" You think while kissing, "I mean, I've been this hunk's girlfriend for several years now right?"
You break off the kiss, giggling. "What's so funny?" Don asks.
"Oh nothing," you say, breaking out into a grin, "Just thinking about how silly I can be sometimes."