Circe turned away, cupping her chin with her left hand. "Well... I can't think of anything long-term for you right now, but the library needs a good organizing. You probably wouldn't manage alone, so I'll allow you some help - go fetch a book from the shelves and I'll show you how to make a servant out of it."
Eh? "I don't understand - make a servant of a book?"
She turns to you, beckoning you to follow her. Rising, you set your modesty aside and take her lead, though you nearly fall back into the water at first. Your new body's going to need a bit of getting used to. Your chest in particular feels especially different, but when you look down at it, you only see that god-forsaken shell bra. You tear it from yourself in annoyance and toss it behind you, leaving you fully naked. Circe raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't stand to wear that any longer - I'll put on something later. Now, about the book thing?"
"I'll be teaching you some of my magic, girl," she laughs. "With the spell I teach you today, you'll be able to transform objects, and animals once you're stronger, into people - whatever form you like. The resulting person will have certain traits and abilities depending on its prior form and will be bound to serve you. Sounds great, right?"
"It does. So why are you letting me do this? A while ago, I was a trespasser! And what's to keep me from going crazy and making myself a harem of book-girls?"
A smirk crosses Circe's face. "A trespasser you may be, but your mistake was honest. And I'm usually not apologized to quite so strongly. Let's just say I trust you," she winks.
Yeah, you think as she continues to eye you, trust. Let's go with that.
The sorceress leads you to a lush lounge, motioning for you to seat yourself. You plop down onto a two-cushion sofa, while she takes the loveseat across from you.
"About the magic? Well, you're going to work for me, no? You won't be very efficient around here if you can't use any magic, so I'm going to teach you some." Circe's grin widens, her eyes gleaming. "As a novice, you'll be lucky to cast more than once every hour; though by the time I've finished with you, you'll probably be able to run this house on your own."
Tempting. But you still have your own life after this - right? "That reminds me; I still have a life back at home. I don't plan on leaving for a while, but won't my family and everyone worry about me, especially now that I'm a mermaid-girl-thing and I might be bringing a girl or seven home with me?"
"I'll take care of that, don't you worry. I'll make them think that everything's okay for now, and once you're done here, you can make them think whatever you want." Your mistress rises, again motioning for you to follow. "But put it out of your mind for now, okay? Let's get you to your room so you can pick out some clothes. Not that I don't enjoy the show, but a servant needs to remain presentable. Remember that when you create yours."
You push yourself from your seat, letting her lead you up the stairs to your room. It's a modest space, plainly decorated. A closet is embedded in the wall on your right, while a set of clothes drawers and a small table sit against the opposing wall, next to a grand metal-framed bed that looks too big to merely sleep in. The wall opposite the door sports a window, with a shelf underneath and a full-body mirror on its right. Various objects litter the shelf's surface.
Circe shoos you off and turns to leave. "Go dress yourself, girl. I'll be waiting for you back in the lounge, but don't come back until you have your book. There's a map on that shelf over there, so you can get around without my help."
You walk over to the drawers to get some underwear. The top drawer reveals a multitude of bras, from fancy lace numbers to simple training bras. All are in your apparent size, it would seem.
What catch your eyes, though, are a pair of what look like rolls of ace bandages. The first is labeled "One-Touch Chest Bindings," the other "One-Touch Sarashi." The instructions for each seem to be to place the tab on the end of the roll on your chest or back, and the bandage will wrap itself so long as nothing else interferes (your arms, for instance, should be held away); the only difference between the two is that the sarashi won't be so tight. You decide to go with that; it's not as if you need bindings right now, especially with your chest. Unclasping the bandage and placing the tab next to your breast, you watch as the roll springs to life, jetting around you until your chest is completely wrapped.
Pretty cool, you think to yourself.
The second drawer contains underpants of all kinds. Granny-panties, bloomers, thongs, and a few things that you'd prefer not to think about yet (is that a strap-on harness?). Surprisingly, there's a significant number of men's boxers and briefs. You pick a pair of boxers that were your size as a male and try them on, only for them to slide off. Eventually, you find a pair that fits.
You open the bottom drawer and find an array of sexual toys and aids. You note the dildoes and vibrators that you'd like to try out later and promptly close the drawer.
Next is the closet. Upon opening the doors, you're greeted by shirts, blouses, skirts, dresses, suits, pants, even shorts; you certainly have a selection to work with. Again sticking with what you're used to, you pick out a fine black suit. Once you've got it on, you check yourself in the mirror. You look like a smart young butler - one whose hair is far too long. Maybe you'll get it cut or put in a ponytail later.
Regardless, you're satisfied with your appearance. Grabbing the map from the shelf, you exit the room and head back downstairs. After a moment, you reach the library's door.
Inside the library are mountains of bookshelves and mountains of books, although the overlap is not as great as it should be. Many different publications catch your eyes, though you're sure you'll have to dig through the piles for more.
Well, what are you looking for?