Clare felt a wind rush around her and she squinted briefly. Her vision return shortly afterwards and her gaze was still locked forward to an unchanged scene. She wondered for a moment what exactly had happened before another swish of Olivia's wand and she was free to move again. She looked down at herself again ready to cover herself yet again but found she had little need. Instead she gazed at the frilly, neatly trimmed French Maid's outfit. The dress extended to her ankles where she had nicely laced shoes, the blouse wrapped its way around her neck and her arms and her forehead was adorned with the standard French maid headdress and all together she looked quite respectable for a modern day maid. "Olivia! I..." but she was cut off almost instantly.
"That's Mistress to you!" Olivia said with force and an evil smile when Olivia waved her wand yet again. "Yes Mistress" was the swift reply of Clare, now gasping and covering her mouth at the involuntary reply. "Go do my Laundry!" barked Olivia again and Clare turned on her heels and proceeded out of the room to do exactly that. She had no control, no free will. It seemed Olivia had taken her and placed her inside a shell that was entirely obedient. Still, at least she was dressed okay and not like a fetish maid. She hoped that her family would help her in the morning when they woke but something told her that Olivia wasn't done playing with her just yet.