"It's been a long time since any human summoned me." Said the entity from beyond.
"You're not a demon, you're not an angel, that's why I chose to bargain with you." Said the master of the empty house. "So we're in agreement?"
"The power to write and seal Contracts is yours, in exchange, you can no longer directly defend yourself or others from any sapient being who
intends you physical harm. Most would think you mad for this bargain."
"There's always trade offs."
"Then this deal is made and can not be broken. And my role in things is complete."
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'Life seems like it won't stop giving you lemons? Sign this lifetime contract and we promise to give you happiness and purpose.'
'This Contract is unbreakable once signed. By signing you agree to modifications to your DNA (including gender and anthro species). And you
agree to having your psyche adapted to your new job. You have formal and legal protection against any and all unwilling and/or modification
encouraged sexual relations and remains within your sphere of freedom of will and may not be forced upon you. This contract may only be
signed totally of your own free will. . As a fringed benefit you will not age a day after your adjustments and will have full medical and dental.'
Carlson had followed strange the want ad, posted outside the relatively large house. He had no job. He had tried to get into a collage for a year
and no luck and his family made it crystal clear they had no intention of supporting him any longer.
A few minutes later Carlson read the contract the obvious owner offered to him, "Huh, i think it is legal, no problems with it... I should sign?"
Most of it sounded like some cheap gage thrown in, people who had money to burn tended be a little screw loose anyway.
"That's totally of your free will to sign. Just remember, the contract is unbreakable once signed."
"This isn't going to turn me into a robot is it?"
"There's nothing in the contract about your submitting to having your biological combatants mechanized."
"Ok! I sign!"
Carlson signed.
"And now your destiny is bound. As a fringed benefit you will not age a day after your adjustments and will have full medical and dental."
"Ok. The full medical seem a good extra. What about vacations?"
"What vacations? Your modification will have you LOVING what you'll be doing."
Before Carlson's eyes the world become bigger as he age regressed to fourteen years old. His clothes were baggy on him.
"Huh, ok? Uh oh...i begin to has regrets about sign theeeeeee? My clothes!"
He feel his face blushes as he felt his Y chromosome exchanged for another X one and his biology changing to fit.
His normal ears vanished replaced by a pointed pair on top of his head with black and orange strips. Followed by an orange and black stripped
cat tail.
His clothes then morph into a cliche anime style french maid outfit.
"The mental changes should kick in after a minute. Don't worry about not loving your job, you will in a bit. In fact serving as a maid will be
your reason for wanting to live. Which according to the transformation of fate done by the contract signing, it is."
"Give me the contract, meooow! I change my mind, I want break the contract, meow!" She reached out for him.
The Contractor took several steps back. "I told you -twice- it can't be broken before you signed."
" I don't want be a... cleaning all the day," She purred and shook her head, "No! No... Yes? Cleaning all the day, meeeoow... while I am dressed
with a cute maid outfit... "
"Now dear. Stand attention for the master of the house. Your master, legally and in your heart and mind. What is your name. What do you do?
What do you want to do? What is your job? What makes you happy?"
She stood up at attention with her legs together and her arms at her sides, Smiling. "I am Carlson… I guess, don't sound like a maid name,
meow... I'm Kupochu! I clean! I want to clean your house, Master! Because I am your maid!" She hugged him, "Silly Master, of course i am
happy!"
He observed her for two weeks. She didn't strangle him in his sleep or call a lawyer or police so that was a good sign. She had moved of course
directly into one of the servant bunk rooms.
Finally, on the fifteen day he chose to put her to the ultimate test. In his own room he summoned her.
The contractor handed her the contract putting it in her hands. "Now. If -you- rip your contract in two. You're free. You go back to the way you
were. I won't stop you. What shall you do?" Of course the contract was already sealed, legal, blinding, and completely unbreakable for either
party, but he needed to see what look loopholes there were.
"I am free?" The kitty maid blinked, confused "Well, now as I think about it, I work hard all the week and i need some vacations... At least, one
or two days."
"Dang. The idea was that the work was supposed to feel like a vacation. And if that's what you want you should find some people to sign a
contract to become your sisters to carry your work load. And I meant you're free if your rip up your contract. But only this one time. Right now.
At this beginning. Otherwise, this is you, the you who is you."
Kopuchu looked sadly at her master, "Sorry for hear it Master. But, even if I love to clean, it was very hard work. But if Master give me a free
week, I promise return with a lot of news maids to help me with the job." She smiled at him, eager to prove how she could help her master.
" . . . " He took the indestructable contract from her. "That shall be recorded by the gods as a acceptance of your fate. And I grant you
permission to leave the grounds to recruit 'lots' of new maids to--"
She leapt up and hugged him, "Thanks! I will return with a lot of maids, I promise!" She kissed her master on both cheeks, "See you later,
meeeow!" She made a playful gesture and bounded out the door eager for her new task.
"--run the estate. This place perhaps is foolish to be cleaned by one servant. You have temporary authority to bind contracts to willing signers.
But they are drafted by me to function as yours are." The contractor finished.
The appointed cat girl maid after a month in her master's service and request is a vacation, is told to contract more victims, er, staff, to take up
the work load during her down time. She leaves the house promising to bring back 'lots' of new maids Contacted.
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It was dangerous doing his own shopping for the week Kopuchu was out. But it was either that or starve to death. It just to be raining too.
Badly. Very badly. He was wearing a full jacket and a hat and gloves and he was still wet.
He really needed to exercise more, it was now evening and almost no cars were on the street and for good reason. Driving in this weather was
dangerous. Sadly, not everyone had a choice.
The contractor was caught completely off guard when the small family car crashed hard. And it wasn't into him. It was into a street lamp.
There would be no one else on the street of course.
Morbid curiosity overcame the contractor as he looked at the wreck. A man and a woman at front, through the windshield, and very clearly
dead.
He picked up a cellphone to call 911 as any citizen would do. He found out they wouldn't be there for another ten minutes.
He also finally noticed the much smaller shape in the back, with a piece of glass through through the neck and arms and legs all going in the
wrong directions with bones sticking out a side of his neck.
'Ah dammit.' The contractor thought. Not amused at the least at this sadistic twist the fates seemed to want to use to punish him with.
The little boy's overalls were covered in blood. The contractor actually had some basic medical knowledge, the boy was going to be dead five
minutes before emergency services arrived.
The lad's eyes rolled over to him, "M-mr, mom, d-daaa.. ack, where arre-"
He didn't have time to write a new contract. All he could use were the ones he already had on them.
Cursing himself utterly and completely the contractor took out a contract and summoned a phantom pen that floated into the boy's fingers and
he slipped the contract under him.
"I can make it better. Or at least a little better. If you'll be my helper. Please . . . just put a little 'x' on the paper there . . .If that is your choice."
The contractor asked, almost pleaded, a horrified and sick feeling rising in his gut.
Confused and scared and his little mind racing and his heart shutting down, the boy complied.
At once the glass was forced out of his throat and bones and muscles and internal organs healed himself, and quick rearranged themselves. His
black hair turned light green, his brown eyes turned blue, his tanned skin became paler. Green cat ears grow from the top of his head as his
old ears vanished and a cat tail grew out of his pants that were quickly becoming a blue and white maid uniform perfectly fitting to his size.
Making a short 'Meow!' she leapt out of the broken vehicle and curtsied at him, "Meow! Master! I'll help you any way you want Master!"
The contractor wanted to kill himself, but that sadly wasn't an option now. He had intended only those who deserved to be contracted, or
wanted to be or had not choice but to be . . . but this . . . He put his coat around her.
Of course the paramedics wouldn't connect a little girl (with a reaction filter in place so even if they noticed she was a cat girl the fact cat girls
weren't supposed to exist wouldn't trigger in their minds) with a missing dead little boy, they let him go.
His new little maid at eight years old skipped happily next to him. They made it back to the house without trouble.