Your vision finally clears and you get a look at the room before you. Despite it's plush carpet and comfortable bed it looks rather plain, and somewhat small windowless room. It has simple necessities, and enough space for a few personal effects. A simple-looking armoire stands at the far end of the room, it's doors left open to reveal a number of maid costumes. There's a vanity to the right of the room, pressed up against the wall. On which a brush sits an a number of hair pins. At the end of the room just to the left of the armoire is a door. You approach it and push the door open to reveal a small bathroom.
This room was clearly intended for a live-in maid. The implication worries you. You walk back to the door, grabbing a hair pin on your way and attempt to jimmy open the lock. Your at it for at least twenty or thirty minutes before crying out in frustration and tossing the pin across the room.
"Let me out of here!" you call out and bang on the door in frustration. Your pounding and shouting go unheeded, however and you eventually turn around and rest your back against the door, sliding down it to sit on the floor. You breath heavily and push your hair out of your face. You breath heavily for a few moments, closing your eyes as you attempt to calm yourself. You open your eyes again after getting a hold of yourself and spy something on the vanity you missed, though you're not sure how you could have. You stand up and walk over to it and read a small note stuck inside the mirror that reads:
"Use the Brush"
You're taken aback by the note, and look around to see if you missed someone, but you're still alone. You initially refuse to play their game, but a growl from your stomach makes you realize that you really haven't much to loose. If you stay in this room too long you'll end up starving. You sit down in front of the vanity and pick up the brush and run it across your hair. The result amazes and disturbs you. Each stroke of your hair causes it to grow a bit longer. Within a few brushes your hair goes from simply being relatively short, to being neck length, then shoulder length to going to the small of your back. The body of your hair, also changes, getting fuller and thicker, changing from a dark brown color to a light auburn color.
Furthermore, as you stare into the mirror, you notice that your facial features begin changing, getting more feminine in quality. Several moments during all this you stop and walk back to the door, trying in vain to open it, but each time you're met with the same result, the door refuses to open. By the final time you stand up your hair hangs down in front of your face and down to the small of your back, and the face before you in the mirror looks like someone that you'd try to pick up at a bar. You walk back to the vanity and look at the note again. The writing has changed.
"Put on the uniform."
The thought cause your skin to crawl. You know where this leads and it's not in any direction you care to go. But what choice to you have? Your breathing gets faster as you think of it and you run back to the door, pounding furiously on the door and screaming to be let out, the tone of your voice frightens you all the more, you put your hands to your mouth in surprise at the high-pitched feminine voice that leaves your throat. You look back at the armoire. You approach it much as you imagine Socrates must have when approaching the hemlock he was slated to drink. You reach out and touch the uniform. The moment you do, your thick fingers grow slender and your hand gets smaller. You close your eyes and sigh. You consider taking this moment to "take care" of yourself one last time, realizing that it may be your last time to do so. The moment you do the room suddenly goes dark again and you find yourself in pitch blackness. It's only when you dismiss the thought that the lights come back on.
You heave another deep sigh and bring the outfit over to the bed, laying it down. You remove your clothing, letting it fall to the ground in a pile. You grab a pair of women's underwear, and closing your eyes - not wanting to see the result - you slide them over your legs. The instantly change shape, loosing hair as they slide upwards, and when they settle on your crotch you feel your waist get rounder and you feel the disappearance of your manhood as it is replaced by a woman's parts.
Next you grab a bra that had also been on the hanger. Touching it causes a swelling in your chest as a pair of breasts begin growing out. You fumble with the bra, obviously unused to putting one of these on yourself. Finally the bra snaps into place, supporting your breasts. Lastly you slide into the dress. As you do the last vestiges of your male body disappear. You cinch up the dress and look at yourself in the mirror attached to the vanity. You're a woman, wearing a maid's outfit. You also spy the note and realize that the writing has changed again.
"Good Girl"
You hear a click and the door finally opens and someone walks in.