...a pair of black lolita-style shoes. You are pretty sure that they weren't here the first time you checked but compared with you transforming into a girl, a pair of loli shoes appearing out of thin air seems rather trivial.
The shoes are the same cutesy style as your rubber outfit. They have a bit of a heel, but not too much. There are two bows: one at the front with a bit of a frill to it and another one at the back to accent the heel. A strap is attached to the bow. Apparently, it's supposed to wrap around your ankle.
You put on the shoes, adjusting the straps in the process. They seem to be the only thing in your entire outfit that's not made of rubber, although they shine anyway, as they're patent-leather.
Finished with the straps, you take a couple of careful steps. Having your centre of weight shifted because of girly transformation is hard enough already; wearing new shoes makes walking even more difficult and you move slowly, trying to keep your balance.
You walk over to the mirror.
A weird sensation overcomes you: you feel... complete. The shoes were the missing part and now you are a 100% maid.
You make a little curtsey, bowing your head down.
'What does young mistress wish for?' — you hear yourself say in a meek voice of a submissive maid.
Reality starts shifting around you: walls, furniture, even the floor are a complete blur now, a mess of lines and colours. You stumble back as an unfamiliar scenery forms out of this chaotic haze.
A big, beautiful garden and an old-looking manor in the middle of it. Something compels you to walk to the door in small, unsteady steps.
You open the large entrance door; it creaks loudly, sending echoes down the manor's long hallways.
There's a strange stillness in the air, as if this place belongs to no space and time in particular. The only things that break the eerie silence is the sound of your footsteps and the squeaking of latex layers of your dress.
A door opens behind you.
Turning around, you see the prettiest thing ever: a five-year old girl, face as pale as moonlight, hair as black as coal. She is dressed in a frilly Gothic Lolita dress with multiple layers of lace and frills. Her hair, held in two ponytails by big bows, is so long that she has to wear high platform shoes to keep it from dragging on the floor.
She looks up and you see that her eyes are filled with tears. Is she scared of you? It's actually more like... the girl is happy to see you.
'H-hello' — she sobs.