Little Mistress beams, holding the drained young mortal (mortal? Huh, a strange thought. But you don't really seem to notice it) in her little arms. She's barely able to keep a grip on him but it's enough, especially as you hold him, the corruption taking against his pimply face, beginning to spread itself smooth and white over his cheeks.
You drop the young man, his pained ooof the last male sound he'll ever make as the latex, unseen, unnoticed, and now spread completely across his face, begins its work. Within moments his cheeks have a smattering of baby fat, nose aristocratic, lips dark and pouty. His face, with each passing moment, looks less and less like it did and more like an almost angelic young lady, about the same age as the Little Mistress. Her...for it's hard to think of the changing mortal (that word again!) as being a boy for much longer, her skin, like yours, like Little Mistress's, is that perfect pale alabaster, too perfect, too smooth. It's only on her face now, the girl's eyes opening up a large and slightly too perfect purple color. As she does so, the corruption leaps up to her hair, biting at it and slicking it long and down, spreading itself silver as it reaches the small of her back. She's barely got a moment to blink before it's over, her head completely turned.
"I..." Voice coming out a whisper, sweet, demure, reserved, female, young. "I...my voice...what...what has happened?" She places her hands up to her lips. Male hands to dainty lips. "Why is my speech so..." She frowns, a cute and dark little thing, trying to will herself to speak the way she's used to. "This is....I...this is intolerable. I cannot....why am I unable to...." She grunts and sighs, shaking her head even as her body, male still, begins to lose some of its height. "I...Brynn...what is happening to me?" Looking at Little Mistress, eyes wide and pleading.
The Little Mistress giggles. Brynn perhaps. But that name is one you won't ever call her. You're a maid, so she's Little Mistress to you! "Shayna! Don't be scared!" She squeezes the shrinking girl's hands, spreading a hint of corruption that visibly shrinks them down. "I'm making you my friend~" a giggle again, a mischievous and fangy grin appearing on her face.
"B-But...But I do not wish to be a doll Brynn..." She's whining, a little. Though it's hard to hear as her voice still refuses to rise above a whisper. With each passing moment, she loses height, weight, starting a minute ago a good foot taller than the Little Mistress. Now? Now Shayna's only an inch or two taller, and still shrinking. You step back, along with Rimi and Rini, waiting for Mistress to be done with the newest member of your household. A task she's clearly enjoying.
"Shaaaaaaaaynaaaaaaaa, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?" Her cutest voice, the Little Mistress's inherent magic forcing itself onto the struggling and changing Shayna. It takes in an instant, the new girl's purple eyes giving a resigned sigh and her head, shiny and properly sized at an inch shorter than Little Mistress, giving a nod.
"I...I..." She pauses, looking down, "If...if you truly wish it Brynn, yes, perhaps I can be a doll." She looks down, oversized clothes hanging off of her. Other than her shape, only her face looks changed, as best you can tell. But that's probably enough. "I...perhaps in exchange you may provide me with clothes?" She frowns more, but seems to accept her place. Of course she does. She's happier as being Shayna. Just like you are being Sapphire. It's so perfect being one of Mistress's dolls. It's like being old you but a million times better.
"YAY! We're gonna be friends forever and live in a big huge house and have tons of maids and guards and friends and everything!" The Little Mistress hugging her playmate, giggling like crazy, the touch melting off clothing and beginning to cause bands of color and shiny substance to ripple out of Shayna's skin. It's silver at first. Similar in color to her hair, a thin layer of exceptionally shiny silver seems to form a covering around her entire body, from her neck down to her toes, slowly dulling in color and shine and tightening. A moment later a long pair of white stockings burst out of her silvered legs, shiny in color. You know, like your dress, like your mistress's clothes, it's part of her.
She doesn't fidget as the stockings, going up way past her knees, become obscured by a long white dress, then a purple one, then a white one, then a purple one, then a white one with purple accents, the final layer. It's all ornate, difficult to move in, of course, and designed for idle young ladies. Like what Shayna's becoming as the Little Mistress squeezes her hand again, causing further change. On Shayna's arms form fingerless purple gloves, too shiny, with what look like lace designs in silver on the fingers. It's all quite pretty, the gloves above the elbows forming ruffles as her body changes into the outfit it'll wear forever. As the top begins its change, you can tell that it's clearly similar to the Little Mistress's. But not as ornate. Not as pretty. Only one bow and not two. The collar is high but it's not as fine detail work. A lady, Mistress Shayna is how your mind registers her, but not The Little Mistress.
"Yay! Shayna!" The mistress of the house claps, looking over at you. "Hey! Hey! Se~phi~ Se~phi~" She grins, "...Can you get me more dolls? Pleaaaaaaase?"
Normally her command would be your wish but something stops you. You stare around your rather...small...apartment. "Little Mistress, I think we don't have a large enough house..."
The Little Mistress stops. Stares. Frowns. She...she can feel it too. "Sephi! Just one! Please! Please! I'll get us a biiiiiiig house, promise! But you gotta get a doll while I ask for one!"
You...nod. You nod. That seems reasonable. "Shall I use my discretion Little Mistress?"
"Yeah! Get me someone good Sephi!"
It's those words on your lips which follow you as you prepare to change a mortal into.....