“D-don’t you think the maid uniform is a little, y’know... overboard, m-master?” Cynthia asked, adjusting her large breasts in her tight bra before reaching up and playing with her long, purple hair to tuck it behind her pointed ears. “A-and, well... the ears are-”

“Because when I asked for my dream girl, I wanted the complete package. And yeah, that includes turning you into a busty elf lady in a French maid uniform.” Rob replied, taking a seat on the bed next to his newest servant. “You have a problem with that?”

“O-of course not, master!” Cynthia exclaimed, blushing. Internally, of course, she hated having to be so submissive to her new ‘master’, when just a day ago she had been a broke, human male college dropout who had taken a job off Craigslist as a personal servant for a rich scientist for weed money. However it turned out that Doctor Rob Richards had very ‘specific’ tastes, and was more than happy to test out his greatest body-morphing invention on his new lab rat. Cynthia, once Sid, had knocked on his front door on time for work and the next thing he knew he had awoken in a small, well-organised servants quarters in his new, naked body.

He was now a cute, tiny young woman with flawless skin and a wasp-thin body that was accentuated by some gorgeous curves: a pair of perky DD-cups with pointy little nipples and a large round booty. Her long, dusky-purple hair reached ers butt and strangest of all, she had a pair of pointed elven ears. It was like overnight she had gone from a regular guy into a little sweet elf girl from one of his favourite anime.

Before she had much longer to explore her body the scientist showed up, a tall and handsome 30-something man with strong shoulders and a four-o’clock shadow. In his hands he was holding a demeaning-looking French maid outfit, with a short skirt, thigh-high stockings and a silk headpiece. “Put this on, Cynthia, and come out to the kitchen, I’ll give you an hour to settle in but after that you’re on the clock.”

Cynthia wanted to try and tackle him, to swear at him and call him names, but found the words caught in her throat. It wasn’t just her body that had changed - she was now shy and submissive, and just couldn’t find any way to insult her master. “Umm... I’ll see what I can do.”

While Cynthia’s first week as a maid was difficult as she clumsily tried to adapt to her new role and body, it wasn’t long before she began to get into the swing of things. She wasn’t allowed to leave the mansion, but the building and the gardens were so large that she rarely felt trapped, and while the only clothes she owned was her maid outfit, it was comfortable enough that she couldn’t complain. Bringing her master his morning paper and a cup of his favourite tea, she began to return to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast until she felt her master’s hand spank her butt. “Now that you’re doing your servant jobs as expected, it’s about time you fulfill the other half of your role. I’ll leave the lingerie in your quarters after breakfast and I expect you to be changed and ready in my bedroom after dinner.”

Finally realizing what he was implying, Cynthia choked back a shocked squeal before regaining her composure. “Y-yes, master. As you say...” Leaving the room she couldn’t believe that she was about to become her master’s little whore now too... and that it even turned her on a little.