Jon saw that he was wearing a French Maid's outfit, one that he filled out quite nicely. He almost screamed when he found out that he was now a she. The strange weight he felt on his chest was a set of dd-cup breasts. A quick feel between his legs revealed a pussy in place of a cock. Ling blonde hair brushed past his shoulders. What happened? thought Jon, as he tugged on the hem of his skirt. Did I make a wish in my sleep? And why would I wish for this?
Jon decided to wish to find out what had happened, but before he could make the wish, a voice came up from downstairs, "Marie," called his mother, Susan. "Where are you? Its almost time for the kids to go to school and you haven't fixed breakfast yet! I have to go to work dear; I don't have time to do it myself."
"Coming, Madame," Jon heard himself say. Even his voice had changed. He now had a sultry French accent that just oozed sexuality. S/he went downstairs, attempting not to break his/her neck walking down a flight of stairs in heels.
Jon/Marie came down into the kitchen. His mother (or would that be employer?) was there, hurridly eating some toast. "I'm sorry to be sharp with you, Marie," she said. "But you know how important this week is for me at the office. I really need your help keeping the household under control."
"I am so sorry, Madame," Jon said. He couldn't seem to control what he said. Whatever the wish had been, it allowed him to say the right things at the right times. "I will do better in the future."
"Thank you," said his mother. "You've been such a help ever since I hired you. Raising three children by myself hasn't been easy. Now make sure that everyone gets to school on time. Particularly Zoe. I don't want her skipping school again. And I'm going to be back late. There's instructions for dinner on the counter and make sure everyone does there homework. You know everything else you need to do."
"Oui, Madame," said Jon. "Everything will be as it should be. You do not need to worry about a thing. Have a good day at work."
"Thank you, Marie," said Susan, grabbing her briefcase and heading out the door. Jon did as s/he was told. His (former) siblings ate breakfast and left for school. His older brother Matt was polite, though Jon figured it was more because of his new hot body, as Matt seemed to be ogling Jon's boobs most of the meal. Zoe was her usual noncommunicative self and Mikey wasn't acting noticably different eather.
Jon wondered what else had changed. His mother worked, yes, but she was not so busy that she couldn't make breakfast most days and he and his siblings had been perfectly capable of taking care of themselves when she didn't. She almost never had to work late, either, and dinner consisted of ordering for pizza when she did. While being a single mother must be difficult, nothing about their old life seemed to justify having a maid. Something must have changed besides Jon's gender and job status.
