Jon/Marie got her former siblings ready for school and out the door. Matt slid his hand underneath her uniform as he left, giving her breast a quick squeeze. Jon squeaked and attempted to slap his hand away. Matt looked at her strangely and asked, "What? I thought you liked being fondled? At least, you've never had a problem with it before."
"I am so sorry, monsieur," said Jon. "You suprised me. It won't happen again. I am here to serve you."
"That's all right, Marie," said Matt. "Mom's been dumping a lot of extra work on you because of her job. You're both stressed out." Matt kissed her and left. Jon watched them go, her hand on her cheek. She had enjoyed the kiss and he had even enjoyed being grabbed, suprising as it was. What had his wish entailed? Not simply being a maid, but having members of his former family fondle him as a regular part of their routine?
Jon carefully made his way up to her room. She found that it was smaller than her old room had been. Her bed was the same, but almost everything else was different. The clothes in her closet and dresser were almost exclusively maid's outfits. She had a collection of lacey bras, thongs and g-strings. All of her shoes were stilleto heels.
Her magazines had been replaced by maid-themed magazines, containing tips on serving families, cleaning and even having sex with her employers. Sex thought Jon. That might be why Matt grabbed my boob. Underneath her bed, she even had a collection of dildos.
Jon made a wish. "What did I wish for?" she said. Suddenly she understood. She had fantasies about having a French Maid of his own, who would be a sex partner as well as a servant. But because she had been asleep, she had wished that she was her family's French Maid. She was also the family sex toy. Her mother, as her actual employer, had actual sex with her. Her former siblings typically just fondled her, though they did have sex with her occasionally when their mother allowed it. Jon was frantic. How would he change this back? Then he remembered that he had chores to do. His mother had left a list on the kitchen counter. Rather than risk breaking his neck again walking down the stairs, he wished it up to him.
He looked at the list. There were the usual chores: vaccuming, dishes, laundry, as well as grocery shopping and a few others. Jon considered simply wishing them done, to give him time to think of a way out of his wish. But he also had to find Karyn. She was his best friend. How had his wish affcted her? Did she remember him? The stone? What about the wish she had made that first day, for bigger boobs and blonde hair? She had been there for that wish, so she should remember the wish, but if his wish changed everyone's memory, how had it affected hers? He had to find her. Quickly wishing that her chores were done, Jon left the house in search of his friend.
