"...Well, we have the house to ourselves, so shall we try to think of a way to fix this?" Karyn asked.
Jon nodded. "I really don't want to spend the rest of my life like this. A maid and a sex toy..." He shuddered. "Thank God I haven't actually had to do anything yet."
Karyn gasped. "A sex toy? I'm just a maid. That's sick, Jon. I'm so sorry."
He shrugged, ignoring the strange feelings, the great weight on his chest, the heels, everything. "First off..." he mumbled, picking up the stone from his bed and making sure to speak in English, "I wish I weren't so uncomfortable in these heels."
Instantly, he felt his balance subtly shifting, and he knew without a doubt that he would be perfectly able to walk in the stiletto heels he was wearing. "That's better," he said, slipping back into French. "In case we can't find a way out of this. What should we try?"
"Um... I don't know," Karyn shrugged, looking flustered. "You know how badly I screwed up the first time I made a wish."
Jon narrowed his eyes at her apology, and sighed. "You're right. But I wish I didn't have to deal with this. I mean, what if I..." he trailed off, staring down at his suddenly empty hands. "Oh, shit... now what will we do?"
"I... I g-guess we'll need to just stick it out, get used to it," Karyn stammered, blushing brightly. "So how does it feel... Marie? You're a woman now," she smiled, speaking softly. "A beautiful woman with a great job, all things considered. It could certainly be worse."
Jon - no, Marie - stared down at herself, tears filling her eyes. She cupped her breasts through the soft fabric of the uniform, felt around her new sex in the same way through her panties. "I'm Marie," she said very quietly, looking at the mirror by her bed which wasn't there before, at her gorgeous face, plump red lips, perfect cheeks, light blue eyes highlighted by dark mascara, brown eyebrows. At least my new hair color is a dye job, she thought, only mildly distressed, next to everything else, by the fact that her inner voice spoke French as well. She looked a little lower at the massive cleavage formed by her uniform which she was sure would not normally be appropriate, though considering her secondary duties...
It's not so bad, as... as Antoinette said. I have a stable job for a long time to come, and they are not related to me anymore. It's perfectly natural, she thought, gagging a bit regardless. I will take it as it comes and hope I perform my new duties as well as I should.
Marie smiled a tentative smile, throwing shame to the wind, putting her hand to her lips and blowing a kiss to her reflection. She laughed as Antoinette did next to her, saying in English and adoring her accent, "Maybe this is not so bad as I thought. I..." she choked on her words, and wiped away the tears which had fallen before. "I am beautiful, and I am Marie Aubry," she stated, smiling proudly. Antoinette pulled her into a hug which she gratefully returned, giggling madly as a hand wandered down to her ass, and thinking, This is really not so bad.
