A True French Maid

Jon opened her mouth to speak, even as her startled gaze caught the change in the mirror. What the wish stone had created, stared with dark eyes which had the look of a doe caught in the headlights, flashing an upset look toward her girlfriend from behind a loose cascade of dirty blonde hair.
Karen was amused to see the new girl was modest in form, with lovely breasts and subtle curves, all set upon long sexy legs which would fit perfectly into the uniform laid out for her servant.
But when an excited Jon spoke, there was another shock for the two of them.
"Karen!" declared the former boy in a sweet honey voice. "Je ne puis pas croire que vous avez fait ceci a moi! "
Almost at the same time Karen and Jon declared. "Are you speaking French? " "Suis-je Francais parlant? "
"Just finish dressing and get to work. " Karen ordered, hoping the real French maid understood. But even as (s)he wriggled into the saucy dress, stockings and ruffled panties, Jon was distressed to find her nipples showing through the satin fabric, with no bra to contain them. "Regardez ces derniers! " she complained.
Still Karen wasn't quite ready to give up control as she repeated her order. "let's clean up. " and Jon could only give a meek. "Oui, Mlle. "