<Maid>

Out of all the things in the world for Devin Malbo to hate, MAID's stood at the top of the list. MAID or as they were better known, Mobile Automatic Independent Diva was the latest and greatest innovation in the janitorial field. Which for the 63 year old janitor at the Rabotos High School, was the possible nail in the coffin for his time here.

"What do you mean you're getting rid of me at the end of next week?!" he screeched, his employer - a cyborg at least half his age watching on. A cybernetic leg and arm sway slightly in the air-conditioned room for the moment. Not enough to be a problem long-term for her.

"Yes, unless you can come up with somewhere that we can put you." she explained, Devin already getting up. "Before you ask, we've already installed the one MAID."

Devin didn't even answer her, choosing instead to make a beeline for his office. There was no way that they could've worked that fast, could th-

"Hello Madame Malbo, my designated name is Genevieve." a person greeted, their voice monotone yet somehow full of expression. "I believe you are to be my partner for this coming month."

There one stood. Standing right to the top of Devin's chest, body covered in a neon white latex finish. Her bust was minimal, the entire torso covered in one of those french maid dresses. You know, the ones that adult stores offer to customers.

Faint fishnet patterning snaked down the legs, leading right into a pair of chunky black high heels. Each step was probably enough to create a small tremors while walking across the various tiled surfaces that made up the floors of the high school. That probably wasn't the case, more wishful thinking on his end.

The hands were covered in what looked to be black latex, ending right at the elbow. Contrary to what their appearance would suggest, the material looked quite flexible.

Finally, we come to the face itself. Or the lack of one really. The only real defining feature was a set of obsidian lips. No frilly headband though.

"Yeah..." Devin started, trying his best to keep his gaze away from the MAID. A conflicting storm of emotion surged within, threatening to erupt at any moment. On one hand, this thing was going to take over his job at the end of the month. But they seemed to have something about them. What was the word... cute. Beautiful even if he wanted to push that point.

Though, that could just be his age speaking more than anything else.

"Wonderful!" Genevieve announced, grabbing hold of Devin's hands. "Lead the way, Madame Malbo."

Her companion reluctantly nodded, letting the warmth in Genevieve's hand not bother him as he showed her around the hallways and rooms of Raboto High School. While not a big school by any means, the janitor didn't understand the out-of-nowhere decision. Sure, he could easily cover this entire school in an entire day. He was getting up there in age, but that couldn't quite be the reason.

So Devin focused on his companion.

"Do you know why you were here?" the janitor asked, already feeling the blank stare coming from Genevieve. Turning around, he took a deep breath. "You don't know, do you?"

He got a nod for that, the rest of the tour finishing in complete silence back at his office. Heading on through, the janitor did a double take.

In the dark room, a pair of tubes had been attached to the wall in place of the imprint of a bed. The one on the left looked to be around Genevieve's size, while the right looked to be able to fit him somehow.

As for the rest of the room, that looked to be the same as how he left it. Large cabinets of chemicals and equipment awaiting use, with a desk off to the side. A picture frame and light sat there. Someone had taken the time to leave a note.

Devin, we've replaced your bed with a MAID recharge chamber. As far as we can tell, you shouldn't notice any difference in quality of sleep.

-Principal Audrey Chanhuzen

Devin let out a sigh. Not only was his job going away, but they had also gotten rid of his bed.

"Is something wrong, Madame Malbo?"

Devin turned around, debating his response. While clearly obvious that this wasn't right, he doubted that Genevieve would really quite get it. Though he could swear she was looking at the picture frame just a second ago.

"Not at all." he answered, watching his companion step into her tube. The glass then slid up, darkening afterwards for good measure. "Good night."

With that, he took a deep breath and stepped into the tube.

"Welcome Artoria." a voice announced, the glass coming up around him. "Time for nightie night. Engaging sleep mode."

The tube darkened, Devin's eyelids growing heavy. Maybe he could catch a couple z's. So he gave in, not at all feeling the chip getting inserted into the back of his neck.

'Engaging internal conversion.'

In his dream, Devin found himself in a salon of sorts. Genevieve was standing right beside him, hand holding one of his. The stylist is working on his hair. Though, the janitor didn't remember it being this long. Nor did any of it look like black strands of nylon.

"Artoria, you look really nice." Genevieve remarked, the janitor remaining silent for the moment. Any motion could spell disaster for the styling. So he sat still and silent.

Eventually, he felt the chair get turned around. But the janitor didn't get to see the final results. Mostly because his eyes opened up and Devin found himself back in the tube. No longer dark inside, this device didn't seem ready to let him go.

'Disengaging internal conversion.'

While the janitor didn't catch the voice, his gaze shifted to his body. Instead of finding the jeans and plain t-shirt combo that he entered with, a long black dress hugged his body with a pair of black boots peeking out from under the surprisingly long skirt.

"Good morning, Artoria." the tube greeted, a groan being Devin's answer. "Today is Saturday, so you and Genevieve will be doing groundwork - mostly clearing up leaves. For this, you have been fitted with a rake dress while your partner has been fitted with blower heels."

The glass of the tube slid back down and Devin stepped out.

His office looked the same as it had the night before. Maybe the replacement of his bed for these tubes had been the only thing to get changed. So far at least. For all Devin knew, they were just waiting for him to let his guard down and then go through with the really big changes.

Yet he waited patiently for Genevieve to exit her tube.

"Good morning, Madame Malbo." she greeted, a nod from Devin serving as the only acknowledgement for the greeting. "Ready for work?"

Devin nodded, grabbing hold of Genevieve's hand. Taking a step forward, the janitor fell on his face. So he stood back up, legs shaking about in this unfamiliar footwear. He had seen women of all sorts rock shoes like these without much issue. He would just need practice. Lots and lots of practice.

"Are you alright?" Genevieve inquired, getting a head shake from her companion. So she tightened her grip on the janitor's hand. Not that Devin really minded.

"Yeah." Devin answered and slowly took his next step forward. This time, the janitor didn't fall over. So he took another step. And another. And another.

By his fifth proper step, some basic level of knowledge in regards to walking in these big chunky heels had come to Devin. Nowhere near the proficiency that Genevieve possessed. But he could get there.

The walk out of the high school and over to the lawns was on the quiet side. Mostly so Devin could continue working on his high heel proficiency. That and provided the perfect opportunity to listen to the birds chirping.

"They make such beautiful sounds." Genevieve whispered, a chuckle from Devin following that. While he had to agree with the MAID there, the janitor wasn't quite ready to admit that fact quite yet. Maybe some other day, after all their tasks had been completed.

Looking around the general area, it appeared that most of the leaves had been blown all over with little in the way of a centralized pile. Not that Genevieve could really see said pile.

"Do you need me to guide you around?" Devin inquired, feeling Genevieve's grip shift slightly. This was then followed by the low hum of he could only assume to be the blower heels turning on. "Okay, I'm going to need you to follow me."

Genevieve nodded, letting her feet follow that of her companion's as they headed for the edge of the lawn. The rest of the day is spent just

"You did good, Madame Malbo."

Devin looked away. While he was fine being called that, it didn't feel right to an extent. Had to be something he could be called right now. Anything other than that.

"You can just call me Artoria." he suggested, realizing right after what he had just said. Too late with no way to take it back, the janitor was going to have live with it. Not that Artoria sounded half bad. Had kind of a nice ring to it. Which was always good.

"Duly noted, Artoria." Genevieve chimed as the pair made their way back to Devin's office. "If you don't mind me asking, who was that in the picture frame?"

Devin looked away. He was surprised that his companion would ask about 'that' in particular over a variety of other things in his office.

"That was my wife." the janitor explained, pushing the door open. "Bright and talented woman. Interested in robotics, she's gone now."

Genevieve looked away. A thought entered her head. A questionable, dangerous thought that might just work. She doubted that Devin would be on board yet, but she got the feeling that he would come around.

"I could be your wife." she chimed, her companion's face turning a bright shade of pink. "Maybe think about it at least, Artoria?

Devin nodded and the pair entered the office. A short walk over to their tubes followed. But not without Genevieve turning the picture frame around. He was tempted to swing it back around, but pushed that thought out. No use in letting such a small thing get on his nerves.

Stepping into the tube, the janitor watched the glass slide back on up. Darkening right after, it brought forth a comforting feeling.

"Welcome Artoria." a voice announced, everything going dark within. "Time for nightie night. Engaging sleep mode."

'Continuing internal conversion.'

This time, he found himself in a room. Blank and undercoated, he can see 'her' standing before him in that moment. She's looking away, trying her hardest to not even look at Devin.

"You're allowed to hate me." she muttered, gaze turning to the janitor at the moment. "This might look like I'm sort of nefarious monster. I'm not."

Devin opened his mouth, but the words refused to come to him. If anything, it felt as if someone had fitted a lock on his mouth and then ate his key.

'Internal conversion complete.'

So he looked towards his beloved. She doesn't have anything to say. The tears already rolling on down. Devin tried to reach out to her, try and just maybe - grab hold. But 'she' was always out of reach of him. The room stretched out right before his eyes, the details getting sharper in his gaze.

"You get to keep your job and have someone who loves you very much. It's a win-win." she continued, her form giving way to Genevieve. Yet, Devin couldn't quite figure it out. There had to be some far better explanation to all of this. This couldn't be the answer that awaited him after all this time.

'Halting further upgrades.'

Her words still roll right on out, Devin hanging onto each syllable as his eyes shot open. Still standing in the tube for the moment, something felt different. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly. Right on the tip of his tongue, refusing to let him go.

"Good morning, Artoria." the tube greeted, getting no response in return from it's captive. "Today is Tuesday. You and Genevieve have been dispatched to take care of a massive food fight in the cafeteria. For this assignment, you have both been outfitted with mop heels, and a cleaning fluid tank. After, you will both learn how to strengthen your bonds and sync properly."

With that, the tube's glass went clear. Devin gazed on through, caught by complete surprise. In the two days that he had been out, what looked to be a metal floor had been installed with hazy violet walls of a similar material surrounded them. In the back corner, was some kind of machine. It looked like a bed, but small wires were coming out.

"Okay. I can still talk." the janitor whispered, a bit of pain following each word. While it hurt like hell, Devin was fairly certain he could work his way through it. Just had too.

So Devin exited the tube, finding his partner already waiting for him on the other side. His steps feel different, but that could be the result of the mop heels.

"Something wrong?" Genevieve inquired, gaze on her companion's chest. "Oh. You have a chest like mine now!"

Devin's gaze shifted to his chest. A pair of mounds hung on, quite prominent. They were a bit bigger than his companion's and seemed to jiggle with any movement she made. Add in the far thinner waist and smoother skin - the janitor knew he was no longer male.

"Oh well." she thought, getting a look from Genevieve at the moment. "What?"

The MAID looked away.

"I heard your thoughts." she explained, the sound of liquid sloshing about within echoing with each word spoken. Not a bad sound, mind you. Kind of calming to Artoria's ears right now. "Does that mean we're soulmates now?"

Artoria did a double take.

"Maybe." she thought, pulling the door open and grabbed hold of her girlfriend's hand. Heading through, the actual walk to the cafeteria was surprisingly peaceful. Even if she did feel something brush up against her back from time-to-time.

"Your hair is very pretty." Genevieve explained, Artoria's cheeks blazing red in that particular moment. Much like the sloshing, she could get used to it. But this had to end at some point, right? She was to be fired at the end of the week. Unless... Yeah. That had to be it. She had been set up. As realizations go, this should've been earth-shattering. But the MAID-in-progress found it kind of comforting.

The cafeteria came into view, mess on full display. In between the mass piles of gross food and spilled liquids, somehow had gone through the trouble of throwing a mannequin decked out in a gothic lolita kigurumi costume. They even fitted the rubber skin on what was already a large hunk of rubber and possibly plastic to begin.

"She could be our daughter." Artoria thought, Genevieve swiveled over to where she was gazing at. Giving this strange doll a slight rub, the MAID put them off to the side. "I'll take that as a yes then?"

Genevieve nodded, making her way back over to her partner. Pulling each other along, they get to cleaning up this mess. They started with the liquid first, mopping it up and making an effort to lead it all to a drain on the edge of the room. Then it was time to clean up the actual food.

"Why do people feel the need to throw all this stuff around?" Genevieve inquired, getting a shrug in return. Artoria had never really thought about in the first place.

"I'm not sure." Artoria thought, throwing one more pile in the trash. "I guess they wanted to prove themselves?"

Genevieve just shrugged. Guess that wasn't quite the answer she was looking for at the moment. Then it's back over to Artoria for now.

"That should be all of it now."

Nodding, their hands met once more. Heading back towards their home, anticipation surged within both. What could it possibly be that would get them in better sync, on top of improving their bond.

"Welcome back. Please head over to the bonding bed."

Complying with this new voice, the pair approached the bed. But not before Genevieve set their daughter off to the side. Maybe in the next couple days they could up with a name and use for her.

"Engaging relaxation processes."

Everything went dark for the pair, moans of pleasure echoing about the room as skin gave way to plastic. Mouth losing function, permissions being granted to Genevieve. Artoria's eyes opened back up, mental sigh of relief following right after. Sure, she was now a MAID just like her girlfriend. But that just made them even more compatible.

"Should I tell her?" she whispered, only to be caught by surprise with a chuckle. Turning to the doorframe, there stood the principal.

"I think I know quite a lot, actually." she explained, pushing their heads together. While they appreciated the gesture, stuffing her into the kigurumi suit seemed to be a good option at the moment. "Hey! Get me out of this thing!"

Genevieve looked towards Artoria.

"She deserved it." the taller MAID thought, pulling what was her former boss into one of the tubes. "Any ideas of a name?"

Her girlfriend let out a chuckle, taking the time to streak a hand through Artoria's hair. Much like everything here at the moment, it felt quite good.

"I was thinking something like, Lily."

Giving her a nod, Artoria let her attention turn to the show going on right in front of them. Life was definitely going to be good.

End

You have now unlocked - gynoids of all kinds, maids, MAID's, dolls, kigurumi and the ability to go Rabotos.