Her sissy maid

You felt the same and for a moment you thought the gun hadn’t work until you looked down and saw your bare arms and painted nails. You took in the black satin and lace maids costume hugging tight across you still broad and flat chest. You saw your smooth stocking clad legs emerging from the frilly hem of your skirt. You wobbled on a pair of heels taking a moment to find your balance. Taking a second glance you noticed more physical changes. You were noticeably thinner than before, you hadn't exactly been a body builder before but now you were positively skinny. Blonde hair tickled your shoulders and a quick tug confirmed it was not a wig. At least you were still male you reassured yourself although your underwear suddenly felt much tighter than your usual boxers.

Completing your self-examination you looked over to your mistress. You were on the verge of demanding she turn you back but the words died on your painted lips before you could speak them. If you had thought she was beautiful before she was now sheer perfection.

Nothing had changed about her in the brief time since your transformation but it’s like you were seeing her with new eyes. She was not merely a woman but a goddess! You cringed inwardly at the idea that you had even considered questioning her. Filled with shame you sank to your knees before her, head bowed. You resisted the urge to beg her forgiveness knowing that you were unworthy to ask her anything.

You heart leapt in your chest when she hooked a single finger under your chin lifting it up until you were looking into her eyes.

“Well now aren’t you a pretty little thing.” she purred just the sound of her voice making your cock twitched in its lace prison “Tell me sissy boy, what do you want?”

“I… I… To serve you Mistress,” you said blushing at how **** you sounded “Please let me…”

“Shhh,” she silenced you pressing a finger against your lips “I didn’t ask you to beg, although it may amuse me to hear you do that later. If you wish to serve me as my sissy maid then you can start by cleaning this place up and then cooking dinner for me. If you do a very good job I may allow you to pleasure me after that.”

She turned on her heel strutting toward the door before pausing and turning back to you.

“Oh and get rid of this will you.” she ordered tossing you the gun “I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore...."