Let's rummage around a bit

What was going on? Why was she here? Where was she going? And why couldn't she control where she was going?! Joseline thought all of this as her body scuttled out the window and somehow made a beeline to the nearby park, she felt a tingling in the back of her head. What is that? Where are we going? Stop please! This isn't what I wanted! I can leave and never come back just please let me control myself again! She would think desperately, and yet somehow she would feel ideas and habits start to become more and more natural that weren't previously their. It was as if wordlessly these concepts were being massaged into her brain and made a reality against her will, and in a way that was hard to find unpleasant either. W-wait...what am I doing? Are those fire flies? Why am I bending like that?! How am I even able to do that!? Joseline would continue, her mind racing as her body bent forward and produced the silk, feeling a pressure to get it out that was hard to really describe accurately. She was about to question both what it was and how she produced that only to see her hands continue to move against her will like the rest of her body, and gasped as she saw it be created into a tiny little net in her head. W-well that certainly is rather impressive. I can't say that I have ever created anything like that before, I never was one for arts and crafts honestly. Momma would never give it the time of day and my dad only rarely indulged in making something for the sake of looking nice. Maybe that's something I should have looked into more. I didn't admittedly have much to look forward to after moving out. Maybe I would have had a better time if I made things simply for the sake of making them, could've at least given me something to hang on the wall or show someo-wait what am I doing?! Joseline snapped out of her musings as she saw the net used to catch a small group of four, maybe five fireflies at once. Her mind seized, she wasn't particularly ever a huge fan of bugs of any kind, ever since she saw that close-up of a butterfly when she was in fourth grade...she attempted to shudder in fear as she saw the captured lightning bugs be brought closer to her mouth but her body did not communicate her disgust and just her complete and total desire to avoid what appeared to be about to happen.

No! NO! NO STOP! NO NO NO NO! I CAN'T EAT BUGS! I CAN'T! I JUST CANNOT EAT A BUG! PLEASE PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T MAKE ME EAT THOSE!! She screamed in her head before the silk and bugs flooded her mouth and somehow her eyes decided to listen as they widened in shock before closing in response to her ecstasy. The crunch and protein was like some kind of meat cracker, like Jerky but also like a Ritz cracker. She couldn't get enough of the unbelievably delicious flavor alongside the bug blood that seemed to just somehow taste like a perfect wine to compliment this impossible snack she never had been able to experience. The silk she consumed tasting like some deliciously sweet confectionary that tied everything together; much like some kind of marshmallow strings that perfectly covered her treats and washed down oh so easily with the "wine" that coated her throat~ So busy she was that she went silent, the thoughts and feelings being massaged permanently into her head seemed to distort what was around it oh so wonderfully, rewriting the fresh clay that was her brain, not destroying her memories, but seemingly as befitting of the maid qualities entering her sense of self merely "sweeping" them into a smaller and more compact space. As her hands had already collected the second collection of fire flies she was somehow already looking forward to it and her inner monologue would even convert this. This can't come any faster~ Please get it into my mouth~ Not even my momma's cooking tasted this good! I need more! I'm totally going to...to...to need the energy for cleaning~ Her mind quickly and easy wove into the new mesh it was needed to be, and it was hard for her to be mad about it even if she wasn't able to really take in what was happening beyond her newest obsession. The "flail" of lightning bugs descended into her mouth, and she experienced her newest and most favorite oral sensations once more.

Once again enforcing what was slowly but surely...not "being planted" more..."smoothed in" as if it was always their, such a gentle and experienced touch that no resistance could really be mustered on top of, only further relaxing her on top of Joseline's favorite new diet. N-...no...this isn't right is it...? This isn't me...but...does that matter? Joseline went silent as her body quickly and eagerly consumed its third bunch of flying little bugs with bioluminescent abdomens. No...I don't think it does, said it myself, there were things I hated about my whole life, things I would love nothing more then to redo or try over again, sure this may not have been what I imagined doing but the only reason I was stealing stuff was to make a living and get by. B-but...if I merely just act as that woman's...M-mistress's...maid. She would feel a tingle of joy run through her when she addressed the woman she didn't even know the name of as "Mistress" Th-then I would have the one thing I was working so hard and wronging so many to achieve, b-besides if eating bugs tastes this good I would merely have to work the tiniest bit to get by and having happy eatings~ So what if I'm in a new body? I don't see a downside! As she consumed her fourth bundle the massaging was done, really only being finished by Joseline willingly cementing the last of it into her own mind. Its official! Mistress needs me! Needs a maid like me! And I will be the best maid I can be! Its the least she deserves after all! I look forward to returning to her when I've had my fill! She really did mean it to, as she continued her feeding she was ready to make a beeline back, hell even whilst she was finishing the last bit of sustenance she'd need for her first series of nourishment "appetizers" as mistress's brand new maid.