Sexy latina cleaning maid but something goes wrong

As Charlie pointed the remote at David, who was in Mercy's body, he pictured in his mind a sexy Latina maid here to clean the room. He pressed the button that Peter had told him to press to initiate the transformation. A beam of magic from the remote shot towards David, who closed his eyes, preparing for the changes.

The beam covered his entire body as the magic began its work. First, his skin tone darkened to a rich, almond hue. His hair untied itself and changed from blonde to luscious black locks. His body gained some curves, with thicker thighs and a dramatically larger, bootylicious ass. His face underwent a transformation, too, as his eyebrows thickened, his lips grew plump and sensual, his cheeks puffed up, and makeup adorned his face, turning it from heavenly to undeniably sexy.

Magical clothing materialized on his body, consisting of a white polo and blue booty shorts, and cleaning gloves appeared on his hands. A bucket filled with cleaning supplies materialized next to him, completing the transformation into the sexy Latina maid.

Both Peter and Charlie exchanged satisfied glances. "Wow, Charlie, I didn't take you for a guy into Latinas, but then again, I'm pretty sure every man loves them," Peter remarked.

Charlie chuckled. "What can I say? I'm surprised it really works on your imagination. I pictured a Latina maid here to clean, and there she is. Look, David even looks like he's here to really clean the room."

The Latina maid looked momentarily confused but then reached into her bucket of cleaning supplies, grabbed a paper towel, and began wiping the floor.

"Jeez, David, you don't have to actually clean my floor like a maid. I promise we'll change you back. Plus, it's your turn with the remote," Peter said to the diligent maid. She noticed that they were talking to her and looked at Peter with a confused expression. "¿Qué? ¿No limpiar aquí, Señor? (What?, I don't clean up here, sir?)" she said, looking at both of them, awaiting an answer. A sense of dread appeared on Peter and Charlie's faces.

"Um, okay, for real, David, this isn't funny. Why are you talking like that? When did you learn Spanish?" Peter asked.

The maid replied in broken English, "You not hired me to clean room? Who, David? I'm Isabella."

Realizing she wasn't acting and actually thought she was a Latina cleaning maid here to work, Peter and Charlie looked at each other in horror. Peter whispered to Charlie, "What did you do? What button did you press? David actually thinks he's a maid."

Charlie whispered back, his gaze lingering on the maid as she sensually bent down to clean, providing him with a rather provocative view of her ass. His penis grew stiff as he continue to watch.

"I don't know," he panted, "I pressed the one you told me to press. Shit, do you think it's because I pictured him cleaning like a maid that he thinks he's one?"

Peter, growing increasingly frustrated with the situation, insisted, "Just give me the remote. I'll fix this."