The Daddy’s Girl

How best to punish one of the leading purveyors of nonsense directly effecting the masses? Start with their kin.

As an aside, unlike with Mistress Jean and her assistant, I instilled a compulsion in this individuals frail mind to be at The Mansion front door on a specified time. I consider this the first step in my rehabilitative technique, as the poor women become confused and enraged by this inserted mental tumor; somehow knowing that they have **** but to obey my instructions but having no idea as to where it came from, or why.

Another item of note is that The Mansion itself is imbued with a small portion of my abilities; becoming somewhat a living and breathing autonomous entity. Jean and Im Ju Ah, whose transformations were instantaneous on arrival, was unfortunate as I particularly tend to enjoy the drawn-out transformations. For future trainees, The Mansion will automatically transform occupants over a prolonged period of time, based on two conditions; - the specific attitude and traits that will require re-alignment, and any immediate needs or positions The Mansion requires to operate efficiently so as to fulfill my wishes.

And with that background, I present the retelling of my experiences with, let’s just refer to her as - Ivanka.

With a thought, I summoned Miss Ivanka to my correctional school as per my predetermined schedule. It was no surprise when she arrived as directed, (as if she had a choice) with an expression of distain painting her otherwise attractive features.

Currently understaffed and with Mistress Jean and her assistant dutifully occupied tending to my instructions to prepare The Mansion, I decided to greet my new guest in person. Her attire was not yet to my liking, but I knew this would be remedied quickly.

Anyways, I always find it entertaining how each victim chooses to justify why it is they’ve come to this completely unfamiliar place.

"I'm here for my....." Ivanka looked me in the eye defiantly before quickly diverting her gaze with a scowl. "....inter…. Yes, my interview." the pretty corporate heiress spat while nodding her head in affirmation that this was indeed the reason for her visit. It was obvious she struggled to maintain an air of self confidence in these foreign surroundings.

"of course." I replied with a sweeping arm gesture towards the open portico doors, now appearing almost as a gaping maw ready to swallow the unsuspecting woman whole. "If you'll be so kind as to follow me to the foyer."

With a sniff and a subtle huff through her upturned nose, Ivanka passed through the marble threshold to seal her fate, instantly triggering her inevitable transformation.

Again, this is my favorite part of the process as I try to identify each slight etherial shift in behavior and clothing and attempt to predict the final outcome as necessitated by The Mansion.

I noticed some immediate changes as Miss Ivanka entered the expansive foyer. The sleeves of her conservative sweater receded to her elbows, with the material shifting to a higher quality fiber and a much more flattering cut. Her slacks tightened ever so slightly about her arse and thighs, and she was now carrying a white leather tote she had not had upon arrival.

"And to what position are you applying?" I asked while critically monitoring her behavior for any clues on what she would soon become.

"What positions are currently open?" Ivanka almost grunted. A look of arrogance and distrust still dominated her skeptical eyes, but I did notice a seemingly straighter stance as she ran a finger along the door jamb. "For someone of my particular skill set and talen….?" The blonde beauty continued.

“We have a variety of staff to fill.” My deep baritone quickly cut through her response earning me a severe, thin-lipped scowl.

"If you would follow me to my study, you can present your qualifications along the way." I smiled at my soon-to-be newest employee, gesturing for her to follow as I lead the way to an adjacent room.

I noticed she inspected her now dusty digit, releasing a huff of breath in disapproval before quickly mincing to my side in her pretty new heels.

I studied her carefully as she spouted constant drivel about clothing this - advisor that, choosing to focusing more on her changing appearance.

"Humph..." Miss Ivanka sulked beside me. She could keenly sense my disinterest and was obviously perturbed that I was unaware of her many accomplishments and business acumen.

What I did notice was her once nondescript clothing now glistened with a subtle sheen, with slacks having fused together as a knee length skirt. Curiously, her now-glossy sleeves extended again to wrist length, with snow-white lace materializing on cuffs and collar. Her hand bag morphed into a form-fitting bodice, with the shoulder straps thinning and attaching to the blouse as the beginnings of a decorative bow.

I smiled again at Miss Ivanka to give her the illusion I was still listening as she prattled on, prompting a nervous giggle from the previously stoic corporate CEO.

"and, um, I've like, co-ordi.. um, I mean, ….set up lots of….. Mee-tings” :giggle: My unsuspecting victim seemed to pause as she apparently lost her train of thought. "and my Daddy says I'm like, the best!" She suddenly exclaimed as her thoughts and aspirations continued to shift within her twisting mind.

As we continued our walk down the lengthy corridor to my study, Ivanka's continued conversation began to match her erratic appearance.

Her long pencil skirt receeded up her shapely thighs, revealing a lovely set of matching garter belt and stockings in its wake. The once-skirt now settled slightly below the hips to gather and form the beginnings of what might be bows, or perhaps petticoats? The lace about her wrists again seemed to disappear in indecision, with the bodice snaking within a now revealing blouse to settle around each lovely breast in a silken caress. It appeared that the bow ornament once accenting her bodice had shifted upward and began to settle at a now pronounced collar framing her neck.

"and well...." Ivanka again paused in speech and stride, her eyes glazing over. After a brief moment, a lovely smile blossomed upon her lips and she once again resumed pace. "I like, took real good care of Daddy's house back home!" she chirped excitedly as if just remembering.

"I'm sure you did, my dear." I responded condescendingly, like encouraging a puppy for peeing on the hardwood, instead of the carpet.

I had a pretty solid idea on what role The Mansion had determined for Miss Ivanka.

We had now arrived at my study and I sat myself upon my leather chair, sinking into the buttery upholstery. I gestured to the open space before my desk and Ivanka’s modified mind immediately understood the cue.

"I'm reeeee-ly good at cleaning!" The blonde beautician lilted in a now-sexy contralto while posing seductively and modeling her still-shifting outfit. "And I listen, like, really good too!" She paused to arrange the white frills now encircling her hips, reaching further to align the straps connecting garters to belt. "There's like, nothing Ivanka can't do!" she exclaimed proudly, fluffing the bow that had bloomed at her throat and straightened the lace cap atop her head.

I simply nod, enjoying the transformative process immensely. Though I always find it interesting how clothing fluctuates ever-so-slightly through each transition, almost like The Mansion is constantly collecting information to determine the final form.

"And so, like, that's why Ivanka will make, like, the best maid ever!" The former spoiled daughter enthused; unaware the spoken words served as an oath, cementing her new position as Head Maid.

"So…… Like, does Master have, like, a job for Ivanka?" :giggle: she asked sweetly, nervously spreading her skirts in a perfect curtsey. "Like, Ivanka reeeee-ly NEEDS this job Master....." My new maid pleads, mincing over to my side of the desk with a look of pure desperation.

"I think we have an open position that would serve you nicely." I reply, taking a moment to appreciate the ultra feminized vision of pink satin and white lace whimpering and panting beside my desk.

I rolled my plush leather chair back to reveal a raging erection that had been sadly neglected throughout this entire process.

The woman squealed in the audible equivalent of gallons of sugar exploding on impact with a ton of bubble-gum and immediately dropped to her stockinged knees; even her mentally deficient mind instantly recognizing the not-so-subtle hint.

"I believe you will have much to offer my growing staff." I quip with a smirk of satisfaction. I reach back to lace fingers behind my head as my newly minted maid eagerly secures her position by completing her first assigned task.