The maid outfit

It was a little odd that the future owner of the manor would be dressed like a lowly maid but the gown would restrict your mobility and the bunny outfit... well you might as well have gone with the lingerie if you were going to wear that. You wondered if it would have even concealed the bulge of your cage, as small as it was.

After you made your decision and grabbed the still skimpy outfit the materials disassembled themselves and wrapped around you, casting off the tattered remains of your jeans, t-shirt and even underwear. You feel an odd sensation as your relatively plain panties are replaced by something that, by feel alone, you can tell are lacy and intricate. You can feel your boobs swell slightly to fill the cups of what must be a matching bra. You're sure this must be an illusion, even Cerve hadn't shown powers that could make changes this quickly, but it certainly didn't feel like an illusion as your nipples rubbed against the lacy fabric. You still wouldn't call yourself well endowed or busty but you felt every little bit of growth.

The dress wraps itself around you with enough **** that you stumble backwards, with each step you find your feet falling perfectly into waiting heels. It must have been the subliminal training session but you are somehow as stable in these heels as you were in your Converse. Finally you regain your balance as a ribbon is wrapping itself around your neck and a bonnet is tying itself into your hair.

As the ribbons tighten themselves around your neck and head you feel something strange, like they're tightening around your mind itself. They're wrapped around a part of you that existed, suppressed, when you were Alex, was unleashed as you became Alexis and is now being heightened. You feel insulated from the other desires and wants that conflicted you so much only moments ago. Warm and safe the core of your thought now is the desire to serve, to exalt others above yourself. Your heart pangs to surrender your wretched will to others and just do what they tell you rather than chart your own path. How joyous it would be to just follow and trust in someone else to lead. To a trivial or glorious future you could hardly care. You've spent your whole life making choices, there's only been one that has made you truly happy and it was surrendering to Cerve's control. Some muffled corner of your mind calls out that this isn't sustainable, that you need to maintain some way out of potential bad situations, the call speaks with Alex's voice and fades to comfortable serenity as the ribbon squeezes around your neck and ties itself into a wonderful bow. You trust Cerve and your friends, it makes you almost giddy to leave your fate in their hands.

After your transformation you turn to see what outfits the others have picked.