Three Bored Girls: House Maid

Ash sat on the living room sofa, paying no attention at all to the show she’d put on. She was mortified by what she’d done to her roommate and had no idea what to do about it. She felt paralyzed.

In retrospect, even using the app had been crazy. But damnit, how was she supposed to know that it could work?

Her thoughts were not so much diverted by the changes taking place so much as burnt out altogether, shut down by the rapid changes to her mind. Already a neat freak, she’d now find herself compelled to clean everything in the apartment whether it needed it or not. She gained incredible cooking expertise, something she’d been heretofore worthless at doing, and became an expert seamstress as well. Mostly, though, her demeanor changed. Instead of living in their apartment, Ash would feel she worked there; that her roommates were now her mistresses to whom she must serve their every whim and to do so as showily as possible.

As Ash’s world came back into focus, she didn’t know these things. But she definitely felt the change in her attire. Her pleated skirt merged with her top, which swooped down into a low cut that showed off her D cup breasts. The whole ensemble turned into a single garment; black, silky and not quite long enough to cover more than half her thighs. She let out a small cry as her waist clinched, a built-in corset tightening around it and hefting up her bosom. Her bare feet were suddenly encased by high heels, with white, ribboned stockings climbing to her thighs. Both the stockings and the garters holding them in place were visible beneath the skirt’s too short length. To finish things off, long, delicate white gloves encased her arms and hands.

Ash let out a scream as she looked down on herself, and moments later, her roommate’s doors swung open.

“Holy shit,” Erica proclaimed on seeing her.

Bianca looked to her.

“You choose THAT for her?” she asked, pointing in Ash’s direction. “I knew you were the one who made me all gay for you two.”

“What are you talking about?” Erica said. “At least I know who made me act like a camwhore earlier.”

“Guys, this is all my fault, I…” Ash started to say, but both girls turned to her in unison.

“Shut up!”

Ash wanted to argue; to explain. But instead she just dropped her head and muttered, “Yes, mistress.”

The both paused.

“I’m sorry… what did you just call us?” Erica asked, squinting at her.

“Goddamn, that is hot,” Bianca mused.

“I can’t help it. It just slipped out,” Ash said sheepishly.

“No, wait. What was she starting to say?” Erica asked.

“Nothing…” Ash trailed off.

“Nah. She’s right. Out with it.” Bianca demanded.

“I made you horny for me and Erica,” she admitted, blushing. “I’m really sorry. I’d never have picked it if I knew it would actually do something.”

“So, you were the first one who got it? Interesting,” Erica mused. “Then you used it on her, and she used it on me. Why me?”

“Because I assumed you’d changed me first.”

The look Erica gave her was incredulous.

“I’m sorry, you thought I did that? Have you seen the way she looks at you?”

Ash blushed.

“Guys, I’m really sorry! I didn’t know.”

“How could you? This whole thing sounds ridiculous,” Erica said. “At any rate, who cares? We all took our shots at each other. Not much use in casting aspersions when we’re all just as guilty.”

“No, I guess not,” Ash agreed. “I still feel awful though.”

Bianca crossed her arms.

“Point taken, I guess. But what are we going to do about it? This thing has us on some kind of boomerang timer.”

“I’ll let it run out. That’ll make it go away, right?” Ash said. “I have no idea how I got this thing but I’ll take the bullet if it means making it go away.”

Erica rolled her eyes.

“That’s very noble of you, but it doesn’t work that way. Did any of you read the rules?”

They both looked at her, and she sighed.

“It goes to one of us again if the timer runs out. Then the same deal. The changes also last longer if we let the timer run out and the effect worsens the more times it happens.”

“Wait, runs out?” Bianca asked. “You mean these are all temporary?”

“72 hours. At least that’s the default. I can’t believe you’d use an app without going over the agreement. Do you not care anything about your user rights?”

“That honestly makes me feel a little bit better,” Ash said, which was a colossal understatement. She was hugely relieved she hadn’t permanently altered her friend’s love life. “But won’t this stuff pile up? It sounds like it’ll get crazy.”

“Depends. The more you use it, the longer your windows get. So, if you rack up a bunch of changes in a day, you can go a long time before selecting another one.”

“This is fucking fascinating but you’re not answering my question. What are we gonna do about it?” Bianca repeated. “We can’t keep changing each other forever. Has anyone tried deleting the app?”

“I have,” Ash said. “It just comes right back. Wherever this thing came from, it really wants us to have it.”

Bianca eyed her suspiciously.

“What? Go try it yourself if you don’t believe me,” Ash said, her temper rising. “I wouldn’t lie about something that’d be so easy to disprove.”

Erica cut in.

“May I propose a solution?” she asked, before proceeding to do it anyway. “Let’s just… use it. For fun.”

Bianca turned to her.

“What?”

“I mean...how have any of us been hurt. I just had one of my best streaming days ever in terms of viewership, and I’ve got a show tonight.” Erica said. “It was fun, too. You think we’re hot now. Big deal. I’d argue it’s not been so bad.”

Ash tugged on her skirt. It barely covered her bottom.

“This is kinda bad.”

Bianca ogled her as she said it. Ash felt embarrassed and very aroused all at once. No woman had ever looked at her that way, and it sent her heart fluttering.

“Yeah. Really bad…” Bianca said.

Erica ignored them.

“This all goes back to normal. And if we pick up something else? So what? It’s not like any of has so much going on that this is going to end the world.” She said. “If anything it’s something fun to help break up the monotony.”

Bianca looked skeptical.

“Aren’t you the one that’s all fine with all this?”

Erica shrugged.

“I get bored too. Mostly, I just want you two distracted so you’re not getting drunk and caterwauling about it all the time.”

Bianca rubbed her temples.

“God, you can be such a bitch.”

“Guys… none of this is really a big deal for me,” Ash said. “I don’t have to be anywhere and lord knows I’m not getting any interviews. But you two have to be on camera and stuff. Isn’t this kind of a huge problem for you?”

“Not necessarily,” Erica said. “The app has ways of dealing with that problem. You have to buy them with the points included in the system, but you can make it seem like the change is normal or make people accept them.”

She shook her head.

“Seriously, you two. Read things.”

“I guess we have to do something with it. Can’t just sit around waiting for it to get us first,” Ash admitted. “Still though… there has to be some way to get rid of it.”

“Probably. I’ll have to think on it,” Erica said. “In the meantime, I believe you’re up, no? I’d appreciate it if you’d use it on me.”

“You’re volunteering?”

Erica sighed, speaking to her as if she were a ch1ld. Erica had a habit of doing that, and it made Ash want to claw her eyes out.

“Yes. I am asking you to change me,” she said. “Being showy on my stream earlier was fun. I’d like to see how effective it is when I have a bit more to show off.”

Bianca shook her head.

“I do not even begin to understand you.”

“If I’m to conduct an experiment, I might as well do it completely,” Erica said. “Think it over. I’ve got a stream to host.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving the other two girls to themselves.

Ash bit her lip and **** herself to look at Bianca.

“On a 1 to 10 scale, how pissed at me are you?”

Bianca studied her, and seemed to soften a bit.

“I dunno. Like a 4? It was really stupid but you couldn’t have known.”

Ash’s head was a mess of embarrassment, shame and desire. More than anything she was angry at herself for letting an innocent little crush spiral into this fucking disaster.

“I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh?” she said quietly.

Bianca just shrugged.

“I can go back to pretending I don’t notice,” she said. “Offer from earlier’s still on the table though.”

Ash immediately shook her head.

“Bianca, no. You’re not thinking clearly,” she said. “It’d be like taking advantage of you.”

An awkward silence descended between them.

“Can I… do anything to make it up to you?” Ash asked, finally.

Bianca gave her a tired grin.

“Kitchen’s pretty grody. Go clean it.”

Before she could stop herself, Ash bowed and said, “Yes, mistress.”

Her legs, almost of their own accord, carried her off to the kitchen, a sultry sway in her step. She started with the mop, and made sure to bend low enough to show off her ass with every push. She thrust her chest out when she sponged the island, making sure just a few suds made their way down the canyon of her cleavage. And, when she took a dustpan to the corners, she made sure she did it on her hands and knees.

All the while Ash was aware, both painfully and pleasurably, that Bianca was watching her from the other room.