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The next day Hannah's mood had completely changed. She was bouncing around the house. You wonder if she'd forgotten the last week of **** you'd put her through until it began. You hadn't cleaned the room for the last week because you didn't see any need to, but today was the first day that Hannah decided to complain about it.

"Maria, can you come to my room?" She asked.

Intrigued, I follow her to her bedroom. She points at the mess and says, with unbreaking eye contact, "can you clean that up please?"

I do what I have now learned to do and reach for my phone, but she doesn't seem concerned. She almost appears excited.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she taunts. "I have an app of my own now." She waves her phone in my face. "My new friend in the app said that you had plenty of chance to apologise for what you put me through but didn't take it, which now means you owe me a debt. I have my own slider."

I watch as she drags something on her screen and then immediately look down as I feel an uncomfortable slipping sensation on my body. My clothes were changing! Gone is the practical exercise/house-wear that I normally work in, and in its place was something I thought disappeared in the last century - a maid's uniform. It was unflattering and symbolic of the kind of maid you imagine in this house 50 years ago. I'm furious but I know what the app can do. Unlike Hannah, I do my best to stay composed and rational.

"Hey, don't forget that I still have my app," I say, as I open it. She grimaces as you activate her plug but her resolve held true.

"But firstly, my new friend told me that I have new safeguards to protect me from what happened the other day, and secondly, I don't think you want to find out what the next notch is on my slider." She taps her screen again and I stumble forward as my sensible shoes have been replaced with 3 inch heels, and my outfit slid up my legs to form--

I walk past her to the mirror so that I can see myself better. I stare back in disbelief. Somehow she and the app has put me in a full maid uniform. In real life.

As I rush out to get downstairs to change she says, "there are more notches on here, so you'd better tidy my room now."

I ignore her and try to rush downstairs to my quarters before anyone sees me. I've had one of the best weeks in living memory and I will not have her steal my power back and tell me what to do. When I get to my bedroom I immediately strip the offensive, stereotypical uniform off and open my wardrobe to put something else on.

I grab some more of the usual sportswear I work in and I and enjoy the sensation of wearing my own clothes again. Sadly, I only had a few seconds of relief because the familiar swirling sensation began again. I look in the mirror and see myself wearing the exact clothes I was wearing before. On the floor, the clothes I had dressed in this morning were transforming back to their earlier style.

"Are you ready to clean my room now?" She holds her phone menacingly.

"Let's be civiliz--," I start before she taps the screen and the horrible feeling happens again. I first notice that I'm now leaning aggressively onto my toes as my heels heighten. My skirt has retreated all the way up my legs to just below my butt and my cleavage is on full display with no cover and in a push-up bra. The last change is the corset tightening, pulling my breath away.

At least now with the 5" heels, I was about an inch taller than her, which gave me a brief moment of relief.

Any semblance of practicality had been stripped of this outfit, upgrading my maid's outfit to an erotic parody. My large chest don't help making this any less scandalous.

"I don't think you can walk in those shoes or do any meaningful work in that corset, and honestly I don't what will happen when daddy finds you in that -- will he fire you or just stare at you?" She pauses and shakes her head, "ew. Anyway, let's see how nice you can make my room and we'll see about giving you back some dignity - not that you deserve any."

I look around the room at the mess and nod. She leaves me like this. I don't want to see how much further that slider went.

"And turn this damn thing off," she points to her ass.