a compromise?

You exit the shower, having redressed and head to the living room. You find your mother and sister waiting for you, They stand when you enter the room. "Alright let's get you dressed properly" your mother says as the two of them lead you to your parents room. When you arrive you immediately notice that your mother has an outfit picked out for you. A sense of dread fills you upon realizing what they have planned for you. Because there on the bed is an extremely skimpy maids outfits each more revealing than the last.

"No." You say flatly.

"Stacy! You will wear this and you will do the chores you have been putting off for months. Being turned into a girl does not excuse you from your responsibilities." Your mother forcefully says.

"But why..." You don't get a chance to finish your question when your sister speaks up.

"Because neither of us want our clothes getting dirty. so if you'll wear this uniform. Besides it's fitting attire for the work you will be doing. You can put something else on when your done."

"Exactly! So the sooner finish, then the sooner you can change. So put it on and get to work. Oh, and one more thing while you wear that uniform you will play the part of a dutiful maid as punishment for putting off your chores for so long. I mean really, it's been eight months, almost a year. If you weren't such a slacker maybe you could make something of yourself and go to college like your sister." Your mother chastises you. "Now change!" Her tone brokers no argument. You have many flaws as a person but you love and respect your mother. If this is the punishment she chooses, you will do it. You groan inwardly annoyed that your own laziness has bit you in the ass. You undress quickly trying to minimize the time you spend naked. But pause when you can't find any panties.

"Where's the bra and panties?" Your genuinely confused As the skirt is so short that without panties your womanhood will be completely exposed.

"We don't want our clothes getting dirty, remember. That includes our panties, so deal with it." Your sister deadpans. Your curse kicks in and the and your pussy begins to moisten from your steadily growing arousal proving her point. Annoyed, you quickly put the uniform on and leave the room. Hopefully you can make this fast and be rid of this uniform. you begin cleaning the house starting with the kitchen. You waste alot of time trying to find the mop. Unknown to you your family has purposely sabotaged you in advance.

"Mom where's the mop?" You call.

"I don't know. Do it by hand if you have to but you are not getting out of this." She calls back. You sigh with frustration but don't argue. Soon you are on your knees scrubbing the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you see your dad watching you. You blush as you feel your arousal rising. 'why is he watching me' you think.

"Honey, when did we get a maid?" your father calls your face embarrassment is unmatched. You are not a maid!

"Just today! Make sure to enjoy her she'll be gone shortly." Your mom's voice fills the house. Your father walks to the kitchen table sits down and continues to watch you. You continue to scrub the floor as your arousal grows. The juices produced by you fertile snatch begin to drop from you.

"Stand up!" Your father orders. Confused you stand up and look at him. "Come here!" His commanding tone makes your shiver with excitement. You obey, moving to him. He grabs you, pulls you over his knee, and begins spanking you. "Bad maid! Your completely failing to wash the floor when you drip your lewd fluids all over it!" His voice is firm and his strikes hard. In between strikes his he uses his other hand to stroke your pussy lips. So you cum from his work. "Now, get a towel clean yourself up and finish your chores." He commands. You do as he says tears in your eyes. dispite Cumming you are left unsatisfied. You continue to clean the kitchen all while being horny beyond belief. Your father continues to watch you. several minutes pass and your father moves to you he wraps his arm around you his hand landing on your breasts as he begins playing with them. You moan in pleasure before coming to your senses.

"Please...stop" your whisper is barely audible.

"A maids duty is to take care of their masters every need." He says seductively not hearing or perhaps ignoring your words. H pushes you forward bending you over the countertop. He is to strong to resist in your new body. even if that wasn't the case your curse and arousal are to strong to even want to resist. you knew from the moment you saw the maids outfit you had been betrayed. You knew what they had planned, but for whatever reason you could not bring yourself to do anything more then a token resistance. 'why? Why can't I stop? Do I want this? Is it the curse? Have they made a deal with the witch?' you ponder. Ultimately it doesn't matter. You already know what is going to happen.