Only for some very twisted definitions of "healthy"

You sit across from Maisie at what was in theory your dining table, if for whatever reason you had company at your apartment, or want to eat a meal some place other than at your computer.

In other words, you'd almost never actually used it.

You're fresh from sex, so you are just in your boxers--Jocelyn's magic had adjusted your clothing so that your flaccid dick, itself quite a bit bigger than what you used to have even erect, would be comfortable--and Maisie is still naked, after orders from you to be clean again and to hold your cum in her thoroughly used holes.

"Maisie, tell me, are you--" You stop, knowing the answer. "Maisie, how do--" You know the answer to that as well. "Maisie," you try for a third time, "setting aside your compelled loyalty to me, is there any sense in which you're okay with this?"

She thinks for a while. "I want to say that there's none, but I can't lie to you, Master," she begins. "So let me explain. I'm not okay with this fucking curse. I'll never be okay with that. Sonia was pure evil and Jocelyn was a selfish bitch, just like she admitted. So I'm not okay with it. And I'm not going to be okay with what you're going to do with it. This is ****. This is, as Jocelyn said, slavery."

It's her turn to take a deep breath. "But she was right--I don't have a choice between this and freedom, I have a choice between this and even worse. I can feel that, Master. It's... pulling at me, is the best way I can describe it. It's trying to get me to encourage you to give me orders, to make me do stuff I don't want to do. And I'm pretty sure that if you don't, it will make me find someone worse. So I'm not okay with it, and I'm not okay with what you're going to do with it. But... but I'm okay if it's you who's doing it. I'm okay with you being the one who controls me, who owns me, Master. Not because I want to be owned and controlled, not because I want to be **** every day for the rest of my life, but because at least I know you'll feel some remorse and some guilt about it.

"So... I still can't forgive you for what you did before we knew this. But I forgive you for what you'll do after this, Master, now that we know how little choice either of us has in the matter, because I don't think you want to see me with someone worse."

"I don't, Maisie. And I'm willing to respect whatever bounda--"

"No!" Maisie interrupts fiercely. "No! No boundaries." She takes another deep breath. "Not because I don't want boundaries, Master. Fuck, I want all the boundaries in the world. I want you to promise me right here, right now, that you'll never do anything I don't consent to. I want you to order me that I don't have to do anything I don't want to. But I can't, Master. I can't. Because if you give that order, make that promise, the curse will snap, and I'll be some other guy's fucktoy an hour from now, and he won't care about me at all."

"Do you at least want me to lift the loyalty command, and put your alter ego to rest for good?"

Maisie's face flickers through pained expressions. "Yes. God, yes. But this is a punishment, Master. This curse is a punishment for my whole damn bloodline. Those commands, those were the sorts of punishments, the sorts of compulsions, it wants to inflict on me. If you lift those it will know that you're not the right person to control me." She chuckles ruefully. "If you hadn't done them before, and you did them now, I'd forgive you for them. But you did them in anger, before we knew how necessary they are."

"One thing that occurs to me, why didn't you just tell Chris about the curse? He's gay, he would've just left you alone, wouldn't he?"

Maisie laughs bitterly. "My cousin Morgan, she tried that. Told her gay buddy Owen about the thing. First thing he did? 'Morgan, you have your natural masculine body and you can never undergo gender-affirming therapy.' Tada, Morgan's trans now but later orders have compelled her to act masculine even more. And Owen's an asshole and won't even change her gender identity so she's got terrible dysphoria."

"I wonder if that's because, if Morgan were both masculine in body and male in gender identity, the curse would break on her. And I wouldn't be surprised if even Jocelyn doesn't know what that would do."

"Fuck, you're right, I didn't even think about that, Master. Still, see why I didn't want to tell Chris? Odds are he'd do something similar to me, and I've seen what it's doing to Morgan."

"Well, you know how you said I'm going to be doing things you hate?"

Maisie tries very hard not to shake her head.

"Maisie, follow me."

You lead her to your bedroom again where you have a full-length mirror, something you got a few years back when you started ordering all your clothes online and needed to check for fit. She stands in front of it.

"Maisie, you have your natural masculine body... and it's fully aroused."

Instantly her body quivers. She grows a little taller. Her breasts shrink to nothing, and her labia vanishes. She gains just a little muscle while her butt reshapes itself, and finally she grows a cock.

You both raise your eyebrows as the shaft grows, and grows, until she's sporting quite an impressive package. Not as big as what Jocelyn gave you, but still well above average.

"Maisie, you have your natural feminine body again," you say almost as soon as she's done changing. You don't feel any need to measure just how much more well-endowed she is than you were.

She slumps in relief as she once again inhabits a body in which she's far more comfortable.

"Is that what Morgan feels like?" Maisie asks rhetorically. "God, even just a minute of that... fuck, if that's what dysphoria is like..." She laughs and cries at the same time. "Change me into that every day for thirty seconds and I'm pretty sure the curse won't care what else you do, or don't, Master."

"What about when I made you taller?" You remember that she wasn't much a fan of having pink hair.

"Well, that was my other personality. She loves that sort of thing--of course she does, she loves everything you do with the curse. She'd be happy to fuck your butt with her huge dick if you changed her into a guy, Master."

"Thanks, but if I'm going to try pegging, I'll get a strap-on for you to wear," you say. "Okay, Maisie... make your boobs bigger, they grow until I say 'stop', oh, but no other physiological issues."

Instantly Maisie's breasts start to grow, the pace neither slow nor fast. You don't really know how cup sizes work--why's there a letter and a number, anyway? Isn't it just "higher equals bigger"?--so you just think of them in terms of sports balls and fruit.

You finally say "Stop" when Maisie's sporting a rack that's bigger than any Halloween pumpkin you can remember having.

"Maisie, what do you think of those?"

"They're, well, huge is an understatement, Master. They look ridiculous on my frame, frankly. And... yeah. I don't like them. It's not that I'd mind a larger bust, just, something normal. Something that would fit a bra I could get in a regular clothing store, if you ever let me wear clothes again, anyway. It's hardly unbearable the way being a guy was, but the only way I'd actually like being left like this is if this is what you want me to look like."

Right. The loyalty command.

"Maisie, revert to your normal bust size."

She sighs in relief as her tits shrink back down to their original modest curve.

"I was reading something online, actually, some Discord server with a lot of trans folks, someone posted it there. Apparently there's trans people out there who don't experience dysphoria at all."

"I thought dysphoria was necessarily part of being trans," Maisie says.

"So did I. But according to one guy I found, he says, he's definitely a trans woman but is still quite happy in a male body, doesn't get any dysphoria at all. If he could just change? He would, no question. And, yeah, 'he', he prefers that even though his gender identity is female." You shrug. "Gender's some weird shit. Anyway, someone there commented that it's actually gender euphoria which is a better diagnostic criterion, the feeling that your body is right for you, rather than the feeling that it's wrong."

"Well, Master, I guess I'm experiencing gender euphoria being in this body," Maisie says.

You nod. "I hope this doesn't break the curse... but Maisie, you don't experience dysphoria no matter what body I put you in, but you won't experience euphoria by default either, unless you would absent my commands."

Maisie closes her eyes and has just the tiniest rictus of pain on her face for a few moments. "It's, well, it's not entirely happy about that, Master, but I'm still compelled to obey your orders."

You nod again. "Now it's time for something I know you won't like."

Maisie just nods in anticipation.

You know Maisie's hardly a prude, but she definitely has some opinions that lead her to look down on certain parts of society. So you're pretty sure you know how to make the curse happy that she's being punished and suffering, while at the same time, you hope, using it to bring in a comfortable income.

"Maisie, nobody will care about what you do for a living; nobody will care that you live with me full-time now; nobody will care what body you're in and everyone will recognise you as you no matter how I change you; nobody will care about your state of dress or lack thereof in any reasonable context."

"All right, Master." She obviously leaves unspoken the question of where you're going with this.

"Maisie, you're the most brilliant person ever to have worked in the sex industry, be that adult modelling, pornography, prostitution, or anything of that sort. Maisie, you know how to run such a business flawlessly and avoid any legal or regulatory hassles related to it. Maisie, you are the best erotic model, the best porn star, the best prostitute imaginable."

You don't really want to turn her into a whore, but you know it'll bring in money, and you also know that it's important to keep the curse satiated on Maisie's loathing of what she's doing.

"Master, I hate it. I'd hate you too if I didn't know how necessary this was, because I'm not feeling **** to like it, which means I don't think you especially like this either." She sighs. "But you know what I hate most about it?"

You're pretty sure you know, so you just stay silent and let her finish.

"Sonia's curse fucking loves this degrading shit, Master."