A match maid in heaven (or maybe Tijuana)

“Well, Lucia, you’re going to be my maid! At least on weekends. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure something out with this so you can come to school during the week!” She held up the device. “In the meantime, get to it!” She tapped the screen, and you were instantly clad in a revealing maid outfit. “A maid needs her outfit, no?” You stumbled in your new high heels, falling back into the bed. You looked down at yourself.

I look ridiculous! This is barely even an outfit, it’s a fucking fetishists wet dream! This is crazy, she thinks I’m gonna fuckin’ clean for her? “Why should I clean for you, puta?! Transformame de nuevo a la normalidad, asshole!” you screamed angrily in your heavily accented voice. “Ooh, feisty! Well, if you won’t do as I say, maybe this will…convince you.” Joanna raised the device.