Maid Masters

Yet another standalone story that was originally supposed to be a caption, but got too long. It's just slightly longer than that previous caption was, and I felt like that was pushing it. Ah well.

(See also: "Settling a Dispute".)

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A certain djinn—a beautiful, immortal woman living in her own domain with practically the power of a god—slowly stood up, stretched, and sighed. Her former prison, the inside of a magic lamp of course, was now as a vast mansion, containing every pleasure she possibly could want, and few restrictions of any kind to the use of her power within. But she knew it was time, once again, to leave this place and make another installment of that wish. She wondered, briefly, whether her former master had been aware the wish would hold practically for all of time—but then, surely he had, given the way it had been phrased. Well, at least she could have a little fun with it now and then.

Once out in the real world again, she teleported herself to a random college and made her way to the dorms. Young men and women learning to live with a person besides their family, it seemed, was an endless source of petty conflicts to be resolved. Sure, her previous one had been rather...silly, but perhaps this time she would find a more interesting problem to correct. Walking invisibly down the hall of the freshman men's dorm, it did not take her very long to overhear some real yelling, and she quickly made herself intangible, floating partway through the wall to listen in.

"I am so sick and tired of picking up after you!" Randolph yelled. "I am not your maid, and I cannot tolerate your junk being all over the floor all the time!"

"W-well, I can't help it if you're so obsessive-compulsive you feel like you gotta pick up my stuff!" Kyle said back, not quite as loudly. He didn't really understand why this was happening. Randolph had seemed so calm and collected when they first met, and Kyle thought he was really cool, too..but no matter what he tried to befriend or make up with the guy, it only ever seemed to backfire. All he'd done just now was walk in and start putting down his things, and his roommate had suddenly started exploding at him!

"It's in my way! And another thing, you keep me up at night, and, and constantly distract me from my homework, with your loud music!"

"But, I put on headphones! Just like you asked!"

"Yeah, and I can still hear it clearly over on the other side of the room! I'm surprised you can even hear me right now!"

"I can't help it if you've got the hearing of a cat!" Kyle said.

They stood there for a moment, both catching their breath from the yelling. Randolph was still glaring up at him, and Kyle was glaring back, now. He knew he wasn't the absolute cleanest person, or the neatest or quietest or..okay, he knew he was sort of over-energetic and obnoxious even. But he'd tried, really, to keep his messes to his side of the room, and of the bathroom sink..everything! And he turned down the volume or even made efforts to physically restrain his movements every time something he was doing seemed to be bugging his roommate, too. As far as he was concerned, Randolph would just never be satisfied!

"I wish you did," Randolph said finally, "have the hearing of a cat. Then you'd know how loud and obnoxious everything you do really is!"

"Y-yeah, well I wish you really were my maid so you wouldn't complain about every little mess!" Kyle shot back. It was a weak, almost nonsensical retort, but the best he could come up with on such short notice.

The djinn watching from the walls took notice. Usually she liked to present herself to people, explain the purpose of her visit, get them to explain the problem and prepare them for her solution to it; after all, the gods didn't like it much when a free djinn like herself went around throwing their weight on (seemingly) arbitrary actions toward "innocent" people. But her long, pointed ears perked up at the mention of one wish, and then yet another; her kind had quite a lot of latitude when it came to granting those...no matter whether they were intentionally asked of her or simply said within earshot. Besides, she was pretty sure she had the conflict between these two plenty well understood without a direct inquiry. So...

Both young men in the room jumped at a sudden, sharp sound from the center of the room, like someone snapping their fingers. "What was that!?" Kyle said, looking frantically around.

"Uh, someone broke their bed upstairs?" Randolph guessed, looking upward. Therefore, it was his roommate who, looking at him, noticed the next strange thing.

"Hey, um..." he started, pointing slowly across the room. "You're...glowing..?" It was a sparkly, bright blue glow beginning to take shape all around Randolph's body, and when he looked to see his roommate's finger pointing his eyes widened, noticing an identical glow there.

"Wha—you too. What did—what is this?" he demanded, looking down to see his own glow while Kyle did much the same.

Their bodies simultaneously began to tingle, and then they both felt a squeezing, pushing sensation running over them. Kyle shuddered, holding his arms close to himself, while Randolph just quietly stared down at his arms, seeing the hair across them pulling itself inward, as if growing itself out in reverse. "Wh-wh-what's this, feeling..?" Kyle muttered, looking around and noticing the room starting to move upward, like he was in a tiny window-walled elevator and it had just begun going down. Yet his feet were still on the very same, unmoving floor.

"I'm.." Randolph started, having noticed the floor moving closer before turning his head upward toward his roommate. "You..we're shrinking!" he said finally, "Why are we shrinking?!"

"I dunno, maybe, something to do with the snap and the glow, and—aaah..!" Kyle shuddered once again at a sharp tingling all over his scalp; now that his body hair was gone his head-hair set to work rapidly growing out, its color suddenly fading away to a brilliant, snowy white. At the same time, his roommate felt the very same sensation, his hair whitening at the same rate yet growing a bit more slowly.

"Whaa—hair?" he said incredulously, raising a hand to pull some of it up to his eyes just in time to see the last of the color leave it. "..White?!"

Kyle was watching this, and noticed as the hair framed the other boy's face that it had changed: Not only had the hair vanished, leaving the skin looking soft and smooth, but its shape was changing along with the shrinking, becoming smaller, rounder... "H-hey, your face is.."

"What?" His hands both went up to run over his face—he found the skin soft and smooth...pleasant to touch, even. "What's happening to my face?" he demanded, looking up—and seeing a cute, girlish face framed in long white locks looking back. "H-huh..?" Kyle's eyes had turned from brown to bright blue, the very same shade as the strange, magical aura enveloping both of their bodies and seemingly responsible for the bizarre changes hitting them one after another.

"C-cute..!" Kyle said, watching Randolph's eye color shift from green to blue and perceiving an adorable, innocent expression (although the actual emotion behind it was much closer to confusion and shock) in the round, feminine visage before him.

"Cute!? W-what are you..aah..!" Randolph suddenly felt a sharp tingling, slipping sensation between his legs; his voice audibly rose in pitch during the resulting cry of surprise. "S-sa~aying..?" His voice cracked and rose a little higher in pitch mid-word.

At nearly the same time, Kyle had let out a surprised "Mnnh!" at an identical feeling. Now he looked down, away from his roommate's face, and noticed that both of their attires were undergoing an equally drastic transformation. Pants and shirt had merged together, colors fading to black as they turned all to soft cloth and spread out at the bottom into wide skirts, the whole assembly pulling suddenly close against their bodies and exposing a significant change to their shapes. Both boys had slim frames with narrow shoulders and increasingly slender arms and delicate hands. No sooner had the combined cloth on Kyle turned into some sort of dress than it began to sprout new decorations: Frills all down the shoulders, a white collar detaching itself to remain around his neck as the rest slid down to reveal a smooth neckline, a white apron popping out and tying itself around his waist, squeezing itself tight and drawing a high-pitched gasp from his throat.

Randolph's clothes fared no better—though the collar remained attached, gaining a bright blue ribbon tied around it with a big bow in the front instead, and his apron reached all the way up his torso instead of stopping short at the waist. "W-w-wha..my clo~othes..?" he was muttering, voice still cracking and changing, as all this happened, and he responded to the apron pulling tight with an only slightly deeper gasp than the other boy. The pulling cloth seemed to join the vague pushing sensation already running across their bodies in making their stomachs shrink inward, fully flattening them and lending then an inward curve on the sides, and at the same time there was a distinct push from their bottoms, out to either side and backwards, as if to directly compliment this.

"Aah..m-my ears feel funny," Kyle reported in a high soprano voice, reaching his hands up to feel them as they stretched out and up, tingling sharply as soft fuzz the same color as his now thigh-length hair spread across them.

"Mine too..?" Randolph said in a lower, alto tone, watching two fuzzy triangles push their way past his roommate's ears. His own hair now trailed just barely to his shoulders, but this was still plenty to lend him an extremely feminine look along with the dress he had on. "Wha..cat ears?!" he realized aloud.

"Kitty ears!" Kyle repeated back excitedly. They had stopped losing height now, leaving him a full foot and a half below his former self with Randolph just an inch or two shorter than that. "And—these outfits, look like a maid's!"

"Wh—seriously!?" Randolph looked down, tugging at the strange dress—but it seemed to be true. There was barely enough time to register this before that sensation between his legs reasserted itself.

"Aah...aa~aah..n-no, no way..!" He struggled vainly back and forth, trying to will his manhood to stop shrinking away.

"O-ooh..mnh, aah..!" Kyle's eyes closed, his ears lowering until they were horizontal, level with the top of his head, and his lips curling up in a smile as he simply gave in to the increasingly pleasant feeling. Then he let out a squeaky "Mroo~ow~!" as he felt a long, slim tail pushing itself steadily out from his lower back, through a previously unnoticed hole in the back of the dress.

"No n-naah, mrrraaahh~!" The feeling between Randolph's legs intensified as he sprouted his own tail, as did a sudden, irrational urge to make cat noises. He tried to resist both but failed utterly, ultimately resisting neither.

"Aah..! Aah—AAH, mrroow~..." Kyle mewed contentedly as he felt it melting away into womanhood, followed immediately by a new sensation of pleasure from down there. As her tail flicked back and forth rapidly, she felt a headband fixing itself to her hair just in front of the new gigantic fluffy ears, and knowledge flooding her head of how to be a maid—all kinds of cooking, cleaning, and other maidly tasks.

"Mrrnh..aah..." Randolph found himself at his body's mercy now, as he experienced his own change of sex. Then she let out a soft, helpless "Aaa~aahnn..!" at her own first taste of pleasure on this side of the fence. A headband tied itself atop her head, complete with a bright blue bow like that adorning her collar, as new knowledge also filled her mind.

At the same time as this, both new girls could feel their chests tingling, subtly at first and then steadily more and more intensely. A pair of panties pulled tight between each pair of legs, and their tops loosened, bras appearing beneath them, in preparation for the final piece of their bodily transformations. Kyle was the first to really begin growing, letting out a loud, feline "Rrraaeerrw~!" as her nipples pushed forward, raising up small bumps behind them; those bumps budded and quickly began to blossom out into a nice, big bosom. Randolph came not long after, and she responded to the feeling of newly sensitive skin rubbing against cloth and the resulting pleasantness between her legs with a deep, womanly purr. Her chest filled the small bra she'd started out with quickly, and then stretched and pushed it out to the next cup size as her little breasts continued to bloom and she continued to purr in response—then the next again, until she sported a pair of globes even slightly bigger than the other catgirl in the room had just attained.

"Mrrh..w-wha..?" Randolph's eyes fluttered open, and she saw that her roommate's were still closed, her cheeks alight with a bright blush matching the heat in her own. "What..h-happened...?"

The taller girl's eyes slowly opened too, and she grinned brightly. "Waah~, you're so cute, master!" she said.

"M-master? My name is Rana," she said matter-of-factly. "I-I mean..wait.."

"Heehee, your name changed too? Mine's Kyali!" she said cheerfully.

"N-no, but I'm..?"

"You seem super flustered, master. Why don't you get us some tea?" she asked cheerfully. The instant she recognized a command from the other catgirl, Rana felt a deep compulsion to fulfill it, and even to curtsy first.

"Yes, master," she said, and turned to move into the kitchen.

Wait—kitchen!? Since when did they have a kitchen...in their..dorm room? Rana was too focused on the task of pouring some tea for herself and her roommate at first to even take in the surroundings, but it became increasingly clear the two of them were in some sort of actual house somewhere, and..seemingly completely gone from their dorm. The more she thought of it, the more natural it seemed that Kyali was her master...but also that the reverse was true, too? That made..no..sense...

Kyali waited eagerly for the other girl to come back with tea, looking around the lavish living room they'd been transported to during the transformation. She didn't really understand what was happening, only...whatever had happened felt really good! Amazing, even! And her roommate—her master, too now—was sooo cute, she thought; it was awful to see that adorable face clouded with negative emotion. The command had left her lips before she'd really thought about its potential effects on...her fellow maid/master; indeed, before she'd even registered that unusual title for Rana.

The shorter catgirl returned with a tray, and set it on the coffee table next to Kyali before picking up her own cup and taking a small sip. "I...what happened to us?" she said. "It's like our wishes for each other..?"

"Oh, yeah! I hadn't thought of that. Hehehe, that's pretty funny.." the other girl giggled.

"I-I don't think it's very funny. Just really..weird.." Rana trailed off; now that she was looking in the other girl's eyes, she realized just how..cute she was. She'd never felt anything quite like what she did looking up at her new master's face, watching her long bangs flutter about slightly in response to the constant movement of her ears. The heat in her cheeks, not entirely gone, resurged ever so slightly in response to the sight.

"Waah~!" Suddenly Kyali ambushed her fellow maid with a hug, awkwardly squashing their big, soft breasts between each other. "That face you made is just too adorablllle~!" she cried out. In a masterwork of poise, Rana held the tea perfectly balanced and upright off to one side while returning the hug gently with her other arm. "Sheesh, master, you're so excitable," she muttered, despite enjoying the gesture immensely.

"I can't help it around you, master!" Rana replied, and punctuated this with a high, inquisitive mewing sound. Only slightly to her own surprise, Kyali responded to this with a brief, deep-throated purr, leaning slightly forward and beginning a brief, mutual nuzzling before pulling herself back out of the hug.

"S-seriously though," the shorter catgirl said, setting the tea down, "what..happened?" She looked around the living room, noticing for one thing that this place didn't seem to have any windows (neither had the kitchen), and for another that what she perceived to be the front door looked just like the interior of their dorm room's door—and it had a note taped to it now. "Huh..?" She walked up, feeling her hips sway, the maid uniform swish around across her legs, her tail swipe back and forth helping her balance—and her breasts, of course, gently bouncing in response to her movement—and rapidly growing not only used to it, but to enjoy it all—before stopping close enough to read it. Kyali followed along just behind/next to her, and leaned in slightly to get her own look at the note.

Wishes granted!

But seriously, I could tell all you two really needed was some "space", so I made some improvements to your dorm room as well as yourselves. This 'place' has all your old stuff in it, and it will occupy whatever you think of as your "home" from now on unless you want it not to. The sounds within cannot be heard by your neighbors. Oh, and you can order each other to change back and forth whenever you want, but the fur stays. Don't worry, nobody who'd be astonished by it can see it anyway.

Enjoy!

"The fur..stays..?" Kyali was muttering to herself while her roommate, already through reading, processed it all.

"Who..did all this?" she wondered aloud. "Hmm." Turning to her roommate/master, she said, "Hey. Turn back into Kyle."

"Huh? Wa~ah!" The catgirl cried out in surprise as her body began rapidly growing and changing, her recent transformation playing out in swift reverse—only her shortening hair remained that pure, snowy white, and her ears and tail stayed just as they were. "Aah, w-whooaaa!" he said, his blush not getting any better as his manhood returned. Then he blinked a couple of times—Rana noticed his eyes had retained their new color too—and looked around the room. "I, I'm...me again?" he said. "But I'm still..no, you're still my master, so...this is, confusing..." One of his ears bent to horizontal, his head tilting.

"Okay, now be a catgirl again," Rana said before he could further respond, prompting the rapid shrinking of her roommate back to the new form.

"Aa~aaa~aaahh..!" His voice audibly ran the full range from its original self to the high, squeaky soprano, and then her breasts bounded back out into view while she let out a surprised "Mrow!"

"U-uhm...sooo, we can turn each other back and forth?"

"Seems like it," Rana said, gently moving closer to the other girl and reaching her hands up to her ears. "I think I like you better like this, though," she said with a very slight, subtle grin. She began rubbing them, which caused the other girl to lean in, pulling into another hug—this time their breasts matched right up against each other—and loudly purr. The shorter maid purred back, nuzzling her and slipping her tail forward, curling it around her master's. Soon there were small, delicate fingers tracing across her own ears, and she lost herself to her body once again—only much more willingly this time—purring and nuzzling and holding her excitable master.

It was Kyali who finally found the presence of mind to pull her face away and de-escalate the gesture into a normal hug again. "Mnh, mrrow~..you're way cuter like that, too, master! I bet it's just so we can keep going to classes, or whatever..."

"Mow? Oh, y-yeah," Rana said, her brain catching up to what the other girl was saying. She slowly, reluctantly pulled herself out of the hug. "H-hey, the tea's getting cold. Do you want to have some?"

"Huh? Oh, sure! Let's!" She bounced over to the couch, Rana following her to obey the implied order, and they sat right next to each other to have some tea, tails still twisted together the entire time. As they leaned close, free arms already wound around each other's waists, and occasionally brushed their cheeks together, it became increasingly clear that maybe they didn't need all that much "space" after all...

Well, either way, the djinn decided that they had definitely made up by this point. With a satisfied nod to herself—and the feeling of the wish's time limit being refreshed now that another installment had been fulfilled—she returned to her own lamp, to enjoy the time until her next obligation. It was refreshing to grant a couple of wishes for once, she mused to herself; maybe it would be fun to go see whether anyone else was carelessly voicing wishes these days. But—perhaps a shower and some relaxation back in her lamp, first.