Adam woke up with a start.
Wow, that was a weird dream!, he thought.
He looked around his room. Everything looked normal. He supposed he ought to get up and do something. A shower would be nice. He threw on his robe, and went to the bathroom. He hung his robe on the door, and stepped into the shower. As the water ran over his body, he felt a weird tingling sensation all over. As he washed his hair, it felt strange, like it was way too long.
When Adam got out of the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror, and started in surprise. His hair was too long, halfway down his back! How could this have happened? It was normal length when he'd woken up. It couldn't have grown that much that quickly!
Maybe I'm still dreaming, he thought.
No, you aren't, Adam!, came a familiar voice.
Who was that? It almost sounded like his little sister, Amy. Without thinking about it, he wrapped a towel around his hair, used another towel to dry his body off, and then put his robe on, and got another shock. His robe, which had been dark green, was now pink. What the heck was going on? He opened the bathroom door and looked around, but no one was in sight. As he walked to his room, he felt a tingling in his chest. He looked down at himself. His chest seemed to be expanding, like two balloons inflating. When they stopped, he appeared to have an epic rack.
I sure hope I'm still dreaming, he thought.
You really aren't dreaming, you know.
That was definitely Amy's voice! Adam looked around, but there was still no one around. He went into his room, and got another surprise. His furniture was gone, replaced by what looked like the furniture a girl might have, all pink and feminine. He sat down at a vanity and looked in the mirror. A girl's face looked back him. She looked about like what he might have, had he been born a girl. He was pretty cute, actually.
Adam opened his room and looked at his chest. He poked at his enormous boobs. Yup, they were real. He had to wonder what it said about him that he was dreaming of being a girl.
It really isn't a dream, Adam.
Adam looked around, but there was still no one in sight. He took the towel off of his head, and began brushing his (her?) hair, eventually pulling it back into a ponytail held in place by a bow. He then began applying make-up to his face, doing it quite well, even though he'd never done it before. He put small earrings into his now pierced ears. He looked at his now-long fingernails at the end of his now long, slender fingers, but they didn't seem to need any attention at the moment.
Adam stood up and took off his robe. He looked at his curvy female body in the mirror. He was hot! He looked down. Yup, his "equipment" was gone. He was all girl! He turned around, and then looked over his shoulder at his rear end.
Wow, I got back!, he thought. He went over to a dresser, and pulled out a pair of lacy panties, and a bra that just managed to contain his prodigious rack. He next took out a pair of full-length fishnet stockings and put them on. After that, he went to a closet, which he found to be filled with what looked like French maid costumes. He took one out, and put it on. He found a little headpiece and fixed it to his hair, then put on a pair of high-heeled shoes.
He looked at himself in a full-length mirror that was on the closet door.
Wow, I look like a maid fetishist's wet dream If I still had a penis, it would be rock-hard. I'm really starting to wonder why I'm dreaming about this.
For the last time,Adam, you're NOT dreaming! Now, come here.
Adam found himself getting up and leaving his room. He walked to his little sister Amy's room. It, too, had changed. It was now about twice as large as it had been, and done up with the most expensive-looking furniture he had ever seen.
Amy was sitting up in bed, wearing a robe that looked like something that Charlotte Flair might have raided form her father's closet.
"Ah, there you are, Adam", she said, smiling. "From now on, you are my French maid, Marie. Now, go and fetch me some breakfast. I'm going to grab a quick shower."
"Oui, Maîtresse", said Adam/Marie. "Tout de suite, Maîtresse."
Adam found that he was helpless to do anything but obey. He was starting to come around to the idea that he wasn't dreaming. But if that was true, what the heck was going on?
He got to the kitchen which looked the same as usual. His mother was gossiping over coffee with her friend from next door, Mrs. Hildebrand. The two women took no notice of "Marie", as "she" prepared a sumptuous breakfast, and then place it on a silver tray which seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He brought the breakfast tray up to Amy's. His freshly-showered sister was sitting at a small table. She was watching NHK on a large-screen TV. She appeared to understand the broadcast, even though it was in Japanese.
He set the meal in front of her, and said, "Votre petit-déjeuner, maîtresse."
"Ah, thank you, Marie" she said, and set to eating, while "Marie" waited on her. When she was done, she said, "Clear this away, and then come back here right away."
"Oui, Maîtresse", said Adam, and took the tray away. When he had disposed of the dishes, he returned to Amy's room.
Amy smiled at Adam/Marie, and said, "Come along, Marie, it's Alyson's turn."
Adam/Marie followed as Amy left her room. What did she have in mind for Alyson?
"Ah, thank you", said Amy,
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