Punch-clock maid tf
Clock in and leave your old self and thoughts at the door, feel your outfit turn into a slutty maid’s as you become focused on cleaning everything
Clock out and leave feeling happier and lighter, anticipating the next shift
(Aka fuck capitalism lemme maid mode with no chronic pain)
*tick tick tick tick*
The incessant sound of the clock pendulum swinging as you enter the warm foyer, sheltered from the bitter cold outside, scratches at your mind in the most pleasant way. Somehow, in the past several months, the sound that once grated on your nerves now served to soothe and invite you in. After taking your coat off and hanging it next to the other coats on the wall, you crossed the room to grab your card, a thin slip of paper with dozens of stamped dates and times on it.
*tick tick tick tick*
Such a familiar sound, already causing your heartbeat fall in line. Your movements and footsteps seemed to align with the ticking of the clock as you approached it. Holding the punch card out, you slid it into place and...
*kchnk*
instantly your body shuddered as the stamp pressed into your card, marking a perfect start of your shift, on the hour, just as you did every day. All at once your body seized up, suddenly heavy and sluggish.
*tick tick tick tick*
The sound of the clock carried such a weight that seemed to hold you in place. Your joints felt heavy, your eyelids fluttering, and with every second your clothing weighed on you more. But even as that sensation grew, your clothing began to change. Your mass produced jeans and t-shirt rippling and shifting into light, soft ruffles and long billowing fabric. The soft caress of nylon up your legs soon hugged your hips as a ruffled, layered dress cascaded down around your upper thighs. The loose, baggy polyester of your shirt pulled inward, tightening and hardening into a corset that pushed your chest up and your waist in, a white, frilled apron flowing over it. Framing your chest to display your growing cleavage, the top of the dress materialized with poofy shoulders and miniscule straps, a small ribbon bow holding the two sides together across your chest with another wrapping gently around your neck to match.
*tick tick tick tick*
And as the physical transformation concluded, the soft and sexy maid outfit settling comfortably around your body, the familiar mental effects settled in. The ticking overwhelmed your thought, casting aside anything you had previously been thinking of and relieving any stress you had carried in with you. Soon, only thoughts of cleaning and serving the head of the household filled your mind, swirling in harmonious bliss alongside the firm guiding hand of the ticking clock. Gradually, your joints seemed to move, as though guided by the rigid ticks of the clock. Robotic movements that set you on the beginning of your day, making your way into the mansion and ascending the staircase to the master's office.
*tick tick tick tick*
Even with the clock out of earshot, its pendulum guided you up into place as you stood ready for your master's appraisal. As with every morning, she greeted you kindly as you entered her office, though your voice could only parrot the same response day in and day out. "Thank you, Master. I am at your service." She crossed the room to great you, hands reaching out to caress your soft body and send shivers down your spine.
"Now, my lovely maid. Why don't we wind you up for the day?"
Her question needed no response, as she produced a key from her pocket and gently pressed it against your back. The cold metal pressed against your skin and slowly you felt it rotate. Though the metal simply glided over your skin, it felt as though it ran much, much deeper. The inner mechanics of your body, woven by the ticking of the clock, whirred with excitement as the Master's key wound you up for the day. You could feel your movements become less mechanical, far more fluid and graceful. Your mind at ease as every task before you fell into place, your body and mind perfectly aligned to take on the day in service to the Master.
"There you are. All wound up and ready to clean, aren't you, my lovely maid?"
"Yes Master, I am ready to clean and serve."
"Very good. Then after you finish cleaning the downstairs and prepare lunch, why don't you come up and clean my bedroom for me. You've done so much to earn such a privilege."
Blushing and unable to hide your smile, you nodded. "As you wish, Master."
And the Master smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead, and ushered you off to begin your day.
