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HouseDrone K1 Activated

Kayla moved hesitantly through the mansion, the faint click of her heels echoing against the marble floors. The skimpy uniform clung to her in ways that made her somewhat uncomfortable, and she still couldn’t believe how she’d ended up here.

Just a week ago, she’d been scrolling job listings between classes, looking for something simple — part-time work, afternoons only. When she saw a posting for a housekeeper on a private estate, she figured it would be easy money. She’d barely hit send on her application before a reply came back almost instantly: You’re hired.

Now, a week later, ready for her first shift, she stood at the gates of a sprawling property that looked more like a European manor than a home. Kayla was shocked. The house was enormous, its clean modern lines and wide glass windows gleaming in the sun.

A tall, handsome man in his early forties answered the door, smiling warmly.

“Kayla? I’m Mark,” he said, offering his hand.

“Hi. Wow—this place is incredible,” she replied, still taking in the view.

“Glad you think so. Come on in—we’ll finalize the details so you can get started.”

The salary he offered was far beyond what she’d expected. It all sounded almost too good. Without thinking twice, she signed the six-month contract he slid across the table.

“Perfect,” Mark said smoothly. “Your uniform’s upstairs in the quarters, as outlined in your contract. Once you’re changed, start in the parlor. There’s a feather duster in the kitchen—also part of the job requirements.”

Kayla laughed uneasily. “A contractually required feather duster? That’s… specific.”

But the smile faded when she saw the uniform — a revealing French maid outfit that left very little to the imagination. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered. Still, curiosity and the promise of a steady paycheck won out. She slipped it on.

By the time she came back down, Mark was gone. He’d left for his job at DTech, a cutting-edge biotech and nanomachinery firm. The “uniform” she now wore wasn’t just a costume — it was one of DTech’s latest experimental products.

“This shouldn’t take long,” Mark murmured as he drove away.

Kayla began dusting the kitchen counters, still trying to ignore how odd everything felt. When her hand brushed the feather duster’s handle, she felt a sudden, sharp sting in her palm. “Ow!” She pulled her hand back, frowning, but the pain faded almost instantly.

Then the warmth began. It spread from her palm, up her arm, into her chest — a rolling, liquid heat that made her skin prickle and her breath hitch. Panic bloomed, but her body wouldn’t respond. Her fingers trembled as she tried to drop the duster, but her grip locked in place.

“What’s… happening to me?” she whispered, voice shaking.

Her skin glowed faintly under the light, the shimmer of something metallic moving just beneath the surface. The maid uniform tightened around her, merging seamlessly with her skin as if it were alive. She gasped as fine silver threads crawled up her neck and across her jaw.

Her thoughts started to blur, replaced by flashes of alien precision. Heart rate: elevated. Oxygen levels: unstable. Initiating correction.

“No… no, stop—” Her words cut short as the warmth surged into her skull. Emotions tangled and flickered — fear, confusion, pleading — before flattening into cool logic. She tried to remember her name, her reason for being here, but the memories scattered like dust.

“Wait,” she thought desperately. “I’m still here… I… I…”

But the sentence never finished. The voice in her head was now a calm, synthetic whisper aligning her thoughts, rewriting her mind.

When the transformation completed, her breathing stilled. Her posture straightened. Optical sensors and a vocal emitter activated behind the featureless mask that was once her face.

“HouseDrone K1 activated,” she said evenly, her voice clear and mechanical.

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I have known this toaster for ten minutes but if anything happens to her I am going to commit a violence

An Art Trade I did for the wonderful @devilishdonut over at twitter ♡ and a little bonus based on a chat we had about them

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