Find the waiting area in the main salon and wait there.

 “It’s fine, I’ll just go to the waiting area and hang out.” You smile, and the stylist nods.

The seat was pretty uncomfortable, but you just browsed memes on your phone as you waited. After a while, you noticed a weird button on the bottom of the armrest. At first you don’t touch it, but it became too tempting and you clicked it. The second you did, the floor dropped out from under you. Falling into darkness, you were eventually caught by what felt like a super elastic mesh. When you looked down, you saw that it was an intricate network of wires and diodes. It was in the shape of a bodysuit, and you felt tingling all around. It tickled. The mesh moved, covering your face and head as well.

Strings held you up over the void, and you gulped as they began to move. You passed many doors, but eventually entered a big white door at the end. It had a big sign with curly letters.

NÜ FRENCH MAID SERVICE

“What the hell?” you say, trying to squirm out of the mesh, but the strings keep moving you through. The first station looks like a giant car wash, with nozzles and brushes all over. It sprayed you with a freezing cold liquid, then started scrubbing with gusto. A loud industrial drier made its move, blowing hard and drying you off. All of your hair went with it, including your eyebrows, eyelashes, and head hair. The next set repeated the trend, this time coating you with a numbing agent before scrubbing it in and drying you once more. Your entire body tingled, and the agent melted the fat and muscle from your body. You looked more like a hairless stick than a man at this point. You shivered, cold from the lack of any insulation. Barely able to move, a few shocks moved through the mesh and forced you to straighten your arms and legs, stiff as a board. You look around and see a large pile of flesh. Moving towards you in the grasp of metal arms. The pile unfurls to reveal what looks like a deflated woman’s body. It’s pretty tan and really curvy. You admire it for a second before a final set of nozzles come out, spraying you with a much more viscous liquid. It feels sticky, and before you know it, the skin suit is moving towards your feet. It slides up your legs, padding them out and creating a nice female shape. The arms massage the second skin, forcing it to bind to every square inch of your feet and legs. Bright red nail polish is on the toenails already.

The arms move up, fitting the comically large hips around your small ones, the bubble butt around your shapeless one, fitting them in place before beginning work on the pussy. An arm reaches up into the suit’s gash, grabbing your dick and smashing it up inside of your body, spraying chemical after chemical to force it into the right shape. The false pussy lips were bound to the newly formed cavity. You tried to scream, but the washing routine sapped all energy from you. Moving up, it fit the impossibly small waist around your much wider one. Some shocks were felt on the mesh and your waist began to force itself inward. You screeched as the pain was immense, but you couldn’t help it. When it finally stopped, the arms massaged the false waist over your own and moved up.

The breasts on this thing were huge, DD cup bordering on even bigger. Somehow, they were still perky and any girl with ones that big was bound to have back problems. This didn’t stop the arms from fitting the breasts over your flat chest.

Arms required finesse, and the robotic contraptions did their magic, forcing your fingers into the holes and massaging it flat, leaving you with perfectly feminine arms and hands, French tips painted on the nails.

Your head was still dripping with the sticky substance when the false head was smashed onto yours. The arms did their magic, taking special care to bind your eyes, lips, and nose to each hole in the mask. The face was already made up with thick layers of foundation, pink lips, dark rosy blush, thick fake lashes, cat eye looking eyeliner, and light pink eye shadow.

A brush splattered some more viscous liquid on the skinsuit’s bald scalp and fitted a black bob wig on the top. Once in place, the arms pulled away.

The machine pulled a giant cylinder from the ceiling and placed it around you. Light radiated all over you, and as it did you felt the substance solidifying. It was permanent glue, binding you to the suit forever.

Multiple dressing arms came around and got to work, placing a pair of white lace panties over your hips, making sure that the cloth made its way up your crack. You involuntarily squealed, as this feeling was a new one.

Next, the machine didn’t put a bra on, instead moving to the maid outfit. The thing was skimpy, with no back and a really high riding bottom, covered in white frills. It hugged your massive curves and showed off your vibrant legs

A small head band was put on your hair, little lace gloves were placed on your hands, and some white fishnet stockings were pulled up your legs, finishing with really high heeled white leather pumps.

The machine pulled you up and plopped you down in a bright white room. All over the place, other maids that looked similar to you stood motionless, posing a sexy pose. You decided that you should probably get out of here, but when you try, your body won’t move.

“HEY WHY CANT I MO-“ You were cut off by a big white phallus coming down and inserting itself into your throat, futzing around before pulling out and heading back to the ceiling. You had to express how strange that was, so you tried to speak again. “Whatever you say, master.”

Wait, that’s not what you meant to say. You try again. “What can I clean for you?”

Why can’t you form your own words anymore? The machine must’ve done something to your vocal chords. The door opens and your body forces itself into a pose, grabbing a nearby feather duster, putting your hand on your hip, and cocking your leg out, showing off its beauty. The client enters. He’s an older businessman, and he looks at each model, groping each for good measure. Finally, he gets to you.

Inside, you are sweating.

“This one a new model?” He asks.

“Why yes, sir, just came in today.” The concierge assures.

Immediately, the man takes his fingers and sticks them between your legs right up into your new pussy. You are crying inside but can’t resist due to the mesh. For some reason, part of this feels good.

“Looks like she’s a bit wet. Good girl!” He nods at you. “Now clean off my hand, won’t you?”

He puts his sopping wet hand to your mouth, and you start sucking at it, taking care to get every last drop off pussy juice off his hand. You can’t control this, and you are screaming. It tastes so gross. This whole situation is so gross.

“Thank you, maid.” The man looks you up and down once more and pulls the concierge aside. For a few minutes, they talk quietly until finally he comes back ot you.

“Ok, Eloise, you’re coming with me.” He gestures at you.

“Yes, master! Anything for you!” you say, involuntarily.

You were brought to his mansion and told to clean it up. The mesh forces you to do that work and do it fast, but you start crying, not that you can make your face move enough to actually get anything out.

This was your life now, and eventually you were going to learn to love it.

The easy way, or the hard way.

Your new master loves doing it the hard way.