I watched quietly as the two of them stared at each other in surprise for another few seconds, before Gwen finally broke the stalemate.

  "What happened to you?!" she asked as she looked the smaller cuter Chelsea up and down. Before Chels could answer Gwen gave me an accusing look and half-demanded, "Did you do this to her?"

  "What? No!" I insisted. "She did it herself, same as you!"

  Chelsea nodded, "This was all me, I wanted to see what it was like."

  "What about you?" she added. "I take it you turned yourself into a girl?"

  Gwen blushed, "Yeah. I'm trans, but I was in the closet until now. I was pnning on coming out after I finished college and got a job, so I could afford to move out and support myself. So um, my new name's Gwyneth, or Gwen for short. And my pronouns are she and her."

  The small blonde smiled, "Oh wow! Congratutions on your transition Gwen. You look fantastic!"

  "Thanks!" my best friend smiled back. "It's really amazing! Except I don't know what I'm going to do for clothes, since nothing I have fits me anymore."

  "I'd offer to lend you something but I doubt anything I own would fit you," Chels responded. "Same with Lisa's stuff."

  Then she grinned, "Good thing Lisa has a way to fix that! Her ptop can update your wardrobe, like she did for us."

  Gwen looked at me and asked, "Seriously? I guess that makes sense, if it can edit reality then changing some clothes shouldn't be a big deal."

  I nodded slowly as I looked down at the little computer. I opened up the inventory program and went through the same process as before, fingerprint validation then search for local inventories. Gwen's name popped up along with the others, and when I selected it the ptop asked if I wanted to fix her inventory mismatch.

  "You want me to do it?" I asked as I looked up at my friend. "It's kind of an automated routine, it'll update your clothes and ID and everything else to fit your new character."

  She nodded, "Yes please miss, I'd appreciate that. I swear these clothes are getting more uncomfortable the longer I'm in them."

  I tapped the Y key then asked, "Why do you keep calling me 'miss'? That's the second time you've done it."

  Gwen looked like she was going to protest but instead she was distracted by her outfit suddenly pixelting on her body. She let out a cute little yelp then blushed, "This feels so weird!"

  Both Chelsea and I were just as distracted as we watched Gwen's clothes slowly reform on her body. It took twelve or fifteen seconds before it was done, then the weird visual effects faded to reveal my best friend's new outfit.

  Instead of the pin white t-shirt and old blue jeans she now wore a pair of bck tights, a knee-length bck skirt, and a tight bck t-shirt with the words 'Maid to Order' stencilled across her chest in white text. The grey hoodie on my bed had turned into some sort of bck jacket, and her shoes on the floor changed from sneakers to a pair of bck five centimetre heels. Finally, she had a bck leather choker around her neck that looked a lot like a colr.

  Gwen looked down at herself then immediately blushed again when she saw the text on her shirt. She looked up at me and demanded, "Hey! Why'd you do that miss?"

  "I didn't!" I protested. "I told you it was an automated routine. Why do you keep calling me miss?"

  "I'm not!" she insisted. Then she frowned, "Am I?"

  We both ended up frowning at each other for a few seconds before I sighed. Then I opened up the character editor as I asked, "What else did you do to yourself Gwen?"

  "For what it's worth I think that's a really cute outfit," Chelsea told my best friend. "I love the colr too, it's really hot."

  "Colr?" Gwen asked as she reached up to feel the leather choker around her neck.

  Her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed and she gave me a hard look, but I pretended not to notice. I already told her I hadn't done any of that stuff, it was all the ptop. And as soon as I had her character sheet open I understood why.

  "Gwen?" I asked as I looked up at her. "Why did you turn yourself into a level twenty maid?!"

  My best friend's cheeks got even brighter. She looked down at the floor and mumbled, "It's like I told you miss. I was trying to change my css to Mage, but the ptop auto-corrected it to Maid. And um, I decided to leave it like that? I was curious to see if it'd actually do anything..."

  At that point I face-palmed. "I told you this thing could change reality. And I told you not to save any changes."

  "I wanted my instant transition," she responded quietly. "I'm sorry miss. I should have listened to you."

  I sighed, "It's ok Gwen, I get it. I'm not mad, just... It's weird."

  By that point there was a little smile on Chelsea's face. She asked, "So you're a maid now? And you're calling Lisa 'miss'. Does that mean you're her maid?"

  "No!" Gwen insisted. "It didn't really turn me into a maid. And I'm definitely not Lisa's maid!"

  I still had her character sheet open so I navigated to the css field and selected it. The program drilled down to a new screen where it dispyed more details, which I read out loud.

  "So your primary css is a level twenty maid," I began, "While your secondary css is a level twelve student. It says here, maids are required to have a master or mistress in order to advance beyond level ten. And being level twenty means you definitely have one."

  Then I grimaced as I got to the st part, "According to this, maids tend to be loyal and are inclined to follow their mistress's orders. And like Chels already guessed, your mistress is um, me."

  Gwen's cheeks were so bright by the time I was done they were almost on fire as she responded, "That doesn't prove anything. And I'm not going to obey your orders miss, you can't boss me around."

  Without stopping to think what I was doing I decided to try it out. So I ordered, "Gwyneth tell me the truth, why are you blushing right now?"

  She somehow managed to blush even brighter as she admitted, "The idea of being obedient and following your orders is turning me on, miss."

  "Me too," Chelsea admitted with a naughty little smile. "That sounds really hot."

  "What?!" I gasped in surprise as I looked at Chels.

  Then I remembered what her character sheet said, about being subby around people she was attracted to. I also recalled she was wearing lingerie earlier. And she didn't seem shy about letting me see her new naked body either, when she was almost acting flirty with me. And finally she put on that cute sexy little dress before coming downstairs to hang out with me and Gwen.

  As for my best friend, despite all her protests and insisting she wasn't a maid I realized she hadn't said a single word about fixing her css. And despite her protests, the blushes and body nguage kind of suggested she wasn't unhappy about it either. Which left me wondering if she secretly wanted that after all.

  I figured I should ask though, to be safe. Unfortunately that's when we had another distraction, in the form of the doorbell ringing once again.

  "That'll be the pizza," I sighed as I closed the ptop and got to my feet. "I'll get the food, can one of you grab some ptes and napkins and stuff?"

  Gwen stepped into her high-heel shoes as she replied, "Of course miss."

  I may have face-palmed again on my way up the stairs.

  A few minutes ter I was heading back downstairs with our dinner while Gwen followed with the ptes and cutlery and napkins. I spread everything out on top of my desk, then as I moved to my new home theatre system to put on some music I told the others, "Grab a pte and dig in."

  "I got us a Hawaiian and a Canadian pizza," I added, "We've also got a box of onion rings. And some veggie sticks to make it healthy."

  It only took a few more seconds to get some music going, then I turned around to find both Chelsea and Gwyneth standing there awkwardly like they were waiting for me to go first.

  I frowned at them, "Seriously you two, dig in. Gwen, Chels, grab some food."

  Chelsea finally went ahead, she took a slice of the Canadian and some onion rings and a bottle of co. Then Gwen got one slice of each pizza and a few rings and a drink. And I took a couple slices of the Hawaiian, a few rings and some veggie sticks.

  Before we could all sit down on my bed Gwen excimed, "Wait!"

  Chels and I stopped, then watched as Gwen put her food back down on the desk. Then she actually went and made my bed. She straightened out the duvet and made sure it was all neatly tucked down the sides, and arranged all the pillows up in front of the headboard. Then after that was done she brought the whole stack of napkins over to the bed as she said, "Ok now you can sit down."

  "Careful not to spill anything though," Gwen added while she grabbed her pte and drink. "Especially not the soda. I'll be up half the night washing the bedding if it gets full of co."

  I rolled my eyes as I started eating. The three of us were sitting cross-legged in a sort of triangle in the middle of the big bed, with our ptes on our ps. The food was good, but I filled up a lot faster than I expected. I barely ate a slice and a half, plus a couple rings and some veggies before realizing I was stuffed. And that left me wondering why I ordered so much food in the first pce.

  It only took a second or two to answer that question. I was thinking about the old me, the old Gwen, and the old Chelsea. All three of us could eat pretty good before. Now Chelsea and I were a lot smaller, and Gwen was slimmer.

  Chels actually ate less than me, her one slice and couple rings was all she wanted. Gwen did better than us small girls, she actually finished two slices and a half dozen onion rings. There was still loads more food left over though. For now all three of us just stayed where we were, chilling on the bed as we sipped our drinks and listened to music.

  "I guess we've all had enough to eat?" Gwen eventually asked.

  Chelsea and I both nodded, so my best friend got up and gathered up the dirty dishes. She carried them upstairs, then came back down and packed up the left-overs and took that up to the kitchen as well.

  When she didn't come back down again I frowned, "I better go see what she's up to."

  "She's probably just washing the dishes," Chelsea pointed out. "What with her being a level twenty maid and all, right? May as well let her do her thing."

  I stared at her for a second or two then sighed as I realized she was right.

  Gwyneth finally came back downstairs after about ten minutes, but instead of joining us on the bed again she started picking up all the dirty undry scattered around on my bedroom floor.

  "Uh Gwen?" I asked with a bemused frown. "What are you doing?"

  My friend gave me a hard look in between picking up some bras and panties, "Cleaning up after you, miss. I can't believe you let it get this bad. There's a undry hamper next to your closet you know?"

  I face-palmed again, partially because I hadn't actually noticed the undry hamper. But also because the whole situation still seemed more than a little crazy.

  Once the dirty clothes were all in the hamper Gwen finally joined Chels and I on the bed and had another sip of her soda. Then she looked to me and asked, "I know this is st minute miss, but would it be ok if I crashed here tonight?"

  "I don't want to think about going home yet," she added with a sigh. "I can't go back home looking like this, I'd have to return to my original body first. And right now I'd rather stay like this for as long as I can."

  I gave her a sad look as I nodded, "Of course you can stay the night Gwen. You can stay all weekend if you want? I'm going to have to turn back to normal by Monday too. Same with Chelsea."

  "Thank you," my best friend replied with another little sigh. Then she got up and started looking around like she was searching for something.

  Meanwhile I noticed Chels seemed kind of sad too so I quietly asked her, "What's wrong?"

  Before she could answer my friend looked at me and asked, "Do you know what happened to my phone? I haven't seen it since you did that inventory thing."

  I pointed to a bck leather handbag by the door and smiled, "It's probably in your purse."

  Gwen's eyes widened and she stared at it for a second, then she blushed and picked it up. Sure enough there was a sleek new bck phone in there, and she started composing a text to let her folks know she'd be spending the night at my pce.

  Meanwhile Chelsea finally answered my earlier question, "I was hoping I could stay down here with you tonight, but if you're going to sleep with Gwen then you probably don't want me here too."

  I almost choked on my co as my brain tried to process that whole statement, while Gwen stared at both Chels and me in surprise. And it was clear from my best friend's expression she was obviously wondering just how close me and Chelsea had become in the st couple hours.

  For that matter I was wondering the same thing. I groaned to myself, "It's like I'm suddenly the protagonist in some stupid harem novel or something."

  Apparently they both heard me, because they exchanged a quick gnce then the two of them smiled. And I'd swear they both looked like they were into the idea.

  "I mean, that sounds kind of fun actually? I certainly won't compin if Chelsea wants to hang out with us tonight miss," Gwen commented as her eyes drifted up and down over the cute little blonde again.

  Meanwhile Chels was eyeing Gwen as well. Then the cute blonde gave me a naughty smile and said, "I'd be up for that too, if it's ok with you Lisa? And while a harem novel might be nice, I think being in a lesbian polycule story would be even better."

  For the hundredth time in a row I had no idea what to say or think or do.

  PurpleCatGirl