“Afred, would you come here please.”

“Right away madam.”

As soon as the elderly butler entered the room, Brandi pointed and set the targeting on the identi-factor.

As she pointed and fired Alfred pleaded.   “Wait, please Madam you mustn’t.  I can tell you the truth about who you really...”

It was too late.  The beam made contact.

The stuffy old Britt was transformed before her eyes.

Claire was so impressed she jumped with giddiness.  Brandi did the same, though without jiggling quite as much.

The new woman had porcelain white skin.  She wore dark eye shadow and crimson lipstick.  Her uniform consisted of a corset and a frilly dress that puffed out beyond her shoulders.  Brandi recognized it.  The dress was actually a cosplay outfit from a japanese website and not a legitimate (if there is such a thing) gothic maid uniform.

“Oh, Mademoiselle, I feel so... tres magnifique.”

Brandi and Claire looked to one another, so giddy they were practically high.  Then they turned to the maid.

“What’s your name?”  Brandi asked.

“Je suis Fredrique.”

“What do you do?”

“I am your Maid, Mademoiselle.”

Now for the real tests.

“Fredrique, these shoes I’m wearing cost $12,000.  My purse costs $50,000.  What do you think?”

“They compliment each other very well.  Tres bien.”

“I’m considering a boob job.  What do you think?”

“I can recommend a good doctor.”

“Okay.  Now Fredrique, what would you think if I brought home some handsome studs to get physical with.”

“Thank you madam, but I prefer ladies.  You go have your fun, or,” she smiled cheekily, “if your in the mood for something different come see me.”  The maid gave a little wink and returned to her dusting.

“Well,” said Brandi, “I guess it works.