You blink in wonder and amazement at the sight of two, unfamiliar adult strangers standing in the room, both addressed in formal attire.
The woman wears a short, frilly black and white maid's costume, complete with apron, a lacy white headband, shiny black stiletto heels, and dark stockings with just a hint of the garter belt above holding them up. The really bizarre thing, though, is that the face of the maid looks familiar. Below the thick, luxurious mane of long black hair is a softer, more feminized version of your father's face!
Again, you blink in a mixture of dazed wonder and confusion before turning to look at the man.
He's an older gentlemen, dressed in a stiffly formal, old-fashioned black suit, very much like that of a butler from some old movie. His hair is slicked back and his shoes are polished like mirrors. He stands rigidly at attention. But again, there's something familiar about his facial features. It looks very much like your mom, if she were a man and about fifteen years older.
“Mom? Dad? Is that you guys?” you say softly, again surprised at the sound of your mother's voice coming from your own mouth.
“Yes indeed, madame,” replies the butler with a stiffly formal, half-bow. “Once upon a time, I was madame's mother. Back when madame was an adolescent boy, of course. Now, I am entirely at madame's service. And may I be so bold as to say, madame carries herself quite well in my former body. I am most pleased to be in the service of such a charming and elegant lady as yourself, madame.”
Again, the butler executes a stiff half-bow.
You turn your attention to the frilly looking maid. She lowers her head humbly and curtsies in your presence.
“Madame, I am used to be your papa,” she says with a thick, French accent. “Now, I am zee maid, happy to help with all zee housework for you.”
“Sarah, what have you done?” you say, turning back to your diminutive sister, still laughing maniacally and holding that omnipotent remote control of hers.
“Careful, mommy!” she says to you. “Better be nice and remember your place. This toy of mine can make changes to your mind, just like what I did to them. See how happy they are in their new lives?”
Your father smiles, then blushes and turns away. Your mother flashes a pleasant, gentlemanly smile while maintaining her rigidly proper body language.
What's become of your family!?
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