(Caption) The Bunny Maid

He found a special service online, advertised as a maid specifically for bunny maids. In his mind, it was supposed to be a cute and charming girl, dressed in bunny ears and doing housework obediently. Without hesitation, he hired the maid. However, days passed and no one showed up. Eventually, a package arrived, but inside was only a delicate feather duster. He was puzzled but opened the package and picked up the duster.

The moment he held the duster, he felt something was off. The texture wasn't like any ordinary object—it seemed to carry some kind of power. A warm sensation spread through his body as if some energy was flowing into him. Within seconds, his body began to change. He looked down and saw his hands becoming slender, his skin smooth and delicate, his fingertips elongating. His body, which had been muscular, gradually softened, and his clothes began to fit awkwardly.

He felt panicked as he watched his transformation unfold, his heart racing. He desperately tried to drop the duster but found himself unable to. Each time he tried to let go, its power compelled him to hold on. Minutes passed, and the transformation showed no sign of stopping until he had completely turned into a girl. Long silver hair cascaded from his head, bunny ears sprouted from his scalp, and his entire body seemed to be trapped in this sudden new identity.

Her face displayed confusion, but she couldn’t help but begin adjusting her clothes, tidying up the exquisite maid outfit. She noticed she was wearing a pair of high heels, and her white stockings were adorned with delicate bows. Though she felt slightly out of place, she naturally checked her surroundings. The room was messy, and the master hadn’t yet returned. She knew she needed to clean up first. No longer resisting, she began moving about, and the duster in her hand felt strangely familiar, as though the actions came instinctively. As she looked down at her legs, the white stockings glowed softly in the light, and she unconsciously adjusted her skirt before continuing her work.

With each motion, that strange, unfamiliar feeling deep inside her seemed to settle, as if she were growing accustomed to the change. She even began to look forward to finishing the cleaning before the master returned.