Published: Jan 26, 2024

My eighty-fifth caption. Part Two of a collab between CaptionCutie, AttemptsAtTG and myself!

PLEASE READ THE FIRST PART BEFORE READING THIS ONE!

Part 1: The Elven Hotel (TG Caption Collab Series) by CaptionCutie
Part 2: You're here, dummy!
Part 3: The Elven Hotel, Pt.3 (TG Caption Collab Series) by AttemptsAtTG
Part 4: Elven Hotel pt4 Finale (TG Caption Collab Series)

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“This is too goddamn weird…” I thought to myself, rubbing my new, slender hands together as I walked down one of The Mytneluna’s lavish hallways, unable to shake the odd new feelings swirling around in my skull. That… woman who had let Skyler, Albert and I into this place was obviously some kind of witch or succubus, but I couldn’t help but feel oddly compelled by her. I had even called her “Madame Libidine” without a second thought, something I would have never done before if it wasn’t being asked of my own mother. These changes to our bodies left us looking more like femboys than men, and I had honestly become rather frightened by this place. It was clearly unnatural and of a dark, magic origin. I just hoped Albert and Skyler were alright…

Turning the corner, I saw something, a person or a shadow, slink out of sight before I could get a good look. Rather than draw attention to myself and call out to it, I instead followed it quietly. Reaching the end of the hallway, I discovered it was just a wall there, and at my feet there was now an old-fashioned key like you’d see in a cartoon, with a little tag on it labeled “Room 102”. Feeling that odd compulsion again, I picked it up and held it in my feminine hand, finding it surprisingly warm to the touch. Looking back at the doors lining the hallways, I noticed Room 102 was right around the corner. Shrugging, I walked over to said door, unlocking it and allowing myself inside. Couldn’t be any weirder in there, I tempted fate, hitting the old-style switch on the wall.

The room was lit up by some odd lights, including the “windows” along the wall that you couldn’t see anything through. Though well-furnished, the place had a fairly basic setup and had clearly seen better days, leaving me unimpressed. There seemed to be a fine layer of dust on every surface, and I felt my disgust growing quickly being in here with all this everywhere. It was odd though, something like this would usually never bother me. It wasn’t normal.

“You’d think people who know magic would know how to clean…” I grumbled to myself, dragging my finger along the armrest of an ornate armchair, only to leave behind a clean streak and a thick, grey smudge on my fingertip. Feeling disgusted, I tried to wipe it off on my clothes, only to see it wasn’t coming off.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to rationalize what was going on here. Clearly I was being influenced in some way, and these modifications to my body and attitude were not some sort of fluke or mistake. Even though I was self-aware enough to know I was being influenced, I seemed unable to stop it. This feeling only grew when I noticed a small, classic feather duster sitting next to the nightstand, practically begging to be picked up and used. It was as if the damn thing was actually calling out to me, telling me to use it like some classic maid, employed in some rich guy’s manor. I knew it was silly, and I knew it was stupid, but before I could question it any further, I realized I was already holding it in my dainty hands. Then, I noticed some more changes happening.

My ill-fitting jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and shoes began melting away on my body, forming some kind of odd, skin-tight shell around me while the duster remained glued to my right hand. Feeling it squeeze my androgynous form, I felt my waist violently cave in, leaving me with an impossibly slender figure as I struggled to catch my breath. My already diminished manhood was squeezed tightly, causing it to quickly invert and turn into a new, moist slit. The sensation of losing my member should have scared and shocked me, but I was immediately overwhelmed by the sudden, instant orgasm I had experienced, further lowering my inhibitions. My legs, already slim from my initial transformation, became far thinner, a substantial thigh gap forming as I felt the mass from my legs and waist moving up towards my chest. Suddenly, two large, perfect breasts grew from my old chest, equal in both shape and size. Finally, the “shell” traveled over my head, leaving me in complete darkness as my head was squeezed also. I thought I’d suffocate before the shell finally melted away.

Falling to my knees, duster still in hand, I noticed there were now long, blond strands of hair hanging down in front of my eyes. As I ran my hands, now covered in white gloves, through my hair, I noticed my ears were also now pointed, much like Madame Libidine’s, though lacking those horns she had. I wasn’t entirely surprised to see I was now wearing a sluttier version of a French maid outfit, but I found myself… highly drawn to my new, buxom form. Wanting to get a better look at myself, I stood back up and dusted off the dresser mirror, seeing an impossibly cute, pointy-eared blond staring back at me. As I touched my new face with my dainty fingers, I put on a little pose, tilting my head as I also lifted my skirt, revealing the ends of my new white stockings, garter belt, and panties, all with little floral patterns on them. I couldn’t help but immediately fall in love with myself right then and there, abandoning the mental image of my old, average body from before. She… I was so beautiful. I had to be the cutest girl working here, but not as cute as Madame…

Thinking about Madame Libidine immediately jumped me into action. I’d have plenty of time to explore my new, hot body later. Right now, I needed to make her proud! I had work to do! I needed to clean up this filthy room, get it into a good, perfect state before moving onto the next chore on today’s list. So, I started to clean. Starting with the dusting, I scoured every single inch of the room’s surfaces before moving on to polishing the furniture and fixtures. It took a while, but I was fully dedicated to my work. Once the linens and towels had been switched for new, clean ones, I held my hands together in pride.

“You’ve done well. Good work, Deina.” I heard a voice say from the doorway. I turned around to see it was the Madame, standing almost a whole foot above me with a pleased look on her face. “You’ve adjusted well… not many take to their new roles so well, especially on the first day. I am quite impressed.”

“Thank you, Madame Libidine.” I said in my pretty, new voice, bowing to her as she chuckled, stepping towards me and putting her hand under my chin, nudging me back up. As soon as her hand made contact with me, it was as if every nerve in my body was about to explode from excitement. I was trembling.

“I can tell you and I are going to get along just fine.” She remarked, putting her hand down as her face suddenly became more stern. “Now, there’s some work that is required of you in the main hall. Dust all the tables and chairs, then put on new table cloths. Then, you and I can have a drink… on the house.”

“Yes Madame Libidine! It shall be done!” I agreed with no hesitation, bowing again as she walked out of the room, my heart still fluttering from her touch…