This can't be real? By Rhodry

original story

It a invitation to murder mystery weekend. Its sorta like clue, in a sense. We driven to a mysterious place, sorta a mansion or old fashion hotel maybe. We were given sealed envelope. Probably to give us a character to play.

I opened it up. And I looked at it. It said that I was the beautiful French maid. What, wait. This is can't be the right envelope. But be before I can said something. There was a flash of light.
And then I turn a bit. And saw myself.
What the---
What happen. Why am I a girl. Am I dressed as a French maid.
Why am I like this.
Then I saw the envelope it said. You are promiscuous busty maid. And dressed accordingly.
In a French maid outfit. With petticoated, nylons with seems in back. A apron, a cap. A duster. I was wearing heels on. No spike heels. I was walking in them like I did it hundreds of times. I looked 20ish or so. I spoke in a bit accent. I couldn't understand why. I tried to fight it. But its like body and part mind acted like a maid. Waiting the guested and if they wanted to some extra help, I was willing to. It like I was doing it automatically !