It was a cold February day as Bianca was browsing a clothing website. She was a 30 year old human woman with bright green eyes and beautiful shoulder length brown hair. She was wearing her usual comfy teal sweater and her brown sweats. She sighed as clicked on a new tab and began to type into the search bar. She typed in “Maid outfit for sale” and started another search. She had wanted for the longest time to get a cute one to wear for halloween, but was having trouble finding just the right one. 


        She continued to browse link after link, even going to the second search page, trying to find the perfect dress. She then saw the first link on the page. “Magic Maid Maker.com” It intrigued her so she decided to check it out. She clicked on the link and waited. As the site loaded up she had to laugh. It looked like something from the late 90s early 2000s live blog page. There were bad jpegs and gifs of anime girls in maid outfits dancing on the borders of a black starry background. The header of the page was bright flickering neon text with maids on either side dusting the logo. Bianca could only giggle at just how cringy and silly it all looked. But as she looked farther she started to see some interesting things. This site had a very wide selection of maid outfits. Everything ranging form the more traditional Victorian style, to more silly and outlandish like swimsuit and Military. She spent a while browsing over all the options she could see until she found the exact thing she was looking for. It was listed as a classical style. It was a more traditional long dress with matching apron like the Victorian, but a lot poofier in the skirt and having frills along the bottom hems of the dress and bottom and shoulders of the apron. It was the perfect maid outfit and exactly what she wanted, and even better it was affordable. Only $80 with free shipping. She excitedly clicked on it and bought it up. 


        A week later, there was a knock on her front door as the package was delivered. Bianca smiled and ran to the door in excitement. At the door waited a decently sized back with the website's logo printed on the shipping label. SHe carried it inside and set it on her couch to open it up. She worked quickly tearing open the tape and pulling out the packaging around it. She then pulled out her brand new dress and looked over it. It was even better than how it looked on the website. The material was a kind of synthetic silk, giving it a super soft and smooth feeling as she ran her hands over it. She turned it over and over in her hands, examining every inch of the dress. She then found the washing tag of the dress, seeing a similar symbol on it like the one on the box, but she didn’t think much of it. She was incredibly happy with the product and was excited to get it on her. She set it down on the couch and left to get undressed. As she left the symbol on the tag and box began to glow. 


        Before long, Bianca came back to the couch, naked as the day she was born and bent down to pick up the dress. As she touched it, she was given a sizable shock from it, almost like a static shock, but a lot worse. She let out a yelp and pulled her hand away, shaking it and holding it in pain. She frowned and looked at the dress and her hand in confusion. As she looked at her hand, she noticed something. The skin on her finger tips had changed from the familiar pail white skin tone to a bright white color. She scrunched her face and shook her hand, thinking it was covered in something. She then wiped her hand on the sofa, but nothing seemed to remove the color. 


        As she looked at it again, she noticed that it was starting to spread, taking over more of her fingers. She also noticed that her hand began to feel numb. She began to panic slightly and ran to the bathroom. She quickly turned on the water and started to rub her hand under it. No matter how hard she scrubbed the white patch only got bigger and bigger and started to spread to her other hand next. She then got to watch as her fingers began to recede into her hand, joint by joint until all that was left was stumps. The numbness continued to spread as well, over taking her arm next. She then began to panic more as she ran to the living room to get her phone. As she ran she felt as her hand turned into stumps, then into sleeve hems. As she looked at them she realized that they looked the same as the dress she had just received.


        “Am I….becoming the dress,” She asked to herself. She didn’t have too long to think about it though as she suddenly tripped and fell on to the floor with a hard thump. She groaned in pain as she rolled over to see what she had tripped over. As she looked down she saw her right foot starting to recede into her leg, along with the same numbness that was slowly taking over her arms. She looked at it in shock before kicking her leg a few times. She then tried to get back up to try and hop to her phone. That worked, for a few seconds before her left foot receded as well. She began to panic more and started to crawl on her knees to get help.


        As she crawled her feet fully receded into her legs, which in turn began to spread out and merge together into a single piece. All the while they began to turn into the same synthetic silk of the other dress. At the same time her arms began to hollow out, becoming limp, as they too began to shift into the same silky material. Bianca’s brain was racing as she tried to figure out why or even how this was happening. Was magic actually real? How could it be real? Were there other magical dress makers? Why would they want to turn people into dresses? All of these questions raced through her mind as she crawled ever closer to her phone. 


        Soon she made it back to the couch where she had left her phone. By now her arms were two empty and useless sleeves flapping by her sides, and the changes were not stopping yet. She made one final hop and threw herself onto the couch next to her phone just as her knees merged and changed. She laid there and panted heavily for a few seconds, time she knew she couldn’t waste, but had to to catch her breath. She then tried to work fast and nudged her phone over closer, using her nose to unlock it. She stared at the screen, frozen as she tried to figure out who to call. All the while then changes continued. Her legs fully merged and turned into a black silk and white lace hemmed skirt topped with the bottom of a white cotton Apron. Her arms were also now the dress’s silk sleeves, tipped with nice lace ends. She felt her body getting weaker and looser as the changes slowly moved across her torso. She shook her head and started dialing 911.


        “Almost there…just got to…9…1…1,” She said, pressing the numbers with her nose. She then flopped on her side, panting heavily as she listened to the phone ring. All the while the changes continued up her chest, converting it all into silk and cotton. After a few seconds she heard the click as the call connected. 


        “911, what is your emergency,” the operator said calmly.


        “YES!INEEDHELP!I’MTURNINGINTOAWEIRDMAIDDRES!IDON’TKNOWHOWANDIDON’TKNOWWHY!IJUSTAM!PLEASESENDHELP,” She said in a panic, jumbling her words into a single mess. 


        “Ok ma’am, I'm going to need you to calm down and explain what’s happening,” They said back.


        “Look, I don't have time! I’m turning into a maid dremmph…mmm? MMMPH MMM! MMMMPH,” She started to say as the changes now reached up to her head. 


        “Ma’am, 911 is for emergency use only. Not for silly phone pranks. Good day Ma’am,” They said before hanging up. 


        Bianca Let out several more muffled screams as her head slowly began to hollow out. Soon her vision began to blur out as the top of her head separated and turned into the white lace hat of the outfit. THe last thing she saw was the screen on her phone still on the call end screen for her 911 call. All her hope of rescue gone now as the white lace hat flopped down on the couch, her whole form now nothing but a fancy long skirted maid outfit. 


        Bianca laid there on the couch completely unable to move. She tried desperately, but couldn’t even move the lace fringe at the end of her sleeves. She was still aware of everything around her in one manner or another. Her fabric body had a numb feeling to it but she was able to still feel things around her. The fabric of the couch under her, the feeling of the air as it blew over her. She could still feel it all. She could also still hear, but like her head was underwater. Every sound was muffled and muted slightly. She still couldn’t see anything or make a sound, which frustrated her greatly. All she could do now was sit there and wait.


        Several hours later, Bianca Heard the door to her house click and swing open with a squeak. She then heard footsteps coming closer to her. Her mind was racing wondering what could possibly happen next. Would she be found by one of her friends? Was this an intruder coming to rob her? She had no idea at this point and was scared and anxious. Just then the footsteps stopped and she felt herself being picked up and handled by the person coming in. The hands ran over her slowly as they examined every part of her body, turning her over and over in her hands. Before long, she heard the person speak. 


        “Well well, you turned out as lovely as the last one didn’t you,” She heard the person say. The voice was clearly female and somewhat older sounding. “It’s good to see another successful spell go off without a hitch. Now I wonder just how much I can get for you.”


        Wait? Spell? Was it truly magic that did this to her? And what did she mean “get for her”? Was she planning on selling her like a normal piece of clothing? Her mind was racing as the woman then laid her back down and began to fold her up. The feeling of being folded was just as weird as her being turned into the dress in the first place. It wasn’t painful of course, but the feeling of having what was once her butt touch the back of her head was strange to say the least. She also began to feel weirder as she started to feel pleasure from being touched and rubbed all over. Her mind began to calm down as the woman set her into the box. She then felt as the woman placed the original dress on top of her. She then felt the box being picked up and carried out somewhere. She then felt the box being set down and heard the roar of a car engine as the woman pulled away with her. 


        Before long, Bianca felt the car stop and the box get picked back up. It was so disorienting not being able to tell which way was up or down. The woman carried her into her shop, setting the box down somewhere on a table and leaving it. Being in the dark as she was, Bianca had no idea just how long she was laying in the box. After what seemed like a half hour, maybe an hour, She felt the dress on top of her get pulled out of the box, shortly followed by herself. The woman laid the dresses out on a counter and began to look them over, checking for any dirt or defects. Again the woman's hands ran over Bianca's body, giving her a weird pleasure she couldn’t put into words. It was almost like a tiny voice in the back of her mind was saying “Wear me”. But that was a silly thought. 


        After spending several minutes going over the dresses, the woman picked up both and carried them over to a washing machine. Bianca would feel as she was half crumpled up and dropped into the top loader washer. The other dress was then dropped on top of her, pinning her down a little bit. The woman then poured in a cup of liquid detergent over the two. Bianca mentally shivered as she felt the cold and slimy detergent spill over her body, soaking into it slightly. She then heard the clunk of the metal lid and the clicking of the dial as the woman selected the settings. Then came the whirring of the pump and the rushing of warm water as the tank began to fill. Bianca started to panic as her mind raced. What would happen to her now? Would she drown? Could a dress drown? She mentally inhaled to “Hold her breath.”


        Her fears were quickly put to rest as the water enveloped her neck hole and head piece. She mentally let out a gasp as she realized that she was a dress and didn’t need to breathe now. However she felt a bit bloated as the water soaked into her body. As the water got to the quarter full mark in the tank, she felt herself begin to float in the water. She then heard the pumps turn off and the dial click as it turned to the next cycle. The agitator then began to move, sloshing the water back and forth in the tank. Bianca blushed as her body moved along with the water as it all mixed together with the soap. Surprising to Bianca she could very slightly taste the soap in the water. She mentally gagged as the chemical taste took over her whole body. The agitator went back and forth, mixing up the soapy water for 10 minutes before the washer clicked over to the next cycle. 


        Bianca could only wonder at what was coming next as the agitator stopped. She heard as the water drained out, only to be filled back up with clean water. As she was floating again, the agitator sloshed the water around more and helped pull the soap out of her body. After another ten minutes the water drained again. Bianca thought it was over now, but then the spin cycle started. She meeped as her and the other dress began to press against the side of the tank. She started to become dizzy as she was spun around and pressed tight to the tank. She felt as most of the water was forced out of her body by the centripetal force of the spinning tank. After a good ten minutes the spinning stopped, leaving her dizzy and confused. 


        It took a few minutes before the woman came back and pulled the dresses from the washer, which gave Bianca time to regain her senses. That didn’t last long though as the woman picked them both up and placed them in the tumble dryer. She set it to a low heat cycle and left them for an hour. For the next hour, Biana’s body tumbled around the dryer. At first she landed harder as her body was still partially soaked, but over time she began to dry and land softer and softer. Bianca blushed as she felt the heat encompass and fill her body. It felt better then anything she had before and made the whole experience worth it. After an hour a buzzer sounded and Bianca rested at the bottom of the drum. 


        Once Bianca was dry, the woman pulled both dresses out of the dryer and brought them over to an ironing board. He carefully spread Bianca out over the board with her sleeves draped over the sides. The woman then got to work and picked up the heated iron. She also grabbed a spray bottle and sprayed a gentle mist over her body. Bianca couldn’t see any of this of course but she had a hunch as to what was coming next and began to panic. She readied her mind for pain as the iron pressed to her body, but only found pleasure. It felt to her like a heated massage and this was helping to work out all the kinks and tightness in her body. The woman quickly worked over Bianca, getting out all her winkles and leaving her as a completely smooth dress. Bianca’s mind was left lost in the pleasure as the woman picked her up and slipped a wooden hanger into her neck hole. She then took her placed a price tag around the neck of the hanger and placed her onto a clothes rack with all the other dresses. 


        From then on, time seemed to fly by for Bianca, having nothing to do and not being able to do anything as a simple piece of clothing. She spent most of her time in a sleeping state. At first, she didn’t have any dreams, but soon her dreams began to change. They slowly became about wanting to be worn. How good it was to have someone to wear you and fill her form. How much pleasure she would get from being worn and used. Every time she would wake up in a panic and confusion, wondering why in the world she would be thinking of things like that. However, after each one, she would find herself daydreaming about the same thing as customers came into the woman’s shop.  They would handle her, picking up her sleeves and feeling her fabric and commenting on how soft she was. Occasionally she would get pulled off the rack and taken back to be tried on. At first she would not find any of it enjoyable, but after enough time she found herself getting excited for it. She wanted to be worn. She wanted to be bought. She started to wonder why no one was buying her. Was she not a good dress? Was she not pretty enough? She couldn’t figure it out. 


        After 3 months of being on the shelf, things changed for Bianca. A young girl came into the shop looking for a maid dress. The shop owner led her over to the rack where Bianca was hung and pulled her off of it. Bianca was ecstatic! Maybe this would be the day! She would be sold off as a pretty dress to be worn and used. She heard the woman talking back and forth before she was handed off to the girl to try on. Bianac wiggled in excitement as the girl tried her on. The girl was pleased with the dress. It fit to her body, but was loose enough for her to have free movement. The style of it matched what the girl was looking for. She smiled and rubbed Bianca over carefully, giving her more pleasure then she ever had before. Bianca’s mind was exploding with the pleasure of it all. The girl twirls in Bianca and looks over her form slowly, happy with how she looked in it. After getting out of the dress, the girl took Bianca to the counter and paid for her. Bianca was ecstatic, she was going to be used, she was going to be worn.


        Once the purchase was made, the girl took Bianca home, having no idea that the dress was once a girl like herself. Bianca didn’t care though, she was going to fulfill her new purpose. Once the girl got the dress back home, she put it on another wooden hanger before hanging her up in her closet. Bianca loved the feeling of the hanger inside her, but she wanted to be worn again. She didn’t have to wait long though as the girl that bought her was a full time live-in maid and her employer had a thing for keeping her in more traditional maid outfits as she worked. She had recently torn her old outfit and bought Bianca as a replacement while she worked on fixing the old one. For now she was going to relax and prepare for the next day. Meanwhile, Bianca could only sit and wait in her new home. 


        In the morning Bianca was stirred from her “Sleep” by the feeling of her body being picked up and handled on the hanger. She began to get excited, hoping that the time had come to be worn. It was indeed as the girl was getting ready for her day. She set Bianca on the bed while she went to shower and clean herself up. She soon came back to get dressed. Once all her undergarments were on, stocking, panties, bra, ect., She reached for Bianca and started to slip her over her head. Bianca moaned in pleasure as she felt the girl's skin rub against her fabric and frills. Surprisingly, she was able to feel every inch, every hair, every fold on the girl's body as she pulled her on. The girl wiggled into her, getting the arms in next, giving Bianca a weirder feeling. She had the feeling of movement, but not her own. A total out of body experience. Finally the girl slipped her head through the neck hole and reached back to get the zipper. She then finished off dressing with the cute maid’s hat, and set off to work. 


        The girl had a very busy day. Cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, all the things that need to get done around the house. She worked very diligently, her body heating up and getting sweaty as she worked. All the time Bianca was there, made to absorb and contain it all. It was an entirely new experience, one she knew that she would have to get used to, being a good dress now. The girl, unaware of her dress’s mental state, continued to work her normal day. 


        Aa she was working on dinner, she was stirring a tomato sauce when it splattered onto the apron. She quietly cursed into the air as she had tried her best not to get dirty. Now she would have to wash her apron. Bianca on the other hand, was loving it. She was being used. The hot sauce clung to her fabric and slowly sunk into her. She could feel as it seeped into every thread that the sauce got on. It was similar to when she was washed but more localized and somewhat more sensitive. Bianca mentally moaned in pleasure as the maid continued to cook, now being a little less careful. She wiped her hand on the apron, using it to quickly grab trays out of the oven, wiping things off the counter, and on and on. By the time the maid was done making everything for dinner, Bianca was so lost in the pleasure of being used, she wasn’t even able to think straight.


        Once the maid had finished her duties for the day, she headed back to her room to change and relax. By then, Bianca had recovered a little. That wasn’t going to last long though as the girl started to turn Bianca over in her hands. The girl was examining her for her tag to know how to wash her. He soon found it on the inside close to her waist and tugged on it. This brought even more pleasure. It was like the girl was fingering her clitoris. Bianca moaned in pleasure, begging for her to continue. The girl did so as she went about figuring out how to wash her dress. It took her a few seconds to read the tag and see how she was supposed to be washed before heading down to the laundry room. Bianca was left panting and moaning as she was carried off.


        The girl got to the washing machine and got to work on cleaning the dress. She started off with some pretreatment. She grabbed a spray bottle of the chemical and began to spray it over the apron. As the misting landed onto Bianca, she felt it begin to tingle. It was a whole new feeling to her. She began to purr in pleasure as the tingling slowly increased. After a couple more sprays, the girl picked up a scrubbing brush and began to work on the sauce stain. Bianca felt the bristles of the brush as they ran over her. She felt as they slowly worked the chemical deeper into her form, helping to lift out the grease and oils. Bianaca blushed and moaned out to herself. It felt so good for her to get cleaned like this. The girl was being so gentle yet firm with her at the same time. This all continued for several minutes as the girl worked to help remove the stain.


        Once She had worked in the chemical, she picked Bianca up and set her into the washing machine. She then set it on the Gentle cycle and added in the detergent. Bianca was used to all this by now, and while it still brought her pleasure, it wasn’t like what it used to be. However, that was with the old witch’s washing machine. The person the maid was working for had a brand new top of the line washer. Bianca barely heard as the pump kicked on and began to fill the tank. She blushed as she felt the water covering her and filling her body again. She purred and relaxed at the feeling of warm water on her body. 


        Once the tub was filled up just enough, the next cycle started as the agitator slowly sloshed the water back and forth. Bianca purred as she felt her body follow the water, swishing around gently. With the newer washer, the movements were smoother and more controlled, giving her an even smoother and gentler washing than she had ever had before. Before, her washing felt like a boring generic lover, only there to get the deed done and move on. This time, she felt her pleasure slowly build as the water moved in and out of her, caressing every inch of her body like a gentle lover that only cared about her. It all continued for 20 minutes, putting Bianca into a state of pure bliss. 


        Once the main washing and rinse cycles had been completed, Bianca was in for the biggest ride she had. Being so on edge by the care the washing machine had taken prior, she wasn’t ready for the last spin cycle. If the washer had been a gentle lover before, now it was about to become one that took charge. The spin cycle began, slowly rising in speed as it wrung the water out of her body. As the cycle reached its end, Bianca mentally screamed in pleasure as her mind exploded. It was all she would ever want from now on. She moaned and shivered as the washer slowly slowed and turned off. 


        The next part was all a blur for her as the girl pulled her out and put her in the dryer. Bianca’s mind was lost in the pure lust and pleasure. She tumbled around in the dryer, wiggling like she came down from the whole experience. After an hour of drying, she was still lost in the pleasure as the girl pulled her out. Bianca could barely think at this point, barely remember who she was or what she was before this. It was all just vague feelings. The girl then began to iron her out. This was the breaking point for Bianca. She moaned out as each pass of the hot iron over her body, only served to not only smooth out the wrinkles in her body, but the wrinkles in her mind as well. Gone were the memories of her life, of having friends, of having a job, of being human, even her name. All that remained was the pleasure of being a dress, of being used, or being worn. She wanted it. She needed it. She loved the feeling of it all. She was no longer a human named Biance, that just didn’t sound right anymore. She was now Maid Dress. Her mind slowly settled into the new life she had now as the girl finished and set her back on the hanger and back into her closet. As the door to the closet closed, Maid Dress purred in pleasure as she slowly fell asleep. 


        Time passed in the mansion as the girl continued to use the dress every day. Getting it dirty and washing it again and again. One day, the witch showed up at the mansion to meet with the owner and the girl's boss. During her trip, the witch stopped by the girls room and opened her closet. There sat Maid dress. Still as perfect as the day she was made. The witch giggled and looked her over before putting her hand on the front of the dress. She closed her eyes and peered into the mind of the former human, to see what had become of her. After a second, she heard the repeating thoughts of the dress.


        “Wear me. Use me. Wash me. I am Maid Dress. I am to be worn and used. Wear me. Use me…”

        The witch smiled, happy the dress had finally accepted her new life. She nodded and moved her hand away, closing the door before walking away and leaving the dress in its new home. Soon the girl came in and pulled it out to get dressed for the day, sending waves of pleasure through it as it once again was about to fulfill its purpose.