All Purpose maid - Polt-clean-geist (Tg) Draft (Patreon)

“Clara! Come to my side!” The booming voice of the count Victor Gerosta rang through the estate, making its only servant groan as he knew what was about to happen. But, it wasn’t like he could realistically run away, so obeying the count to not challenge his ire was his best option.

“You called, my count? Also my name is Denis, not Clara.” The servant sighed, knowing full well that the count was probably going to ignore him once again and continue to call him by that made up name.

“Clara! It has come to my attention that the living room hasn’t been cleaned for the longest time!” The Count boomed, making Denis sigh. Denis for one really didn’t want to work for this count at all, but he also knew from personal experience that refusing the count was a very bad idea.

“Understood sir. I’ll get right to it.” The servant boy said, wanting to get this task over as soon as possible. But the count once again stopped him.

“But not in this form, my servant Clara!” The count snapped his finger, causing a cold shower to run over Denis’ back. And all he could think of once again was ‘...of course he would do something to me…’

Almost immediately Denis could feel his body contort in a way that was all too familiar to him. It felt to him like he was being compressed from all sides, like he was getting stuffed inside of an invisible trash compactor. And it didn’t take him long to know that this wasn’t just a random sensation, but he was shrinking for real.

Another cold shower ran down Denis’ body which seemingly made him shake off all of his unnecessary body hair below his eyebrows all at once, which then seemed to dissipate just moments later. And one touch of his arms told him that even his skin had taken a bit of a change, having become smoother and softer than he was used to. As a guy at least.

But it really seemed like the count wanted her to be a dainty maid this time, because her biceps deflated even more than usual while her arms and hands were continuously shrinking in front of his very eyes. Just calling them dainty wasn't even accurate anymore at this point, they were straight up tiny hands now.

Generally speaking, Denis' entire body seemed to shrink extremely as a whole. His shoulders contracted a lot, severely cutting down on the broad shoulders he usually sported and replacing them with a much rounder and meeker frame.

Even his legs weren’t spared, although their fate was much less severed. He could feel all the hard training his muscles went through leaving his legs as well, though it didn’t seem like those were thinning down much. Quite the opposite in fact, as they even looked like they were thickening up a bit, filling the empty space his muscles left behind with sweet fat, to make his thighs look even a little bit thicker.

“Here it comes…” Denise let out as he felt a familiar pulling force down in his groin, not even struggling against it since he knew how futile it was. He could only accept the shrinkage down below and anticipate the moment when he once again no longer was male. And with a nice accompanying Pop sound, that moment came sooner than she expected.

“Now then, my dear Clara!” The count boomed, making the tiny girl briefly snap out of her internal contemplation of her life choices. “I think I know exactly what form you should take, to make cleaning like this a breeze for you!”

The imposing man snapped his fingers once again, and all the mysterious feeling shot up into Denis’ head all at once. The first thing she noticed was that her normally stubby short hair short outwards, growing over her ears and down to her shoulders in a matter of seconds, which also let her witness this usually dirty blond streaks shift into an almost shining snow white.

But he could also feel the bones in her skull move, growing rounder as her cheekbones rose higher and her eyes increased in size as well, giving her a much, much more cutesy and innocently girly appearance. Though she didn’t have much time to marvel at that, as she could already feel the same soft breeze blow through her ears and directly into her head.

She has been through this a few times now and it never usually feels that unpleasant to be honest, but it still didn't sit well with her that the count was changing her mind on the fly here. And yet she was powerless to stop it, and the first thing to go was usually her real name. No, not Clara, the other name… the male one… uhm…

It seemed like it was gone already, which scared Clara a little bit. In fact, it seemingly frightened her more than usual, as her body language became much less secure and she shivered on the floor, looking up in awe at her master.

Her master…? Oh, right… The count always loved it if she called him master, and that was why he usually made her think of him as her master as well. He really was a wise master, always knowing exactly what he needed to do to get what he wanted. It made Clara see her master in a completely different light than a few minutes before.

As her oversized and baggy clothes suddenly began moving and shifting on their own, knowledge of how to handle the laundry flashed in her head. How to craft the perfect detergent with products found around the manor, and how to fold the different clothes once they had been cleaned and dried now appeared like second nature to her… Yes! Even those stockings pulling themselves up her dainty legs felt all too familiar with her delicate cleaning process!

“Uhm… Master? Are you done… Uwawa~” Clara sheepishly asked, a cutesy little ribbon tying into her hair and distracting her from the imminent knot in the carpet as she attempted to get up. Falling square on her face, the slightly stinging pain was swiftly ignored when she noticed something odd just above her ass. It kinda looked like a tail, but more ethereal. In fact, her entire lower body just seemed a bit… transparent?

“Haha! What a perfect form!” The Master voice boomed once again, this time scaring the female servant way more than every other time before. She didn’t realize until now how much more shy she had become, but after a simple word from her master it became clear as day to her.

“As a poltergeist, you have an ethereal body that can phase through objects, touch others and float, the perfect body for the job, don't you agree?” He announced, which only then made Clara realize that she was actually floating off the ground for some reason. It seemed like her master literally scared her off the floor just now.

Even in the midst of her confusion concerning her new inhuman characteristics, the sheepish maid’s eyes couldn’t help but dart all across the room. There! A dirt spot on the floor! She’d need to mop that! She could hardly believe how dusty those curtains were as well, and she bet that mold had to be growing within the cushions of this couch-

“Now then, my loyal servant! Go and do your task as I demanded of you!”

Her Master’s command jolted her back to awareness almost immediately. Joy filled her entire being as she received it, what could a maid wish for other than upholding her Master’s orders after all~? With an adorable ‘Yes Master~’, her feet began departing from the ground as she floated away to perform both her duty and utmost passion in the afterlifely state… even if she wasn't exactly dead right now.

For some reason she always knew exactly where all of her cleaning tools were located as well as all of the dirty and dusty spots. Call it a ghostly intuition. And she quickly realized that her master was right as well, because being able to float and pass through objects came in really handy with the job that was given to her.

Somehow it wasn’t even a stretch to call her work in his living room…fun…

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Denis collapsed into his bed, completely done from the work he was subjected to today. He was back to being a man, but still trapped inside of the estate with no way out. Well, he could just leave, but the moment the Count found out, and he somehow always did, he would be found and severely punished, way more than just being turned into a ghost girl for a day.

Honestly, being turned into a dainty poltergeist wasn't actually that bad. On the day when he arrived and got trapped into the mansion, if he would have transformed into this, he would have probably wished to never go through that experience again. But by now, he knew that this was definitely one of the more bearable forms he was forced to take on.

But now, he could only pray to be turned into this poltergeist girl again, because who knew what the count would turn him into tomorrow…

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