"Young Master, care to explain the meaning of this?" The docile maid Shushan asked.
"Yeah Master, what hare-brained scheme have you forced us into this time?" The more aggressive maid Naimaki questioned.
"Ah, sorry if I was interrupting something important; I just wanted to see the both of my maid's cute faces once more."
"That's all well and good, young Master..."
"But why did you put our heads on the other person's body?!"
"Do not take this the wrong way, but I simply wanted to see how the two of you would react." The young master explained.
"I see...Master is a very perverted person, since he left me with only outfits that are as close to exposing my nether regions as possible..." Shushan mired, putting her hands on her new wide hips.
"Aren't YOU lucky? At least you have a working shirt, and it's mine at that! I didn't have one of your bras handy, so now I'm stuck wearing one of mine on your oversized honkers...how the hell did you even stuff them into your uniform properly?" Naimaki groaned, her arms underneath the gigantic tits she currently owned.
"Do you REALLY hate me so much that you couldn't just ask me to lend you a spare?"
"Hah?!? I-I-It's not like I wanted to prove that your boobs are too big to appease the Master or anything!" Naimaki stuttered in response.
"Likewise to you. Despite being so slim and short, your buttocks are MUCH too large to avoid knocking everyone and everything down. The young Master would NEVER be satisfied with that alone." Shushan complained.
"Girls, please clam down! I did what I did last night while you were both asleep to show off the strengths and beauty both of your bodies have."
“AND YOU THINK WE WOULD JUST BE OKAY WITH THAT?!? How am I supposed to get my work done without falling over constantly from how heavy these things are?" Naimaki angrily retorted.
"Hmm, you keep talking up my chest like it's a bad thing, yet I never had any major complications arise from them; however, I fear I'll be unable to sit at the dinner table with exquisite manners due to your ass breaking the chair." Shushan venomously responded.
"Get real! My form was filled with poise and elegance before I got pawned off with your saggy-tittied body!"
"Now you've done it; shut your crass mouth up posthaste lest I force it quiet with your own quaking glutes."
"MAIDS! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP FIGHTING!" The young master yelled.
"If you don't get along this instant, the both of you will NEVER get your original bodies back!"
"...tch!"
"Ugh, fine!"
"Ahem. Hopefully we've all cooled off some. Regardless, it's time for me to show you the TRUE reason I've brought you here...I command you to strip down to just your underwear!"
"WHAT?!?"
"That's highly unreasonable!"
"Whatever, it's not like I wasn't already spilling out of this outfit anyhow. Might as well remove this apron while I'm at it..." Naimaki complied.
"...you're awfully crude today, young Master." Shushan also unveiled her apparel, much to her own dismay.
"Good. Observe each and every nook and cranny the other person's body has, and tell me something they didn't already know about themselves."
"(Mmph...why am I feeling so jealous over my own body? I've been staring at myself every day for as long as I've lived and yet I'm only now annoyed...how perplexing.)" Shushan thought to herself, gazing upwards at her taller, mature vessel.
"(Looking at myself from another angle like this...I'm actually pretty cute I guess...not that I would ever admit it out loud! And yet this body's feeling smug about itself somehow, almost like it's trying to exert a smug sense of superiority...)" Naimaki peered down past the mountain range adorning her chest and at the smaller, feeble form she once inhabited.
"Did the two of you learn anything nice?"
"Yes." "Mhm."
"We came to the conclusion...that Master is a skeevy lecher!" Naimaki threw one of her shoes at the young master!
"So get lost immediately until you fix this, or else!" Shushan countered in kind, swinging a shoe of her own at him too!
"Okay, okay! You've got me! I'll try and make things back to normal right quick! Just stop trying to injure my pretty face!"
And so the three of them got themselves into a chaotic tizzy over nothing, not knowing that the effects of the head swap were permanent. At the very least, the maids of the manor would soon learn to live with themselves in a different manner...