So after my year as a calendar was up, I started making sure I did everything perfect for my former friend turned mistress, Crystal. In fact, after some time, we started bonding again and mending the broken friendship we used to have. She would allow me to go out with her to places to hangout and have fun, albeit while still wearing my maid outfit. But I really did start appreciating Crystal’s kindness and generosity again for the first time in years, and actually grew to enjoy her magical abilities.
So one day Crystal came to me while I was dusting the living room, and asked me if I could help her with a project she was submitting for an art class. She said it was her final for the class and if she passed she would get her degree, and she would be that much closer to being a world renown artist. Seeing how we were back on good terms, I eagerly agreed to help her with her project.
Later that day, Crystal called me into the living room again, and said she was ready to start her final project. I asked what she needed me to do for her and she guided me over to the couch and told me to simply strike a sexy pose. Assuming I was going to be a model for her to paint, I followed her orders and laid down on my side in as sexy of a pose I could think of. It helped that I decided to wear my skimpiest maid outfit that day, so my flawless pale legs and gorgeous body were on full display.
She told me my pose was perfect and said not to move an inch as she began casting a spell in my direction. I assumed she was casting a spell to copy my look and then put it on the canvas sitting next to her, but suddenly a ball of magical energy came flying towards me and struck me right in the chest. Before I had anytime to react I felt my body warp and transform into a new form, and in a split second, I went from a sexy maid to a intricately drawn portrait of myself framed to perfection.
Crystal cheered with joy as she came over and picked up my framed portrait from the couch I had been laying on moments prior. She looked me over and rubbed the glass cover that protected my delicate form, which sent shivers through my body. After a bit, I was wishing that I wasn’t a painting at the time and she was actually caressing my body with her delicate hands. When I agreed to help Crystal I hadn’t expected to actually become her art project, but now that I was trapped in this form, I figured I would just go with the flow and enjoy my break from being a maid.
Sadly, what I thought was going to be a short break, became a much longer nightmare. Turns out that when Crystal submitted me as her art project, her professor gave her an F citing that I was a derivative, mundane piece of trash posing as art. Her professor went one step further and told her that she would never make it as an artist and should instead start looking for a job as a grocery clerk. I could tell Crystal was doing everything in her power not to lash out and use her magic on her professor as she simply took the criticism and myself back to her apartment.
When we arrived back at Crystal’s place she slammed the door behind her and slumped to the ground crying. I wanted to comfort her so badly, but I couldn’t in my current form, so I simply waited in her backpack hoping she would change me back. Again, I was disappointed when she through her backpack up on the kitchen counter and went to her wine cabinet and grabbed a full bottle and started chugging it. All I could do was listen to Crystal’s tearful wine drinking as she ranted and paced about the kitchen.
After finishing the bottle of wine she had, she went and grabbed a fresh one from the cabinet and as she turned around she spotted my frame poking out of her backpack. She stumbled over and hastily pulled me out and held me up with her one free hand. “You know, this is all your fault Steph. If you had been just a little cuter and not dressed like some sexy maid whore I bet my professor would’ve have passed me. Now I’ll never become a professional artist and it’s all your fault!”
I felt devastated and hurt from the drunken accusations coming my way, but Crystal didn’t let up. “And you know what, I bet you did this on purpose as another way to get back at me for making you my maid. Well guess what, you won’t have to my maid anymore. Now you’ll just stay as this dumb portrait of yourself as a reminder of my failures and your treachery.” She threw me down to the ground with force, shattering the glass frame I was held in, and then marched over my thin paper form with her high heeled boots, making sure to drive her heel hard onto my surface. “I’ll make sure to clean your mess up later, but for now your exactly where a piece of trash like you should be…beneath my feet.” She stomped away towards her bedroom taking a pull from her new wine bottle, and leaving me on the floor of her kitchen, questioning what will happen to me. Would I ever be back to normal?
Fast forward to present day, and I am still stuck as this stupid portrait of myself, but now instead of being on the floor, I’m stuck to the door of Crystal’s fridge with a magnet so everyday when Crystal opens the fridge she can see me and be reminded of her failures. Sometimes when she would be extra upset, Crystal would take me off the fridge and throw me back on the floor to stomp on me again. Nevertheless, I still held out hope that her broken heart would mend and she would transform me back, but it has been 3 months and her boot doesn’t feel any better now than it did when she first stepped on me.