[This story contains topics of Man to Android Maid, look away now if this is not your cup of tea. Also note that this is a direct sequel to part one. Hope you enjoy.]

It was way too late for Triste to be awake. Or was it now too early, it was hard to tell. Was it still the same day if you haven't slept yet? Groggily she stumbled down the street, her golden sequined dress grating at her hips while her four inch pumps did everything in their inanimate power to throw her to the ground. Her eyes watered from the rising sun, the second she had seen since she had last slept, and cursed it. It was too early for the buses to run, yet too late for the taxis to still be out. Trieste thought about the train, and crashing in the waiting area, but waiting for a few hours didn’t appeal to her either.

“Triste?” It was a male voice, coming from the door she had just passed. There was a man, in a suit, staring at her. He looked familiar.

“Dwayne?” she asked in confusion. Dwayne was the security guard for her brother's apartment complex.

“Triste, it is you. Are you doing alright? Looking a little green there” Dwayne asked as he approached. Did she really look that bad?

“No, I’m good, just another long night at the clubs. Mind doing me a favor?” she asked hopefully.

“Sure, want me to let you into your brother's place?” Dwayne responded without hesitation. The idea hadn’t even crossed her mind. She was actually going to aske Dwayne if there was a cheap hotel nearby, but this was much better. It wasn't the first time he had done it for her actually.

“Sure!” she responded with a smile, happy knowing she would soon be able to lie down.

Shortly after meeting Dwayne, Triste finds herself right in front of her brother’s front door, a fresh key to his place in her hand. Should she knock or just barge in? The former was the only right choice, to ask for permission. The latter though, was easier. With a beep the door yielded before her, and she entered the sparsely decorated space.

“Ve! I’m here!” she called aloud, her voice echoing off the walls and causing her head to hurt from the reverberation.

“Welcome Madame” A voice toned out from the house system. Right she thought, her brother has one of those house system things.

“System, mind letting Ve know that I’ll be crashing her for a bit?” Triste asked aloud. She was never sure where to direct her statements when talking to the automated house, and it weirded her out a bit.

“Complete, will you be needing any help with your stay?”

“Honestly I just want to be out of these clothes and tucked under a blanket.” she responded causally, not actually expecting anything.

“Affirmative. Jenny, please see to it that Triste’s needs are met”

“Yes system” a voice intoned from another room and suddenly Triste found that she wasn’t actually alone. A maid walked into the room, weirdly dressed in a rather revealing maid outfit that shined in the morning light. It walked with a robotic gait as it navigated the space. For some reason it didn’t surprise her that her brother now had an android maid. It looked familiar, but Triste’s tired brain was probably playing tricks on her. It was a bot, she knew, and that was all it was.

“Greetings mistress” the bot intoned before her, bowing as it spoke and making Triste tingle a little on the inside. “I have been instructed to show you to your room”

Triste knew there was only one bedroom in the place, but if the bot allowed it then her brother probably would be okay with it. “Lead on bot” she said, enjoying the momentary power she felt. The situation weirded her out, but Triste couldn’t deny that there was something pleasant about being taken care of after such a long night. The machine led her to the bedroom, where with gentle grace it helped her strip down and carefully helped her into the bed. The smell of fresh sheets and crisp linens that caressed her skin was a welcome embrace for the tired girls. It didn’t smell of her brother in the slightest, as if the bedding had been freshly laundered. The last lingering thoughts in her head were about the maid as she drifted off to sleep, wondering if her brother would allow her to borrow the bot sometime.

The bot, satisfied that its commands were complete, folded the woman’s clothes neatly beside the bed. It moved to the side of the bed, positioning itself so it would be easily able to answer any commands if so needed. With nothing more to do the maid closed its eyes and froze in place.

“Yes System” Jenny’s voice intoned as her system deactivated sleep mode. She was called to serve, but the master shouldn’t be around. The bot left her room, heels clicking as the control system told Jenny where to go. The living room came into view, one which she was intensely familiar with, but there was someone new there. A woman, tall, in a sequin dress, unstable, tired.

Triste

The name rang in Jennye’s head. Moments flashed of a woman she shouldn’t know. Jenny was a maid, not a man nor a brother.

“Greetings Mistress” she intoned, although she had wanted to say Triste. The system, however, didn’t let her deviate from what was right. Unless told, a maid should never greet anyone beyond the proper title. An order came from the system.

Show the lady to the bedroom

“I have been commanded to show you to your room” she stated on the command like any maid should.

“Lead on bot” the Lady commanded, and the maid obliged. There was a tingle in those words, but she wasn’t programmed to understand such things. She led Mistress to the bedroom of the house, their heels clicking together. There she helped the woman prepare for bed, removing all her clothes and folding them neatly to the side. With care she guided the lady to the bed, tucking the sheets around her gently to please her Mistress.

Oddly, as Jenny backed away, her duties done, she found herself hot, and tingly. This was not correct. She notified the house of the anomaly, but as she was temporary there was no response. With her charge asleep, there was nothing left to do and thus her duties for the day were now done. She moved into position, ready to serve, before powering down for the night.

Click

Ve was suddenly aware of the collar disengaging, its rewriting of his mind softening so that he could now express himself. He was still in his room, propped up against the wall, still dressed in the maid outfit. In his bed was his sister, still asleep from when she had stumbled in this morning? Was it still the same day? Ve struggled to think straight as he stood there.

He tried to move but found it hard to do so. It was as if Jenny was still in control of his body. Every attempt Ve made to move his limbs only results in the slightest twitch of his fingers. But at least he wasn’t Jenny anymore. He had loved every moment of being his own maid, but serving his own sister was a step too far. He needed to get out of here before Triste awoke.

“Master, an unregistered maid has been detected in space ‘Home’. Do you wish to register it in space ‘Home’?” the house system chimed out.

There was no way Ve was going to respond to that. He was done being a maid and he definitely didn't want to be in this outfit when Triste woke up.

“Mhh… yes, five more minutes” his sister mumbled from the bed. Ve’s eyes jumped to her. But all he could do was stare as his body still refused to respond.

“No response from Master. Falling back. Triste, acknowledged confirmation, will you be taking ownership of this maid?” the system continued on, following a script that Ve knew all too well. He was panicking inside. He knew where this was going and there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was sit there and vibrate frantically against the wall as he watched.

“Uhhh… yes, yes, whatever” she mumbled in her sleep as the system was disturbing her slumber. Ve wanted to scream, to tell her to stop, but his fate was sealed once again to be Jenny.

“Confirmed, registering”

Jenny was confused to find herself out of sleep mode. Nobody needed the maid, and her records showed no order to activate. Another anomaly. Again Jenny registered the house system, concerned when again there was no answer to the problem. But what was a maid to do? With no commands to answer she powered back down, ready to serve again tomorrow

Triste groggily ate some cereal from the kitchen island. The sun was casting a golden glow on the city outside. The maid was behind her, scrubbing away at dishes from a lunch Triste didn’t want. If the maid had been real she probably would have been mad at Triste for refusing to eat, but the robot just accepted the refusal and stored away the meal for later.

Which brought Triste the big question, where was her brother. Initially she had thought he had dropped by while she was asleep. The freshly washed but new jeans and tshirt she now wore were a possible indication of this. But the system had confirmed that it had taken care of that. She had tried to call, but his phone was off.

Should she wait for him and thank her brother for her stay, or sneak out and ask the system to forget her intrusion.

“System” Triste asked aloud “could I ask you an odd question?”

“Yes Triste?” the system responded with its standard flatness.

“If I asked you to forget I came here, could you?”

“Request is questionable but possible. Would you please give more info?”

“It’s just, I can’t keep waiting for Ve to get back” she tried to explain.

“Understood. No” the system responded flatly.

“No, why?” Triste asked, surprised at the system's response.

“Ve has not left the premise” this caused Triste to laugh. The fancy house system of her brother’s place had finally glitched out.

“What, are you going to tell me this ‘maid’ is Ve or something?” Triste laughed out as  the bot turned to Triste at the mention of its name.

“Mistress, is there something you need?”

“Yes, you’re not Ve, Right?” Triste asked with slight hesitation.

“No mistress, this unit's designation is ‘Jenny’. Do you wish to rename your unit?” the maid responded with a look of concern. Triste didn’t bother to follow that line of questioning, instead turning her attention back to the system.

“So system, where is Ve exactly?”

“Ve is here, on premise” the system was still glitching out, Triste supposed. Only option here was to play along.

“The only person here is the maid,” Triste responded blankly.

“Clarification request understood. Ve is currently 1.2 meters from you”

“I can still only see a maid,” Triste responded as she looked around.

“Again, Ve is 1.2 meters from you” the system insisted, giving her pause, was there a closet or some other place that Ve was in. Had he tried to tie himself up again like when he was little? She glanced about, but nothing that close could contain her brother. It was dumb but…

“Jenny, are you my brother?”

“No mistress, I am Jenny, your personal maid” it intoned, giving Triste again some relief but not clearing the building sense that she already knew what had happened.

“Jenny, please take a step back” she directed at the maid. ”System, where is Ve now?”

“Ve is about 1.4 meters from your position” the ball dropped. Suddenly Triste was staring at the maids face, noting her truly for the first time. Behind the tiara and the makeup, the long lashes and the different posture, as well as the ridiculous outfit, was her brother.

“Ve, what have you done!” Triste almost shouted. Her brother was so close, had made her breakfast, helped her dress, had aided her in the shower… she blanched at the thought.

“Mistress. I am Jenny, if there is something…”

“No, you are Ve, there better be a good…” Triste was almost shouting at her brother.

“Triste, your maid is designated ‘Jenny’. If you…” the system tried to be helpful.

“System, I need to speak to my brother. Why would he make himself a maidbot?”

“He is present in the room currently” the system toned uselessly. “However Ve activated the maidbot Jenny temporarily yesterday until today”

“Temporarily until?” there was an end in sight, and Triste hopped at it.

“Until noon today”

“But it’s 4pm” Triste said with alarm. “Why is Jenny still activated?”

“The system relinquished control of Jenny as of noon today. However, Jenny was registered under owner ‘Triste’, as of 12:01 today”

“Wait!” Triste was struggling to keep up. When did that happen? “Nevermind, I give up ownership. That’s all I need to do right”

“Error”

“What do you mean ‘Error’!” she almost shouted.

“For safely reasons a bot can only be registered every 24 hours”

Trist’s mind was racing. Her brother, a maidbot. A frilly, silly, oddly believable maidbot. Her Maidbot. She was her own brother Mistress. It was just so wrong. There he was just staring at her. Waiting. It was unnerving.

“Jenny, please turn around”

“Yes Mistress” the bot obeyed. Definitely wrong. She needed to deregister the bot, but only tomorrow. Jenny would need to be with her, probably, but she really needed to get home. Was she going to leave him here and come back for him later? Was that an option? When was the earliest she could be back? If she did bring him with her, what would her roommate think? She was a messy person but she would care.

Just thinking of her roommate made her think about how messy the place would be when she got back. It had been over a day since she was last home, and her roommate would do anything but keep the place clean if left to her own devices. How many dishes were clogging the sink? Was the shower still usable? Was the couch now filled with crumbs? It was going to be a fight to get the place back in order, Triste knew, and with the stress of her maid problem…

She looked at her brother, but then at his clothes and what he had made himself into. He wanted to be a maid. He wanted to serve. Was it weird to use him like that? The apartment did need a good clean. He wouldn’t mind, right?

“Jenny, pack my things” she commanded, unconfident but decided, “and find me my brother’s car keys.”