You duck into what seems to be the kitchen for a look around ... and your whole body begins to tingle. It's not painful -- at first.

Unfortunately, it doesn't remain that way.

You can feel your body twist and contort, contract and reshape. You come close to blacking out from the pain, but you grit your teeth and make it through somehow. You're only barely aware of the changes wrought upon your body, so when the pain mercifully ceases, your new form comes as quite a surprise, having become a fair-skinned, blonde-haired woman with a rather prodigious chest. You're dressed in a simple maid's uniform, black dress with a dangerously high hem-line and contrasting white apron, gloves, hose, and bonnet. Even with the several inches of height from the high-heeled pumps (which, miraculously, seem comfortable and don't affect your balance) everything looks so much larger than before.

As you're contemplating the changes, and before you have the opportunity to either go into shock or explore your new body, someone who wasn't there a moment ago presses a tray of food into your hands and motions you to the dining room.

You can either go along with the game - for now - or find a quiet corner to hide in for a bit to ... try and adjust, or at least to get a better handle on your new anatomy.