Room Service

By: Mashiro Yuu

Illustrated by: Kamiyama Kyou

Translated by: Amanda J. Rollins

      Once he had cooled down a bit in the hotel room, he called the front desk. “Yeah, hello. I’ll have my usual room service please. Yeah, that’s right. Ok then.” He took off his tie and hung it up on a wall hanger along with his suit jacket. He sat down on the bed and made himself comfy. Business hotel rooms weren’t very wide but he could relax knowing that he didn’t have to do anything until tomorrow morning.

      Ding dong. The room’s bell sounded. “…Yes?”

      “Your room service has arrived, sir.”

      He opened the door with a clack. Standing there was a maid with a skirt that went down to her ankles. “…? And you are?” he said, nonplussed by this sudden intruder.

      “Room service, sir. Well, I shall begin if it please you sir.”

      “What are you talking about?” he asked, but already something felt off. He couldn’t move his body…It seemed to be moving against his will. His body briskly walked back to the center of the room. “W-what?! What is this…?”

      The maid stood beside the bed and placed a big case on the floor. “Ok then, let’s start. First, the body.”

      She was not the sort of brightly smiling maid one normally saw in the service industry. An entirely white apron covered an entirely black dress. There wasn’t even a red ribbon around the collar – the effect was rather monotone.

      “You…you! What are you d–” The next instant, he registered an uncomfortable feeling throughout his body: his chest swelled, his waist tightened, his ass perked up, and his now long and shapely legs curled inward. “Ah – holy shit!”

      “Yes. It will do. And we won’t be needing this.”

      “Arrgh!” A certain thing between his legs disappeared.

      How – how can such a thing be described? In a single moment his flesh was changed from male to female – she’d sex-changed him!

      “Yes, you look very pretty,” the maid declared flatly. “Now then, let’s take these off, shall we?”

      “Wha–” Even his voice rang shrilly in his ears. It too had been fully converted to femininity. He was stripped of his dress shirt. His undershirt pulled taut across his nipples. When that was removed, a pair of well-formed breasts were exposed. He couldn’t believe what his eyes were telling him. “No way…this can’t be happening,” he moaned, but the expressionless maid just yanked out the belt that held up his now loose slacks, which promptly slid down. “Ahhh!” He screamed like a girl – well, he was a girl now…anyway, he screamed. Once his slacks and boxers had been pulled off and even his socks stripped away, he stood there naked as the day he was born. Or, well, as he’d been a boy on the day of his birth, he stood there in an altogether different sort of altogether. He’d entirely lost motor control of his body.

      “Now then, why don’t we wash away the day’s dirt,” the unreadable maid prompted. She led him to the room’s bath. Without acknowledging his suddenly changed appearance, she deftly operated the shower head and washed his whole body.

      “Oh please no…stop! Ah!” The foamy sponge aroused his nipples and groin. To the maid they were probably just areas that needed to be cleaned when bathing a person, but to him, wrapped in his sensitized woman’s body, the stimulus was too strong.

      The maid finished her work briskly and wiped his body down. He returned to the room with a towel tucked around his chest where the maid proceeded to efficiently dry his now back-length hair with a blow-dryer.

      “You! What – are – you?!” he said in a voice that sounded squeezed out of a body that moved against his will – a body that had become that of a beautiful woman.

      “Room service, sir,” the maid answered in that flat tone.

      His skin was pleasantly dry, the day’s grime washed away. He felt quite refreshed.

      “And now it’s time to change clothes.”

      “Wh—whaaat?!” The maid unlatched the huge trunk she’d brought and pulled out the contents. “Wait, that’s—” The maid held something gold in her hands. It was something that might be called a leotard which flashed a lot of thigh. That it was not a mere leotard was revealed through its accoutrements. A pair of black fishnets and a headband with bunny ears went with it. Together, it was the outfit of a golden Playboy bunny! “There’s no way…You can’t be thinking of trying to make me wear this…”

      “That is precisely what I am thinking, sir.”

      “This is no j-joke. Who in hell would—” With great effort he managed to stand up, but it wasn’t enough to take back control of his body.

      “I see. Then I’ll not force you into it,” she said, sounding like a talking doll.

      “Ah. Well then.” He put a hand to his heart (and huge bosom) in relief.

      “You shall put it on yourself.”

      “Wh—!” In that moment, the towel that had been covering him from chest to knees slipped to the floor. Once again the naked female body was laid bare. His hand reached for the bunny ensemble, grabbed the thong (which looked like a handful of strings to him), and began to pass it through his alluring set of legs. “Ah…ahhh…” His face quivered with embarrassment and though he resisted desperately he could not stop himself.

      Once he had put the thong in place, it was the panty hose’s turn. First he thrust in a hand to reel it in and then plunged his leg inside. “Stop this…,” he said. When the hose had come up beyond both his legs and even his thighs, he jerked it upward until it clung to his groin. His breasts were in full view the whole time. Next, he took the fishnets in hand and threaded them up his legs in the same way. “No…Oh, stop…” He wasn’t being dressed: he was dressing himself. He just couldn’t get it through his brain.

He tugged at the fishnets to adjust the position of the back seams so that they ran up from his heels to his ass.

      “And now for the crucial part,” the maid added, needlessly.

      The golden bunny suit clinked lightly as if it was fitted with metal when his delicate white fingers picked it up. “No, no. Not that, anything but that…,” he objected as if he might cry, but he couldn’t disobey his willfully moving body. He pushed down the zipper at the back, spread the fabric, put one foot in and then the other. “Nooo…” The bunny suit rubbed against the fishnets as it climbed the stairway of his legs. The rustle of it tickled his ears. When it was time for his round butt to pass through the waist of the outfit it got jammed, but with a jerk it slipped over. Before long, the high crotch fit snuggly between his thighs.

“…!!” How did he withstand such torment?

Then he did up the hooks at the back. The front area was curved and reinforced with metal bits so that the large breasts were very nicely halfway covered. When the hooks were finally done up (straining because his boobs were so very big), the maid, who had come round to his back at some point, pulled up the zipper with a yank. “Kyaaa!” he squeaked. In an instant his waist squeezed in and his tits pushed up to show his cleavage to excellent advantage.

“Ah…Ahhh….” He gazed down at his own body. The cleavage of the overlarge breasts made it hard for him to look, but the bunny leotard (more like a swim suit really) showed off his flat stomach. The lurid fishnets covering his voluptuous legs accented them sensually. The bunny suit was of the latest construction – it was solidly built, and so long as his breasts held it up it wouldn’t slip down, even without shoulder straps. Moreover, the glittering gold radiated brilliance to the point of reflecting the surrounding room.

“We are not quite finished yet,” the maid said. She stuck a white garnish on his backside.

His foot moved and then seemed to lift – it had slipped into a golden high heeled shoe that the maid had laid out without him noticing. He staggered, straightened the leg, and then did the same with the other foot. “Woah…” It felt like he’d stepped up onto a step ladder. The sides of his toes hurt, and he thought he might pitch forward.

      “Please take a seat.”

      She needn’t have said it – his body was already moving to sit down. And then, without any time to despair over the charming figure reflected in the dresser’s mirror, his hands reached for the makeup that the maid was setting out. First, he snapped on a bow tie and collar, then a pair of similar cuffs on his wrists. Before he knew it, he had applied foundation and blush, stuck on some false eyelashes, painted on some mascara, and then…smoothed on some lipstick. All with his own hands.

      “H-how could I…this is ridiculous…,” he said. As he spoke, he put on some earrings and painted his nails a bright red.

      At last, the maid impassively announced, “I suppose this will do,” as his manicure dried. He realized that she was holding up the room’s one full-length mirror and he was able to take in the whole, stunning figure. It was an entrancingly lovely playboy bunny, wrapped in a golden bunny ensemble. “This is…me?” The bunny in the mirror spoke along with him, but he just couldn’t believe it. When he glanced over at her the maid was snapping photos from different angles. His body curved loosely, emphasizing its cleavage, and put a seductive expression on its face. All without his say so.

      “And now please go do some shopping,” the maid said.

      “Huh! What are you saying? You want me to go out in public in this getup?!”

      “Yes.” She was rummaging through her trunk again. “Your garment has no pockets so you can’t carry a wallet.”

      Well, yeah. He’d never heard of a bunny girl costume with pockets. A miniature suit coat might have some but he wasn’t wearing one.

      “In that case, I’ll just put this in here, ok?” The maid stuck a rolled-up 10,000 yen bill into the valley of his bosom.

      “Kyaa!” the playboy bunny shrieked charmingly. The maid looked at her askance, then stuffed the curled bill farther down her cleavage. In so doing, it no longer looked like there was something strange about to jump out from between her tits.

      “Now then, we don’t want to arouse suspicion with your attitude problem. I’ll go ahead and feminize your diction and poise.”

      “The fuck?!”

      “The change is complete,” said the maid in her emotionless voice. “Try it and speak.”

      “Like, what do you meeeaan….” The playboy bunny covered her mouth with her hands. How cute! “Ohh, what’s going oooon? I’m[1] totally talking normally but the words are being like, changed…How meeeaan….,” she whined. Even his body language was girly.

      “You needn’t be alarmed. Your will and thoughts remain those of a man,” the maid said.

      One could say that this was, in fact, more cruel.

      “How about you go out and eat a beef bowl?” she continued.

      “Huuuuh?!”

      “There’s a place not five minutes’ walk from this hotel.”

      “You’re crazy if you think I’ll –”

      “There is no law saying playboy bunnies can’t eat beef bowls like everyone else.”

      “Well, no but –”

      “And you have the money.” She looked pointedly at the boobs which hid the rolled up 10,000 yen bill. Yes, money he did have.

      “It’s absurd…”

      “I shall be waiting in the room. Once you have finished your meal, please come back and knock.”

      “Listen to me when I’m talking to – Oh jeez, not again, my bodyyyy!” The playboy bunny leisurely walked out of the room with a sway to her hips reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe.

      As he’d predicted, when he passed the front desk of the hotel, the clerk’s eyes bugged out. In response, his body blew the man a kiss with a simultaneous lascivious wink. Because nobody could say that extreme cosplay was technically illegal, the clerk could only see the bunny off with a stiff, twitching face. And…there was another reason he couldn’t move from behind the desk. Yes, his face wasn’t the only thing that was stiff and twitching.

      When he stepped out into the busy downtown area, the surrounding eyes all trained on the playboy bunny en masse. Walking jauntily in her heavy high heels, she was enough to make passersby stop in their tracks. The gazes glued to her body made him scream on the inside, ‘Oh no, everyone’s looking at me…Me, in this humiliating outfit…Don’t look! Don’t look at meeee!”

      The eyes of the guys across the street popped out of their heads. Passing men locked their eyes on her without caring how it made them look. Well, wouldn’t you wonder what was going on if you saw a golden playboy bunny walking down an everyday downtown street?

      A man walking with his girlfriend grinned at her, and then got yelled at. Two high school girls were looking her way and letting out gleeful shrieks. A pair of secretaries was giving her cold stares that said, ‘What is with that exhibitionist slut?’

      ‘No, you got it all wrong! I ain’t walking around outdoors because I like it or anything! My body…it’s moving on its own….Aaaarh!’ he thought.

      The bunny had drawn the attention of a couple of high school boys who were excitedly shouting something. A sober middle-aged businessman adjusted something between his legs as he passed, then hunched over a bit. Perfectly understandable…Two burly and bronzed tough guys stared and then positively leered. ‘Don’t…I’m a…I’m a man…I was changed into this…’ He wanted to squirm at the grotesqueness of it all, but his body wouldn’t comply. His long hair brushed along his exposed back; everywhere else was chilled.

      He arrived at the beef bowl restaurant before he knew it. He pushed the button to trigger the automatic door.

      “Welcome to—” the waiter’s voice stopped at the surreal sight of the golden playboy bunny that suddenly appeared in his shop. “W—welcome!”

      She sat at the counter seat closest to the back of the shop. There were no other customers in that area. She sat her fishnet-covered bum down and slowly turned to survey the rest of the shop. Everyone inside was gawking at her. She purposely crossed her net-wrapped legs so they were more easily visible in profile. Then she turned back to the server at the counter. One perfectly red nail pointed at the menu.

      “You’ll have the medium beef bowl then?”

      The playboy bunny nodded vigorously. Adorable!

      “One medium beef bowl, coming up.” The young male server ducked away hastily with cheeks stained red. He’d probably never seen a playboy bunny in person before. It wasn’t impossible. It was his first time too, after all.

      The other customers looked like they were at a complete loss – it wasn’t clear whether they did or didn’t approve. Outside the shop the crowd she had no doubt brought with her was peering into the window as one.

      She gobbled down the beef bowl without caring if her pretty makeup might smear on the dish. Once it was empty she put it down and raised her hand to call the server.

      “You’d like your bill?” he asked.

      The playboy bunny gave a perfunctory nod.

      “Um, that’ll be 270 yen.”

      The bunny pushed in her tits. The (now flattened) rolled-up 10,000 yen bill was revealed.

      “Um, miss, I…”

      “Your money is right here,” she said. The voice was that of an experienced wicked woman enticing a young man. It just came out.

      “Miss…um…I could get in trouble…”

      “If you don’t take it, you won’t get your money.”

      At his wit’s end, the young man went to fetch his manager from the back. A senior employee emerged wearing manager-like spectacles. This man didn’t hesitate. “Well, please excuse me for taking the liberty.” With that peculiarly polite greeting, he plucked the rolled-up bill from her cleavage.

      “Ohh!” she said as if she felt it intimately.

      “Ah! I’m so s-sorry!” the manager stammered.

Her face went ahead and flashed a grin. “Oh, it’s fine,” she said, then swiveled around. Her long hair swung wide.

“Ah miss! Your change!!”

“Keep it.”

“It’s against our policy! Miss, please!”

She ignored the young server’s voice and swayed her playboy bunny hips out of the shop. Once again trailing a bunch of people as she strutted down the busy downtown street, she returned to the hotel.

He banged on the door of his hotel room.

“Welcome back,” the maid greeting him without any warmth. “How did it go?”

“It didn’t go at all! I almost like died of embarrassment… I did die!” Spoken as the words were with the automatic feminization, he really sounded like he would cry.

“Oh, was it embarrassing? Truly?” said the maid, getting up in his personal space.

“O—obviously… I… I’m a man ya know….” The words themselves were nothing special, but when paired with the sweet, bell-like playboy bunny voice, they had a sultry resonance.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re lying. The truth is, being seen by so many people, wearing such embarrassing clothes… It excited you, didn’t it.”

“What!” His face turned red. “Don’t be stupid! There’s just no way!”

“Well, there’s no need to lose your temper,” she said, and smoothed her hand down the back of his bunny suit.

“Ah!”

“Here you are, turned into a woman… You mustn’t waste this chance.”

“N-no…Wh-what’re you thinking…?” a frightened playboy bunny stammered.

The maid threw the bunny girl down on the bed. “Kyaaa!” She leaned down over her with her duvet-like skirt. “Nooo! S-stop, sto—” Her protests were cut off by another mouth forced against hers. The maid had forcibly started kissing her. At the same time, one hand crept between her legs and some fingers were thrust into the top half of her protruding breasts. The rest was the work of but a moment. Her hard-to-remove playboy bunny outfit was taken off by skilled hands, which also slid themselves all over her body. “Ahh, ah! Nnnnn, ahhh…!!” She sucked her nipples and played with her underbelly, and that was enough to send her to heaven.

When he regained awareness once again, the maid was also bare naked, and he discovered that she sported a cock and balls that rivaled his own! The intimacy of the two gorgeous women lasted for many hours. The room got into quite a state due to the sweat and other fluid that flew in every direction.

 

When he came to, the maid had returned to her earlier appearance, wrapped up sharply in her maid uniform. How efficient of her. “You might want to take another shower,” she said, back to monotone. She was putting away the used bunny suit and stockings in a plastic bag like they were dirty laundry. Quite efficient indeed. “If that will be all, sir,” she announced briskly, and then left without a hair out of place.

She left behind one totally wiped out female body. He looked at the wall and saw his suit jacket, slacks, and tie just as he’d left them. As though giving into despair, he let his breasts abide by the laws of gravity and slink down his sides, then fell asleep.

 

The wake up function of the room rang out. He flew awake into the fully bright morning sunshine and glanced around. The room was just as wrecked as it had been the night before. And…he had his man’s body back.

His shoulders slumped (in relief?), and then he dialed the front desk. “Yes, hello? About the room service yesterday…The new scenario was pretty interesting. Yeah, not bad, not bad at all. Didn’t know what was coming next. This is why I come to this hotel you know. Oh, and get me those photos asap. I look forward to seeing them. Yeah, put them together into one of those photo collections like last time. Money’s no object. What? Next time? Right, well…I’ll leave the clothes and scenario to you. Oh yeah – a male navigator wouldn’t be a problem. Right. The “Experienced Client Package.” Yes yes, I’m prepared for the cost. Yeah, that’ll be all. All right then, until next time.”[2]