Why Did You Use The Remote Controller?

 

"Pourquoi?" Andrew fumed as he glared at his roommate Max, clearly irritated by what his roommate had done to him. "Pourquoi avez-vous utilisé la télécommande?"

"Oh shit!" Max gasped in shock as he realized what he had just done. "The remote worked. The remote actually worked!"

Andrew and Max had been roommates for the last two years when one day, the two of them received a strange package from an unknown person. The package was clearly meant for someone else, but instead of sending it back to its rightful owner, they decided to open it and see what it had inside.

To their initial disappointment, it was just a remote controller with a large pad.

But disappointment soon turned into intrigue as they soon discovered that apparently, the function of the remote controller was to 'transform' anyone into whatever was typed on the pad for a specific amount of time. With such an odd description, Andrew, always the more prudent of the two, veered on the side of caution. On the other hand, Max was too curious to see if the remote controller could actually do what it advertised. So without a moment's notice, Max grabbed the controller, typed in the first idea that came to his mind and pointed it at Andrew, only for a bright flash to appear once he pressed the transform button.  

The bright light only lasted for a single second, but once it disappeared, Andrew was no longer there. Instead, in his place there was now a red-headed beauty wearing a pair of thigh-high stockings, two high heels, and a revealing black dress adorned with white-colored textiles around the neck and sleeves and an exquisitely-decorated apron of the same color around the waist. And from the look she was giving him, Max didn't have think too much to know that the red-headed girl standing right in front of him was pissed off at him.

"J'ai maintenant ces petits seins sous ma robe..." Andrew kept venting, cupping his new, petite breasts with one of his delicate hands just as he moved the other one towards the unfamiliar emptiness he now had between his thighs. "Et ma bite a disparu!"

"Eh, Andrew," Max interrupted Andrew as the man-turned-woman kept exploring his new body. "You know I can't understand anything you just said?"

"Comment ça, vous ne me comprends pas?"

"You've been kind of speaking French all this time."

"QUOI?!"

"Yeah..." Max responded as he nervously scratched the back of his head. "I may have accidentally specified for you to transform into a French-speaking French maid..."

"Vous m'avez transformée en une servante française qui ne parle même plus anglais?!" Andrew screamed right back at Max. "Vous êtes un idiot! Un gros, gros idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot!" Max tried to defend himself. "I just thought the remote wasn't going to work..."

Andrew wanted to keep chastising his roommate, but instead, he decided to take a deep breath just as he began to walk back and forth in order to calm himself down, seemingly undeterred by the fact that he was now walking on high-heels without an issue.

"Quand pouvez-vous me retransformer?" Andrew suddenly asked his roommate.

"Still don't understand anything you just said, but I'll assume you're asking me about when can I use the remote again to change you back."

"Oui."

"I'll take that as a yes," Max supposed as he then checked the remote controller. A few seconds passed until Max finally found what he was looking for, but once he did, his expression changed for the worse. "Andrew... it's going to be a whole month before I can use the remote to change you back..."

"Un mois entier?!" Andrew screamed at Max once again. "Que suis-je censé dire à tout le monde!? Que je me suis transformée en femme à cause d'une télécommande magique?!"

"I'm sorry!" Max apologized once again. "But there's nothing you and I can do about it..."

By this point, Andrew was too frustrated to keep talking to his roommate, so he decided to just ignore him and find a way to distract himself from all that had happened. And yet, to his own dismay, what he found himself compelled to do was grab a towel and start cleaning the kitchen. 

"Eh, why are you cleanin-"

"Ne m'interrompez pas pendant que je nettoie ce désordre!" Andrew cut Max before he could finish his question. Thankfully for him, Max got the message and left him alone, but unfortunately for him, that didn't change the fact that he was still cleaning the kitchen.

He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but the need to grab a towel and start cleaning the mess that was called their kitchen was too strong to resist. He guessed that his roommate's command not only had transformed him into a woman who could only speak French, but had also affected his mind, making him have a chronic need to constantly clean and keep the place tidy. Intentionally or unintentionally, his roommate Max had transformed him into the most stereotypical instance of a French maid.

But for now, the only thing Andrew could do was wait until a whole month passed so that he could finally transform back to his former self. And when that day arrived... he was going to make sure to teach Max a lesson that he would never forget...