Shit. Willem woke up with a start. These smooth legs felt off, and what was that bouncing on the chest when he jolted upright...?
Upon closer examination that looked very much like the boobs of his bang maid Laetitia, one of the parts of her body he was very intimate with. She had been one of the few perks of fleeing to the island of Bourbon, or La Réunion as the caffirs had renamed it. The rich Afrikaner didn't think much of the lesser races, but her mixed racial traits made Laetitia one of the good ones - no wife material, or heaven forbid breeding material, but a very agreeable servant obediently taking care of his needs. Submissive and mild-mannered like an Asian, dumb and buxom like a nigress... Hm, very buxom, with a pair of tits that felt really nice...
"I see that you have already found out about the switch, and that you are enjoying it so far" cackled an elderly female voice.
Startled, Willem noticed only now that the last few minutes he'd been daydreaming about playing with Laetitia's tits. That was the normal part. Less normal was that at the same time he'd been actually playing with Laetitia's tits, and unlike usual wasn't so excited about fondling the tits as about having his tits fondled.
Willem turned around, but saw no one else in the room. "Who are you? Where are you? What have you got to do with this?"
"I am Kalla, Laetitia's great-aunt. I'm a tréter, one of the witch doctors of this island. And I am safely somewhere else, watching you through my scrying pool.
You've not been treating Laetitia very nicely, always taking advantage of her and then shoving her aside when you had your fun with her. The poor girl likes you and was hoping you'd eventually reciprocate, making her more than an employee and helping her struggling family. But after months you still pay her pennies to be your maid, and then have her please you for free.
So I decided to put your mind into Laetitia's body, to make see what it is like from her end."
Willem sneered. "She's just a half-caffir, there's no way I'd make someone like her a girlfriend or even a wife. And I don't care about anyone in her stinking caffir family, including you. I won't let them claw the wealth I have rightfully earned. And I am disappointed to learn that she is just a gold digger, I had thought she was one of the good ones."
He stemmed his fists against his hips and tried his best to look menacing in his cute new form. "You better switch me back, and fast. Or I will use my wealth and connections to make your life hell."
The witche's voice cackled loudly and gleefully. "What wealth? What connections? To the rest of the world you are Laetitia, a silly little girl who is unschooled, only fit to be a maid and, as you have put it, a 'half-caffir'. What are you going to do, run to the police and tell them a wild story of how you are actually a rich white man? No, no, no, my dear, that won't do. You better play along now with me - I promise that in the end you will have a chance to return to your old life."
Hesitantly, Willem agreed. It still seemed like savage mumbo-jumbo to him, but yet he nervously played with his lip in anticipation of the lessons the crazy witch would have prepared...
