{Chapter 25: Amnesia}

“Kyaaaa!”

I shudder as a small but strong orgasm rolls through me. So cutegasms do exist…

Maple and Cinnamon burst in. I realize I’m still wearing my strap-on. Then I realize my skirt covers it…and then I realize it’s holding my skirt away from my body. Looks of horror cross their faces. In all the time they’d known me, I chose to stick to my birth gender. I blush. I reach into the waistband of my skirt. “I-i-it’s not what it looks like!”

I find the buckle and press the button. It falls to my feet with a clatter, covered in Lexa’s anal juices. My blush cools down a little. Color returns to their faces. “D-d-did you just rape her?”

I shake my head. “She was acting weird during lunch. She was flushed, and her breath was quickening. I left, then turned to see her grinding, first against the table corner, then against the knob under the sink. My suspicions were confirmed, so I grabbed my strap-on and went in the kitchen, setting it down noiselessly. I asked if she was in heat, and she said yes, apologizing. I put on my strap-on to help her, then forgot to take it off. I was actually just about to go get you guys for our role-play…”

“We know…why do you think we got here so fast after she got hurt…?”

“She called us, mentally. She also said there might be…lingering consequences of her injury.”

“What do you mean?”

“She tried to tell us, but she was already gone. She also said she might be…different when she wakes.”

I put two and two together. “You think she might have amnesia, causing her to be stuck in the role-play mindset she had?”

“Maybe…I keep trying to contact her, but…nothing.”

“Me too.”

I hear a groan from behind me. An adorable voice speaks up. “Sorry I got hurt, mistress…but I’m ready to get back to work!”

She sounds like Senko…crossed with my natural voice.

I turn to look. Lexa’s sitting up in the bed. She stretches and yawns. She looks behind me. “Mistress! Why didn’t you wake me up? We have guests! It’s my job to take care of guests!”

She hops out of bed and walks toward the kitchen, bowing in front of each Maple and Cinnamon, almost ninety degrees. When she bows in front of Maple, she says “Welcome, Maple-sama.” To Cinnamon, she says, “Welcome, Onee-sama.”

They look at me. I look from them to Lexa and back again. I call after her. “Lexa!”

She pauses, hand on the kitchen door frame. She pivots on her heel. “Hai, Kanna-sama?”

I arch an eyebrow. “Sorry…I meant to say yes, mistress?”

“I think we should put the roleplay on hold. I want you to relax and take it easy.”

The look of confusion on her face is legitimate. She looks genuinely stunned by the words coming from my mouth. She looks at me quizzically. She bows respectfully. “Mistress, are you okay?”

A little bit of panic creeps into my voice. “What do you mean?”

She bows again. “Not to be rude, mistress, but I think you need to take it easy. My service to you isn’t, and never has been, a role play. I have served my mistress faithfully ever since she rescued me from those perverted slave traders when I was five. Over the two years since, I have grown to love my mistress as my surrogate mother and significant other. I take care of her, and she takes care of me.”

My eyes widen. I look at Maple and Cinnamon in abject terror. They look horrified, and their hands are over their mouths. “Question…do you know who Noah and Alex are?”

She just shakes her head. Then, she starts trembling. “C-c-can I go now?”

She realizes her dress is still covered in cum, drool, and pee. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her clothes change into a black pleated mini and a Himiko Toga ‘Waifu’ shirt. Wow…even her clothes resized!

“There’s nothing stopping you from peeing.”

“B-b-but they’ll hear!”

“And?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

She falls to her knees. Cinnamon walks into the bathroom. “Ummm…I’m not gonna ask about the mess, but why are there Lexa-sized panties and leggings on the sink…and why are the panties lacey!?”

I blush. “I was so concerned about her injuries that I forgot to put them on her.”

She walks back out. “So she’s commando?”

“Not quite…”

“Please don’t tell-Nyaaaa!”

A loud hissing noise starts as her dam bursts, flooding the diaper with pee. A small puddle grows between her legs, then gets absorbed by the diaper as it dries. She starts crying. Then, she looks at me. “You’re dismissed.”

She stands up. The diaper drips a little, leaving a half-dollar-sized puddle between her feet. “D-don’t look at it!”

“Lexa, it’s okay…I’m wearing a diaper too. Actually, I wet myself a few seconds before you did.”

“I can tell you’re wearing a diaper, but that diaper is fresh.”

“Why do you think I went into the bathroom? I needed to change my diaper. The reason you didn’t hear me pee was because I let it trickle out.”

She lifts her dress to show a diaper identical to Lexa’s. I see Lexa blush a little.

“Lexa, I’m serious…stop pretending! You’re not a maid, let alone mine, and you were never in the slave trade! Lay down, you need rest. The role-play is over!”

She stands there, looking like I just slapped her. Tears well up in her eyes. Finally, they run down her cheeks. She sniffles, then darts into the kitchen, grabs the mop, bleach, and a rag, as well as window cleaner. Using her powers to carry everything but the mop, she grabs the broom, then darts into the bathroom, taking the stuff with her. The door has barely slammed shut before she starts sobbing loud enough that it sounds like she’s right next to me. I hear her start cleaning, still sobbing. “How long do you think it’ll take her, with her motivated by a need to prove herself to you?”

The door opens a little and the stuff she brought in there floats to its proper place. I catch a glimpse of her tear-streaked face as she slams the door. “Not long.”

I hear her slump against the door and slide to the ground. Her sobs have quieted a little.

[5:10][Cinnamon] I look at Kanna. “I think you should just give her what she wants. These are clearly the ‘lingering consequences’ and being ‘different’ she was referring to. Maple, go find Alex…she might be able to fix this…”

“What about you?”

“Me? Well, isn’t it obvious? Turn around for a minute.”

She does. Maple scurries out of the apartment. I can faintly hear Lexa sobbing. When did she start sobbing again?

I pull a pleated mini the color of my hair out of my bag. I wriggle out of my dress and put the skirt on. I tug a pink lace bra out of the bag next. I take off my light blue sports bra and tug the pink bra on. I reach in and pull out a pair of lace bikini panties. I drop the ones I’m wearing. They turn into a puddle of fabric at my feet. Blushing, I stare at Kanna to make sure she’s not watching as I put on my panties. I start wobbling. Uh-oh…

I quickly look around for something to grab onto to balance myself. There’s nothing. My panties are only half-way up. I fall over, still trying to pull up my panties. “Waaaaah!”

I see her start turning around. “No, don’t turn around!”

But it’s too late. She’s seen me. Her eyes widen. She covers her eyes and spins back around. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

Peeking between her fingers at the ground, she walks backward until she’s behind and to the left of me, then side-steps behind me. She sits down. I’m clutching the back of my head where it hit the ground. My eyes are shut tight, tears leaking from under the lids. She cradles my head in her lap. “You okay?”

My face feels hot. “Nnnn…it hurts, but I’m okay…How much did you see?”

“Quick glimpse of it all. Also, if it makes you feel better, my skirt is the only thing stopping your hair from tickling my pussy. I’m commando too.”

I crunch as I reach to pull up my panties. The sudden stop makes me wince. My head is throbbing. I feel a vague burning in my pussy. God damn it…now I’m in heat, too?!

I lay back down, being careful to move slowly and deliberately. Sensing what the issue is, she slowly pulls me up so that she’s cuddling me. “So…can I be a maid, too?”

“Um…okay, I guess.”

Lexa’s sobs increase in volume. “I guess she heard that. I need you to let go. There’s something I need to do…”

She lets go and I stand up, carefully. “And what would that be?”

I cup my hand to my mouth and point to my ear. She stands up. I whisper in her ear. “My job may be the hardest of all…I have to be Onee-sama for her. We used to role-play, before the incident. That version of me must be the one she wants. She always played the part of a dominatrix younger sister.”

I look at her. "I need to do something to make her come out. Don't take this personally, okay?"

She nods. I take a deep breath, then glance at the bathroom. I cast my eyes downward. “I really don’t want to do this…but it’s for her sake.”

I slowly exhale, then breathe in. With an apologetic look, I let loose. “Kanna, what the hell! She’s devoted her life to serving you, and this is how you treat her!? Serving you is the one thing that makes life worth living for her. She had nothing. Being saved gave her a purpose. Now you’re dismissing her? Who are you to take away the one thing that makes her happy!? Is she just some toy to you?! You’re just a bitch, not even worth the effort I’ve put into yelling at you.”

The door to the bathroom was behind me, so I didn’t know that the door was open. No sooner than I finish talking, I feel something slam into my back. Arms lock around my stomach. “Nyaa-uhn!”

I hit the ground, getting the breath knocked out of me. A split second later, Lexa lands on top of me. The base of my tail bends the wrong way. “Nyeoooooow!”

Tears stream down my face. She rolls me over, straddles my legs, and grabs my wrists with one hand. I laugh. “So the recluse is alive!”

Tears are streaming down her face, too. “Nobody insults the Mistress and gets away with it!”

Sobbing, she rains down weak, half-hearted blows. Finally, she lets go and collapses, sobbing, into my chest, sliding her arms under me and squeezing tight. I stroke her hair. “You know I didn’t mean it right? I just wanted you to come out.”

In between sobs, she says, “You…meanie…”

I look at Kanna, who’s sitting there, fidgeting. “Mistress has something to say, I presume?”

“Lexa, I’m sorry. I must’ve been dizzy from earlier. I didn’t mean what I said. I should’ve listened to you.”

She gets down on her hands and knees, crawls over, and cuddles us. “Where would I be without my darling maids? Especially my attendant, who has been at my side for many years, through all of the bad stuff, sharing the good stuff, and laughing in between. I don’t ever want to let you go.”