It had perhaps been a mistake for Victor to explore the seemingly abandoned mansion just outside town, but some mysteries he just couldn't resist, and this one had been around for as long as he could remember - no-one was known to live in the mansion, no-one had ever been seen entering or leaving it, the gates had never even been unlocked, and yet it remained perfectly pristine - the grounds were verdant and kept free of weeds and litter, the windows were intact and positively gleaming in all weather... in all respects, the manor was beautiful, well-maintained and, as far as anyone know, totally empty. It was a mystery that had gnawed at Victor for a long time, and tonight it was a mystery he intended to solve.  
Getting into the mansion had proved surprisingly easier than he had expected - both the door and the gate had been unlocked - and the interior proved to be just as pristine as the outside. Exploring the manor, Victor found no traces of dust or cobwebs, or anything else to suggest that the mansion was anything scrupulously well-kept. But other than this, there was still no sign of habitation. It was quite a while before Victor heard any sounds bar those of his own passage, but hear them he did - from deeper within the manor came the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Being careful not to make too much noise himself, Victor hurried to follow the sound. As he peered around a corner, he discovered both the source of the footsteps and an important clue to the question of who kept the manor so clean.  
In the room before him was someone clad in the garb of a particularly feminine French maid - not only was the dress itself a shocking pink, but many of its edges were decorated with ruffles and frills, and under the skirt were several layers of finely ruffled petticoat, holding the article of clothing broadly aloft around the wearer's waist. Under the current light, the fabric of the maid's dress possessed a distinctive sheen, as if it were made entirely of polished latex. Somewhat mystified, Victor peered a little closer at the maid as she slowly made her way through the room dusting various articles of furniture and decoration. On closer inspection, it seemed as though not only was her dress made of rubber, but her stockings and evening gloves as well, along with her shoes, and her hair... In fact, Victor was shocked to realise, the maid's entire body seemed to be covered in a shiny layer of pale pink rubber! Victor stared in renewed amazement at the rubber-clad maid, until she turned around and looked directly at him. As he quickly ducked back behind the doorframe, the maid's puffy shoulders gently shook in a silent giggle, though her face didn't change to reflect it. Though her make-up-rimmed eyes seemed permanently closed, she appeared to see Victor just fine, as he shyly peered around the corner again. With her full red lips and fingerless mitt, she coquettishly blew him a kiss before turning away and sauntering mincingly out of the room, petticoats rustling and bow-decorated tail swaying with her gait. As the door closed behind her, Victor emerged from his hiding spot, still astonished by his brief encounter with the rubbermaid, before crossing the room to follow her. Searching the hall beyond the previous room, there was no sign of the maid, although Victor could hear her footsteps dwindling away in the distance. His curiosity now well and truly piqued, he set off after her.  
It was quite some time before Victor's search turned up anything. As he entered a large dining room, he saw a person in a familiar pink dress deftly laying a tablecloth over the long table. For a while he thought he'd found the mystery maid, until he noticed that this maid possessed a pair of tall round ears, rather than the previous maid's vulpine triangles. As the lustrous latex-layered lagomorphic lady straightened up from smoothing out the tablecloth's creases, she noticed Victor standing in the doorway and waved to him, before mincing out of the room's other entrance like the first maid. So, there's more than one of them, Victor mused to himself as he made to follow the bunny-maid.  
Things continued in much the same pattern after that, Victor being led throughout the manor by a procession of maids, some remaining in his sight long enough to wave or blow him a kiss, some only allowing a glimpse of their bowed tail or the edge of their scalloped skirt vanishing behind a doorframe or corner. Still determined to figure out what was going on here, Victor diligently followed every one of the rubber maids, though his patience was starting to wear thin. Just as he was about to give up and go home, he saw the original maid (possibly - even among the wide range of species the maids consisted of, there seemed to be a number of foxes and assorted canids). She stood besides a door that opened into a dark passage, as though waiting for Victor. As his gaze fell upon her, she beckoned him over to her. The maids didn't seem to mind Victor following them, but this was the first time one had actively encouraged it. Intrigued by the suggestion, Victor obliged the maid's unspoken request and walked towards her and the door. Content that Victor was coming with her, the maid entered the passageway. The two descended the dimly-lit staircase in silence, save for their footsteps and the rustling of the maid's petticoats.  
The staircase went on for a long way, down beneath the rest of the mansion, before eventually opening into a similarly darkened basement. Arrayed in a circle around Victor was a crowd of the mansion's rubber maids, all emanating a sense of anticipation as if they were excitedly awaiting a ceremony of some kind. Under their collective expectant gaze, Victor was feeling increasingly nervous.  
The maid who had brought him down here stepped over to an ornate wardrobe that the other maids all stood clear of. As she opened it, Victor had a worrying inkling of what might be within... and as the maid stepped away from the now-open wardrobe, his suspicion was confirmed: the same rubber dress, gloves, stockings and shoes as the other maids were wearing. For all his wondering where the maids had come from, it seemed that Victor would now find out firsthand. He turned to leave, alarmed by this discovery, but a pair of maids quickly intercepted him and took hold of his arms. He struggled to escape their grasp but to no avail - as gentle as their grip was, it was as strong as iron, and thus he was powerless to do anything but squirm and protest as more maids crowded around him and stripped him naked. With his old clothes removed and taken away to who knew where, the lead maid nodded in approval and produced a pair of frilly latex panties from the wardrobe - pink, of course. Holding them out, she advanced on the restrained Victor and deftly drew them up his legs, settling them into place around his crotch. They were a snug, tight fit, though a surprisingly comfortable one. As soon as the lead maid had got the panties in place, pale pink rubber began oozing out of them, starting to subtly reshape his body. As the rubber sealed itself over his hips, they became gradually stiffer and less responsive, stymying his struggling.  
By this time, the lead maid was already fastening a corset around his stomach, slowly but surely pulling the laces taut. Victor gasped as the corset constricted his stomach, tighter and tighter, until finally the maid seemed satisfied and tied the laces off. As she stepped back to fetch more of Victor's new uniform, Victor tried to take a deep breath - it didn't come easily, but it seemed less of a problem than he'd expected. Whether he was acclimatising to it quickly or whether the maid simply hadn't tied it as tightly as he'd thought he couldn't tell... or whether the still-spreading rubber skin was having a more profound effect on his body than simply changing its colour. As this thought occured to him, he leaned forward to peer down at his legs, somewhat hampered by the stiffness of the corset. As he looked, the pale pink latex slid over his knees and started down his shins. Testing his legs, he found that the paralysis the latex had imposed on his hips now affected his knees too, leaving him practically rooted to the spot. The two maids holding his arms seemed to agree, as they relinquished their grip on his limbs, though they each laid one of their mitt-like hands on his shoulders in a friendly way.  
The lead maid returned once again, this time with a pair of long stockings draped over one arm and a pair of Mary Jane shoes in one hand. Kneeling before Victor, she put the shoes doen and held one of the stockings out. Acting on impulses not his own, Victor's leg lifted up (the two maids at his side helping to balance him) and lowered itself into the presented stocking, as the maid gently tugged it up to his thigh and meticulously adjusted it, before repeating the process with the second stocking. She then put the shoes on over them, with similar acquiescence from Victor's legs. Satisfied with the enrubbered state of Victor's feet, the maid returned to the wardrobe to fetch the petticoats. Made in a single unit, the layers of hundreds of pleats therein shifted and rubbed against each other with the slightest movement, that would cause any maid wearing it - and soon, by extension, Victor - to announce every step with a chorus of rustling and squeaking. Walking around Victor, the maid unfastened the petticoats and swept them around Victor's waist with a flourish, before re-attaching the two ends of the petticoat behind him. The maid lovingly fluffed the petticoats up, before going back for more of Victor's new uniform.  
While the maid had been dressing him up, the pink latex oozing over Victor's body had moved up beneath the corset and over his chest. Until now, he'd been too preoccupied with his legs acting on their own orders, but now he paid attention to the latex that had covered his upper torso in the meantime... and yelped in surprise at the ample breasts he now possessed. He stared aghast at his new endowments, barely noticing as the latex creeping along his arms forced them to point up, until the maids pulled something over his head, blinding him for a few moments. Soon enough though, they got the item in place over Victor, restoring his sight and allowing him to see the dress he was now wearing. As the lead maid slid evening gloves over his arms, Victor's neck was overtaken by the rubber, forcing him to look straight ahead. As if to punctuate this paralysis, the maid gently wrapped a wide choker around Victor's neck, before returning to the wardrobe for one more item. When she turned back to Victor, in her hands was a bouffant rubber hairpiece in the shape of a feathered bob cut, with cut-outs shaped for feline ears and a large decorative bow. The maid stepped forward and placed the wig on Victor's head with all the care and ceremony of a coronation.  
As the latex started to close over Victor's face, strange thoughts started circling through his mind; thoughts of domestic service, thoughts of feather dusters and frills, thoughts of giddily mincing with every step, pink and bubbly thoughts that weren't at all normal for him. The maelstrom of conflicting thoughts was deeply confusing for Victoria-- wait, what?! Victor! She was-- HE wasn't some sissy rubber maid just because the other maids had taken him and dressed him up in such a cute outfit-- no! He couldn't succumb to these maidly mind games. He wouldn't become a rubber-covered, sissified maid prancing about in a frilly dress looking oh so pretty and keeping everything nice and clean-- no!  
She... he... didn't know...  
The latex closed over Victor's face.  
But... did she need to know? Questions of identity were big issues, and Victoria was only a little maid... but maybe that would be enough for her? She had her job to do, and she would do it to the best of her ability, like a good maid should! She'd be diligent and do her best, and she'd be a useful maid! A good little pretty rubber sissy maid!  
Mais oui!

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Colin wondered if it was a mistake to explore the seemingly abandoned mansion just outside town, but the young mouse just couldn't resist the mystery. Someone was keeping the manor clean and well-kept, and he aimed to find out who it was.  
It had been a lot easier to enter the manor than Colin had expected, and it was just as pristine on the inside. He padded quietly through the richly decorated halls, trying not to make too much noise, and soon came upon a large drawing room, where he found the answer to his question.  
Going over the surfaces and ornaments of the drawing room with a feather duster was a particularly feminine feline French maid, wearing stockings, evening gloves and a short-skirted dress all coloured in a shocking pink, and worn over what looked like a pale pink skintight bodysuit. In the bright light of the drawing room, the maid's clothes all seemed to be made of highly polished rubber!  
Colin gawked in amazement at the rubber maid before him, as she finished dusting the knick-knacks on the mantlepiece and turned to face him. The maid looked directly at Colin and raised her hand to give him a coquettish wave and to blow him a kiss. She silently giggled as Colin shyly returned her wave, then turned away from him and minced out of the room, her long sinuous tail curving behind her, almost as if beckoning Colin to follow her.  
Whether the gesture was intended or not, Colin took the bait and followed her deeper into the mansion. The mouse had intended to find out the secret of the mansion and, like Victor before him and many other would-be mystery-solvers before him, would learn about it firsthand...