Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 22.

I looked at the uniform before me. My first thought was “how absurd that anyone would wear such a thing.”

As I cursed my ill fortune and muttered obscenities about Devina I slipped out of my clothes and started to dress in the ludicrous maids uniform. I pulled on the ridiculous stockings. Fishnets. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Then I pulled on a grossly over stuffed bra, complete with breast forms. How absurd. And yet, it did look rather compelling.

I put on the garter belt and attached the slim straps. My legs were still shaved from some of my own experiments, and as I caught sight of my reflection, I noticed my legs were vaguely sensual. I pulled on the silky panties, excessively frilly, which I suppose could be considered frivolous, and noticed how wonderful they felt. As I stretched and folded forward to exaggerate my bum, I watched my reflection, and felt fantastic. Looking in the mirror I could see I was indeed a changed man. How far things had moved these past weeks.

By the time I had pulled on the maids dress and fastened the filly white apron I found that in some strange way I was quite enjoying myself. Going to the mirror I applied a little blush, which by now I always carried. How remiss of Chantelle not to leave make up.