Chapter #12Trying on your uniform by: PX114   Your mind whirls as you frantically search for a way out. There has to be a way out, right? But no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to figure out an alternative. You are trapped. With a glare, you stomp over and grab the box, heading into the bathroom to change.
It takes a little bit of fumbling around, but after about thirty minutes—part of that time simply spent psyching yourself up to emerge from the bathroom at all—but when you do Josh’s wide grin makes you wish you had a place to hide. “Looking good!” He says, laughing. “Now, why don’t you get to work cleaning, I’ve got a TV show I’ve been dying to catch up on. He grabs a remote and begins scrolling through channels as you take your first, wobbly steps through the apartment.
Cleaning the place takes even longer than usual in your new “uniform.” You are forced to take small, slow steps to keep from toppling over in the heels. Fed up, you try to take them off at one point, only for Josh to stop you. “Those are part of your uniform.” He said with that same grin you are quickly growing to truly hate. With little choice you continue slowly making your way through the apartment, cleaning as you go.
The entire time your chest has been tingling like crazy. You wonder if the material is rubbing against it or something. You hope you can get changed out of this outfit soon; being dressed like a French maid is obviously utterly humiliating. Kicking yourself yet again for not only cheating, but getting caught, you continue on your rounds.
Between the heels and the embarrassment and anger clouding your mind—you are wearing a thong, of all things! It takes you over an hour longer than usual to finish your tasks. On the plus side, you finally managed to work out a way to walk in the heels that didn’t have you falling over every few minutes. In fact, it almost started to feel….normal walking in them.
“I’m done.” You tell Josh, folding your arms across your chest. “You are done….what?” He asks, looking at you with that same grin. You stifle a growl and reply “I’m done….sir. Can I get changed out of this ridiculous outfit yet?” Josh nods, but then adds “don’t lose your uniform, you’ll be wearing it again soon.”
Fighting the urge to check the whole thing out the window you change back into your male clothing. Glancing in the bathroom mirror you frown. Was it just you, or was your blond hair a bit longer than you remembered it being this morning? Your chest definitely felt sore. Maybe it was just a stress reaction? You’d have to go in and get a haircut soon, right now you couldn’t worry about it. You had assignments to do.
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