The next day, as you returned from class, you found Josh sitting in the living room with a smirk on his face and a box on his lap. You knew that having returned home for the day, you belonged to him, and left your backpack in it's usual spot by the door as you walked up to Josh to ask what your first task of the day would be.
"Hi, Josh." you said, through gritted teeth. "What shall I start on first?"
"Actually, today, I have a gift for you." Josh said, calmly.
"A gift?" you asked.
"I've noticed that you've been getting your clothes all dirty and gross while you're cleaning, and that simply won't do."
"It's no problem, really." you insisted.
"No, no, I feel terrible about that. Which is why I got you this, it's a special outfit that you're to wear while doing any housework, that way you won't let your clothes become damaged."
"That's... really nice of you." you said, suspicious, but unsure of what he could possibly do to ruin this moment.
You figured out his game the moment you opened the box.
Inside the box, right on top, was a classic skimpy French Maid outfit, a black dress with a mini-skirt and peter pan collar, underneath, as you investigated, was a white apron, the mob cap, both covered in lace, a black push up bra and matching thong, a few pairs of sheer knee-high tights with lacy tops and a pair of black stiletto heels.
"You've gotta be kidding me," my jaw dropped.
"Don't think I don't hear your snide comments, you mentioned the other day that you felt like a glorified maid, and well, I figured you needed an appropriate uniform." Josh grinned evilly.
Even with the weird side effects taking their toll on you mentally, you knew this was wrong.
"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna wear this, any of this!" I dropped the box onto the couch. "You can't make me!"
"I think I most certainly can. My first call will be to your Professor, oh, no, wait, the Dean! And after you're expelled..." he trailed off.
I knew he had me over a barrel, it was why I went along with all the other crap in the first place. But crossdressing? Dressed like a maid? That felt like a step too far. But unfortunately, it was a step that I think I'd have to make carefully, so I don't fall flat on my face.
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