Inside the wardrobe there is little room to move and it is impossible to avoid the titilating light rub of silks against your manhood whilst disrobing yourself. You have always been a little kinky in your like of womens garments but this is electric, so much that you are mesmerised by the sensual quality of the maids garments hanging on the racks before you.
You suddenly start to feel sleepy and weak on your feet so you quickly grab for the nearest dress hanger to avoid falling over and making a noise. You can hear voices outside, women's voices speaking some delicate foreign tongue that you cannot comprehend but worry that they might find you if you make a noise.
You feel more and more sleep and weak however, leaning your face into the soft black silk of the maids uniform before you. You haer someone move towards the closet and quickly duck behind the dress you have been leaning against, convinced someone is about to enter as you hear the handle of the closet door creak.
The door opens showering light from the room dazzling to your senses which have now adjusted to the dark. Quivering behind the uniform you panic that they young women might see you but she just takes a dress from the other end of the cloest and, glancing across in the direction of the dress behind which you are hiding, seems not to notic your shaking legs protuding from beneath the hem of it's skirt.
She closes the door and you find yourself wondering, amazed, how come she didn't see me? More over, how come I didn't see my quivering legs beneath the skirt of this dress either?
You take a moment to compose yourself, to make sense of what just happened. You check yourself over and comfortably confirm that you are securely draped from the hanger above and neatly pressed in between the similar black silk maids dresses in front and behind of you. Your hem is neatly tucked in, no creases in its pretty white lace trim and the boned bodice that is your face is as black and silky as the dress before you.
How silly of you to worry, no wonder she missed you. It's not that you're any less pretty than the dress she took, It's just that you are made for a larger girl than her. No point being jealous of the other dresses after all. You will all get you turn to be worn eventually, ... you hope.