As you scan the contents of the dresser, something catches your eye. It's a classic French Maid outfit. You chuckle, though somewhat nervously, at the thought of wearing something like that, and continue to browse.
But while you look at other outfits, you keep turning your attention back to the maid uniform. Something in the back of your mind is telling you to try it on.
After what's happened to you so far, you're sure that putting on something like that would be just asking for trouble. But that nagging little voice in your head is getting stronger. You stare at the uniform, nervously biting your lip as your mind struggles with the decision.
Finally, you give in. You'll try it on for a few minutes, then take it right off, you tell yourself as you grab the uniform and a few other items.
You step behind the privacy screen and reluctantly remove your male clothes, allowing you to view your new body in full. It's still rather disorienting to look down and see a body that isn't your own, and you can feel yourself blushing as you give your breasts a poke or two.
But you soon turn your attention back to the clothing you picked out, taking a white pair of panties and quickly sliding them up your legs. You then fumble around for a while trying to put on the lacy white bra you picked out, but eventually it is fastened comfortably.
Next comes a pair of stockings, which you slip over your legs, and a garter belt that you fasten around your waist and attach to the stockings.
You still have the feeling that something isn't quite right about this, as you hold the maid's dress out in front of you. In spite of your doubts, though, you put the dress on. You look down to see that the cut of the dress displays a generous amount of cleavage, and you blush again. Feeling thankful that the short, poofy skirt at least reaches mid-thigh, you tie your apron in back.
Completing your outfit with the headpiece and a pair of black leather pumps, you exit from behind the privacy screen. Your first few steps in heels are wobbly, but you find that walking in them becomes natural to you rather quickly.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gasp. You do make a rather lovely maid.
Momentarily forgetting your troubles, you smile at your reflection and start to pose. You stand up straight, with your hands folded at the front of your skirt, and bow your head. "How may I be of service?" you say, giggling slightly.
Suddenly, you begin to feel lightheaded, and you lose your balance. You put a hand on the bed to steady yourself, and the other on your head, as you attempt to collect your thoughts. What just happened?