Katy started. "You know I'm your only real friend, so I think you owe me something. Go upstairs and grab that french maid dress you told me about." I didn't dare argue with her. She was right, I had nobody else. I headed upstairs and looked through the uniforms. Everything was on a hangar and was sorted by outfit. Every hanger held the complete outfit, down to the bra and panties. The shoes were right below as well. You picked up the whole set and hurried back to the living room where Katy was waiting for you.
"Okay, now strip!" Katy was loving this. She giggled as you pulled off your boots, followed by your shirt and pants. Lastly came off your bra and panties. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, naked and exposed as a girl. Katy took a good look at your boobs with obvious jealousy. She helped slip on the push up bra that the outfit came with, which shoved your boobs into your face. Next came the panties. Katy helped you struggle into the tiny black dress, with a ruffled skirt. It had a massively low neckline, showing off all of your chest. You put on the little headpiece it came with, and the knee high stockings. Lastly came the black heels, which somehow your body knew how to walk in. It seems your body remembered how to move as if you really were Evette. You looked in the mirror, you were quite the girl to look at. You noticed Katy drooling over how good you looked.
"Okay, first thing's first. What I want to do first is....."
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