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Chapter 3: The Uniform

I watched her skirts sway around her as she walked, trying to catch a glimpse of her panties. I knew I wanted to take them off her, but part of me was also weirdly excited by the idea of seeing more lace. Putting it on wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but something about more frills got me excited — especially since it meant I was going to get laid.

That's why you're so excited, I told myself.

Violet threw open the heavy, ornately-carved wardrobe doors to reveal an extravagant array of brightly-colored dresses, each dotted with bows and finished with sprays of lace and fringes of ruffles. Beneath them were towering high heels in various shades of nude and black, some shiny, some matte, all sexy. I'd never really noticed shoes before, not like this.

Grinning, the maid selected a powder pink dress with white pinstripes and tossed it on the bed. It collapsed with a girlish sigh, ribbon ends trailing over the edge of the mattress. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, transfixed by some combination of horror and arousal. My cock was still standing straight out in front of me — from Violet's work, of course — as my stomach churned.

"Why can't I wear a black one?" I pouted.

If I really have to wear a dress, I'd at least like it to be in a less humiliating color.

"You'll get one of those when Madame Belmont decides you're ready," she explained, rifling through the closet.

"When I'm 'ready?'" I asked, heart skipping a beat. "What does that mean?"

Violet grinned broadly like she had some secret. "If you do well enough this summer, she'll allow you to stay on full-time."

"I think I'll only be here for the summer," I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, of course," Violet said, her tone plainly unconvinced. "Now stop making me wait for your big, hard cock and get dressed."

I grinned. That's why you're doing this.

She showed me how to put on the stockings first, a sheer white silk embrace that electrified my skin as I rolled them up my legs. My cock twitched as the lace tops settled into place, Violet giving me a knowing smile.

"Aren't they just lovely?"

"Yeah," I breathed. "They really are."

There was nothing weird about that — men noticed women in beautiful clothes all the time. It was totally normal to develop a taste in them after a while. Lace was meant to be attractive. Short skirts were supposed to be alluring. Panties were designed to be pretty.

But I caught myself. You're doing this so you can sleep with her. Not because you're enjoying it.

"Doesn't it feel so nice to put on sweet things like this?"

"I guess," I said, swallowing hard.

Next came the garter belt, high and constricting and dripping with embroidered, floral lace. A large pink bow was set over the rear, the tails brushing against my cheeks. Violet showed me how to clip it to my stockings, and the gentle upward tug sent sparks coursing over my skin again. I suppressed a shiver, hoping that Violet didn't notice how much I was enjoying it.

It's normal for it to feel good.

But was it normal to be this excited?

She helped me into the tiny pink dress, zipping it up my back. The high collar brushed against my jaw as it settled it into place. Next came the petticoat, a burst of white silk and lace that held the tiers of my ruffled skirt out at nearly straight angles from my body. My arms emerged from puffy balloon sleeves, my legs from the cloud of white. It made me feel… something. The word was on the tip of my tongue, close but just out of reach.

The clothes were heavy. It was a surprise — I had always expected that girl's clothes would be delicate and light and easy. They looked so beautiful and graceful, I had assumed that they would feel like that to wear. Not that the weight of it was bad. The pink and white satin squeezed my body, the petticoat swishing around my legs with even the tiniest movement, the garter belt tugged deliciously at my stocking as I teetered around the room in my heels. All of it was a constant reminder of what I was wearing — and how it made me feel.

As if my apparently-permanent erection wasn't reminder enough.

"Honestly, Aidan, that looks really good on you," she chirped, her heels clicking softly on the floor as she circled me. "You have astonishing legs."

"Really?" I asked, surprising myself with how hopeful I sounded.

She stood in front of me and grinned her mesmerizing grin. It was all I could do to stop myself from throwing myself at her.

"Really," she said firmly, turning and picking something off the floor.

I ran my eyes up the long seam on the back of her leg, following the curve of her stocking top and the thin line of her garter strap before it disappeared beneath the lace-trimmed edge of her black satin panties. Just that view was enough to get me hard. Knowing I'd soon be able to see what was beneath those panties was enough to get me to put my own on.

And because of how it makes you feel.

The thought flashed through my head, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Before I had time to reflect on it, Violet turned back, holding my shoes. They were heels that made a hollowing clicking sound as she deposited them on the bed. Shiny black with small bows set in the back and a thin strap where the ankle would go. A tall, slender heel that made my legs hurt just to look at.

"Those too?" I asked, unsure if the idea made me more or less excited.

"Those too," she answered. "And then you're in the uniform."

"Uniform? Like what you wear?"

"Looks like you're wearing it too."

"Sure, but only because you asked," I retorted.

"You were very eager."

"You're very attractive."

"And so is the dress, right?"

"It's beautiful," I said.

"I think it suits you," Violet grinned, and the compliment made me begin to swell in my panties. "A pretty new maid."

Why do I like hearing that so much?