Novel & Cerita Maid Uniform

the senior maid instructed. “Ok…” I murmured hesitantly as I lifted my arms above my head. With what seemed like practiced motions, my two friends and the senior maid draped the two pieces of fabric over my shoulders and adjusted it until both ends were of equal length which fell down to around my ankles. While my two friends held the fabric in place, the senior maid tied a golden sash around my waist to hold the fabric in place. “All done,” she announced simply. “That’s…it?” I asked as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror.

I study her more closely, trying to read her body language, but she doesn't meet my gaze, keeping her eyes fixed on the task at hand. Her uniform is a crisp, black and white attire that looks impeccably clean and pressed. The dress itself is a classic maid's design, with a fitted bodice, a full skirt that falls just below her knees, and a white apron wrapped around her waist. The apron is adorned with delicate lace trim and a small, silver pin bearing the initials "I.M".

He looked at his butt and felt a bit weird about his tail, he had gone through a series of mental training just to get that thing in and he couldn't lie that he was scared that it'd suddenly pop out, like, he'd be seriously fucked up. Either way, he could always lie that since he had amnesia and having observed no symptoms of being an omega he had concluded he was normal, hopefully, it would work. Anyways, back to the maid outfit, it was a bit embarrassing for a boy but Dina was once a girl anyways even if she did have a dick... still, boobs don't lie now, do they? Other maids wore different choices of outfits as they are given about 5 choices to choose from which were Victorian (morning), V

"I can't take this." "Yes, you can.", Maya said sternly. "Pick one, or I will pick for you. Don't worry about returning it because Drake will probably rip it into shreds. I use these as disposable garments. Oh, tomorrow we can get negligees and costumes like a sexy nurse or a slutty maid. Caden loves cosplay, and I'm confident that Drake will get fired up when he sees you in it..." Talia was not sure how to respond to this. Any more fire and Drake will set the whole packhouse ablaze.

I don't know if I am imagining it, but my skin feels and looks more supple than it usually does. Within minutes, they are covering me in fabrics that I have never seen before. They are soft to the touch. “What is this?” I ask in a whisper. One of the maids smiles, as she leans down to touch the material herself. “It's one of the outfits that are supposed to be worn by the Alpha's mate. Especially during occasions like this.” I touch the material again. I feel a different kind of pride flood through my system. The second maid does my hair in the perfect French braid. My shoes are slipped onto my feet, and I realize that I have barely done anything except talk.

It was as if I was floating while doing all that, still unable to believe that in an instant everything had changed. I slept that night with my mind filled with thoughts about it. Even when I woke up the next day, there is still renewal. When I put on the new uniform, I noticed that it was much better compared to the stereotypical maids uniform. It is a plain black dress with pencil cut skirt up to the knees, short sleeves with white hem, and white collar with a royal blue scarf with the Ástron emblem. I tied the hair like the arrangement of the hair of other maids here. When it was over, I went out to go to Adeline's room.

- Adriah’s POV - I woke up early in the morning and changed into my maid’s uniform. Grandma had given it to me last night, saying that every maid was required to wear it by order of Jairah. It was a black and white dress that reached my knees. Not bad for me, I guess. I sighed, trying to cheer myself up. Once I get out of this castle, I’ll make sure to run far away… far away from this place, far away from my so-called mate.

This must have been prepared by Claudia. It's just that, the negligee that I usually wear for sleep, nothing there. All only transparent long dresses with low necklines and only small straps hanging from the shoulders. Using this, surely the curves of the body will be seen clearly. Thankfully, there are satin pajamas that usually I use to cover it up. Ouch! Why can't I take off this dress? My hand doesn't reach! "Need help?" whispered Mas Suma behind me. He had finished taking a shower, smelling fresh from it.

“The others are busy. You’re not. Now put it on, Maid Fifty-Seven.” I flinched. That number again. Not Isla. Not even Walker. Just a number stitched in red across my chest like I was part of the inventory. I swallowed my pride again and took the uniform from her. It was cleaner than anything I owned. Stiffer too. It smelled like starch and servitude. Maria grinned, satisfied, and shoved a tray into my arms. “Be careful. They’re high-profile guests. Try not to embarrass Mr. Voss. Or yourself.”

Sigrid carefully looked at the four costumes on the bed and compared them. The catgirl costume was made of the skimpiest material, similar to a bikini. The bunny costume showed the whole legs as if she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit. It also had a pair of black silk stockings in it. The buttons of the nurse's collar were not even sewn, so it must be a deep V collar. The most conservative costume was the maid costume. It covered a large area of her body and it also had socks.