A French maid dress

Finally switching off the shower, you push back the screen and blindly reach for the towel rail. You're surprised when your hand touches metal and not the soft cotton of a towel.

Locating your glasses, you push them onto your face...and let out a cry of bewilderment at what you see.

Hanging on the back of the door is a French maid's outfit.

With nothing else to use as cover and not wanting to be naked longer than you had to be, you struggle your wet body into the costume, worried about what Hannah had in mind for you.

A blush spreads across your face as you study your reflection in the mirror.

The skimpy, frilly skirt was far shorter than anything you would ever consider wearing; bend over too far and your arse would be exposed!

The blouse and corset pushed your breasts up, giving you a very revealing cleavage, the short sleeves not even reaching halfway to your elbows.

With no shoes having been provided, your wet feet slap on the hard floor as you open the bathroom door and slowly make your way downstairs, smoothing down your blouse and trying in vain to pull the skirt further down your legs. You are so wet from the shower that your outfit is already starting to look translucent.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you pause at the laughter drifting in from outside. Your toes curl up in embarrassment, struggling to come to terms with what you are about to do.

Taking a deep breath, you walk quickly through the kitchen and out into the garden.