A french maid uniform!

(chapter originally by Teraton at writing.com)

Mackenzie stared at the skeletal robot, her expression caught somewhere between relief and **** at the tacky costume it was wearing.

"...Really?" she said, looking at Willow.

"They're clothes, aren't they? Come on! Unless you want to keep sitting there naked!" Willow said, seemingly very, very eager to see Mackenzie in a french maid outfit, for some reason. "Here," she said, "let's get this thing off the ghoul and onto you..."

As Willow held the bony, plastic limbs straight, Mackenzie sighed and started working the comically cartoonish maid outfit off the thing. Sadly, no one had seen fit to give the skeleton any accompanying lingerie, so the dingy, dusty uniform was the only layer she'd get to wear. She hurried to get dressed (Willow occupied for the moment by lugging the heavy animatronics into a corner, rather than letting her eyes roam free over her changing companion), but at the end, she still wasn't exactly thrilled with the results....

The dress was small; size didn't matter much when you were dressing a skeleton. Combined with the lack of underwear.... her breasts were all but bursting out of the corset style front of the outfit, and the hem of her skirt didn't quite cover her backside, and would reveal even less if she stopped standing straight.

"Aw, you're not going to wear the hat and choker?" Willow said, smirking.

"Har-har," Mackenzie responded, "let's just, get out of here...."