A job's a job!

I look into the box and start taking out the clothes, starting with the heels and underwear. I place them in a pile on the bench and finish collecting the rest of the clothes in the box, placing the skirt and blouse in a separate pile. Ignoring the dildo, I begin to strip, putting my clothes in the box in such a way that the dildo would be covered. Eventually I find myself naked, ogling the feminine clothing with a strange curiosity.

"Customers will be here in ten! You're gonna need to hurry up, bitch boi!" The chef shouts through the staff-only area. My cheeks burned bright red from his comment. "Fucking... asshole..."

I slowly pick up the panties and slide them on, feeling them hug my dick and balls tightly. Taking the bra, I inspect it before placing my arms through the straps and clasping it together. The laced parts of the underwear made my skin tingle, the soft fabric rubbing against me. I couldn't lie, I found myself liking it. I pick up the skirt and find a small packet of stockings falling out of it. Groaning loudly, I slide them up my legs and exhale.

Okay, I think, now I've got the more embarrassing stuff over, now I've gotta put on the skirt, blouse and boots.

A few minutes pass and I find myself looking in the mirror of one of the lockers, blushing. Both the blouse and skirt seemed to show off my body, with the blouse revealing my lacking cleavage. The skirt fits me but also shows off my thighs, luckily not being high enough to reveal my bulge.

I smile, putting on the platform heels and wandering out of the locker room, walking towards the kitchen. It was time for work.