A maid outfit

The closest option was best described as a French maid outfit as Abby rushed to throw on. Nervously hoping that the fastest option was the right one.

First the headband, then slipping into the dress and apron which cupped her breasts and body just right, then slipping on her white frilly stockings showing off her lovely thighs, and finally the shoes.

Just as the last bit comes on the timer beeps and her heart pounds in her chest. “Good choice.” The voice says and a door opens up to reveal a feather duster and other cleaning supplies in a bedroom. “Your next task is to clean this room.

Abby simply nodded and grabbed the gear and got to work. It was oddly soothing cleaning the windows, fixing the bed, and dusting the room. And it felt so nice not to be wearing panties keeping her nice and cool.