Agree to model for him as he takes me to his office in the back

He took my hand and led me to the back of the shop, where a small office was hidden behind a curtain. The space was cluttered with boxes and racks of costumes, but there was a comfortable-looking armchair in the center of the room. He gestured for me to sit down, and I obliged.

The old man disappeared behind a stack of boxes, and when he returned, he was holding a black and white maid costume, complete with a frilly white apron and a pair of knee-high lace-up boots. He held it out to me, and I hesitantly took it from him, my fingers trembling.

The old man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched me strip off my clothes, his gaze lingering on every inch of exposed flesh. I felt a flush of humiliation creep up my neck as I pulled on the skimpy maid costume, the fabric clinging tightly to my skin. The old man's breath quickened, and I could feel his eyes on my every movement. The costume was tight and revealing, leaving little to the imagination.

"Mind if I take some pictures for my website. I think many ladies and sissies will want to purchase that outfit if they see you wearing it."

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