Chapter 25
by 
Ai-R
What's next?
Apron ---> Lacy-White Corset
My mind is awash with possibilities. A change of figure; a change of clothes, a change of heart... Where would it start? My 'apron?' My uniform? I imagine myself the fabric tightening into a 'lacy-white corset' like the Princess' black, but white - from the source material... The words change again. Why? I feel like there's a pattern I could find here, but the world shifts, I lose focus, and I feel my dress tighten against my sides.
Ah, if only I were of the liberty to go without such a frumpy garment. At least I can get away with ditching the apron. Still, the rest of the uniform isn't negotiable and - while it's certainly to the taste of many - it does present a certain obligation I'd rather do without.
Where was I again...? My thoughts reel as the magic of the mirror pulses. I was... fantasizing, right? Yes. About how I might change and be corrupted. At this point, I'd take nearly any excuse to get out of this droll line of work.
(maid, wavy light-green hair, lacy-white corset, maid uniform, seductive smile, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)
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