Boob Tube and Micro Skirt

. . In his hands is a hanger with a black faux leather boob tube and a matching pleated micro skirt. It had been a gag gift from a friend, and I can't recall I ever wore it. As I looked on in disbelief, and amusement in equal measure, I commanded, "You expect me to wear that to work?". As I spoke, he drops his head slightly and gave me those big puppy dog eyes he did at least once before. It worked then, too.

Amused and resigned to my fate, I let out an exacerbated sigh/laugh, tossing my hands up in the air, and comment, "Alright! The least I can do is put it on for you. I'd usually ask a gentleman to leave the room, but given that you have already seen me naked, and on multiple occasions, I think I'll forgo that step. I give him a sly look as I speak, amused and excited, despite myself, to have him watch me change.

Still facing his way, I pull my shortened tank top off, placing it on the edge of my dresser. My Jugs bounce quite spectrally when they came free, a fact not lost on my young male watcher. I pulled my skirt down from the sides, feeling how it moved and shaped my rear end as I pulled it down and off. I felt my ass cheeks jiggle as my skirt came off of them, pulling it down my legs by hand, bending over at the waist in the process. I realized what I show I must have been giving Joe, and when I glanced, I saw him intently watching my every move. I smirked at the idea, before placing my micro skirt on top of the tank top.

I gingerly put on the boob tube first and noticed to my chagrin that to get it to cover my mammaries, it left at least half of my breast exposed above its thin band of coverage. Worse, it still managed to leave some underboob visible also. I sighed, before pulling the matching pleated micro skirt on. When I pulled it up, I noticed to my shock, that no matter how I wore it, it left about half of my ass hanging out. Just as I was about to give him the bad news on the chances of me wearing his chosen outfit to work, I looked at the time, at realized I barely had time to leave and get to work, let alone change now. No bra or panties for this new hire, not today I think to myself.

Surprised by the thought, I looked back at him. He offered me a pair of translucent black nylons, a transparent shoulder cover, and a pair of high heels. I let out a sigh, grabbing the offering items, and quickly put them on. I look over myself in the meer, seeing how relieved I was, but given the alternative was arriving on my first day late, I was kind of out of options.

"Looks like you got your wish after all. I'm all out of time and need to dash. Make yourself at home, so long as you don't touch my stuff. When I'm back from work I can help move in anything that's left. Will you be ok until I get back?" I pause as I ask that, and he says "Sure. Let me know how your first day at work goes. I'll get settled in here."

I nod, and rush out the door, quickly taking the elevator down to my car, and out to work, hoping not many would notice my exotic dress rather closer to an erotically dressed prostitute than professional attire. I notice more than a few pairs of eyes watching me, both in the elevator and in the car park below the building. I noticed the excitement and arousal on their faces, men and women alike. I quickly get to my car and make my way out onto the street and off to work, wondering if any would notice. Oddly, I couldn't even decide which would be worse... to be noticed dressed that way and have people make decisions about me based on those first impressions, or have no one notice at all . . .