Girly galore

I didn’t want to know what was waiting for me in the closet, but every time I looked down at my hot pink cage, a little part of me died. With head hanging low and my pride nearly gone, I walked into the large closet in the back of the painfully pink room to see what awaited me for the next month. I flicked on the light switch and my heart sunk even further at the sight that greeted me.

In the front was a skimpy little schoolgirl outfit, with a plaid skirt that could probably barely make it over my ass and a blouse too tight and short to be regulation for a real school and sheer stockings like mistress wore. Next was an equally skimpy maids uniform, cheerleader uniform and what seemed to be a more revealing version of what mommy wore today, complete with the glasses hanging on the shirt. I moved on quickly, hoping there was something a lot less feminine and slutty somewhere in this closet. Thankfully as I moved back, they seemed to get a bit more reasonable.

After the first jarring layer of clothes, there was a less revealing looking yellow sundress, which while very feminine, at least wouldn’t make me look like a whore. Then, an elegant looking backless red dress that looked straight out of a gala event. Not going near that one. Countless sundresses, short skirts and booty shorts followed, all in bright, girly colors, until finally reached the back wall where I got a small mercy.

I almost wept as I got to skinny jeans, leggings and normal, if a tad tight and low cut, t-shirts. Sure they were still girly, but they weren’t nearly as bad as the other options available to me. I grabbed a pair of black leggings, that I tried to convince myself were just tight sweatpants, and threw them on with a basic light grey top that tried to show a bit of cleavage I didn’t posses. I stopped in front of the full length mirror at the foot of the bed and realized my cage was showing through the legging-I mean sweatpants. I needed underwear, but I didn’t see anything in the closet that was underwear, so I turned to look in the drawers, briefly catching sight of my big ass in these tight pants in the mirror. Damn, last night I’d have hit on a girl with an ass like this, and shook the thought away with a blush and started rummaging through the drawers.