Gwen putting on French Maid Costume

Gwen opened the top drawer and saw a single black dress folded neatly. She checked the drawer, but it was completely empty.

"Lauren!" Gwen called out, "There is only a dress in here."

"Sorry!" Lauren called back through the door, "That's all I have today."

Gwen shrugged, she couldn't drive back home in a towel. She pulled the dress out, the fabric pleasing to the touch. It was shorter than she expected, but it was her only option.

She pulled the dress on and adjusted it. Even without a bra her cleavage was quite amazing. She examined herself in the mirror. She could see hints of a lace bra peaking above the dress.

"Weird..." Gwen said, she examined the newly formed bra, black lace and satin. Between her legs she could feel panties of similar style. "What's going on here?"

She grew a couple inches as black high heels appeared on her feet. Closer inspection revealed to her that she now had silk stockings on as well that were attached to a seductive black garter belt.

Her image in the mirror winked at her. The dress she was wearing was perfectly tailored to her curves and body. She felt sexual desire pump through herself. "God," she said to her reflection, "I'm gorgeous."

She kept examining herself in the mirror, grabbing her breasts and checking out her new outfit. "Something is missing though..." Then she saw it, a box marked finishing touches on the dresser.

Inside the box was the rest of the costume. She pulled out the white apron, she tried to tie it around her waist only to find it already tied in a nice big bow. Her skirt poofed out as a petticoat formed underneath.

She placed the maid cap on her head. Immediately her red hair began to reshape itself as if an invisible stylist was in the room. It settled itself into a sexy French twist. Her crimson hair looked natural in such a style. Already her makeup began to change, her green eyes accentuate by the change.

"The finishing touch," Gwen said holding up the black silk choker. The gemstone on it glowed as she put it on. There was an electric pulse through her body, her demeanor changed from a woman visiting her friends to a sensual maid ready to serve every desire.

Gwen took one last look at herself in the mirror as she picked up her feather duster.

"Yvette," Gwen said to herself, "You 'avé taken too much timé. Mastair and meestrez are waiteng fair you."

She gave herself a flirtatious wink in the mirror and sashayed towards the kitchen.