Tina Gets Dressed

After about an hour of soaking, Tina pulled herself out of the water, the droplets sliding off her toned ass. "Mother, are you finished? We should really be going now." Tina peeked over Hilda's shoulder only to see her mother still fast asleep, snoring away in her tub of bliss. Looking down at the water, which had gone from crystal clear to a foggy white, Tina could tell that her mother had been... busy, to say the least. Not wanting to end her mother's well-deserved bathtime, Tina smiled and patted her on the head, wishing her sweet dreams, or whatever was currently making her empty her sex into her bath at the moment, before walking out into the changing area.

The rest of the bathhouse was empty, giving Tina enough privacy to try on her new outfit. Zenith had left her maid uniform right where she said she would, and while the former noble would have loved to picture the lithe woman strutting down the streets exposed for everyone to see, she was more preoccupied with the thought of finally getting dressed again. Still, as she picked up the uniform, she realized she hadn't considered the different... proportions she had with Zenith. The uniform was designed to fit someone with a lot less definition than herself, and for a moment, Tina was concerned that she wouldn't be able to use this generous gift. But she wasn't one to quit easily, so she began the arduous task of putting her clothes on.

The lingerie was rather simple, all things considered. The black lace set was easy to adorn, even if it was a little tight. Still, having something covering what used to be her privates felt nice. Following that, Tina stepped into the dress, pulling the poofy skirt up to her waist. Immediately, she noticed a problem: she couldn't reach around to tie the back, meaning the dress was slowly falling off her front. Not only that, but the skirt only reached the middle of her calf, meaning most of her legs were still on display. She could only dread what this would mean on a colder day.

Holding the dress to her front, Tina clumsily donned the white satin gloves, headpiece, and apron, not wanting to leave anything behind, before finally sitting down and slipping the long white socks and black slippers onto her feet. As she looked at herself in one of the floor-length mirrors in the changing room, she had to admit it suited her, even if the dress wasn't closed. She only hoped her mother would wake up soon so she could close it for her. Picking up their sashes, she strutted out the doors to wait for her to wake up.

Walking outside, the brisk night air hit her hard after being in the warm water for so long. Much of her body was still bare, and the ones that weren't only had the thinnest of fabrics protecting them. Shivering, Tina wondered how she hadn't felt this cold the previous night when she had been totally naked. She hoped that her mother would finish soon so they could find a place to sleep for the night. She got the sense that the farmer from that morning wouldn't be keen on them squatting in her barn again.

As she considered her sparse options, Tina heard a voice call out from the city streets, and she looked up to see...