In a bad mood.

The man, far more confident than James, strides through the door, shouting as soon as he sees James.

'What are you doing, boy?' The man hollered, 'Don't you KNOW that we have to open at three? We'll never be ready at this rate!' He barely took a breath before he continued, 'And where the fuck is your uniform? If you're not going to follow the rules I'll switch you for one of the other boys; I'm sure they'd be more appreciative of the position!'

Ah yes, the uniform, James thought. He hardly ever put it on until his lunch break, because it was rare that his employer would turn up before then, but he was supposed to wear it at all times...

As soon as 'sir' stormed off to his office on the top floor of the building, James hurried up to the bedroom he normally used, where he'd thrown his bags when he'd arrived. Emptying out one of them, he lay his uniform on the bed.

To be honest, it was exactly what you'd expect a hooker working as a maid to wear, a complete French maid's costume, complete with matching underwear. However, cross dressing was never something that James could get into. When they'd asked for his size so that they could have the corset made, he'd asked for the smallest bra size available, and at least that meant that he didn't have to wear fake boobs as well but even so!

Nevertheless, he stripped out of the jeans and t-shirt that he'd been wearing all morning, and then pulled off his boxer shorts, stuffing his normal clothes into a bag. Then he began to get dressed.

He started with the underwear, sliding the lace thong up his shaved legs. He hooked the straps over his hips, and tucked his flacid cock into the tiny pouch of fabric provided by the panties; designed for women rather than men. Then he rolled on his stockings, and put his feet into the stiletto heels. They were the only part of the outfit that James really liked, but they were a nightmare to walk in!

The dress came next, and James had to step into it, and then wriggle and shimmy to pull it up the whole way. He managed though, and he untidily laced his corset; used to having one of the other cross dressers do it for him.

The tiny bra had the effect of pushing his small amount of body fat upwards, making it look like he did have small boobs rather than none at all.

A tiny, white apron went over his head next, and tied in a bow at the back. Then it was time for makeup.

James moved across the hall into the bathroom, and quickly began his makeup routine. He preferred not to wear much makeup, but he covered his skin in powder foundation, then coated his eyelashes in mascara and slid smooth red lipstick over his lips.

Looking in the full length mirror, his cock twitched appreciatively at his new look, especially at the sight of his legs in the high heels. However, it was time to get back to work.