Mark puts on the entire maid outfit

He quickly undressed all the way to his boxers only to stop there, was he committed to the joke enough to wear the panties? He looked at them and sighed. He was not one to half ass things he was committed to. He took off his underwear and pulled up the panties. The panties were a semi see through pair with black and white lace, the back however resembled a thong though. While they fit somewhat tightly they didn’t feel too uncomfortable however his cock did feel constricted in them and they did ride up his ass. Next he put on the bra and stocking. The bra has the same design but was cut quite low for a standard bra, he guessed it was a double d or E cup bra but didn’t know for sure as he couldn’t find a label. The cups hung empty and somewhat sad on his chest, which made mark feel oddly disappointed. The stockings followed the same motif as the maid outfit and underwear with a lacey design at the top of the legs. Mark was surprised how nice it felt to have them on his legs. Even with the hair he enjoyed the sensation it brought him. He kept rubbing his legs before being brought back to reality by the sound of boxes being opened coming from upstairs.

“Right, I need to be quick.” He mumbled to himself somewhat regrettably.

He grabbed the dress, pulled it over his head and with some effort zipped up the back. He straightened it out and turned the surprisingly short skirt with layers of silky ruffles (check if this is the correct term). To his surprise he found that it fit tight around his waist yet it also felt warm and comforting, as if an old friend was hugging him after a long time. His gloved hands traveled down and straightened the dress even further, as if he needed to make himself presentable is some way. What remained was a corset and apron. The corset was intimidating and required some mental preparation. He knew he shouldn’t, but he was already this far so why not go the entire way. He pulled it around his waist and cinched it till he noticed a pressure build up. He tied the corsets strings loosely and kept it that way. As the pressure became stable he took a moment to let his body acclimate. The apron was last. He smirked at the thought of it. “Hello my name is Fifi, the maid” he said with a bad female ditz impression. He tied the apron on. Besides the normal awkwardness of wearing women’s clothing and the corsets tightness he was oddly okay with this. He looked in the cupboard that held the outfit wondering if there were shoes to finish up the look. Luck or unluck would have it that there were indeed a set of black pumps inside waiting for him to wear them. He pulled them out and looked at them.

“No way my large feet can fit in these, right?” he whispered while feeling compelled to at least try. He wiggled and pushed and to his utmost surprise and disbelief the shoes accepted his foot.

He slid them on with some minor resistance and wiggled his toes. He had only once worn high heels for a bet back in college. Back then he wasn’t able to walk even 5 meters without falling on his ass then yet now when he stepped forward his stride was more firm. With each step he became more confident that he was able to walk normally in the heels, however unbeknownst to Mark each step he took also made him become …