She makes an unflattering wardrobe change.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Angela said, stripping off her maid attire on the back deck of the cabin. While outside, it seemed the girls could shed their house roles, thus Angela could change into something that didn’t leave her looking like a sexpot french maid fantasy. Lacey stood in just her thong and heels beside her, holding onto a bundle of clothes for the two of them. Since they had to match levels of attire, the blondes had opted to wear a pair of Angela’s clean sundresses, as the short garments gave Angela enough cleavage to feel comfortable with her standing orders and enough chic-ness to not seem ****. As Angela put on a black bra to match her thong for what felt like the first time in weeks, Lacey happily did the same but with blue.

“It works, alright!” Mary huffed. She had played the only card in her hand. She really wasn’t attracted to girls—her **** experimentation had taught her that, at least—so pleasuring the blondes once again without getting her any further down her list of required orgasms for the day didn’t appeal to her. So, with just Jennifer’s orgasm to give her just one article of clothing, Mary had broken out the big guns. Well, one big, ugly gun.

“It’s a fucking pajama onesie, Mary.” Jennifer said teasingly. “You look like a little girl trying to go out to play with her big sisters. You could’ve at least worn a fashionable one or a romper or something.” There was some credence to her statement; Jen wore a lazy crop top and leggings, looking hot in a goth sports girl kind of way, while the compelled twins looked much dressier in comparison.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t make me fuck anybody to guarantee having shoes!” Mary waggled her feet, snuggly wrapped in the padded material and rubber soles at the pink fabric’s bottom.

“You are way too proud of yourself for this.” Ange said, shimmying her body as she squeezed her too-large breasts into the tantalizingly-too-small white dress. Angela had purchased it at Avery’s whim; back when her throat had just first started fulfilling what seemed like its new primary function as his afternoon cock warmer, he had offered her the choice of voluntarily buying and wearing it or being ordered to do so. Being a feisty woman who already wasn’t thrilled with her situation, she chose the latter—a choice she no longer knew to be her optimal decision, since her dress code only became more exacting on its arrival. Next to her, Lacey performed the same kind of shimmies and shakes as she did her best to fit into the white dress’ black twin. The two looked gorgeous and unbelievably slutty, especially standing so close to each other. The dresses would either cover their whole ass and leave their nipples exposed, or they would cover their nipples and leave the bottom of their asscheeks out for the public’s viewing pleasure. The girls seemed to settle on the second option after a few more minutes trying and failing to more effectively adjust them.

“And you’re definitely going to pay for it.” Lacey interjected, “You should’ve just given me another orgasm and at least got a dress on.”

“You’re just saying that because you and Ange turned to moaning sluts the minute she texted Pastel we were going to the mall. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re going to have to get somebody else off today anyways, so not giving me anything is just keeping you from putting on—”

“Calm down, ladies.” Ange stated with a placating smile. “Let’s just get going.”

With a huff, the girls climbed into the car and set off on their drive.

___

“What the hell is this place?” Angela muttered, leaning forward from the back seat. Mary drove with Jen riding shotgun while the lower-status blondes piled into the back. They had arrived at the address Pastel gave them, but it just looked so bizarre. It was a clearly unfinished strip mall; a shopping center under construction that would surely liven up the little mountainside town. Getting there from down the mountain had been no trouble, but now that the girls arrived, they were not sure what to do. Workmen were busy in nearly every shell of a building, adding all the inner workings a modern building requires. Only one stood completed, a squat little structure at the very end of the strip, and it seemed that building was where the GPS was directing them.

“No clue.” Jen said, squinting to try read the sign hanging over the door. She read out the words as they grew closer, “Safety Status? Have you guys heard of it?”

The girls all shook their heads. They pulled into the closest available space, an easy task since only two other cars were parked by the completed building, and stepped out of the vehicle towards the storefront.

“SHOW US YOUR TITS!”

*Click.*

The joint cry rang out from every worker on the scene who had turned to drink in the sight of the girls as they walked onto the sidewalk. They all felt it, or felt the residual commands of the prior day forcing them to comply. Mary panicked as she unzipped her onesie, dropping her hands as fast as she could to catch the material before it showed more than just her breasts. The blondes just allowed gravity to win over their dresses as they walked, their tits popping out and bouncing delightfully at the brisk pace they adopted. Jen stopped and turned to flash them, even adding a little shake for their amusement before dropping her shirt back down over her body.

Jen paused for a moment to let the others try enter the store first, hoping that with the drawn shades across the glass obscuring the delicious sight they could all get about their day, but at least one workman thought faster.

“KISS FOR US, BITCHES!”

*Click.*

Mary and Jen rolled their eyes and kept walking, but the blondes weren’t so lucky. Mary turned to stop and help, but Jen’s hand at the small of her back kept the brunette walking.

“Mary, do you want to lose your pajamas and suck construction cock?” Jen whispered testily in her ear.

“PLAY WITH EACH OTHER’S TITS!”

*Click.*

Mary and Jen made it into the store as the growing crowd roared commands at the blondes behind them, helplessly locking their lips and squeezing each others boobs with increasing vigor as they the orders began to pile on.

_____

Talia was having a slow day. Not that she minded, of course. It gave her a chance to catch up on some reading. She turned the next page in her book, completely enraptured in her novel’s increasingly emotional progression. The light tingling of the the chimes by the door snapped her out of her concentration, and her eyes flicked up from the page to view whoever had just entered the store before almost instantly returning to the poignant text. She quickly finished the page and sighed as they continued to approach the counter, inserting a green tassel bookmark at her place about halfway through and gently closing the book before placing it on the counter.

“Hi.” Mary said sheepishly, blushing as she worked the zipper of her onesie back up over her large chest. Noticing the book, she perked up, recovering her confidence and continuing, “Oh my gosh, is that Arlina Nevilles’ new book? How is it? I haven’t had a chance to start it yet.”

Talia perked up as well, answering uncharacteristically warmly, “Yeah, I’m really enjoying it. It’s a slower start than Firefly’s in December, but I think the characters are a lot more relatable in this one.”

“Really? You didn’t think Amanda was relatable in Firefly’s?”

“No, I mean—she’s super-relatable—it’s just that a lot of the side characters weren’t really—”

“Normal people.” Both women said, lightly chuckling a laugh of mutual recognition. Talia decided she liked this customer, whatever the hell she was doing at Safety Status. She hoped that her order wouldn’t be too demanding, though a glance at her heaving chest, thick thighs, and undeniably juicy ass told her that this would probably not be the case.

Jen almost snorted, her breathy exhale expressing slight derision. “Ugh. Now’s not the time for teenage girl’s first-crush book club, Mary. So what exactly does this place do?”

Just as fast as she decided she liked Mary, Talia decided she did not like the over-developed goth-looking woman on the other side of the counter. Jen had not yet formed an opinion on the clerk in front of, though Talia’s reaction didn’t exactly push the needle towards favorable.

Talia crossed her arms in front of her slight frame, turning her attention to Jen and giving her the cold stare of a customer service rep who has seen her fair share of challenging customers. She launched into her spiel, the warmth dropping from her voice as she spoke at Jen more than to her. “Welcome to Safety Status, America’s premier status-based service provider. Currently, we provide temporary order packages to our customers, although we will be fully licensed pending federal approval for status reallocation services sometime next year once the Status-Based Transfers Act reaches its effective date. Have you already selected a package or are you just browsing?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Jen replied, placing a hand on her hip and leaning against the counter, a confused look on her face.

Talia sighed. “I take it you don’t watch the news. The Status-Based Transfers Act was passed earlier this year, allowing inter-state corporations to engage in voluntary status transfers between employees and customers—”

“It’s a fucking act. Like, a literal fucking act. It’s an act that makes fucking legal to give girls higher status.” Jen said dumbly.

“Or lower status, yes. The Act contains multiple licensing requirements and procedures to ensure voluntary transfers; it can’t be ordered by anyone else, it has to be chosen by the customer.”

Mary nodded along with Talia’s explanation. She’d heard of the Act in passing, but didn’t know what to think of it at the time. She doubted it would impact her significantly given her husband’s substantial size and his assurance that most women probably wouldn’t be able to afford to match them regularly, so she hadn’t given it much thought. But this package deal sounded much more concerning given her current predicament. “Um, sorry, could you explain what the whole package thing means?”

Talia turned back to Mary, dropping her arms back into a casual pose at her sides. The warmth returned to her voice as she continued explained to her favorite of the two buxom women staring at her.

“Of course. Basically, we guarantee that we can find a higher status individual to give you predetermined orders that you will therefore have to obey for a predetermined duration. It’s especially useful for higher-status women to keep their higher status but still get a taste of the lower-status experience without actually having to—”

Jen actually did interrupt by snorting with laughter this time. “Fuck a smaller dick!” She laughed to herself as Talia narrowed her eyes.

“Yes. Can I have your names, please?”

Mary gave her all four of their names, prompting Talia to ask where the other two women were.

“Probably sucking dick outside, I’d guess.” Jen said, pulling out her phone.

“No problem. I’ll retrieve them.” Talia said, rounding the counter to head out the door.

Jen raised an eyebrow. Talia may not have had any boobs to speak of, but she had an ass to die for. On her tiny, lanky frame, it stood out incredibly and would make any ass enthusiast stop dead in their tracks. “Are you sure about that? Those construction workers are quite—”

“I’ll be fine.” Talia spoke over her coldly once more. She opened the door, walking out into the previously leering men’s line of sight. The door swung shut and Jen turned back to Mary as she scrolled through her phone.

“That girl’s not coming back. And, if she does, she’s not wearing bottoms.”

“She said she’d be fine, Jen.”

“Sure, Mary. It might not seem like it to you, but covered in cum is still ‘fine’ for most girls nowadays.”

There was an awkward silence as Mary shifted uncomfortably on her feet. A few moments later, Talia returned with the nude blondes in tow. They held their dresses in their arms, and seemed to match Jen’s description of “fine” to Mary very nicely. Cum streaked their bodies, especially their bountiful breasts, bouncing asses, and pretty faces. Lacey burped embarrassingly loudly, covering her mouth and blushing. Shockingly to Jen, Talia was untouched.

“Thank you.” Angela croaked out, her raspy voice belying her cum-coated and now extensively used throat.

“No problem. You two are hardly the first I’ve had to save from that crowd. They’re pretty bad for business, so it’ll be nice when they’re finally out of the way.”

She walked behind the counter again and began typing at her computer to look up the details for that group. Her eyes widened. “Woah. You girls are into some intense stuff, huh?”

Jen responded with a wry tone as Pastel’s orders rose back up in her mind, “Yup, we’re here for ‘Pastel’s Passion Project,’ so glam us up.”

Talia rolled her eyes. “I’m going to do a check here, because this is just too much for…” she paused for a moment, looking directly at Mary as she spoke “some of you. Answer all my questions as a group and with total honestly. Are you doing this voluntarily?”

*Click.*

All the women felt the click in their heads and opened their mouths to answer. Now Jen understood why nobody could get her clothes off outside. The skinny, bookish looking woman must be immensely high up on the social ladder to order her around.

“No.” The group emphatically said.

Talia’s head tilted in thought. “Have you all been ordered to come here and receive this package plan as a group?”

“Yes.”

Talia nodded. “So, to be clear, you have all been ordered to receive the package plan commands as selected by a third party and administered by Safety Status, correct?”

“Yes.”

Talia smiled with wicked glee as she turned to Jen. “Alright. No problem then. Temporary packages only require hierarchical consent. In other words, if you all came in here at random chance, the member of your group with the highest social status would be able to select the group package anyway so long as they paid for it. If you can put me in touch with whoever sent you here and they pay for it, I’ll give you all the package.”

Angela groaned as she found herself dialing Pastel’s number on the landline phone provided at the kiosk. It rang for a few moments before getting picked up. Talia pressed a button to put it on speakerphone so she could hear the conversation as well.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Pastel.” Angela grimaced.

“Oh! Hi, girls! I thought it might have been you, but I couldn’t be sure. What’s up?”

“Since we don’t want to do this, apparently you have to pay for it if you want us to do… whatever it is you want us to do.”

“Damn, totally forgot about that. My bad! Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just pay for it on the online portal I set this up with if that works. Ask the sales rep if—”

Talia interjected, “That’s fine, miss. Do you have any last-minute changes to your package?”

“Nope, I like the options I picked out for them. Just make sure they all wear the same color if that’s possible. I didn’t see an option for that.”

“Of course, miss." Talia looked Jen up and down and let an evil smirk thinly work its way across her lips. "Is pink acceptable?”

“That sounds great, thank you so much! Actually, does in-house video cost extra?”

“Yes, but you can just add that at checkout.”

“Perfect, thanks, and show these sluts a good time!”

The line went dead.

Talia gave a harsh smile to the already fearful women standing across from her.

“Well now, let’s get started then.”