An embarrassingly small maid dress

You step up to the bed and get a close look at the outfit Blue has picked out for you. It's a frilly black dress with white lace accents, obviously fashioned after a traditional maid dress. Its design is obviously much more costume than practical, though, with an off-the-shoulder design for the sleeves and a skirt much too short and frilly to be proper work attire.

With a deep sigh you pick it up and hold it against yourself. It looks like it should fit. You feel a bit disappointed that you can't use that as an excuse to get Blue to pick out something else.

You look back at Blue, countering his his lecherous staring with a look of contempt and disgust. "This is it? No bra or panties?" You know his likely answer but you feel the need to ask anyway.

"I didn't forget anything," he answers sarcastically. You knew he'd say that but somehow you're still disappointed.

You unzip the back of the dress and open it up. As you step into it you feel very exposed, acutely aware of Blue watching you get dressed. You pull your arms through the short sleeves, pulling the whole thing up to just below your armpits. For several minutes you tug at and adjust the fit, making sure it sits as neatly as possible on your body before it gets zipped up. Finally when you feel it's as in place as you can get it, you present your back to Blue and meekly ask him, "Can you please zip me up?"

"With pleasure," he responds as he gently runs his fingertips up your exposed spine. As he starts zipping up the dress, the skirt tightens around your hips, making the stiff, frilly skirt flare out wildly. You instinctively bring your hands between your legs to push the skirt back down. "Stop moving!" Blue barks at you, grabbing your shoulder to indicate you should bring your arms back to your sides. To your dismay the tiny skirt flares back up again. As he continues to pull the zipper higher the dress cinches your waist slightly, forcing your posture fully upright to fit in it comfortably. This forces your breasts and ass to be pushed out, accentuating the lack of coverage the dress gives you. Once the zipper gets past the narrowest part of the waist the rest zips up with relative ease. Once you're completely zipped up Blue twirls you around, getting a good view of the whole outfit.

When you stop spinning you step over towards the mirror near the front door, eager to adjust the dress to give yourself at least token modesty. The moment that you look at yourself, however, it becomes very obvious that this dress was cut with someone much less endowed in mind. The main section of the dress ends below your bust, and the loose fabric of the cups is not enough to contain your massive breasts. The folds of fabric that would perfectly cover someone with perhaps a B cup strain against your under bust. The white lace trim only reaches about an inch below your nipples, teasing a level of coverage you know would be impossible for your curves.

The skirt is just as bad. If you could somehow pull it straight down it might reach your mid-thigh, but the highly-starched pleats flare out nearly horizontally. No matter how you adjust it, it's very obvious that every step you take will flash your bare ass and pussy to all passersby. With how this dress shows off your assets it makes much more sense why Blue refused to let you put on any underwear.

"Let's get going," Blue instructs as he hands you your sneakers. You quickly slip them on as he checks his bag one last time. You take the opportunity to put your hair up in a quick ponytail and grab your hat, getting everything together just in time for him to step out of the hotel room, with you rushing along right behind.