She wanders

Mary wandered for hours, and without the state of mind she'd had before, it was a humiliating journey. The only people that would talk to her seemed to be doing so only to leer at her breasts, her feet were aching from the heels, and she could still smell Anne on her... "At least I can take care of my feet," she said, trying to take comfort in the fact. But when she tried to kick her heels off, they stayed firmly attached. Frowning, she knelt down and tugged on them, but they were stuck. Mary was already overwhelmed by all that had happened, and this was just too much.

She sat down on the sidewalk to collect her thoughts, but couldn't focus. Her skimpy skirt was extremely full and a man across the street was taking full advantage of the view. And it was turning Mary on... "What's happening to me" she whispered through crimson lips.

She was becoming a slut, and worse, she was getting hot over being humiliated. The French Maid's uniform had seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was turning out much worse than she'd anticipated. The servile nature of the costume she was wearing turned her on.

She pinched her cheek, trying to snap herself out of it, but the painful sensation only turned her on all the more. "Mon Dieu, vut iz happening to moi?" What had she just said? The accent was back, stronger and more humiliating than ever.

Her nipples began to stiffen. She realized she knew where she was, and it was only a few blocks from home. She hurried towards her apartment, more to escape the watchful eyes of the the passerby than because she was embarassed. She was afraid she was going to surrender to her lust again before she could be make it home.