There’s a knock at the door

You turned with a start, hearing a knock on the door. "Crap! Raymond's sent over some work!" you hissed to yourself. "I need clothes!" you said as you looked around for something to wear.

"Dressing initiated, Jane. You should approve of this work ensemble I've put together for you," EDNA's voice said as the arms came over to gently support you. A lacy white pushup up bra was hooked around your... well... breasts, creating impressive cleavage. A garter belt was hooked around your waist with nude seamed stockings rolled up and attached to the dangling garters. A skimpy white thong was gently eased over your bum ankle and then hiked into place. A tight highly starched white blouse was slipped over your arms and buttoned, leaving your cleavage on display. A tight, short houndstooth skirt was slid up your legs, the blouse tucked into it, and then it was zipped up. Some brown heels were slid onto your feet, and you were gently lowered onto a pair of crutches. Some glasses were set onto your face, and a mirror was lowered.

You were, essentially, a bimbo secretary. You sighed and started to tell EDNA to change you into something else when you heard female voices calling, "Jane? Jane?"

You jerked your head around as you heard them approaching your room. "Shit!" you hissed as you crutched your was over towards the bedroom door. It opened before you got there, and Wendy and Lisa (you wondered briefly if there were ever in a band together) came in. "Wow, that's quite the work outfit, "Wendy said with a wink. "I'm sure Raymond would love seeing you in that!"

Your phone pinged and you sagged on your crutches.

Lisa piped up, "How's your ankle? Raymond wanted us to come by and check on you. And he asked us to give you these," she handed you a stack of file folders. He needs the invoices in here verified. Your VPN login is on the post it inside the folder." You flipped open the folder and stared at the hot pink PostIt in there with a user id and a password, along with a URL.

"And," Lisa continued, "Here's your work laptop. Don't leave home without it." She winked.

"So...." Wendy said, looking around, "Nice place. We definitely need to have a girls night over here."

"That would be fun!" Lisa agreed! "The TV is perfect for movies! And...." Lisa looked at Wendy.

"MAKEOVERS!" they said in unison.

"Seriously?" you asked.

"Oh, come on, girlfriend!" Wendy said, "It's fun to let your hair down every now and then and just share some girl talk and lust after some beefcake on the big screen."

"Uh... What were you thinking?" you asked, hating having this conversation in the house. And with the phone nearby.

You waited for the shoe to fall. "How about next weekend?" Lisa asked.

"Works for me!" Wendy said.

"Uh..." you added.

"Prefect! Next weekend it is! We'll make it a party!"

The "ping" chimed. You sagged on the crutches.

"OK... I've got some work to do..." you said.

"At least let us help you out to the living room," Lisa said as she and Wendy grabbed an arm and helped you hobble on the heels and crutches into the living room.

The sat you down on the couch and put your leg up on some pillows.

"Should we stay, Jane?" Lisa asked. "Just in case you need anything?"

"Thanks," you said with a weak smile. "I'll be fine." You opened the folder and actually started logging into the laptop.

"We can come back later," Wendy said, a slight question in her voice...

"Well...." you said