The dress

Greta holds up the ratty, tattered dress and looks it over.

It's a bit rough... but it's better than nothing!

She throws it on and eagerly tugs it down, only to realize its too small! It wont fit her.

Well, maybe if I just **** it...

*SHRRRRRRIIIIPPPPP!!!*

Greta blushes as the flimsy garment nearly splits in two.

"I say! What was that?" Belinda asks.

"N-nothing!" Greta lies as she pulls off the remnants of the dress and then tries on the shirt she stole instead.

It's still not ideal, but she's able to at least wear it. Of course, it barely comes down to her waist, forcing her to constantly hold the front down to avoid exposing her feminine treasures to the world.

"I've got a lovely gown for you," Greta lies to Belinda as she looks back at the scraps of the dress she ruined.

"Oh goody!" The blissfully unaware queen giggles and claps her hands before standing and holding her arms up so Greta can dress her.

The maid feels a twinge of guilt at abusing Belinda's trust like this, but not enough to actually have a change of heart. "Ok, stand still your majesty..."