The lady becomes the servant, and viceversa

With time still halted, you examine your defenseless targets for a moment, and hit upon a creative twist: It’s time for a bit of a… revolution.

For starters you relieve Evellyn of her last vestige of modesty, pulling her shirt off over her head and leaving her nude. Then you take off the servant girl’s apron and set to work to undo all the various laces of her bodice, remove her gown, and finally take off the rather plain white cotton underwear underneath, leaving the servant in a similar state of disrobement as the mistress. You stand in between the two oblivious frozen lasses and put a hand on either bosom, groping away for a solid three minutes to compare their respective attributes. Where Evellyn’s tits are pert, firm, and the ideal size, Polly’s make up for it with sheer volume, sagging underneath their own weight, their large dark nipples ever oriented downwards.

Having indulged in enough fondling you continue with your planned switcheroo, dressing Evellyn up in the maid’s uniform while transferring her clothes to the servant. Now we shall truly see who’s the mistress of this mansion! You hit upon one improvement to the design of Evellyn’s maid’s uniform: Leaving out the gown and bodice. Indeed, instead the uniform will consist of only the underwear, thigh-high stockings, apron and coif.

You retreat to the nearby corner of the building, and watch the scene unfold with a dramatic snap of your fingers. Their conversation is disrupted mid-sentence with a pair of high-pitched screams, as the two women discover the change in garments. Evellyn spins around and pulls at the small apron, somehow trying to make it cover her latest exposure from the eyes of her servant. Meanwhile Polly does not seem to be all that happy with her leap in station either, for in this case rather than having donned a suit of armor or richly patterned gown she finds herself wearing just an undershirt, with the outdoor breeze tickling her nethers. She’s a lot shorter than the lady - now housemaid - Evellyn and aggressively pulls the shirt down towards her knees, all the while sputtering apologies for this most vexingly indecent scene despite not being to blame for any of it. She blushes profusely and tries to avert her gaze from Evellyn. You’re quite certain you can see her large nipples straining through the fabric of the shirt she’s pulling so tightly. Clearly something about the predicament excites her, even if she fights against it.

After a bit of flailing and excuses the ladies retreat into the mansion, disappearing behind closed doors to return each other’s clothing.