Victoria gets dressed

Victoria looked over the bra and shook her head. There was no way that she could wear that and not reveal her flat, boyish chest. She'd rather stick with the padded, Barney bra she was wearing to at least keep up the appearance of her B cups. Throwing the bra Janice bought into the trash can, Victoria picked up the panties and slipped them on.

She groaned as she realized that Janice had bought a pair that was three sizes too big on her, having to hold her knees together in order to keep them up as she put the rest of the humiliating outfit on.

Next was the polka dot blouse, and once again, she groaned at the baggy clothes. "You are aware of my sizes, Right?!"

"If you don't want them, I can just return them and you can go back to the meeting naked."

Victoria growled in annoyance as she slipped on the pleated schoolgirl skirt. The skirt came to just below her bellybutton, exposing the humiliating, oversized, pink panties she was desperately trying to keep up.

"This is a complete nightmare." Victoria thought to herself as she donned the rainbow socks and hiking boots. Looking over herself, she muttered, "I look like an idiot and a dork!"

"Ms. Adams, I think Mrs. Jameson might be wondering where you are by now."

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Victoria muttered in annoyance before leaving the stall, holding up her panties through her skirt. Upon seeing the smirk on Janice's face, she glared at her secretary. "Laugh and you'll be standing in the unemployment line."

"Noted." Janice stated, successfully managing to keep the laughter out of her voice as she opened the door.

As the two women left the bathroom and made their way to the conference room, Victoria was well aware of all the eyes of her employees on her. "The first person to say anything is getting fired so fast, their head'll spin!" She threatened, causing all the employees to stop muttering.

It didn't stop the surprised staring and amused looks, though.

As the two women made it to the conference room, Victoria couldn't help but feel a familiar tingling on her butt, thighs, and womanhood...

But that paled in the feeling of mortification she felt as Mrs. Jameson and the board members looked up as the two entered the door.