Viral Sister Camouflage

Susan knew she was taking a risk. She was actually quite naturally averse to doing so, but there wasn’t a way to avoid it. Her whole life was a risk now. Her mind was in constant danger.

And worst of all, she knew she was running out of time. She wasn’t an idiot. She could add two and two together and see where this was all ending up. Soon enough the government spying apparatus would be under the memetic virus’ control and then it was game over for the few remaining remnants like her.

Susan wasn’t the only one who had reasoned it all out. Her compatriots on the text-only sites she had visited had said as much. They’d also advised her to ditch her phone, which she’d done, to much chagrin. But they were right, since her family could alert the government to her via that. So now she was alone in a hostile world.

And it was this that led her to the boutique she was standing in front of. The sign on the front read ‘XXXstacy’ in bold neon red with a liberal amount of plump lips iconography signaling just what kind of store this was. Susan had chosen this one in particular not only for its fetish-wear, but also it’s apparently small clientele by the number of reviews. She wanted to avoid as much contact as possible. Ideally she wouldn’t be here at all, but she needed the maid outfit if she wanted to be able to blend in.

Nevertheless, she had to assert her place confidently lest she be found out. Every infected person was essentially a spy looking for cracks in her facade. One thing that helped were the shades she had bought. They had been the first step of the plan, having the capability of completely filtering out everything in front of her. It gave her the willpower to struggle on knowing that she wouldn’t automatically be brainwashed by some stray advertisement or something. She put them on and opened the door.

It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, but Susan had been to a few of these types of stores in her time. Mostly for her boyfriends, but also for herself. She had been somewhat kinky, enough to enjoy the bit of spice that outfits -- like the kind this store housed, brought. Those memories helped her steady herself as the bell on the door ringed, announcing her entrance.

“Hello, welcome to Stacy’s. Anything I can help you with?” a woman to her left addressed her. Susan turned towards her. She couldn’t see because of her blinders, but she could tell the voice had come from that direction. It sounded like a forty-year something, feminine but not overly so. Perhaps the Stacy in question or just some clerk manning the store, she didn’t know.

“Yes, I was looking for a maid outfit. It’s so embarrassing, but I don’t have one and you know how it is.” Susan said with all the confidence she didn’t feel. She could fake it. She had studied acting for a bit in college. It was doable, definitely doable.

“Oh how wonderful!” the woman exclaimed. “I’m Meg, btw. I’ll be more than happy to help you find your perfect dress. It’s so important nowadays that we know we should all be happy little MILF maid slaves.”

There it was. One of the peculiarities her text web comrades had noticed. The virus seemed to effect different women differently. Some, like this clerk, believed that being a MILF maid **** was the cultural norm was some new information. Others had their minds changed to believe that it had always been the case. There didn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason, not that it mattered in the end. The result was what mattered, and that was pretty uniform. Every last one of them was an agent for the perverted cause.

“I know. I totally need one now. Only,” Susan let her words trail off to help sell the act, “I’m legally blind, you see. I hate to ask this of you, but could you help me choose one? Something that really flatters me?”

“Oh you poor thing, of course I’ll help. Is there any color you prefer?” the woman took her by the hand and led her further in.

“Red?”

“Oh we have plenty of red’s. It’s a bit non-standard, given almost everyone likes the plain black-and-whites, but red’s definitely like the second most popular color. Right over here.” Susan got tugged forward for a bit before the woman stopped, almost causing Susan to careen into her but she managed to stay her balance. “Yes, I think this’ll be perfect on you, but there’s only one way to tell for sure. Here, try it on!”

Susan heard the clerk picking the dress up and then felt it as she was handed its soft silks. It was quite pleasant to handle, but as for how it looked, impossible to say at the moment. It took Susan a moment, but then she realized what the clerk had been saying.

“Right here?”

“Sure. Why not?” the woman asked. Susan could detect a note of confusion in the clerks voice. “You’re not one of those prudes, right?”

“Of course not!” Susan quickly hedged. “I’m just a bit embarrassed is all.” She fell back on her blind excuse. “I’m not the fastest at changing by myself. Could you lend me a hand?”

“Oh honey, nothing to be embarrassed about. You know my daughter has to deal with this kind of stuff too. Not as bad as your condition, but she was born with a dick. There was a lot of stigmatization because of it. She was always so lonely, but now in this modern age I’m able to help her out by using my pussy to fuck her rod so she’s never lonely. I’m sure they’ll figure out a way to help with your eyesight too someday. For now though, of course I’ll help.”

Without any further ado, the woman reached over and pulled up Susan’s shirt. It took all she had, but Susan managed to avoid shrieking at the unwanted aid. She had to maintain her cover, and so she did. Before long she was naked, the cool room air buffeting her bare body.

“You’re so beautiful like this. But you’re going to be much more beautiful after I put this on you.” Like a yoke upon her neck, piece by piece the dress was placed on her. First the headdress, then the blouse and skirt combo, then the leggings, and finally the shoes. They felt… nice in the purely physical sense, if a bit airy from the relative dearth of coverage. The good feeling didn’t stop her skin from crawling however.

“Thank you so much,” she **** out with as much cheeriness as possible. “This feels so wonderful. I’ll take it.” She didn’t want to spend a second longer here than she had to.

“Not even going to ask me the price?” the clerk asked. “Hah, just pulling your leg. Nothing unreasonable here. We do want repeat customers after all. It’s hundred even. A bit more pricey than usual, but that’s mostly due to the increased demand.”

“Sounds more than reasonable.” Susan walked with the clerk over to the front desk and paid for the merchandise she was still wearing. The clerk stuffed her old clothes in a bag and before she knew it, Susan was out of the store one-maid-dress richer.

“Fuck,” she said to no one. “My heart.” She could feel it pumping with adrenaline even now. Her fight or flight instinct just barely settling down from it all.

And that’s when she heard it.

“Hey you, stop right there!”

Oh god. Her heart practically leapt out of her chest. She had been caught. It was over.

“Stop running! You’re not going to get away!” the voice continued.

Huh. She wasn’t running.

But she could hear footsteps near by. The voice, the woman who was yelling, she wasn’t yelling at her. Susan almost crumpled to the ground in relief, her legs near giving out. She was fine.

“Drat. She got away. You there, did you see where she went?” the voice addressed her.

“Me? No, I’m afraid I’m blind.” Susan pointed to her shades.

“I see." The woman paused, realizing her mistake. "Oh, that was insensitive of me, forgive me. My heads still in the chase. That woman stole a purse so I was chasing her down, but it looks like she got away.”

“How dreadful.”

“I know. Stealing from a woman like that, it’s almost like stealing from their owners, and that’s so horrifying to think about. Denying a woman the means to serve her master is disgusting.”

“It is! I couldn’t imagine anything worse.” Susan nodded her head.

“Well, sorry to interrupt you. I’m going to have to go inform the poor woman I couldn’t catch the thief. Have a pleasant day.”

The woman left, and once more Susan was by herself, with her heart still pumping fast. All this stress was going to turn her hair gray. She didn’t want to be here out in the open anymore where things like this could happen, so she turned back the way she had come and started walking. She had to pocket the shades to see which way she was going, which again, was a risk, but one she had to take. So she just did her best to look at the sidewalk and nothing else. Her car was nearby at least. That was another worry, but she had managed to minimize her looking at the road while driving and hopefully she would be able to do it again for the fifteen minute drive back to her apartment.

She walked over to the parking lot and took out her keys. She held them up to the door and it clicked open. She was halfway inside when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey.” Susan’s gut wrenched. “Have you seen this funny meme compilation?” And before she could struggle, the stranger held out a phone in front of her face and clicked play.

The first thing she saw was the spiral.

The spiral was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop. I’M. The spiral was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop. A. It was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop. MILF. The spiral was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop. MAID. The spiral was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop. ****. The spiral was so… so… beautiful. The way it looped in on itself, never ending, always spinning into that center point. The way it mirrored her thoughts, stuck on a loop.

I’M…