Yes, you do

"Of course", Hoskins confirms once more as he gives you a pat on the shoulder. He leans a little forwards and points you down the hallway to the right. "Go get changed. You'll be working with a new director. His assistant is waiting for you over there", his voice reverberates.

You turn to look where Hoskins is pointing and see a man with a clipboard and sunglasses standing further down the hallway, tapping his foot impatiently. Hoskins gives him a little wave before pointing both his index fingers towards you. Then he gives you an encouraging shove in the man's direction and stomps back towards his office.

The man down the hallway shakes his head as you approach him. He makes a show of looking at his watch, and only turns his face back towards you when you come to a stop in front of him. It's hard to tell his exact facial expression with the shaded glasses covering his eyes, but he doesn't look too pleased.

"Finally! You're the replacement girl?", he says in an impatient tone. You give a slight nod in answer. "Good. You'll do. Get in there and get changed", he says, pointing at a door. "Everything you need is on the table. Hurry!".

You are shoved into the changing room, and see that everything has indeed been prepared for you. There is a skimpy plaid skirt, a revealing white top and some knee high socks, all laid out on the table next to some silk panties. It's nothing you'd normally choose to wear, nor did it seem very 'ambivalent' in your opinion. You also note that there's no bra provided, and you highly doubt they want you to use your own.

You put your bag down and start undressing. You step out of your own panties before taking the ones on the table. You pull your thighs through the holes, and feel the fabric press tight against your skin, exposing your bulging camel toe. As you step into the skirt you immediately realize that it's rather on the small side as well, even for you.

It is very likely that the whole outfit was picked out to fit the girl you're replacing, and she seems to be a size smaller than you are. You clench your teeth as you just barely manage to squeeze your hips through the skirt. Then you grab the white top and pull it over your head, wringing your arms through the sleeves. The cotton material clenches tightly around your shoulders and armpits, and does little to hide anything below your belly button. You finish up by pulling the knee high socks on, and looking at yourself in the mirror.

The skirt ends well above your knees and a quick spin reveals that your panties are easily visible, while your round butt is bulging out the backside. Above it, the tight top ensures your cleavage is on full display. Underneath the fabric you can even see the outlines of your nipples, standing at attention due to all the friction they're receiving. The top itself ends well above your hip bones, so a large strip of your bare stomach is also on display.

You realize the outfit is on the rather provocative side, all the more because it's just too tight for you. You stretch your arms and move your legs, realizing it isn't comfortable at all. You're starting to have doubts if you can even 'perform' properly in this outfit. You have half a mind to start taking it back off, but the man outside told you to hurry, and finding another outfit might take a while. Perhaps you'll be taking it off altogether soon, anyway?

As you step back towards the door you start to wonder if you should object to the size of your current outfit despite the man's impatience.