You go to grab some clothes then head on over to the Shack

You need to get to the job but you need proper waitressing clothes first. You run to your sisters room and launch yourself through the door. Luckily the room is empty and you head straight over and pull open Gwen’s underwear drawer. You are stunned by the endless pile of frilly postage sized bits of lace held together by bits of string. You grab a black g-string and tear off your soccer shorts. You pull the panties up your long smooth legs and feel them nestle between your taut cheeks. You wiggle the lace so it covers your new pussy. You look down and a girly gasp escapes your lips. It is so weird to be looking down at your sweet pussy covered in such sexy lingerie. You stroke the lace and then your thighs. You feel a warm tingle start in your crotch.... you give yourself a shake and get back to the job in hand.

Next you tear off the t-shirt and set your breasts free as you pick up a matching bra and ease your pert tits into it. You think about the girls who work at the shack and what they tend to wear. You frantically look for a pair of pantyhose but to no avail. All you can find are a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings and so you grab them and throw yourself down onto Gwen’s bed. You ease your foot into one stocking and pull the sheer nylon up one leg before repeating with the other side. Despite the panic you feel a thrill as you stand up and give a spin and run your hands over your tight arse and your nylon clad thighs.

Then you dig out a short black miniskirt and pull that up over your hips to just cover the stocking tops before throwing on a black low cut t-shirt that you notice clings to you in all the right places! Finally you grab a pair of colourful sneakers and ease your nylon clad feet into them. Again you think of girls at the shack and grab your sisters brush and a scrunchie. You quickly brush your long hair into a ponytail before sprinting out of the door. You run down the street and down towards the shack. It’s only a few minutes away but it feels weird running with your breasts bouncing around barely restrained by your bra. You feel people’s eyes on you as you sprint past them, your black clad thighs flashing the tops of your stockings and your tits swaying.