Only a maid outfit

Entering the master bedroom, you root around April's closet while she stands by, waiting for your decision. Leafing through row upon row of pink, purple, and red garments, mostly evening dresses and clubwear, a sole patch of black and white catches your eye.

Pulling the hanger out and laying it on the bed, you look over the garment. It's a french maid uniform, and a particularly skimpy one at that; even the sluttiest college student wouldn't be caught wearing it on Halloween.

"Okay, April. I think we've found the only clothes you need. We'll take this, plus what you're wearing, and call it a day," you say as you pass her the hanger.

She nods hesitantly. "Okay, dear...if this is all you think I'll need, then this is all we'll take."

"Trust me," you say with a chuckle, "this will do fine." As April follows you back downstairs and towards the front door, she pauses in the hallway, looking thoughtful.

"John...how are we getting to your place? My car's under my husband's name, so we can't take that."

You laugh lightly as you give her exposed ass a gentle squeeze, slipping a finger beneath her pink thong. "It's no big deal...don't you remember being young? We'll take the bus." With that, you open the door, headed for the bus stop and for your new life.