A small problem

She held up the garments in disbelief. When she picked up the bag, the weight of it was encouraging. But she soon found out, that most of that weight were a pair of long leather boots. Because apart from those, the outfit consisted of a small tube top, a corset and a miniskirt - emphasis on 'mini'.

"What - What are these?" asked Shannon.

"Our uniform, silly." smiled Vixy "you are one of us now. Girlpowa!" she purred.

"Can't I wear something a little bit more... substantial?"

"Of course not. We have to look alike. Come, try it on. You're gonna love it." she said while sitting down on one of the benches.

Shannon quickly reviewed her mission in her head, desperately trying to find a loophole that would allow her to not prance around the restaurant like a slutty pirate while still keeping her job. There was none. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to her fate. When she saw Vixy just sitting there, looking at her expectantly, she looked around the locker room. "What? Here?"

"Well, if you want, you can try it on outside with Bosco. I'm sure he would love that."

Oh crap, she thought. She had always preferred locker rooms that allowed personal privacy. Something that was clearly missing there. "Can - Can you wait for me outside?"

"Ooow, someone is a shy girl here." giggled Vixy.

"No, it's... No, I just... I just need to look... perfect on my first day. It's gonna be a surprise." lied Shannon, willing to say anything if she could change without Vixy, in peace.

"Ow, I get it." smiled Vixy as she stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll be outside if you need help." she gave Shannon a wink, then closed the door behind herself.

Her first course of action was to remove her medallion and put it inside her purse. She had a damn good reason to do so. That medallion was what recorded everything she did. Gone were the days of 2D cameras. This was recent cutting edge technology that monitored a 5m radius around itself and created a perfect 3D holoview of the surroundings and the sounds. Down to every small facial features or scars. Similar to a sonar, just much more precise. Unfortunately, that also meant it monitored her every move in 3D until it was in her neck. No doubt, the guys hoped she would forget about it while changing, but she had seen the test runs. And no job was worth giving a free striptease to her pervy colleagues. She would put it on once dressed.

Try as she might, there were so many mirrors in the locker room that she couldn't find a spot where she wouldn't see her reflection while undressing. Ugh, whatever. She quickly kicked off her heels and wiggled herself out of her dress. As she stood there in a black satin bra and matching panties, she glanced at herself in one of the mirrors. She was fit. Worked damn hard to keep fit, but at least it showed. Her tan, flat tummy and narrow waist allowed her to show a modest amount of midriff. Something she was glad for, after seeing her 'uniform'. And many a boyfriend had mentioned her having 'killer legs'. Another thing she can flaunt in the knee-high boots and really mini miniskirt. She was glad the boots were high heeled, though. Her modest breasts were the only thing she had never been happy with,but she was slowly getting used to them. Growing up in a conservative family, she couldn't wear padded bras or silicone inserts, but she never really needed them. She still wore one size too big bra cups to give it a bit of a boost - from A to B - but everyone did that, yes? Of course they did, she thought.

"Done already?" came Vixy's voice through a gap in the door.

"Hey, don't peek!" she covered herslef in panic. How long has she been looking? she wondered.

"Sorry!" then she closed the door again.

Geez... Shannon put on the top first. It was red, with a black corset. Despite not asking for her size, they got the outfit pretty well. Maybe that was why she had to turn around in the office. She couldn't tie the corset alone, but she would get Vixy to help with that later.

She stepped into the skirt next. It was also red. Once up, it was around her mid-thighs. A bit higher. She had never worn anything higher than her knees, but there was precious little she could do at that point.

Once the boots were on, she felt like a slut. And she did look like a slut, though she tried to ignore that fact. A pirate slut, to be precise. It fit the theme of 'belly of the beast', though she doubted anyone even knew what pirates were back in the days. Or, they picked this theme exactly for that reason. She put her medallion back on. You missed the show, guys. she thought with a smile. She looked at her reflection. Wow. She tried to ignore the fact that the slutty outfit made her feel pretty damn sexy. And once the corset was tightened, her modest cleavage would look even better.

"Done already?" came Vixy's voice from outside.

"Yes!"

Vixy came in and looked Shannon up. "Wow, you look stunning. I bet you love how it feels, eh?" she grinned.

"Among others..." She definitely didn't want to acknowledge liking what she saw. "Can you help me with the corset?"

"Sure thing." As Vixy stood behind her tieing the corset, she noticed Shannon's bra straps showing on her shoulders. Since the top was strapless, it was pretty hard to miss them. "Done. But you can't wear a bra under this." she said tapping on her shoulders.

"It - It barely shows. I'm sure it will be fine."

"No, I mean you literally can't wear a bra under this." she said pointing at a sign nearby. It depicted a bra in a red 'no' symbol.

"Oh, for the love of..."

"No worries." said Vixy as she sneaked her hand under the top and unsnapped the bra.

"Eeekkk!" yelped Shannon as she felt Vixy swipe away the garment. "Hey, give it back!" She turned around, looking at Vixy angrily.

"No. Don't be silly. You look great." she smiled, holding the bra behind her back defiantly. "Plus, I can give you some tissues if you need some."

What? Why would she need tissues for? Then she followed her gaze to her chest. Oh my god! Her hands shot up to cover her modest bust.

"Don't be ashamed. Many girls do that. I would, with the lack of... you know." she sneered, pushing out her more than generous vodka knockers and giving them a bounce.

Shannon felt beyond humiliated. Her small breasts had never been an issue in her life, yet there she was, made to feel inferior to a dumb bimbo because of them. All of it being recorder for her colleagues to hear. It was not like she had posed to be busty, but without even her respectable B-cups, she would never hear the end of it.

"I - I don't stuff." she tried to act casually, lowering her arms.

"Well, you should." she pointed at Shannon's chest with a snicker.

Shannon looked down and could see that the corset pushed what little she had up, but without the support of her bra, the top hung loosely around her pert little A-cups. Not that noticeable from the front, but if she bent forward, it would give anyone an eyeful of her little mouthfuls. And bending forward was what waitresses usually did. And that damn medallion was hanging right above them.

"I mean, you didn't have much up top to begin with" she giggled, "but without the bra, I can see it's not a small problem, but two tiny ones..."

"S - Shut up!" she held an arm in front to clench the top to her chest, blocking the medallion's view. "I can probably get something a bit smaller."

"No offense, honey, but I don't think we have anything that small."

"I said shut up!"

"Come on! We'll just fill it up. Let me help you with that. We will start in 15 minutes, and I do believe you want to be done with this before the other girls show up." she gave Shannon a wink that sent shivers down her spine.