She insists on a change of uniform first

"Welcome to your new workplace, kitten, you'll be spending rather a lot of time here from now on," Miruko purrs, something like amusement sparkling in her red eyes. If there's a joke to be found here, you still don't quite see it, and you stare uncertainly back at her. This isn't a joking matter for you. You're really serious about wanting to be her assistant, about having a chance to help a real hero in her work. "I want to get started with you as soon as possible." The gorgeous rabbit hero continues, leaning in closer towards your slender body. You shiver faintly as the taller woman looms over you, utterly unable to stop your gaze from darting back over her large boobs, barely constrained by the sports bra that's all she's wearing over them. The bumps of her hard nipples are obvious in the stretched fabric, and you feel your legs shiver as your dick stiffens up inside your sensible underwear, pressing against the fabric. It doesn't feel anywhere near as nice as when you were wearing panties. "Only...there's just one problem we'd better sort out first, one rather serious problem in fact."

"What is it?" You gasp, just about managing to tear your gaze from her amazing boobs to look up at her face again.

"I told you to wear something cute for me, didn't I?" Miruko sighs. "Look at you, kitten. I'll admit, the way you're trying to be all serious and smart does have a certain adorable appeal, but it just doesn't suit you at all. No, it won't do." She shakes her head, her red eyes moving dismissively over your nice collared shirt in a way that makes you very self-conscious. She's right of course, it doesn't suit you at all. Just wearing clothes like this feels wrong somehow, like they don't quite fit right on your slender, girly body. You feel a hollow ache in your stomach at the thought that you could have messed up so badly on your very first day. She told you to wear something cute, nice and clear...why did you just ignore that? Is she going to...fire you now? You stare anxiously up at your gorgeous idol, your tail twitching nervously behind your back. "Oh, don't look so upset, as cute as that sad little face is." The beautiful rabbit hero coos. "I thought this might be a little snag, so I prepared something for you myself. My former assistant moved on to bigger and better things and I still happen to have the uniform he used while working for me. You two were almost the same size, so I imagine it'll fit you rather well. You'll just have to get changed into that right now, and everything will be fine, okay?"

"Yes, Miruko!" You nod hurriedly, feeling your heart soar. Oh, you're so lucky she's being this understanding with you, even when you keep being so stupid and messing up all the time! You really need to buck up and show her you can do things right for once, and that starts here and now. You're going to put on that uniform like she wants and wear it just right! And then you're going to be the best assistant she's ever had! "Thank you..." You gasp out, shivering with eager excitement. "Thank you so much!"

"Adorable." The gorgeous hero smiles down at you, baring perfect white teeth. She's standing rather close to you now, and at your height her sweaty boobs are right in your face. You try to be a good boy and not peek, but with those two gorgeous, tanned mounds right there you can't stop yourself from giving them little glances. Your mouth goes dry, your noise tingling as you catch the scent of her, spicy and warm in ways that make your cheeks flush and your stiff dick throb. She smells...really good, and as you watch a glistening droplet of sweat run down her collarbone to trickle into the crevice between her large boobs, you can't help but imagine leaning in to lick it off with your little tongue, nuzzling into the warm heaven of those beautiful breasts and breathing in as much of that enticing scent as you can. "Now I'm not expecting you to get changed in front of me just yet or anything." Miruko continues, with you hardly hearing her over the pounding of your heart. "So I've laid the uniform out for you in the spare bedroom, just through there." She raises a muscled arm to point at a nearby door, and you find yourself hypnotized by the way her toned shoulder flexes. You wonder just how strong she really is...and how it would feel to have that muscly arm wrapped tight around your slender body instead. "I'll be back in the gym finishing my workout, so get changed nice and fast, make sure to put on everything I left out for you, then come find me, quick as you can, understand kitten?"

"Yes!" You answer in a high-pitched squeal, as soon as her words filter through your overheating mind. Already you're making silent and extravagant promises to yourself, that you'll pull on that uniform faster than anyone else ever could and show her you can be the perfect assistant!

"Good boy." She nods, those two amazing words making your fuzzy ears tremble in excitement. Your belly flutters madly, and you feel rather like you'll do almost anything to have your gorgeous idol say them to you again. "Now get to it, okay? And remember, put on everything. I'll be checking to make sure you have." She says firmly, then turns to stride away across the room towards another open doorway, where you guess her gym must be. Despite your promise to hurry, you find yourself frozen in place, utterly unable to do anything but stare as Miruko walks away from you.

The view from behind is just as enticing as her front, and you stare longingly at the flexing muscles of her back and shoulders, all that rippling, tanned skin on display. In those tiny exercise shorts, damp with her sweat, you can make out the large muscled cheeks of her firm, round butt the fabric is clinging to so very tightly, a sight that makes you shiver with lust. Then below that, her long, toned legs, flexing enticingly with every step. The way her calves bulge and stiffen with her every stride makes you shiver. Your cheeks are blazing and you're breathing rather hard indeed by the time she slips out the room, the aching in your stiff dick increasingly difficult to ignore. For a moment you just stand there, mouth hanging open and your legs trembling. Then you suddenly remember you were supposed to be getting changed into your new uniform, and straighten with a strangled gasp.

"Come on, Ren!" You murmur, shocked at yourself. What are you doing ogling her like that? You're a good, polite boy! No matter how enticing her boobs and butt and muscles are in those tiny clothes, you shouldn't stare! You're just lucky she didn't notice how much you were gawping at her, or she might have gotten really mad at you! Biting your lip hard, you turn and hurry for the room she pointed out to you. It's a little awkward to walk with how hard your dick is right now, but you manage to waddle over to the door.

Inside, you find a small bedroom. It's fully furnished, but clearly not in use at the moment by the empty shelves, wardrobe and the perfectly made covers of the small single bed against the far wall. You glance over the bare walls, wondering just what Miruko uses this room for normally. She doesn't seem like the type to have guests over that often, and this seems rather small and sparse for that anyway.

Then you spot the clothes she mentioned laid out on top of that bed, and a gasp of shock escapes your lips. You're not quite sure what you were expecting for your assistant's uniform, but it certainly wasn't a black and white maid outfit, complete with fluffy skirt, a white blouse, a little headband, and a pair of long stockings and polished black shoes waiting at the foot of the bed, complete with small heels. It's all...rather cute and pretty, you have to take a moment to admit, but what is this? What's going on? These...are girl's clothes, aren't they? Your tail bristles up behind you in surprise as you stare down at the pretty outfit. Did Miruko make some sort of mistake? She does...know you're a boy, doesn't she? Of course she does, she said as much back in that construction site, so why does she want you wearing a dress?

You shuffle over to the end of the bed, reaching an uncertain hand over to the pretty white blouse. It's very well-made, the fabric silky and smooth under your fingers. The little buttons are adorable, and you find yourself imagining what it would feel like over your slender chest. It'd be rather tight, you decide, in a nice way. The skirt...is a little more difficult, though it looks just as pretty with the nice, fluffy hem and cute white apron hanging over the front. No matter how much you enjoy wearing slightly feminine clothing, you've never actually worn a dress or skirt before. It'll sit rather nicely on your hips, you decide, but...it does seem really rather short, barely long enough to cover your thighs. When you move or bend over, you know you're going to be struggling to stop it from riding up to show off your butt. And your tail is going to make that even harder. You frown faintly as you notice a tag still hanging on the hem, almost like it was newly bought. Miruko said it belonged to her previous assistant, did she just forget to cut that off?

Then you notice one other item, resting on top of the nice stockings you were imagining slipping on your bare legs. A pair of silky white panties, with a cute little ribbon on the front, just about your size. You shiver at the sight, reaching out before you can stop yourself to grab the silky fabric in your hands. They feel really nice and comfy...even more so than your favorite pink pair you were caught in at the construction site. With your dick still hard, and your cheeks flushed, you can't help but imagine how good they'll feel cupping your stiff erection in this silky, smooth fabric.

Then Miruko's voice rings in your head, the way she insisted twice over that you wear...everything she laid out for you. This is clearly what she meant, why she was so clear about it, and you blush furiously at the thought of her deciding you should really be wearing panties again. Why though? Okay...you can sort of understand the dress as a uniform, since this is clearly all she has and you were dumb enough to wear the wrong thing in the first place, but why is she insisting you wear girl's underwear too? It feels way too embarrassing, especially since you're fairly certain that short skirt means she's going to be getting plenty of looks at what's underneath.

Only...wearing all these pretty clothes, this lovely, expensive uniform you're suddenly certain will suit you so nicely, and then just having a pair of boring grey briefs on underneath like you're currently sporting, that doesn't quite seem right either. And she's already seen you in panties, so she clearly knows you like them. Maybe this is just her...being nice? Trying to suit your tastes, making you more comfortable. The thought makes you feel rather guilty that you're so unsure about this. You bite your lip uncertainly, your tail swaying from side to side like it always does when you're thinking hard. You know you'd better make a decision soon...Miruko was pretty clear she wants you with her nice and quickly, and...you can admit a certain tingling anticipation at the thought of seeing her working out in those tight, tiny clothes.

Isn't being her assistant what you wanted so badly? And she's...being nice giving you the right clothes to wear at all. You can't stand here dumbly any longer and make your gorgeous idol wait for you. You're going to have to make a choice.