...and dressing

In the corner of the room, a stack of towels stood proudly tall, all fluffy and ready to be used, next to a small paper package. The package contained a few items of clothing, although… it seemed to be missing some rather important parts. A black skirt, barely reaching mid thigh, that looked awfully similar to a tutu. Hopefully she won’t have to pick anything up from the floor, since the package didn’t contain any underwear. What looked like stockings turned out to be leggings, held in place by a garter belt. The top wasn’t much better either, a simple corset that ended just short of the breasts. The old tattered rags were turning into the more attractive offer the more she looked at them. Maybe nobody would punish her for not wearing the “uniform.”

Helen sighed and began toweling her body dry, spending a few minutes on trying to get as much water out of her hair as possible. It would simply have to dry on it own.

Thankfully, the corset was tied in front, else she would have needed someone to help put it on. Tight, but not uncomfortable, it hugged her middle, somehow making her bust look even larger. She pulled on the leggings, snapping each in three places on the garter belt, wondering if the skirt would even be able to fit over her butt. A tight fit, but it did.