I take off the robe, turn it sideways, and wrap it around myself like a skirt. The man never said how I had to wear the robe, though based on his scowl, he is wishing he’d been more specific. I wrap the neck and waist ties around my waist, so they look like a chunky matching belt, and then slide my jeans out from underneath. I move over to stand in the mirror, and the whole look isn’t half bad. The apron skirt is much shorter than I would normally wear, especially for work, but my ass isn’t hanging out, which feels like a very small win in the middle of a shitty situation. I turn back to the man.
“Can I get this over with now?”
He peruses my outfit for a moment and then steps aside with a scowl, gesturing for me to carry on. I hurry past him, grab the plate from the counter without looki
