Over this goes a skimpy black mini-dress with a tiny flared skirt and tight bustier that leaves my arms and shoulders bare. A white lace choker goes about my throat and white lace fingerless gloves over my hands. A matching lace-trimmed little apron is tied about my waist and once that wig is pulled down over my head a little black and white cap is perched atop this. Mistress smiles fondly at me as she arranges my lavish blonde ringlets about my shoulders.
“This will have to do until your hair goes out and we can get it properly dyed and styled. Now then, let’s get your shoes locked on and we can see to the rest.”
Soon I’m seated at Amelia’s vanity, looking at my terribly humiliating reflection from multiple angles in the tripartite mirror. Until my fingernails have similarly grown out I
