When Marianna put the maid outfit in my hands, my face instantly reddened.
  
 The two of us had checked into a hotel for the night: Marianna had brought the outfit, I brought all the other supplies. We’d been talking about doing this on and off for /weeks/--I came at the fantasy, multiple times.
  
 And now, we were going to do it for real.
  
 “Sarah?”
  
 I looked up. Marianna was staring at me with a concerned look. The dragoness put a hand on my cheek, and I leaned into it, my fur brushing against her scales. “We can go as fast or as slow as you want, babe,” Marianna said. “Do you want to do this?”
  
 I gulped. I looked down at the outfit again, then back at Marianna. What if I--
  
 No. Enough doubting. I wasn’t wrong for wanting this—and I was going to have some fucking fun.
  
 “I’m ready,” I said, nodding. “I-I might have to back out midway. We’ll see.”
  
 Marianna nodded, and leaned in for a kiss. I received it, and felt her soft lips against mine, sunk into her hand as it cradled my neck. Then we released, and the dragoness smiled. “Like I said, fast or slow as you want, babe. You know the safeword.”
  
 I nodded. “Let me go get changed.”
  
 Marianna nodded, and I saw that familiar smirk on her face, the one that lit up whenever formalities ended, and intimacies begun. “I’ll be waiting,” she purred, sitting on the bed.
  
 I ducked inside the bathroom, closing the door softly. Looking into the mirror, I saw my nervous feline face—but also a passionate light in my eyes. Yeah, I was ready. This was going to be good.
  
 I slipped out of my dress, letting the flowery fabric fall to the floor. Then I changed into the maid’s outfit. First, white sleeves and a black front slipped over my breasts, tightening me as the inside came over my hips and stomach: there was a corset-like material in there, which flattered my figure and made me look absolutely scrumptious. Then the too-short skirt, which stopped just beneath my balls and cock, and the apron, which went down to my knees. Finally, I slipped on the lace headpiece, and pure white gloves, letting myself feel the final pieces of fabric as I finished the dress-up.
  
 It was done. I looked into the mirror, and saw a meek maid staring back, her eyes already submissive and ready for punishment. I took a breath, and stepped out of the bathroom.
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