Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Lydia’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, Andrea, you mustn’t refuse,” she said urgently. “The punishment would be severe. And… and you might find you actually enjoy it, in time.”
I opened my mouth to protest further, but before I could speak, a sharp knock at the door made us all jump.
“Girls?” Greta’s voice called from the other side. “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. Andrea needs to be dressed and downstairs in twenty. Make sure she’s presentable. I’ll set the table tonight—Andrea, honey, so you know, that’s your job from tomorrow. You hear me, girls?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lila and Lydia chorused.
As Greta’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Lila turned to me with a sympathetic smile. “We’d better get you changed,” she said gently. “You don’t want to be late to dinner your first night.”
I nodded mutely, still reeling from everything I’d just learned. I expected Lila and Lydia to leave, then, so I could get changed, but to my surprise they merely stood there, looking at me.
“Go ahead and get undressed,” Lydia finally said. “We don’t have that much time.”
I frowned. “But… I mean, okay—I’ll see you when I’m ready?”
Lila shook her head. “Greta said we have to make sure, so we have to watch you change.”
I stared at Lila and Lydia in disbelief, my cheeks burning hot. “You… you want me to undress in front of you?” I stammered, wrapping my arms protectively around myself.
Lila nodded, her expression sympathetic but firm. “I know it’s uncomfortable at first, but it’s part of life here. We all had to get used to it.”
“But I…” I began, searching desperately for some way out of this mortifying situation.
Lydia cut me off gently. “Andrea, please. We don’t want to have to report you to Devin. Especially not on your first day, when you’re already in trouble.”
I felt my stomach clench at the reminder of my impending punishment. The thought of adding to it made me shudder. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button of my blouse.
“That’s it,” Lila encouraged softly. “Just take them off quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to undo each button, hyperaware of Lila’s and Lydia’s eyes on me. As I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders, I felt goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.
“Now the skirt,” Lydia prompted gently.
With shaking hands, I unzipped my skirt and let it pool around my feet. Standing there in just my bra and panties, I felt more revealed than I ever had in my life. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from their gaze.
“The rest too,” Lila said, her voice kind but leaving no room for argument. “Bra and panties. We wear a different kind of underwear here.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself to get through this. With a deep breath, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. As it fell away, I heard twin gasps from Lila and Lydia.
“Oh, my,” Lydia breathed. “Andrea, you’re… you’re stunning.”
I opened my eyes to see both girls staring at my chest, their eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and envy.
“Those breasts,” Lila murmured. “They’re so… so big and full. And those curves…” She gestured to my hips and waist.
I felt my face flame even hotter, if that was possible. I’d always been self-conscious about my figure—my large breasts and womanly hips that seemed out of place on my otherwise slender frame. Now, under their scrutiny, I felt more aware of my body than ever before.
“The associates are going to love you,” Lydia said, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. “I’m sure they’ll want to use you often.”
Lila nodded in agreement. “And with a figure like that, you’ll have an accepted suitor in no time at all. The men here appreciate a woman with real curves.”
Lydia had opened the top drawer of my new dresser and taken some white things out. She approached me, holding out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. “Here,” she said softly. “These are your new undergarments.”
I took them hesitantly, the fabric feeling stiff and unfamiliar in my hands. The panties were high-waisted, covering far more than the bikini-style ones I was used to. The bra was equally modest, with wide straps and full coverage cups.
“Go ahead,” Lila urged gently. “Put them on.”
With a deep breath, I stepped into the panties, pulling them up over my hips. They felt confining, almost like a girdle. The waistband came up to just below my navel, smoothing out the slight curve of my lower belly.
Next, I fastened the bra, adjusting the straps. It cupped and lifted my breasts, but in a way that minimized rather than enhanced them. I felt oddly constricted, yet also strangely… secure.
“Now for your dress,” Lydia said, holding out the pale yellow frock I’d noticed earlier.