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"I can't believe I'm doing this," Xodiac said to himself as he picked up the small package on the floor. He ripped the plastic open with his claws, careful not to damage the clothing within, and dumped the contents on his bed. There were three items: a pair of plain cotton panties, a simple, functional bra, and a chemise. All in white, and — he checked — all in his size.

"Crap." This was going to be embarrassing as hell. He just hoped Tomae didn't upload the pictures he was undoubtedly going to take of him like this. Or, at least, didn't upload them too widely, or to certain specific sites.

Might as well get on with it, though. He stripped down quickly, leaving his clothes where they dropped, as usual; compared to the rest of his room, it was practically tidy. Then, taking a deep breath, he started to get dressed.

The underwear wasn't much of a problem. The panties felt odd, a little tight and riding high on the hips, exposing too much thigh. And of course the feeling of the bra around his chest was downright bizarre. The chemise, on the other hand, was so light and airy he could barely feel it. That might have been because of the open back, tailored to a winged wearer, but perhaps not; the material itself was pretty light and thin. The tab that buttoned closed at the back of the neck wasn't any trouble, either; most shirts and jackets for winged forms had something similar, whether it was styled for males or females to wear. The only issue this time was that the button for the chemise was so damn small.

Xodiac glanced at himself in the mirror over his dresser, and snorted. He looked, in his estimation, utterly ridiculous.

The shoes, he decided, were next. "I don't even wear shoes," he muttered. Not many digitigrade morphs did. But they weren't hard to figure out. The socks came up to just beneath his dewclaw, and the shoes were actually designed to work with digitigrade feet. Xodiac grimaced at the styling — there was no mistaking these for men's shoes, not with that broad strap across the top of his foot — but they were comfortable enough.

Then, the big one. The dress. He stepped in, careful not to scrape his shoes along the insides, and drew it up around him. Like the chemise, the back was scooped low, exposing his shoulderblades and keeping his wings free, with a button behind the neck to fasten the neckline closed over them. He connected a few of the buttons in front, enough to keep it from sliding off his shoulders, before wrapping the apron around his waist. It took a little time to figure out how to tie it closed behind his back, but eventually he managed.

A hard knock sounded at his door. "What's taking so long?" Tomae's voice came through the cheap wood easily. "Aren't you done yet?"

"Yup!" Xodiac called back.

The door opened without any invitation, and Tomae stepped through. He smiled as he looked the dragote up and down. "You missed a few buttons," he said, pointing at Xodiac's neckline.

Xodiac grimaced. He'd hoped to leave the top few unclasped; the style reminded him of men's dress shirts, and he hated buttoning those up all the way to his neck. "All the way?" he said, almost whining. He told himself it was almost, anyway.

"All the way," the otter confirmed. "I can see your chemise."

"Oh, no. We wouldn't want that," Xodiac said, and reached up to fasten the last few buttons. "That would be mortifying."

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Art by  cobaltk
His posting is here.
Story by me, based on his maid costume design.
605 words (this part)