"But, Monsieur...I don't own any pants," she said. She only wore skirts or dresses. "You are welcome to what I have..." She pulled something out of the closet and held it out. "This is much too big for me..." she said, surprised.
Robert sighed.
She pulled more out of the closet and started holding it up against him. A black skirt with a white lace trim that was essentially the lower half of French maid outfit, a few dresses. He was surprised to notice the entirety of her closet outside of the two maid uniforms could fit in a suitcase. It suddenly occurred to him that she kept to herself mostly. He didn't know if she had any friends, and quite honestly, this was the first time he'd even thought about it. The room had a small television he'd provided. It wasn't like he didn't pay her an appropriate wage. But it looked like she'd spent very little of it.
"I suppose they are yours now, Monsieur Robert," she said. "At least the bottoms."
"What are you going to wear?"
"I suppose pants," she said. "From the drawer in Miss Sarah's room. They should fit me, yes?"
Robert was not thinking about the fact that his daughter's boyfriend had a drawer, or that he used it often enough that Mollie knew where it was. After yesterday and today, it seemed the wrong time to question Sarah's behavior. "Why exactly don't you own any pants?"
"Where I grew up...girls did not wear pants," she said. "I will help you get dressed. And then I will go find something, and the room is yours, as ordered."
First the panties, then, he pulled in the skirt and tied it around the waist with a white silk ribbon. Next, he went to pull on the tights, and found himself bunching them up before pulling them on his feet. Unknowingly, as he bent over he gave Mollie a full view of his behind under his skirt, which, unnoticed to either of them, seemed to conform to the outfit more than expected. Mollie was surprised to find the sight of it a bit arousing. She'd never thought much about Monsieur outside of their interactions. Eventually Robert had pulled on the tights almost expertly. "Do I look ridiculous?"
"I expected you would need help, Monsieur. But...perhaps years of removing such clothes...you are much better at wearing them. But...you will need these...you do not want to walk around barefoot." She pulled out a pair of black heels and handed them to him. He frowned, but they were part of the outfit, so he fastened the heels to his feet. After a few wobbly steps he found his footing.
"Thank you, Mollie," he said.
Mollie started out of the room, part of her thinking how nice he looked in the outfit, much to her surprise, not thinking about whether it was surprise a man looked good in half a maid's outfit or that it was arousing to her new equipment. She went to inspect Miss Sarah's room and confirmed her suspicions. All of Miss Sarah's pants and skirts seemed larger, and the two pairs of her boyfriend's jeans fit her perfectly, despite the fact the boy was much larger than she was. She sighed, trying to decide what to do next. She imagined that the two teens would be quite surprised when they came home.
