Crossdressing Stories: Standard Dress Code

“Are you confused? I only asked you if you can see it.”

“I ...I... what are you ...what are you...are you referring to what?”

“My undies, George. Can you see it?”

He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes, I can.”

“Quite clearly?”

“Yes. Very clearly.”

“Good. Because that is what I want you to be wearing.”

He gazed at her directly in the eyes. “You want me to put on those panties?”

“Yes. For today. And on any other day that you resume for work, I would want you to be on the undies that I wore the previous day.”

“I would be putting on your undies?”

“Every single day, George. Every single day. Do you understand this?”

“In essence what you want me to do is to always be on your undies while working with you?”

“I don’t mean you have to strip completely and be only in my undies while you are working,” she said. She then winked at him and smiled. “But that would be really good to see, you know? It’s just that I don’t want any other person to see you like that, except me.”

“I see.”

“So, what do you think?”

“About?”

“My request, George. Can you abide by my dress code?”

He shrugged. “Do I have a choice?”

“Not if you want to work for me. As you must know, I pay very well and my staff enjoy working with me a lot.”

“I can imagine. I am really in need of a job right now. And I wouldn’t want to pass up on a chance to work with you, Janice.”

“So is that a yes or what?”

He nodded. “Yes, Janice. Yes, I would abide by your dress code.”

“Are you sure or are you just saying it?”

“I am not just saying it. I mean it.”

“Can you prove it?”

“You want me to prove what?”