Cleaner: Chapter Three - Part Three

The dark blue dress looked amazingly drab next to the chiffon blouse I was wearing but I was excited to put it on. Helping Melissa had put me properly in the mood.

I took off my blouse and baggy trousers, glancing nervously across at Melissa. She was still admiring her new look in the dressing table mirror. I looked down at my slim body, touching my stomach, picturing how Melissa had looked in her bra and panties. She was so much bigger than me. I closed my eyes, imagining I was as fat as that, that my hands were stroking a bloated stomach, frowning a little at the contradictory sensations my fingers were feeding back to me.

What would Melissa say if I added some padding underneath the dress? Would she think I was a lunatic? I could... I could put on a swimming costume under the dress... and slip folded clothes inside to provide extra bulk.

It seemed silly though – and too last minute. I’d feel like an idiot doing that now.

Maybe next time.

I looked back at Melissa.

Was there going to be a next time? Would this... Could this be something that happened regularly?

Did I want it to?

“Just enjoy this time,” I murmured to myself. “Worry about that later.”

“Pardon?”

I swung round to look at Melissa. She was looking curiously back.

“Uh, nothing,” I said. “I was just thinking out loud.”

She turned back to the mirror.

I picked up the dress and held it to my body, then catching my breath, I lifted it up and slipped it on, smoothing it into place.

It felt extremely odd. It was made of a cheaper fabric than I was used to and it was too big for me – enough to feel strange without looking too bad. I touched my stomach and thighs, my shoulders, my arms, smiling mildly, feeling it like an immersion in some strange new form.

It was only a dress but it felt like I'd become someone else; like I’d stepped out of my body and put another one on instead. I never wore anything remotely resembling this. I didn’t look like a rich model wearing it. I looked like an ordinary woman – like a cleaner – and realising that made a buzzing begin in my stomach and between my thighs.

I took the matching shoes out of their bag and set them down, then very slowly and deliberately put first one foot in and then the other.

I was getting tingles all over my body. I couldn’t explain it. Why did this turn me on so much?

I turned to Melissa and felt a chill when I realised she had been watching me. I'd been so caught up in my fantasies I hadn’t noticed. I gave her another shy smile and she smiled back at me. Despite my best intentions I felt my cheeks blossoming.

“I guess I’ll go down downstairs and see you in a bit,” I said.

“What if...?” she began. “What if I came down too?”

There was an extended pause. My eyes flicked across her different facial features, trying to gauge her.

“Okay,” I said. “Yeah. That would be... better.”

She got up to her feet. I tried to imagine what that would be like – having her there in my place properly while I took hers. I couldn’t.

There was another nervous hesitation, then I moved awkwardly to the door, conscious of how different my clothes were. She moved to join me but at the last moment I stepped back to let her go first. It was a simple polite motion but it hadn’t just been that to me. There had been another subtle layer that meant something else entirely.