You were up eating breakfast and watching TV when your sister came downstairs.
"Man I'm so sick of this job... but the job market straight out of college is terrible."
"That sucks" You try to be supportive, "You've been ranting all week about it."
"The Uniform is shit, its so antiquated, just because I'm a secretary, doesn't mean I should have to dress like this." she gestured to the skirt and low-cut blouse, and heels she was required to wear, along with that, she's required to wear a modicum of makeup, along with stockings, rather than pantyhose, which are apparently much more of a nuisance to wear, if you were to trust your sister.
"Not to mention I'm one of like 3 girls that work there, everyone else is a older man, and most are creeps."
"That sounds like it sucks" you answer... suddenly everything gets blurry, when it clears, you find yourself still sitting on the couch, but your legs propped up on the table are encased in stockings, your feet are encased in your sisters brown 4 inch heels, your shorts and T-shirt have been replaced with a skirt and blouse, along with a bra and panties as well.
Touching a finger to your lips you feel lipstick, its not hard to guess you're also wearing a complete face of makeup, even your nails are painted. You recognize the outfit as the one you'd just seen your sister in.
You turn to see your sister, she's wearing your clothes.
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