"OK, what the hell?" asked Alexandria, as she combed her hair the next morning.
She was wearing the new navy blue skirt-suit from The Feminine Professional, and after a good night's sleep, her senses were more aware of the fact that the blazer wasn't riding up with her arms.
The blouse felt light, smooth and cool against her skin.
The pantyhose, while tight, felt far more comfortable than the regular nylon ones she normally wore.
In fact, the most uncomfortable and restrictive items, was now her bra.
"OK, I guess this is worth it," she mumbled.
"Finally realized have you?" asked Adelaide, who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, with a smug smile.
"OK, they feel better for now. Let's see if they pass the day of work test," said Alexandria, refusing to give Adelaide the satisfaction of being right about The Feminine Professional.
"If you say so. Now come on, I've got my orientation, and Axel said he'll drive you to work," said Adelaide.
