Fay enters your room and closes the door behind himself with a quiet click. His heart pounds rapidly as his gaze falls upon the neatly laid out clothes on your unmade bed. "No way... This has to be a joke." He mutters under his breath, reaching out hesitantly to pick up the black, frilly skirt, turning it this way and that as he examines the ridiculously short length and delicate material.

With growing trepidation, he sorts through the rest - the lacy bra, matching panties, thigh-high stockings with garters. What catches his attention most, however, is the fluffy cat tail attached to... Oh god, is that really what it seems to be?! Fay quickly drops it back onto the bed, his stomach churning.

"What the actual fuck, dude... You must be out your fucking mind if you think I'll actually wear this shit!" He shouts towards the door, knowing you can likely hear him. They made that stupid drunken bet last weekend, sure, and Fay did technically lose. So being your temporary 'servant' is one thing. But this? THIS?! Fay feels a hot flush rise to his cheeks as anger battles embarrassment inside him. Well... He could at least check what he would look like before storming out, right?

Biting his lower lip, Fay slowly undresses, folding his t-shirt, boxers and jeans into a neat pile on your chair. Standing bare, he pauses, hand hovering uncertainly above the cat-maid getup. Just checking, that's all this is! Not like anyone would find out, anyway. Before he loses the nerve completely, he quickly pulls on the panties. They're too small, hugging tightly against his skin and accentuating rather than concealing.

Swallowing heavily, he next dons the skirt, garter belt, then struggles into the stockings. Already this feels more revealing and lewd than anything he's worn before. Finally ready except the tail, he approaches the mirror and... stops, frozen, hardly recognizing himself. Fay stares open-mouthed at the reflection. Who knew a silly maid uniform could transform a boy into... whatever THIS was supposed to be! The tight white top leaves little mystery of his nipples underneath. Every inch of visible skin looks extra soft and tempting—the exposed inner thigh peeking out between the tops of hose and bottom of ruffled miniskirt, the pale midriff above, the vulnerable column of neck rising to pink cheeks, red lips and shining blue eyes.

"Sigh, guess I might as well go all the way at this point, right?" He turns to look at the last remaining item on the bed with dread, then reluctantly picks it up. After lubing up the plug generously with lotion found in your drawer, he carefully inserts it, hissing as it stretches his virgin hole and slides past the resisting ring of muscle until fully seated. The fluffy tail brushes the backs of his legs with every step.

"Oookay then," he breathes once composed. "Let's uhhh... Let's just get this over with before I change my fucking mind."

Clearing his throat and steeling himself, he steps into the living room. "H-hey? Your requested m-meow-aid is reporting for duty~" The forced cutesiness dies halfway through, his face flaming scarlet as he finally looks directly at you. "If you ever breathe word of this to anybody else... I'm killing you deader than dead."