Summary:
This is kinda inspired form JSZ's story where the office dress code gets made sexier in attempts to improve business productivity. I thought the idea was really hot, but it kinda went into a dead end, so I'm trying to make a longer more involved story with a similar premise. It's really absurd so don't take it seriously.
This is basically an absurd story about how a naïve, newly hired secretary in a clothing company suddenly becomes the test subject for their sexy new lineup of clothes. There's a bit of background world and character building in this chapter that can be skipped if you just wanna get to the hot stuff, but I did it just to add some depth (and for side stories maybe?, this is basically my first story so I'm experimenting). I plan for the story to keep going (beyond clothing) until it becomes too absurd to continue.
Criticism and ideas of any kind are welcome.
Chapter 0:
It was another lazy Friday afternoon as Beth leaned back in her office chair, filing away at her nails. Business was quiet as usual. Not at all what she had expected when she was put into this secretary position at Wilsons two months ago. She was so exited upon graduating with a degree in fashion design and a masters in fashion marketing, all sponsored by Wilsons, only to be handed such a dull job. Business was going down and the last thing they needed was another inexperienced, over-ambitious designer who didn't appreciate how expensive new projects were. At least her boss, Anthony Hicks, was the head of regional marketing, so the experience on her CV was invaluable. But, at this rate, she wasn't getting any experience in reality.
Wilsons was the most popular affordable designer clothing brand back when she was in school. They were relatively cheap and stuck with simple, traditional design and manufacturing prices, avoiding any unconventional design ideas, making them appealing to just about anyone looking for functional clothes with just the right hint of fashion. They had a lot of regional autonomy too, so clothes were often tailored to suite the local clientele and weather. For this reason a large part of their customer base was schools, companies, and other institutions that had uniforms and professional dressing requirements.
Beth's school was one of their customers, and during an open-topic high school innovation project, not particularly being good at math or science, she had decided to modify the school uniform and propose a better version as her project idea. At the time her school uniform consisted of a white cotton polo and maroon cotton trousers. On sports day (Friday) this would change to a colored polo based on what house you were part of and grey synthetic pants which were sturdier. The Boys could wear shorts and the girls skirts depending on what sports they had selected. Although most of the girls often wore shorts instead, electing not to show off their panties to the eager boys every time the wind picked up. Beth always found it annoying to have two different uniforms, especially because she tended to forget to wash her sports day attire until Thursday night. Wearing pants or shorts also sucked on the hotter days when you were running around. So, she decided to chop up her old pairs of uniform and combine them into one single outfit which was sporty but looked professional, that could be worn all week round. They were slightly small for her now but would do the trick.
The result of her work was a tight white polo with a subtle yet noticeable band of color to indicate your house, and a grey skirt with maroon accents for the bottoms. The skirt had a special trick, where a zipper that ran along its length could be zipped down for a loose sporty function, or zipped up for a tight pencil skirt like fit that avoided any unwanted upskirts. She wore it to the project fair to show off that it was fully functional, and not just some silly idea. Although this did make it look like she was there without a project, in casual clothing, so she did bring a big poster along.
Sadly, it looked like no one actually understood her project, was too lazy to read her poster, or didn't even recognize she was a student. She stood there like an idiot for most of the day with people giving her the occasional glance. Were they even trying to look for a project or just at her bare legs? Sighing, she sat down on her little stool and was soon just day-dreaming the time away.
