"Fuck that bastard..." I heard my sister grumbling as she fumbled with the bags her boyfriend had left for us.
"What's wrong?" I turned away from the TV to see her scowling as she rummaged around in the bag.
"This... this is what's wrong." Victoria pulled out what looked like a headband. It took me a moment to realize it was one of those cat ear headbands. She shoved it towards me a bit. "I told him I wasn't into that furry stuff."
I just nodded. It never did any good to talk to Victoria when she got into one of her moods. It didn't help any that her boyfriend Kevin had accepted last minute invitations to a costume party. Victoria didn't like last minute anything, so she'd made Kevin get our costumes. Which meant we were stuck with what was in these two bags.
I just sat there meekly as she pulled out the other bag and growled again. Then she pulled out what was to be my costume. I blushed a bit just seeing it. The short skirt and plunging neckline were almost too much, but the black with white lace trim made it very apparent that it was one of those sexy maid costumes. My stomach twisted a bit just thinking of putting on something so revealing.
"Right? You as a little hot maid for all the guys to ogle. I mean, I know you need a boyfriend, Violet, but..." I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she fumed. I knew that was just her protective instinct for her little sister. Ok, not too little, I mean we were both in our twenties now, but she still saw me as the meek little nerd girl she had to come rescue from the school bullies.
"It's ok, I mean, maybe it'll help..." I tried to defuse her a bit. We did have to get ready for the party anyway, and there wasn't any use fighting over it. These were the costumes we had, and there wasn't time to go find new ones. It wasn't like it was Halloween season.
"Oh, no. I'm not playing his game. You can take this, and I'll be the maid. And Kevin is going to get a talking to later." Victoria handed me the bag with the cat girl costume. I took it and looked at it.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I looked down at the costume. I wasn't so sure that being a cat girl was much of a step up from maid. At least it didn't look like the costume showed as much skin, though it was hard to tell all crumpled up in a bag.
"Yeah, let's go get changed. Kevin will be here soon, and I'll ask him why he wanted to give my sister the sexy maid costume and not his girlfriend." Victoria's eyes twinkled a bit. As much as she complained, I knew she liked Kevin, she just liked to be the one in charge. "And of course, show him, why it should have been me."
That hurt a bit. I know she didn't mean it, not really. She was just a lot more confident with her body than I was. We actually had close to the same build, and we often swapped clothes, about the only real advantage she had on me was her boobs, and I was just fine with that. She simply didn't consider how I'd feel about the implication of her words. I let it go, there wasn't any good to come from pushing back on it.
With that, she headed off to her room and I went to the guest room she had setup. I pulled out the costume and sorted it out. It was a full-on cat suit, with optional heels, long gloves, black face mask, tail and of course the cat ear head band. It was all black, and the cloth was soft and fuzzy, like they were trying to simulate the feeling of fur without it being too thick.
I quickly undressed and then started pulling on the jump suit part. It was a bit snug, but not tight, the cloth stretching in a way that didn't leave much to the imagination. I blushed a bit when I realized the zipper that went up the middle, came from all the way in the back, just under where the tail came out. It wasn't hard to figure out just how 'adult' this costume was. That and the zipper ended right about in the middle of my chest, which left my cleavage on full display. I giggled a bit, considering that if Victoria had worn it, the zipper would have probably had a hard time staying up. As it was, I still worried a bit, but after a little stretching I was relieved that it stayed in place.
When I finished making sure the zipper was all covered, I felt a strange tingle roll all the way up my spine. I couldn't quite explain it, but the suit felt really good, all snug and hugging my every curve. I totally never wore stuff like this, but maybe it would be okay after all.
I was surprised that the heels actually fit, but my little feet slipped right in just like they should. Then I pulled on the gloves and slipped the headband over my head. I was just glad my hair was a dark brown that complimented the suit perfectly and flowed over my shoulders. I paused the look in the mirror, and struck a nervous, sexy pose. I was just the spitting image of a perfect sexy cat girl, aside from the embarrassed grimace on my face.
Except...
I wasn't grimacing.
I was smiling. I was looking at myself in the mirror for the first time in ages and smiling. It wasn't just the outfit, though I had to admit it looking absolutely amazing on me. There was a sparkle in my eye. I couldn't even really put it in words, but it was like the nervous knot that always seemed twisted inside me just let go.
I enjoyed the feeling for a moment, posing in the mirror. Striking alluring poses that would normally embarrass me, even in private. I thrust out my chest, presented my rear and gave wicked lustful looks at my reflection. Then I laughed, not the meek amused giggling I usually managed, but a full deep laugh. It was like suddenly I was free!
Then it was time go. No need to delay, as Kevin would be showing up soon. I strutted back to the living room, riding this new energy I was feeling. I wondered what Victoria would think of it, me strutting around in this sexy cat suit, and I realized that I barely even cared. It was like a misplaced instinct, I was so used to worry about her opinion that my mind couldn't help but drift there for a moment, and the whole notion just seemed pointless. Why should it matter what she thought?
"Madame, pardon..."
I stopped short as I heard Victoria, her voice light and wavering with a French lilt. I looked towards the other side of the room, and she was looking at me. Her eyes were wide, and her smile was wavering meekly. Even more strangely, she was standing at attention, with her hands in front of her skirt and her head slightly bowed, like a submissive servant.
