My sister's room was getting painted and she moved into my room, while I had a bed in the laundry. It was only for a few days, but gave me a chance to wear her clothes while the door was locked; bras, panties, stockings, and skirts. I got a bit carried away when she started banging on the door. "Just need to grab my bag for school." I quickly pulled off the dress and on with a shirt and jeans; still in the bra, panties, and stockings. Then, I tried to act casual as I let her in. She looked me up and down. My stocking toes and a bra outline were a dead giveaway. "Lovely," was all she said, grabbed her bag and left. We met up at school and she handed me a note that was simply a list of our mother's clothes and a warning be wearing them when she got home, or else. When she got home, I was wearing mom's black lace bra and panties, suspender belt, black skirt, and white blouse. My sister walked in after sports and handed me her bag. "Do my laundry, and make me a sandwich," was all she said. After that day, I was her maid two days a week and I loved it.
— Trevor, 27