Three heads of hair had entered into the room with what looked to be folded clothes on their arms. Leticia looked at them and they looked at her, as they scanned her up and down as if she were an object and not a person.  

She had gotten away with putting on her own attire earlier, but it seemed this time she would not be able to win. 

The three maids curtsied, while they maintained their gaze towards her. “Master, we have come to dress you.”  

Leticia held her hands out, as they began to undress her. The first button popped, and then another as they slowly stipped her bit by bit. It made her flush with embarrassment that even her lower half was being stripped away piece by piece till she could feel a breeze pass through.  

All three of them continued to hoover over her, as Leticia silently watched the process of how each article of clothing was placed upon her body. Their swift hands that would button each button with precision, unlike her clumsy self that would occasionally miss a button or two.  

“We have finished.” the maids stated, as all three of them stepped away from her. 

Uncomfortable, and unbearably stiff was the only thing that would first come to mind as Leticia tried to move with the overly tight articles of clothing upon her.  

She managed to barely breath out. “How do I look?” 

The three of them unchanged in expression, simply replied. “Perfect, master.”  

Her hands rubbed against her wrist, where the cuffs had been buttoned. Her neck felt constricted for the collar itself was a tad bit too tight, which made it impossible for her to lower her head to look down. Her pants were a bit more lenient, since they seemed a bit looser to allow for her to walk, while her vest was tightened to a point it reminded her of the corsets she used to wear. 

Was this normal attire for men?  

She was sure she was allowed to wear more comfortable clothing then this.

“You should go and see yourself, master. If you are unpleased, we will gladly change your outfit.” They gestured with their hands out towards the cheval mirror.   

Leticia reluctantly took the offer to look at herself to the same finely built man in blue and gold attire, with an emblem of an eagle with two swords crossing on his chest. Meanwhile, those green eyes continued to gaze back at her, and her face seemed a little bit flushed.  

Leticia to avoid getting changed simply replied, “I look exceptional. Where is Lady Natalia? 

“Lady Natalia is waiting for you at the greenhouse."  

The servants once satisfied by her reply and attire, picked up all of her older clothes and threw it over their arms. They scanned the room a few times to make sure there was nothing amiss, before they gave a graceful curtsey and left the room.    

Leticia took this chance once the door closed to hyperventilate and curse the world for being stuck in a man's body. It was overly stimulating.  

A few minutes would pass as she continued to banter till, she felt she was satisfied. She regained her composure, as she made her way towards the door. With both hands tightly grasped upon the door handle, she pushed it open with much more strength than she had anticipated for there was a loud thud.  

Both doors had flung open, with so much force that they had slammed into the adjacent wall. A painting on the side had fallen off, and a vase on a pillar slowly swayed side to side before it ended up smashing into the ground with a crash. 

The whole area would follow with silence, as the servants who had been tending to their daily activities had stopped what they were doing.  

Leticia put a hand up to assure them with a simple, “you may resume with your duties.” All the while in the back of her mind, she was sweating bullets.