Sofia Chance had sent loads of job applications out, with no luck.

She was started to get really demoralised, but as she went to switch her laptop off there was a ‘ping’ of an incoming email:

Dear Sofia,

You would be suitable for a part-time position at our company.

However, we have a strict 'in person' policy when discussing contracts, as well as a strict dress policy at our offices.

Please forward your dress size, as well as confirming whether you have any allergies to exotic fabrics or problems with tight spaces, and we will organise your interview.

Regards,

Admin.

Sofia scratched her head, confused.

What a weird set of requirements!

Only thing was, the email was from a well-known company in the city. Researching online, Sofia saw that the money was good, as well…

Before she realised it, she had replied to the email, giving her dress size and saying she had no problems with the ‘requirements’.

She then received a further email thanking her for her response and saying that the firm would be in touch.

A few days later, a nondescript package turned up, addressed to her, with a return address of ‘Human Resources’ at the company she had applied to.

She opened the package, folded back the layers of tissue paper, then her mouth dropped open in amazement…

She was looking at some kind of uniform. It was all made from black and white latex…

Her mouth getting wider, she removed the clothes from the box…

There was a short top, almost like a ‘boob tube’ with puffed sleeves; it was black and had white buttons down the front, with a square collar.

There was a very narrow skirt; it looked like she would only be able to walk in tiny steps in it.

There was a frilly black and white latex collar, which had a silver tag swinging from it (blank, but it looked like the tag from a pet’s collar).

There was also a bra, knickers and panty hose, together with a suspender belt, all made from latex.

There was also a matching short apron, as well as a set of three-inch black heels with elaborate buckles.

Sofia was already feeling uneasy about the clothes; then she saw the latex hijab. It was designed for any size hairstyle.

Some photos had been included in the box, to show what the clothes looked like worn; all the girls wearing them looked happy and cheerful.

There was also a letter, addressed to her.

“Dear Sofia”, it read, “Please find your uniform for your interview. All has been specifically chosen to ensure fitting; please do NOT try it on first.”

“Please shave your whole body, then dress on the morning of your interview in the clothing”, the letter continued, “and you will be collected by our driver.”

“We look forward to meeting you then.”

Now thoroughly confused, as well as a little bit scared, Sofia put the clothes and the paperwork back in the box.

“No job’s worth this”, she thought. “They can have this lot back.”

Sealing the box up, she quickly wrote ‘not known at this address’ on the box, and ringed the return address. She then dropped the box off at the post office on the way out to lunch.

For some reason, that evening, she started thinking about the job again, and she had a very erotic dream that night about her wearing the uniform.

That’s why it was even more a shock when she woke up on her bed, wearing the uniform!

She struggled frantically to remove it.

No joy. It was like it was glued on.

She got out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror as quickly as she could.

She was wearing the complete set, from head to foot.

The hijab definitely made her look foreign; her skin colour seemed to have changed to match.

She tried to speak, but nothing came out. That’s when she realised that a transparent mask was sealed to the front of the hijab.

Moaning frantically, she pulled and pulled at the mask, but it was like pulling her own skin.

None of the outfit would budge an inch…

As she was still trying to get free, the flat door opened.

“Ah, there you are”, came a voice.

Sofia looked on in disbelief as another woman, wearing the same as her but obviously able to speak, came over.

“Yes, I know”, she said, “It hits us all like that to start with. It’s very disorienting. However, the pay makes it well worth it, as well as the ‘fringe benefits’…”

The woman kissed Sofia, and she felt it through the mask.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to speak again soon”, she said. “Once a department has ‘claimed’ you.”

She showed Sofia the disc on her collar.

“Sandy: Transport.”

“See! I collect and deliver”, Sandy giggled. “And now, I’ve got to deliver you…!”

Sandy steered the struggling Sofia out of her flat, shutting the door behind them, and carted her off to her interview.

She got the job…