Another one of those dream drawings. I was applying for a job. Somewhere in the interview, I was told that I would have to where a maid dress. I agreed thinking it wouldn't happen not expecting anyone in a work environment actually O.K. with seeing a guy in an outfit like this. Just like in real life, I still don't own a maid dress. This wasn't a problem. There was a room with dresses in different styles and sizes. Even one that fit me. Looking at myself in the mirror, I liked the way I looked. That anxious feeling of embarrassment hit as I built up the courage to step out of the dressing room. The boss seemed excited to see what I looked like. The next step was to step out to where the action is where I would be some kind of greeter and helper if needed. This is where things continue but no more events happen as I do my day.