Jules is about to rise, and go down into the cellar, when she stops him, telling him to dress in what is held in the chest.  Bouyed by the idea of wearing some real clothes, he goes to the chest.  Opening it, expecting to find some sort of proper clothes, he is crushed by the... outfit that he sees in the chest.  He stares at it, stunned for a moment, before lifting it up, he examines it more, to confirm his initial thought of it.<br/><br/>Yes, it some sort of maid's uniform.  Black, with white trim.  Short, so short, Jules is not really sure if it qualifies as clothing.  He pauses, then realizes he can't say no, not without punishment, so he slips it on over his head.  Tugging and pulling to get it down, and in position to cover...  Well, not much, not much of anything.  It doesn't quite reach down to cover his ass or his cock, nor does it cover his new breasts.<br/><br/>Jules then lifts the shoes, he cannot help but whimper looking at them.  At the height of the heels.  Kneeling on one knee, he puts one of them on, then shifts to put the other on.  He stands, a bit uneasily, not used to heels before.  Slowly, he goes down thru the trap door, to the stairs.  Going slowly, hand on the wall to steady himself as he goes down the stairs.<br/><br/>Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jules reaches the first door.  He pauses in front of it for a second, then moves on, knowing he has taken time.  Going to the wine cellar, he stops seeing all those bottles.  "Which one..." he whispers, unable to remember which bottle to get.  He grabs one, from the bottom shelf of the one on the right rack, then goes back up the steps.  Stumbling one, he only catches himself with a hand on the wall.  Holding onto the bottle for dear life, he steadies himself, then goes back to the main room.<br/><br/>Kneeling by her, Jules holds the bottle up for her.  "Your wine mistress."<br/><br/><br/>