I remember getting the notice about the new door locks but, as with most of the stuff from my complex, ignored it figuring that if I paid my rent on time, I was good.
I got up and got dressed in my normal work clothes, my favorite denim skirt(probably a little too short for a gurl my age) and a cute top that showed off my breast forms quite nicely, stockings and my favorite heels with my long red wig.
A friend called inviting me to lunch, so I begrudgingly changed and went to join him.
Now, I ALWAYS lock my door but when I got home from lunch, I was in a hurry to answer nature's call and forgot. Finishing up I changed back into my outfit and went to the kitchen to get a drink before I went back to work.
I had just closed the refrigerator when I head a quick knock on my door and heard it open, "Maintenance."
Trapped, I didn't have a choice, I stepped around the corner, told them to do whatever they needed to do and went back to my desk.
"Um yes ma'am, er... Sir."
Just like the hero i one of those adventure movies when the building explodes behind them, I didn't even look back. Oh, well. At least I got ma'am'd, sort of.