Dress up

The house seemed quiet as you close the front door, typically Cecilia would atleast be awake when you finished work so the silence of the house seemed deafening. Looking around to see if there is any evidence she is even in, you notice the door to the bedroom is ever so slightly ajar.
You peek through the gap to a surprising sight; Ceci wasn't asleep but instead a myriad of clothes lay out neatly on the duvet and a trail of clothes hangers were dotted around the wardrobe.
She was admiring herself in a long maid dress. It looks archaic, as if taken out of a Victorian's closet yet despite its age it was immaculate. The white ruffles and apron were starched and the black gown had no signs of wear and tear. It was as if it were perfectly tailored for her shape.
She lifed the sides of the skirt, turned and posed, examining her backside. You wonder how she got this all on by herself, surely it was no easy feat?
Your mind draws a blank as she spins around on her feet, the skirt flares and the pleats dance as it follows her piroette. She giggles to herself in admiration, exuding an intoxicatingly adorable sweetness that struck your heart like an arrow.
As Ceci continues to model, your eyes wander to spy some other articles of clothing this time laying on the ground, presumably she tried these ones on before; a lacy corset and tights. These weren't period pieces like the maid dress, however, but were unmistakably lingerie.
She hadn't worn anything so skimpy as of yet, but the thought of her wearing something so revealing and so intimate for your eyes only left you in a desirously dizzying haze; you picture her awaiting you in bed sitting on her haunches, the black lacy tights flush against her porcelain legs with the elastic of the garter belt leaving a soft divet in her skin. Envisioning her smooth, shapely body perfectly fitted into the tight corset, you imagine her eyeing you up seductively, a predator about to pounce on her prey, biting her lip in anticipation.
The daydream is shattered by a loud yelp and Ceci's flushed face. She's seen you.
"Are you some kind of voyeur?!" She stammers as she rushes over to slam the door.
You attempt to respond but bearly a single word leaves your lips before you're met with the hardwood door. You let out a sigh of dejection.
As you turn to leave you hear the door opening slightly; Ceci peeks her head out, her voice was muffled in part by the door frame and in part by a telltale shyness.
"I was just trying things on..."
You move to face her, Ceci's cheeks were glowing with a gentle rose pink that highlighted her expectant gaze.
"I hope you didn't see anything... weird"
An involuntary smile is enough of a hint to reveal the truth, she breaks eye contact with rapidly reddening cheeks.
"Tch... I wanted it to be a surprise..." she spoke in a diminutive voice, a bearly audible whisper with a pang of disappointment.
You can feel your heart pick up the pace at the mention of a surprise, your mind is unable to formulate a sentence as the thought from earlier creeps back in.
Your stunned silence betrays you, a smirk emerges across her face as she closed the door gently.
"I might show you later... just no peeking!"
Her infectious giggle and sly shift in demeanour pique your curiosity, but perhaps it would be worth the wait.