Two things were coming in the mail today. The first was the maid dress, of course. The second was a poster that Anon had bought off of Amazon, to remind himself that he was a sigma.
This was what the poster looked like:
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He wished that the poster put the sigma male above the alpha male, instead of below. The sigma male was probably supposed to be higher, but then there was some sort of error in the code that switched them.
Anyways, Anon still liked the poster. He saw betas all around him, and he was disgusted by them.
He used to respect betas, because he used to be one. Suffering together builds comradery. Being in the trenches with his fellow betas built strong bonds between them. That was how Max and Anon had become such good friends, back when they were friends.
For Anon though, being beta was just a phase. He used to be a beta, but he knew that he had to grow out of it eventually. He knew that someday he would have to let go of Zero Two and find a real woman. He hoped that day would never come, because of his love for Zero Two and his hate for women, but he knew that it would have to come eventually.
And today was that day.
Now that Anon was a sigma, he was going to get a girlfriend. Maybe a few girlfriends.
Now that he had a maid dress, he was going to be able to effortlessly attract anyone he wanted.
Just 5 more minutes until the nurse was supposed to come in and deliver any packages that he had received.
Time slowed to a crawl. The suspense was unbearable.
Finally, the nurse came in, right on time. Sure enough, she was carrying 2 packages. One had the Amazon logo on it, and the other said "PlusSizeQueens.net" on the wrapping tape.
Anon grabbed the packages from her, and flashed a nervous smile. "Thanks for delivering these. I could really use some books here in the hospital, you know, so I ordered some. Shakespeare is supposed to be good, right?"
She chuckled. "Have fun," she said, and then she left, closing the door behind her.
Anon tore open the packages.
The poster still smelled like fresh ink. He took a deep waft from it, smiled, let out a deep sighing exhale, and then set it on his nightstand.
The maid dress came in a weird plastic wrap, the same kind that Halloween costumes come in. He unwrapped it carefully, then held it gently in his hands.
It was beautiful.
The maid dress was like sacred object to Anon. Actually, scratch that. It wasn't like a sacred object to him. It was a sacred object to him.
He could feel it oozing and dripping with divinity.
In the future, Anon's maid dress would be remembered in the same way as Thor's hammer, Muhammad's beard, and the Sistine Chapel.
Once he had finished unpacking it, he was ready to try it on. Being careful not to rip or fold it, he slowly pulled it down over his head. He straightened it out, and made sure everything was on properly.
After a moment of anticipation, he walked over to the mirror, took a deep breath, and looked at himself.
The nurses downstairs heard his blood curdling screams.
