Well, being a crossdresser (not approved by my wife), I had a thing with French maid outfits.

Our hired help (cleaning lady) was not so good at her job.  We had to fire her. But there it was: the household had to be done.  So I suggested to my wife that I would do all the housework, if I could be dressed as a french maid (I showed her a picture of an uniform).  She laughed and said it would be impossible to be dressed like that and clean the house.  I answered: well, think about it, and if you buy me the costume, I will be your little French maid.

She answered: you're crazy. 

But a week later, there was a parcel. 

She called me to the bedroom and spread out on the bed there it was: an uniform, panties, pinafore,

And she had been shopping to make the picture complete: a blond wig, garterbelt, fishnet stockings and a pair of (low) heels.

She said: get dressed, you can start in the kitchen...

Now there was no turning back.

I got dressed and dolled up and went downstairs (with a raging heart).

She smiled and said: looks good.  Well, get to work!