A Girl’s Outfit

The safest way was to simply avoid attracting attention and obey orders for now. Feeling like he could think again he moved to the bed, groaning softly as the big plug shifted in his colon.

He opened the box he was given, scrunching up his eyebrows as he pulled out the clothes, trying to figure out what he was looking at. A furious blush grew on his cheeks when he understood what she had left him. Girls clothing. He dropped the offending pieces on the bed like they burned, ready to protest loudly, before the memory of the look on Bellatrix's face returned.

He didn't have a choice. Sighing softly he grabbed what he could only surmise were white silky panties and pulled them on. He swallowed a moan as the panties pressed the buttplug slightly deeper, trying to ignore the sensation.

The smooth material made him shiver softly, but he quickly ignored it and grabbed what was obviously a light blue summer dress. It took him a minute to figure out how to put it on, but he managed to get it over his head and down to his waist, even if it seemed like it was a size too small, sitting very tightly around his rounder butt.

Using the mirror and some acrobatics he got the zipper in the back pulled up, tightening the light blue material around his narrow waist and small chest. After having been nude for so long it was actually nice to have something to wear again, even if it wasn't something he would ever voluntarily put on.

Deciding to just get it over with he grabbed the last two items, a pair of socks and shoes. The white socks were longer than any he had used before, coming all the way over his knees as he pulled them up.

The dark blue shoes on the other hand were shaped more like cocktail shoes, having a heel of three inches that made him stumble as he pulled them on. He wobbled as he stood up, at least grateful that she didn't choose a higher heel for him. He had seen the leather boots she wore, the heels on those had to be twice of what he was wearing.

Harry froze as he passed by the mirror, gazing at his own image. A short petite girl was looking back at him, expressive green eyes widening as they took in the long dark locks flowing past his shoulders and the plump lips opening in an expression of disbelief.

He gasped as he watched the way the dress hugged his slim frame, ending mid thigh to let a glimpse of his pale skin show, before being covered once more by the long white socks. The heels made his already bigger butt have even more of a round shape, the obvious bubble butt visible under the figure hugging dress.

The cock cage Bellatrix had left him with pressed his cock straight down, no sign of a bulge showing. He wobbled closer to the mirror, swallowing nervously as he took himself in, discovering to his horror that he even had a bit of cleavage thanks to the way the bodice of the dress hugged his chest.

Feeling his agitation building as his heart rate sped up he quickly looked away from the mirror, taking a deep breath. Panicking wouldn't solve anything, he had to try to remain calm. Taking a few deep breaths he felt his hands stop shaking, slowly gathering his thoughts again.

He had to move, he had no idea how long he had spent here but keeping Bellatrix waiting was probably not a smart move. Steeling himself he walked up to the door, not surprised in the least when it opened smoothly.

He entered a beautifully decorated hallway before cursing softly. Seeing a large staircase at the end of the hallway he decided to head that way, at least hoping to find out on which floor he was. Walking turned out difficult, at first he attempted to move like a man, with a wide gait, but the high heels made that impossible.

Harry quickly learned that he had to put one foot almost ahead of the other, which had the unfortunate side-effect of making his butt wiggle from side to side. That in turn made his cheeks gain a tint of red as the large buttplug created some delicious friction.

Bellatrix’s figure suddenly flooded his mind, long pale legs, curvy hips, full breasts, smirking red lips and black thick locks waving in the light draft. He winced as he got hard, the cage keeping his erection from fully forming.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of any thoughts of her. He knew it was caused by the lust potion, but that didn't make it any easier to ignore. Pushing off the wall he instead walked towards the long table, the focus it required to just stay upright in his heels proving a good distraction.

Harry sighed softly in relief when he saw Bellatrix sitting at the table, already being served by a house elf. Not knowing how to behave he simply walked up to her and awkwardly waited for her to acknowledge his presence. She had obviously noticed him, her eyes trailing up his body before sampling her food, deciding that it was more important than him.

"You arrived in time, that's good Holly. Have a seat," she indicated the seat next to hers.

His eyes narrowed at the name she had given him, flushing at the obviously girly name, but he made no attempt to protest it as he took a seat, grateful to get off his feet, even if he let out a small gasp as the plug was **** deeper. He could deal with humiliation, his childhood at the Dursley's had seen to that.

"You look very pretty," she complimented, brushing her hand against his blushing cheek. She was obviously expecting an answer so Harry gave her one.

"Thank you Mistress,” he responded meekly. Bellatrix smiled at the response, ordering the house elf to bring him some food. He dug in as soon as it arrived, only now realizing just how hungry he was. He had been living on nothing but potions and magic for Merlin knows how long, everything he ate tasted amazing.

"You better slow down Holly, or you're in for a serious stomach ache."

He heeded her words, nodding in thanks as he slowly chewed and swallowed. Feeling much more energized he braved another question, “Mistress Bellatrix, what do you intend to do with me?"