Feathers are flying

The tutu wasn't anything that Frank had seen before. Instead of ruffles, it was feathers, large and small white feathers. "I have a theme in mind for you", Ms Lily said, "and I know you'll just LOVE it!"

Along with the tutu, they have Frank put on white panties with feather trim, white stockings, and high heel shoes coated with feathers as well. The heels looked really high, like 5 or 6 inches high. Frank teeters a bit in them, but Ms Lily assures him that this is VERY common for the guys to wear some sort of theme, whether it's feathers, or lace, or fur, or leather.

She then has Frank put on a white bra and inserts a pair of, well, inserts. He looks at his chest, now with a pair of tits. Not the biggest things in the world, but definitely noticeable.

Next is a long sleeve shirt with deep neckline. It's white as well but the sleeves look like they're covered in feathers too. Frank puts it on and the feathers ARE the sleeves, tickling him and getting him a little excited. He turns to the mirror and sees what they did to his face. Dark eyeshadow and makeup contrast sharply with the whiteness of Frank's outfit. His hoop earrings clinking against each other when he turn his head. Blonde hair cascading down his neck.

"Now for the final piece!" says Ms Lily. While Frank was staring at himself in the mirror, she comes behind him and puts on a headpiece that a Vegas showgirl would wear. It fits on top of his head, so his blonde hair can still be seen. Four long feather boas come down from the headpiece, two in front, two in back and end at his knees.

Speaking of knees, they start to shake while Frank looks at how hot he looked. If it wasn't him he would fuck that without thinking twice. Hell, without thinking once.

"You like?" asked Ms Lily. You nod your head, causing feathers to rub against himself and he lets out a little moan.