Kilt.

Sylvia and George brought in a plaid kilt and a set of bagpipes.

"I don't have to play those do I?" I asked worriedly.

"No, you just have to look like you are. The speakers on the float will play the sound for you." Sylvia explained while fastening the kilt around my waist with a brown leather belt, getting one last look at my penis before covering it up. She smiled up at me and I blushed as George hung the bagpipes over my shoulder from the strap. Two other women fitted me into a pair of boots, not so discreetly looking up my kilt as they placed them on my feet.

"Um, I don't suppose you have any underwear I can put on beneath this?" My face was still red as I self-consciously squeezed the bagpipes, they let out a terrible noise.

"Sorry, but no Ahab. You'll just have to stay away from the edges of the float so the crowd doesn't peer upward as you pass by them. Oh! And avoid any strong winds coming your way. Wouldn't want that thing to fly upward now would we?" Macy gave me a smile that indicated that is exactly what she was wishing for. I frowned.

Taking one last deep breath, I had George guide me towards the float.