I choose my outfit and we head to the bar.

Jordan had surprised me by allowing me to choose my own clothes. After carefully managing my body's makeover I'd expected him to be equally controlling in picking me an outfit. I have to shamefully confess that I actually felt quite excited about picking out some women's clothes to show off my hot new body.

I thought for a while whilst my master stood there smirking at the expression of concentration on my face. I tried to think what I'd seen girls wearing that had given me a boner when I was still had the necessary equipment for an erection.

It took me a few minutes thinking, before I came to a decision. My mind made up I clicked my fingers.

I looked in the mirror and checked my appearance. I was now wearing knee high boots, with a row of buckles down the sides. My skirt was short and black. Both sides were open, so that it was really more like two squares of cloth joined by a waist band than a skirt. It fastened at the sides with a couple of buckles, which matched my boots perfectly. A backless halter top of a shimmering silver material showed off my breasts. I didn't bother with a bra, but wore a tiny black thong beneath the skirt. For jewelery, I wore silver hoop earrings and a matching bracelet.

I turned from side to side, studying my reflection. The top exposed a fair amount of the sides of my breasts and my hard nipples were obvious through the thin satin material. Though I'd chosen short heels for the boots they still felt strange, but the posture made my legs and bottom look fabulous.

"Mmmm, nice." Jordan said, admiringly. "Slutty, but expensive. Just the right look for where we're going."

"You don't think I overdid it a little?" I said blushing, having seen the amount of skin I was exposing. "Do you think these bi chicks you said go to this bar will think I'm sexy like this?"

"Believe me Alex, no rug muncher in the joint will be able to take her eyes off you." He said laughing. "Now, if you're finished I wish we were standing beside my new Maybach."

A moment later and we were standing beside the automobile Jordan had wished for. Jordan opened the door for me and I slid into the luxury leather seat. A couple of seconds later he fired up the huge engine and we set off to the bar.