The short skirt and tight blouse

"The first one," you say, deciding that a panty flash is better than showing off your naked body or... whatever weird gimp suit that last option is.

Within a moment, the girls are upon you. Gently and quickly, but assertively, the girls pull your clothes off. You're quickly **** into a seat, where you're assaulted by a wide variety of implements for a long, painful session of improvement. Your eyebrows are plucked, a serious of make-up laden tools paint your face in the most beautiful shades, your hair is combed and roughly tied into two childish-looking pigtails, and soon, when you catch your reflection, you seen a beautiful, stunning and dolled up women with a flat chest in the mirror.

Then, comes the outfit. A pair of pink, lacy panties, a flash of which would stand in clear contrast to your darker outfit, is quickly pulled up your legs as an extra-padded matching bra constricts your arms. The faux leather skirt is pulled up your legs, and you're aghast to find that on your longer frame, any but the smallest of steps leave it sways around, giving flashes of underwear to all around. The matching white blouse is very tight on your chest, and even with your lack of tits, the padding comes across as giving you a modest but impressive set of tits.

"What a gorgeous little slut," Saoirse giggles.

"You look like the sort of hentai schoolgirl who gets fucked by alien tentacles," Kerri points out, as you blush.

"So pretty!" Ashley beams.

"Should we get this little slut to the show?" Grace asks.

Saorise nods, eagerly.

"Come on, pet, let's get going. Time for a little walk."