Quite regular, if feminine, attire

For a moment, you worry about what kind of clothes they've picked out for you. They wouldn't... but, no, the clothes that the man brings back are perfectly normal. Plain white cotton underwear, a simple top and a jacket, black leggings and a skirt that, while it looks pretty short, probably goes down almost to the knees of this tiny sleeve of yours, and a pair of fairly low-heeled boots.

He puts the bundle down beside you, takes a step back, and turns around. "I'll look the other way, if that makes you more comfortable."

"Thank you," you say, and pick up the panties, sliding them up your legs. As you pull them over your bottom, you feel them nestle a bit between your cheeks, leaving half your butt exposed. Oh, well, at least it's not a thong. Looking down, you can confirm your suspicions that your pussy is prone to giving you a camel toe.

Next, the bra. You put it on with surprising ease, fastening the catch on your second try. Motor memory. Once you've put on everything, you get up, unsteadily, and walk over to the mirror again. The clothes clearly accentuate your femininity, but at least the girl looking back at you looks more cute than outright sexy. As you suspected, the skirt falls to just above your knees, going all the way up to your waist, amplifying your curves.

After staring at your image for a little while, you call out to the man. "I think I'm ready."

"Do you need any assistance?" he asks, as he turns around and offers his hand. "No. I think I'm able to walk by myself, now."

"Then follow me." You do, and though your first few steps are a bit wobbly, you manage to keep up. He leads you out, into a waiting room. Your father is sitting there, in a comfortable chair, waiting, and he smiles up at you as you enter.

"Ah, there you are. Is everything all right?"