Sexy secretary

Reaching into the trunk, Harry picked up the first thing that his hands found, lifting it up to look at it. A pair of sinfully smooth stockings, with a seam running up the back of them, and a garter belt to hold them. Everything felt like water made into fabric to his touch. Lifting his foot, he soon found his legs encased in the clothing. An almost electric feeling ran over his skin every time his legs brushed past each other when he moved.

The next item from the trunk was a simple looking white shirt, made of silk to the best of his knowledge. It was soon wrapped over his body, his fingers fumbling only slightly with the buttons. This was finished up with a silver tie that wrapped itself around his neck, tying into a neat knot.

Next out was something new to Harry, a leather pencil skirt, not something he had ever seen before. It was black, shiny, and felt solid in his hands. Stepping into it and drawing it up his legs pressed his knees together, and **** him to wiggle his ass from side to side to pull it to his waist. Once up, the zip fastened on it's own.

The only things left to put on that he had grabbed was a belt that covered the top of his skirt, and a pair of heels. The belt was easier, so it went first. It was much larger than a guys belt, almost 6 inches wide. As it clasped shut, it tightened enough that Harry worried it would squeeze the air out of him, but it stopped soon enough. Only a little harder to breath, and shallower breaths at that.

Finally, the heels. Black and shiny enough he could see his reflection in them. Open toed and with a strap at the ankle, a heel no longer than his pinky and thin enough to stab people with. With a little push from the compulsions, he quickly had them fastened on his feet and taking a few shaky steps around the room.