The sheen, lacy babydoll

"The second one," you say, deciding that a thin cover over your private areas is better than no cover from panty flashes 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 let to hang loose with a spray of sparkly mixture into it to make it shimmer, 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.

It's as simple as grabbing the sheer lace and throwing it over your head. As it wraps around your head, you realize how incredibly easy it is to see through. The girls yank it down, and it quickly hugs your curves and finds it's place, tight on your body. Staring in the mirrior, it's only that Saoirse has tied back your little cock between your legs that you can't see it visibly, and your nipples are on near full display.

"What a gorgeous little slut," Saoirse giggles.

"What's even the point of the clothes?" Kerri points out, as you blush. "Why not just wear nipple pasties and body paint that says SLUT on your titties?"

"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."