John's Festival Uniform

“As a sophomore, you really should have known better than to steal that wand for your sister,” said Millicent, “but we can understand family loyalty. I know your fraternity has already come down hard on you, so I won’t make you walk around dressed as a bimbo like I had originally planned. It’s a shame, because you have the legs for it, but you also have great shoulders and pecs, so instead, we’ll go a little more traditional.”

Millicent pointed the wand at John and murmured. The swirling blur moved over him.

When the swirling faded, John was dressed in tight-fitting black leather pants and black shoes, but no shirt. His smoothly-muscled torso was bare and apparently oiled. A black bow tie circled his neck.

Millicent looked John up-and-down, then leaned forward and patted his rounded ass.

“Yes, that’ll be lovely,” she said. “The Chippendales look is a classic and works for you.”

John’s hips bucked in response. The surprised look on his face suggested the reaction wasn’t a voluntary one.

Millicent smiled and turned to Tara. “Your turn.”