Only ever everything

“Okay honey, strip down and slip into this…”

The pieces of loose fabric that Selene was holding out didn’t look like enough to form a single item of clothing, not to mention a full outfit. It fluttered in the slightest breeze, like a handful of mist within the slender third-year’s delicate grip. Jesse couldn’t exactly work out how or where he was supposed to ‘slip’ into any of it, but hurried to do as he was told anyway. Over to one side, the two-man camera crew smirked… blatantly ogling the bodies of both sissies as they were unveiled before them. Jesse had become quite used to stripping in front of strangers by now, it wasn’t like the school made any efforts to hide their changing rooms away from outside view. But there was something different about not being in a crowd of similarly exposed sluts that made him more self-conscious about it, along with the utter shame of doing so next to such an ethereal beauty as Selene. The tiny, little teen with his lightly-bumping chest felt like a sack of potatoes when compared with those long limbs and pristine angles.

The senior himself didn’t act like he acknowledged any of this though, pausing while entirely naked to crouch down and help his companion work out exactly what went where and tie the ribbons around his ankles. Jesse couldn’t help but stare at the dangling set of cock and balls hanging free between the marvel’s legs. Somehow even they seemed pretty and effeminate, decorated with a weaved mesh of winding, silver threads. The younger fucktoy wasn’t entirely sure if they were permanent piercings or just some sort of metallic sock that could be slipped on and off, but the winding patterns were hypnotic either way. He simply couldn’t come to terms with how fundamentally feline and feminine every aspect of this person was, despite the algorithm not granting any of the additional bumps and curves it deemed necessary for the likes of Suzy and him.

Jesse realised he’d been staring too long. Losing track of what Selene had even been saying to him. The magnificent creature gave him a patient smile and indicated the leg hole again, pulling the thin, stretchy material up around his tutee’s frame. It was some sort of leotard, or bodysuit, in the centre. Clinging tightly to the shape of the wearer’s torso, while leaving their limbs and flanks exposed. The little femboy gulped at the small but obvious bulge it made of his manhood. This main section was supplemented by those strands of even finer material which floated down to form skirts and sleeves, fastened at the wrists and ankles. These glittered and flowed with every movement he made, a startling effect that he guessed had a lot more money and technology behind it than anyone would deem reasonable. His far-taller partner pulled on an exactly-matching attire in record time and then set to work pulling out lipsticks and eyeshadow with a similarly sparkling motif. By the space of five minutes they were both simply glimmering, looking like two lost djinni from a fantastical harem in some far-away oasis.

“Right now, Rosy-cheeks. Time to strut our stuff!” He calmly encouraged, pushing Jesse out in front of the waiting men and their leering lenses.

“But… what do you…? I’ve never… What do I do?!” Panicked the suddenly spot-lit femboy, that never quite escaped-from whirlpool of self doubt resurfacing as always. The fact that the cameras had already begun flashing and lapping up this fretful outburst, only making it worse.

“Just relax, Sweety…” Came Selene’s softly spoken advice, joined by a reassuring hand upon the sissy’s rear. “You’re on camera all the time, around here… You know that.”

Jesse was more than aware of his constant voyeur exposure, not least because he had to sit through Betsy tagging, filing and editing half of it… each and every evening. “B-but this is completely different!” He lamented, looking around at the green-screened studio and his incomparable co-star. Props and lights and professional-grade equipment.

“No different from any other role we slip into… being what we are.” Said Selene, sealing it with the lightest of kisses. “You just give them what they want, little flower… Just give them what they want.”