Saskia had a wardrobe full of hot, slutty, revealing clothes for her work as a hooker and, from these, she drew some things that she thought would fit me. First the panties, a red lace thong that encased my already semi-erect cock, giving me a sexy feel of lace against my new shaved skin. She helped me slip my arms into a matching bra to make my body look much more like a woman's. The bra was padded to give at least the slight illusion of chesty curves.
After this, she produced a pair of fishnet stockings that I rolled up my smooth shaved legs until they stayed up at my thighs. Over the stockings were the boots. They were really hot, thigh high PVC with four inch heels, they almost covered all of my stockings with just a couple of inches of fishnet sticking out the top. Simply wearing them over my feet and legs made me feel like a sexy hooker and the kind of girl men would want and would pay for. Walking in them was a little trickier but I managed it in the end.
I was supposed to be a slutty whore so the rest of my clothing didn't really amount to much. A black PVC mini-skirt barely covered my panty wearing arse and certainly didn't even come low enough to cover the bare flesh of my thighs above my stocking tops. I wore nothing to cover my red lace bra except for a small leather jacket which didn't do up over my otherwise bare chest and midriff.
Finally, Saskia sat me in front of a mirror to do my makeup. Again, it was unsubtle and provocative, thick deep red lipstick and long false eyelashes. Examining myself in the mirror as she did this, I could distinctly see my masculine self slipping away and a whole new person emerging, a sexy little slut. With the final addition of a platinum blonde wig, my look was complete. There was no doubting that the woman in the mirror was a whore. I no longer saw a naïve young male virgin, I saw a cheap but sexy hooker who was about to give some young man the time of his life.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Saskia left me alone in the bedroom and went back downstairs.
