Chapter 5 by Rowenar

What does she wear?

A skimpy cowgirl outfit

Apparently whatever was controlling her body had a sense of humour. It picked something some old-timey westerner might have worn. Well, if they were a modern day stripper with a humiliation fetish.

Daisy dukes, a thong, a tight top with enough cleavage that she might as well not bother and which made wearing a bra impossible, a wide-brimmed hat, and to top it off a fake gun that was more phallic than Peacemaker ever was.

Even with no one there, getting changed felt degrading. She was naked in some strange place, somewhere she’d never been and somewhere far from friends and from home.

It would have been scary enough even if she’d been in control of her body.

She walked out to the DJ, ‘choosing’ to dance to a song that was some mix of rock and country. The DJ muttered something about Jill Andrews, before Waverly took the stage.

The outfit was ridiculous. There was less than an inch between the bottom of the neck-line and the lower side of the crop top, displaying more of her body even fully dressed up than she would ever be comfortable with. To say nothing of how it pushed her not-minor tits up and out.

The announcer introduced Venus, and a pounding rhythm started up as Waverly strode out to the stage, her hat perhaps the largest item of clothing she wore. She walked right up to the pole, grabbing it with one hand, and started to move to the music.

She twirled, showing off her back and her front, her cleavage and her ass, still showing off far too much skin for Waverly’s liking.

She could survive though, so long as it didn’t go further.

But what were the chances of that?

She still held the plastic gun in one hand, posing as though blowing on it, then kissing the tip.