Becca (20 year old blonde bombshell sorority sister. Smart and preppy, Becca is the bright side of the family.)

Becca’s room always reminded DJ of one of those high school movies from the 90’s. Everything was in a perfect spot, even the few items that laid out looked almost like they had been set up instead of casually discarded. The queen size bed had a pink blanket on it that had somehow been color matched to her walls. With three large BTS pictures hanging over her bed, it was clear that she enjoyed a girly feminine style.

One thing that stood out to DJ was the only item that truly looked out of place. Sitting on the bed was a silicone breastplate. The D cup breasts attached to it seemed to stare up into DJ’s eyes as his body walked him up to them. For the first time this morning, his mind began to realize that something was very wrong.

“No, please no.” The words had absolutely zero effect on his body’s actions as his body reached down and picked up the heavy breasts. Slipping his hands up through the garment, DJ realized that his body had been under control of something else all morning.

‘I need you to calm down DJ.’ A voice spoke within his mind as he stood there, naked in his sister’s room. ‘You aren’t going insane. You aren’t being **** by aliens. I am just here to help you fulfill your wish. Don’t worry, you won’t lose full control, I’m just here to help you with the things that are new to you.’ The voice had a soothing feminine quality to it.

“What promise?! What is going on?” Unable to control his limbs, his body stepped over to his sister’s dresser and opened up the top drawer. Reaching in, it pulled out a pair of tiny lace thong panties.

The voice spoke to him again as his body bent over at the waist and stepped into a pair of his sister’s panties. ‘You made a wish last night. Your wish was selfless and kind, or it would have been. If you had any intention of following up on it. Your deceit to your friend upset me. A wish made for someone else is a promise. A promise that you would do anything in your power to fulfill that wish. I am here to make sure that promise is kept.’ The lace panties caused tingles of pleasure as they were drawn up his newly denuded legs.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Sudden realization came to his mind as his body drew him towards the full length mirror that covered the door to his sister’s walk-in closet. “Wait, you mean the wish that I could help Jason get a date to prom?! Oh fuck, tell me this is a fucking nightmare or something. Did I get high last night? Am I having a stroke?” While his words came rapid fire, they did not inspire that surge of anxiety and tension as before. It seemed like something was holding that back.

Opening the door to the closet, DJ stepped in and reached up. It seemed like his body knew exactly what it wanted. Pulling out four different bottoms to outfits that he had seen his sister wear, they were hung up next to one another. ‘You are not having a nightmare, or a stroke. As I said, I am here to enforce your wish. Think of me like your fairy godmother if you must. Whether you view this as a curse, or a gift is of no consequence to me. Now, select a garment.’

The first item hanging up in front of DJ was the one that made him the most nervous. The black and red tartan skirt was the classic schoolgirl skirt. Attached to it was a wide black belt that extended up in skinny shoulder straps. This item jogged his memory as he thought back to the school girl look that his sister wore for halloween this last year. It had been one of her first big college parties after joining her sorority, and she had gone all out on the sexy look. (No image for this one, full image in next chapter. But come on, we all know what a schoolgirl skirt looks like!)

Following that item was something that gave DJ even more worry. Becca had been a cheerleader at his school for all four years. Her graduating year, she had almost become captain but had lost out due to politics and another girl on the team being the coach’s niece. Hanging from that hanger sat the lower half of her cheer uniform. (No image here either, but you’ll get it in the next one!)

The next one did not inspire any further confidence. The tiny pair of denim shorts were the shortest his sister owned. When she had them on, it was like the lower curve of her ass hung out the back of them. Even the pockets on the back were fake. The material looked way too small to fit on either him or his sister’s behind, until a closer look revealed that they had a bit of stretch to them.

The last item up was perhaps the most covering, but just because it was more fabric did not mean that the skin tight stretch jeans would make him any more comfortable. The strategic rips along the knees and thighs gave off a theme of being rubbed through, and the pink rose accent on the right hip added just the girliest touch to an already feminine item of clothing.

Realizing that the voice in his mind wanted him to pick his own outfit, DJ refused. “No. I’m not gonna do it. I might not be able to stop you, but I certainly am not going to help you do this!” The outburst was accompanied by a stomp and his hands balling up at his sides. The sudden movement caused his new braless breasts to bounce up and down, even his ass got in on the jiggling motion as he realized the feminine tantrum he had just thrown.

‘That is not how this works. I am here to enable you to fulfill your wish. I will not fulfill your wish for you as that would do nothing to teach you a lesson, or to help your friend. The actions need to come from you.’

“Well then, you ain’t getting shit. We can sit here till the end of days if you want. I’m not going to help with this.” DJ grinned as he thought he had finally found a way around the curse’s power.

‘I see. In that case, let us begin the walk to school.’ DJ’s body turned and began to head towards the exit of the closet.

“Wait, fucking wait!” DJ tugged in vain at his own limbs as he yelled out. It was bad enough to go to school looking like a girl, but walking in with his new fake tits out and his sister’s panties on full display was a way to ruin his life completely. Thankfully, it would seem that outburst had been enough to halt his progress towards certain doom.

‘DJ, I can control your body enough that I have minimized your fear responses. Please understand that I can do with you as I please. So it will make this process much easier for both of us if you will cooperate.’ DJ’s body moved back to the outfit choices that had been laid out for him. ‘I can also sense you are searching for a name for me. Simply call me PK. It will be easier that way. Now, please select a garment.’