Black 160mm Daffodile's with black and silver spikes

“I’ll take the spiky ones.” While the tallest of the heels in the bunch, it looked like they had the most masculine energy to them. The black and silver spikes had a bit of a metalhead look that DJ hoped would bring about an easier situation.

‘Ohh! Jason better watch out, he is entering cougar country now!’ With that thought echoing in his mind, DJ’s body turned and pulled down something he had just seen his mother purchase days before. The black leather leggings had been tighter than a second skin on her when she had tried them on. And now, here he was swiftly removing the tag and beginning to pull them on slowly. ‘Don’t worry, they come off easier than they go on. Mostly.’

“I mean, at least they are pants.” DJ got the words out around the same time that he finished pulling the skin tight leggings into place. Looking down to try and see just how bad it was, his vision was completely taken up by the mounds sitting on his chest. “I guess I better get used to that.”

DJ’s hand reached out and pulled another piece of clothing down. The leopard print halter top was something DJ did not recognize. Slipping it over his head, his body struggled to get it down past his newly expanded chest. Wrapping the halter portion around his neck and tying it off, he could tell that it would not give the kind of support to his new tracks of land that he would have thought they needed.

Reaching out and selecting the shoes, he set both on the floor and stepped into them. The tall platform heels fit perfectly. Standing up straight, DJ’s shoulders thrust themselves backwards and he could feel his ass sticking out more as well. The arch of the shoes **** his body into an entirely different shape almost.

Moving out into the bedroom, PK held his body in front of the mirror. He looked like an older woman out on the prowl. Pulling ups hands up to his face, PK finally spoke up again. 'Your nails don't look that bad, they just need some shaping. To the salon! I’m gonna need you to grab your purse and head down to the car. Please don’t make me control you for this whole branch, or I’m gonna get really mean.’

Fearing what the powerful entity would do if he didn’t cooperate, DJ stepped over and picked up the large black leather hobo bag his mother had been using the day before. Pulling the oversized cat’s eye sunglasses out, he slipped those over his ears and began to walk towards the garage.

It only took about three steps before he realized that his body seemed to know exactly how to walk in heels. The perfect heel to toe, one foot in front of the other walk made his leather encased ass swing from side to side. With each step, he could feel his large breasts bouncing around inside the halter top. Still, he had to move forward.

Walking down to the garage, he got into his mother’s Mercedes coupe and started up with a push of the button.