Black So Kate 120mm

DJ knew how much his mother complained about these shoes, and she wore them constantly. With that in mind, he reached up and selected the shortest of the heels. "I guess I'll just pick these."

'Well aren't you a cute one. Picking a kinky pair of your Mom's high heels to seduce your best friend in.' DJ wanted to argue, wanted to tell PK that this wasn't his choice, but his body wouldn't let him. 'With these, I think I know what you should wear. Something your Mom hasn't worn in a while.'

DJ's body stepped up to the hanging clothes and selected a cropped black leather biker jacket. Sudden fear that this would be the only thing he ended up wearing, DJ tried to speak up again. "Please don't do this PK. Please let me go. I'll call someone, get him an escort."

'An escort. Interesting. I like that idea.' DJ's body tossed the jacket on the bed, setting the heels gently down next to it. Walking back over to the dresser where he had taken the panties he had on, PK used his hands to open up another drawer. A black lace bustier crop top came out of it a moment later. Thankfully, PK seemed to know how to put it on. With that on, the large breasts that matched, or even exceeded his mother's stuck out even further than they had before.

Closing that drawer, another was opened. DJ could see the collection of his mother's yoga pants, workout shorts, and other shorts. PK instructed his hands to dive down into the bottom. Grabbing the item that seemed to almost be hidden away, the tiniest pair of black denim shorts came out. DJ remembered the last time his mother had worn this, their AC had gone out for a few days and she had pulled these out. His sister's had all teased her relentlessly for the hoochie shorts as they called him. Since then they had not seen the light of day.

Pulling the shorts up his soft and smooth legs, he could feel them begin to get tight as they neared his upper thighs. While perhaps not as well endowed as his sisters or his mother, DJ still had an ass on him that would overfill the bottoms of these. To get the shorts all the way on, DJ's body began to jump up and down, trying to use gravity to get them past the curve of his ass. Suddenly, they were on. And boy could he tell, the thong that was already making him feel self conscious was shoved even deeper between his cheeks as the shorts lifted and separated the globes. Buttoning them was easy in comparison.

Stepping back over to the bed he sat down gently. PK crossed one leg over the knee of the other and leaned down to slip the stiletto heel onto his foot. The arch of the 4.7 inch heel put a burn into his calf muscle that scared him. 'And now for the Basic Instinct moment.' Uncrossing and then recrossing his legs with the other one on top, he repeated the maneuver. Standing up, DJ was afraid that he would topple over from his newly expanded breasts and tall heels. Instead, he seemed to be perfectly balanced. Reaching down, DJ slid the coat on and turned around. The vision that looked back at him from the mirror did not feel like his body.

Stepping towards the door, his hands reached out to snag a purse hanging from the door. The black leather bag had a shoulder strap that he slipped his arm through as his high heels clicked along the hardwood floors of the house. Each step, DJ was worried he would trip or that PK would suddenly let him have control. Yet, with each step his body masterfully strode forward, one foot in front of the other, his shoulders back to **** his breasts and ass out. It was a sexy wiggle that he wished he could stop.

Turning to walk into the garage, DJ's hands reached into the purse and pulled out the keys to his mother's white Mercedes coupe. 'So, since cougars don't exactly go to school, how about we do a girls day and get a mani-pedi?' PK's voice echoed in his ear as his body got into the car and pressed the button to raise the garage door.