Daisy Dukes

DJ had meant to pick the jeans, but when he reached out, something directed his hand over to the tiny booty shorts. He could feel the influence of PK, but knew by now that it would be completely useless to argue. “Shorts I guess.”

PK’s only response was a short giggle as they took control of DJ once again. The tiny shorts were quickly pulled up over DJ’s plump ass. In the beginning, his instinct that they wouldn’t fit seemed to be right. Then suddenly, his ass popped inside the skin tight garment and his body barely got it zipped up.

Just as he was getting used to the feelings of the bottom half of his ass hanging out of the shorts, DJ’s body reached out and grabbed something else to put on. At first, DJ thought that PK was making a mistake. As the white sweater that came back looked like something more for comfort than what the shorts he had on seemed to be for. He was proven wrong as the incredibly crop and low cut top settled into place over his breasts. The feelings of his bare nipples rubbing against the texture of the top was a constant reminder that PK was not holding back.

Before he could even utter or think of a way to stop PK from forcing him to wear this miniscule outfit out, it got even worse. DJ’s mom was a shoe girly, just like all of her daughters, but even she had been reticent to allow Becca out of the house in the pair of boots that PK used DJ’s body to pull out of a box on the floor.

Thankful for the side zip, it took no time at all for his dainty feet to slip into the boots easily. The incredibly tall heels **** his ass and chest out even farther. Each step of the boots causes his breasts to bounce up and down just enough. Chewing on his bottom lip he took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. Sadly, he was just rewarded with even more sensations of his nipples rubbing on the soft, yet texture cotton of the sweater. ‘Most girls would wear a bra with this. But you aren’t most girls are you?’

His body pulled him along and sat him down in front of his sister’s vanity. With skill that he never had, his hands began to use the array of cosmetics and products in front of him at a speed that would have amazed any professional makeup artist. A wig even came out from under the desk to be fitted and glued onto his head. Staring back at his reflection, DJ knew that today was only going to get worse from here.

‘You just have health and your elective today. So we don’t need to pack heavy.’ Picking up a white purse, DJ’s body simply sauntered down the hallway to the stairs.

His high heeled boots clicked along the tile of the downstairs as his hips swayed side to side in an exaggerated walk. His strut took him out the front door as PK turned him around and let their control of him fall away. Before he could even try to find his way back inside, DJ’s head turned at the sound of a motorcycle revving its engine as it made its way down the block.

DJ’s stomach fell out from under him as he recognized the bike and the rider on it. It was Jason.