Dress-up bitch

Jess stared at her phone screen, her blue eyes narrowing as she scrolled through the mysterious app that had just installed itself. The interface was simple—almost too simple—with options that seemed pulled from a twisted dream. She tapped a few buttons, her confusion giving way to a sly grin as the app fed her information in real-time.

"Huh," Jess muttered, glancing back at the protagonist crumpled on the floor. The group of girls fell silent, their curiosity piqued. Shauna leaned in closer, her muscular frame towering over the others.

"What's it say?" Shauna asked, her voice laced with impatience.

Jess's grin widened, turning wicked. "Oh, this is gold. It says he's... mine. Like, totally under my control. My little plaything." She locked eyes with the protagonist, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. "You're my dress-up bitch, aren't you?"

As soon as the words left her lips, something unnatural rippled through the air. The protagonist felt a strange heat flush over his body, starting from his core and spreading outward. His clothes began to shift and morph, the fabric twisting and reshaping as if alive. His shirt tightened around his chest, transforming into a lacy black bra that hugged his skin uncomfortably, pushing against his pecs in a way that made him gasp. The rest of his outfit dissolved and reformed in seconds: a skimpy tube top that barely covered the bra, its material sheer and sparkly, leaving his midriff exposed.

His pants vanished next, replaced by a tiny micro skirt that rode up his thighs, the hem barely reaching his upper legs and fluttering with every breath. A pair of sheer black tights clung to his legs, accentuating every curve, while a thong materialized between his cheeks, the thin strap digging in painfully. He felt a sudden, invasive pressure at his rear—a sleek, rubber dildo forcing its way inside him, lubed just enough to slide in but thick enough to make him wince and squirm on the spot.

On his feet, high heels clicked into existence, forcing his ankles into an awkward arch and making him teeter unsteadily. A blonde wig flopped onto his head, long synthetic strands cascading down to his shoulders, framing his face in a feminine cascade. Around his neck, a studded dog collar tightened snugly, complete with a metal ring that jingled mockingly. Finally, a leash attached itself to the collar, the other end materializing in Jess's hand as if summoned.

The girls burst into laughter, a mix of shock and delight. Shauna doubled over, her voluptuous figure shaking as she pointed. "Oh my God, Jess, you turned him into your personal Barbie slut! Look at that ass—bet he loves that dildo up there."

Jess yanked on the leash, pulling the protagonist to his knees with a sharp tug. He gasped, the high heels making it impossible to balance properly, and the dildo shifted inside him with every movement, sending unwanted jolts through his body. "That's right, bitch," Jess cooed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You're my toy now. On your hands and knees like the good little slut you are. Let's see how you walk in those heels—or crawl, more like it."

The group circled around, their giggles turning into cheers as Jess paraded him around the room, the leash tugging him forward. Makeup suddenly appeared on his face too, heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick smearing across his lips, making him look like a cheap doll. "Pathetic," Jess added, giving his ass a firm slap that made the skirt flip up. "But fuck, you're gonna be fun to play with."