I am a soft domme

DJ’s eyebrow raised at the question. With his newly sculpted brows, it made the gesture even more evident. “I’m not sure that should matter to you.”

PK sighed inwardly, realizing this was another dominant personality. ‘Fine fine, look, it is just so the author can dress you up like a goth barbie, alright?’

Stepping forward, DJ opened up his sister’s closet and looked through it slowly. “What is this, some nerdy Adaptation ripoff?”

‘Nah, worse, more like a Deadpool ripoff.’ PK’s voice started confident, but by the time it finished, the spirit's tone had dropped off. ‘Look just wear what I tell you to, ok? Sooner we do that, the sooner you and Jason can hook up.’

Nodding along with the logic, DJ stepped back and waited for his inner monologue to point out a piece of clothing. Thankfully, a number of the pieces of the outfit were stashed together. This was clearly something Kenzie had gotten for Jaime, only for Jaime to never wear it.

Pulling out the shorts, DJ shook his head at how small they were. Knowing that he may not have as much of an ass as the rest of his family but that he was more than gifted in that department, he wondered how much would be hanging out of the bottom of them.

Pulling them up and getting the side ties situated took a few minutes. Laying next to where he had found the shorts was the halter top that went along with it. Just as small, it looked like it would barely fit over the pair of breasts that he had been enhanced with that morning.

Slipping the top on took even longer than the shorts. Part of that was because anytime he would accidentally rub up against his nipple, DJ’s body would tense up and a low moan would escape his throat. Finally getting himself situated, he spoke up. “Did you really have to make them this sensitive?”

‘Nah, but trust me. While they might be annoying now, you will thank me later. I promise.’

DJ shook his head as he reached out for the next item of clothing. The long fingerless gloves of the same material as his shorts and top seemed odd. The top and shorts were so small and full of holes, yet here was a pair of gloves that would go past his elbow.

Looking down, DJ realized that it was even more ridiculous than that. PK pointed his eyes towards a pair of black thigh high stiletto boots. Lacing up the side, they left a good portion of his bare and smooth legs visible. Once he had them pulled on, he could see that somehow the lacing from the boots and the shorts lined up just perfectly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, DJ had never felt more naked while still being almost completely covered. Moving towards the door now that he was fully dressed, he only paused long enough to collect the black coffin shaped purse before heading into the hallway.

DJ’s expected walking in the boots to be a nightmare. Instead he found that he could step with ease. While he had no idea what it would take for someone to learn to walk in such tall heels, his body seemed to know exactly what to do. “You good with me taking Jaime’s bike? I’m assuming since I can walk in these things, you can do the same for driving a motorcycle.”

‘Yep.’ Ever since the long diatribe right after being shut down, PK had been incredibly short with their responses. Not that it bothered DJ, he didn’t mind the quiet as he stepped into the garage and pulled the helmet on. Swinging one boot covered leg over the bike, he grinned. He had always wanted to drive his sister’s bike, but she had never let him. Well, if he was going to dress up like some slutty dominatrix, at least he would get something good out of the deal.

The jet black bike shot off down the street as the garage door closed behind it.