I am a submissive

“Or what?” DJ’s voice was mocking as he stood there half naked in his sister’s room with her thong seated up between his round butt cheeks. “You're gonna feminize me more? Oh noes!” DJ’s eyes rolled almost audibly. “Maybe you’ll make me wear my sister’s clothes to school. Or maybe, just maybe, you can’t do shit about it…” Letting the last part fall off, DJ smirked into the mirror.

‘I see… so we are a brat huh? Well, that’s going to be annoying.’ Ignoring DJ’s outburst, PK took control of his body and **** it to begin the process of getting dressed. ‘I’m not your domme, so please don’t make me act like it.’

“Whatever.” DJ seemed to have already perfected the insolent tone that all teen goths seemed to be capable of. “Hell, if you are just gonna do everything, then I’ll just chill.”

PK’s frustrated growl inside of his head caused DJ’s gaze to lock onto itself in the mirror. ‘Do. Not. Make. Me. Do. This.’ Staring into his own eyes as he stood half naked, DJ shivered at the power that the entity was giving off. ‘Continue to fight me on this, and I will simply leave. You will be able to stop and not follow through, of course then Jason will suffer. And you will know that you did that to him. Because when I leave you, it doesn’t mean that the part of me inside of him does.’ Pausing, PK hoped that the author's study of brat culture was enough to pull this off. ‘Do you understand me?’

DJ’s eyes were wide as he nodded long, his long flowing hair feeling odd as it moved through the open air. “Yes Ma’am.” Satisfied that DJ understood them, PK went back to getting them dressed.

‘Fishnets first.’ DJ’s hands slipped open the drawer that held his sister’s impressive collection of stockings. Pulling out a full pair of high waisted fence nets, he began the laborious process of trying to put them on without ripping them.

After they were pulled fully up to his belly button, PK spoke up again. ‘Skirt.’ The short and direct commands came with only the sense of which item DJ should collect. Moving under his own power, he reached up and pulled the correct skirt out of the closet. Wincing at how short it was, he knew that whoever was in control was going to have him be very visible. The black latex pleated mini would cover his panties, but not much else.

Slipping into the skirt left him not feeling much more covered than he had before. Waiting for the next order, he thought about pushing back against it. Only for PK’s power to flare up inside of him again in warning. ‘Top.’ The words were short and succinct but DJ could still feel that anger within them.

The black top was a cropped mishmash of straps that would leave his shoulders and arms bare. It took almost as long to get it on correctly as it had the fishnets.

‘Worried about your arms?’ PK’s voice filled DJ’s mind, and suddenly DJ realized that the voice could read his thoughts. He suddenly felt stupid for not thinking of that, of course the voice in his head could hear the thoughts in his head. ‘Dresser. 2nd drawer, left.’ DJ moved to the correct location and fished out a pair of elbow length fishnet gloves.

Almost fully dressed, DJ knew what was likely next and headed over towards the racks of shoes and boots at the back of his sister’s closet even before PK could tell him what to grab. The snort of approval in his mind showed that he had been correct. ‘What shoes do you think go with your little goth schoolgirl look?’ PK tested DJ to see if he had truly cowed the Brat for now.

DJ could feel his mind spin through four different retorts, all designed to draw more ire from the entity. But he knew that now was not that time. Looking down at the shoes arrayed in front of him, he selected the only ones that made sense with the outfit. A pair of black patent leather six inch stiletto platform mary janes.

‘Correct. Put those on. I want to get you to Jason soon.’ The voice in DJ’s mind sounded like it was happier than it had been, but still fell short of actually being happy with him.

Stepping into the tall heels, DJ wobbled for a second before he could feel PK flex her power. Suddenly the tall heels felt almost as natural as standing barefoot. Looking in the mirror, DJ looked himself over. The bizarre mix of scene kid, goth, and school girl all came together to form one slutty brat. It certainly did not help that being put in his place by PK had caused his nipples to poke out and indent his top. With no bra to separate the two, you could easily see his fat round nipples. That wasn’t the only evidence of his excitement. The tiny thong had not contained his penis for long, now fully moving into a boner. His cock stood out against the skirt, swaying along as he walked.

Picking up the purse that PK pointed out, DJ walked from the room and closed the door behind him. Finally out of his sister’s room, he waited to do as he was told next.

‘You are to meet Jason at school. How you get there is really none of my concern. Figure it out.’ The voice went silent.

DJ stood there for a moment before simply deciding to walk the short 30 min walk to school.