Investigate The Noise

You walk over to one of the asiles, and find a guy rifling through clothing. He looks rather weak, probably hasn't been fucking many girls lately, if at all. You could take him so easily, just **** yourself onto him, right here, right now. That'd be too easy though, and much less fun than what you have in mind.

You sneak up behind him as he shops for pants, grabbing him by the hair.

"You like clothes? Why don't you model for me?" You hiss in his ear, enjoying the way he tenses up in horror.

"Please, just let me go! I didn't do anything to you! Please don't **** me." He begs you, he would be on his knees begging if you let him move.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to **** you, I just need you to try a few things on for me, you've got a great body." You speak softer now, less aggressively, as you guide him to a changing room. "You stay here, if you leave I can run you down."

You lock it from the outside with the abandonded attendants keys, and then you move a couch in front of the bottom so he can't crawl out.

You head to the women's section now, grinning at your sick idea the whole way. You grab a comically girly white dress, with matching gloves. There's no matching stockings, but you find a super girly pair of black thigh highs, with little pink bows at the top. Then you head back to your prisoner.

"Hey, I want you to put this on for me. Come out when you've got it on."

You wait a few minutes, before knocking on the door, "You almost done in there? I'm unlocking the door now, either you come out here, or I come in there."

A few more minutes pass, until slowly the door opens. Out walks your victim, clad fully in what you gave him.

"Can you lift up your dress for me?" You request, even though both of you know it's really a demand.

Oh my gosh, you're so sexy!" You compliment him, and you see a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"I can barely contain myself, but I promised I wouldn't **** you." You stick to your promise, but your hands move down to undo your belt none the less. You flop out your cock, already hardening at the slight breeze from the air conditioning. You start stroking your cock, exaggerating every movement of your body.

"I'm sorry, I can't contain myself, you're just so sexy..." You lewdly moan, watching as your dressup doll stares at your crotch, wide eyed. He blushes at the compliments.

"I- ughhh, can't hold it in at the sight of such a sexy body." You start to tense up your muscles, willing your body to cum. In a few seconds it happens, and you spray cum at his feet. Already, you can see the growing lust in his eyes, your continued compliments building the idea in his mind that he is a beautiful, desireable woman. He already stands differently, chest and butt out, trying desperately to emphasize his curves.

"I'm just going to grab your next outfit, then I'll let you go. You can go back inside."

You put together a sexy all black outfit this time. Lace panties, thigh high socks, full sleeve gloves, everything. Then you head back to your prisoner.

"I want you to put these on. Then I'll let you out, and if you want to leave, you can."

Your wait is much less this time, as he no longer hesitates wearing his sexy outfits. The door opens, and out he steps.

"Oh my god, I just wanna fuck you so bad, just wanna nibble on your neck and grab your curves. But I promised. I won't touch you." He definitely has started to change now, his hips are wider, his body skinnier, small breasts even starting to bud.

"Not e-everyone kk—keeps their promises." He stutters, clearly aroused at feeling so desired by you.

"No, I promised. I can't touch you. Can you do a little spin for me? I wanna see how your other side looks." He turns around for you, revealing his ass. Already, it looks better than that of most girls.

"Oh baby. I wanna fuck you so bad." You tell him, and he slaps his ass without even being prompted. His ass jiggles like none you've ever seen. Despite all of your teasing, his cock remains limp in his tight black panties. On some level he's probably already accepted how useless his little cock is, and he lets it stay limp and cute.

"alright, that's the end of our deal. You're free to go." You start to leave, but then turn around. "Unless, you want to try one more outfit on?" He nods in agreement. Then heads back inside his changing room.

You grab a simple pair of white shorts, and a red top, then head back. No need to keep him waiting.

You place it on top of the door, and immediatly he pulls it off. Less than 30 seconds later, he steps out. Well, really more of she at this point. She has medium length straight brown hair, just down to her shoulders. She has to perky breasts, They're just about large B cups. You didn't give her a bra, and you can clearly see her nipples through her shirt. There's no bulge between her legs, likely a smooth pussy there instead. She rolled up the top of her shorts, desperately trying to show off more skin. Then She does a little spin, and you finally see her ass.

And an ass it is, all you want to do is rip off her shorts, and fuck her senseless. But you don't.

"Am I pretty now?" She asks, looking up at you with her big blue eyes, her long eyelashes blinking at you.

"No." She's devastated tears forming in her eyes immediatly. And then you leave her there, just as the sobbing starts.