Jackie - (45 years old and a lawyer. She worked hard early in life so her kids could have everything. Now she is able to afford everything her kids want and still have her own shopping addiction)

It felt wrong to step into his mother’s bedroom completely naked. DJ had never done anything like this before. The room smelled of her perfume. The only reason DJ even knew which fragrance she wore, was because his sisters and he had bought it for her for christmas one year. Coco Noir by Chanel. Kenzie had jokingly called it her cougar perfume.

Just being in this room felt wrong, it was his mother’s sanctuary, not somewhere he went almost ever. Looking down at the bed, he saw something else that made him even more concerned. Sitting on the bench at the foot of her bed was a pair of women’s breasts, large ones.

‘Mommy’s got big tits!’ The voice in his head giggled as his body reached down to pick up the prosthetics. DJ’s eyes widened in fear as he realized that he could not stop his body from moving. ‘Guess that means you will too!’ The feminine voice in his head taunted him as his body began to pull the breastplate on like a t-shirt.

“What the fuck is going on?” Oddly enough, his voice came out fine, although he had wanted to yell, and all that came out was a calm question. DJ could feel something keeping his mind and spirit at ease.

‘Learned that one already with Becca.’ DJ had no idea what that meant. ‘Sorry, bit of a fourth wall break there. Don’t worry your soon to be pretty little head about it. Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.’ A giggle at her own joke came right as the breasts settled directly onto his chest. The large E cup breasts jutting out from his body in a gravity defying manner. ‘You made a wish. Wishes are promises. I am fulfilling that promise. And yes, it is about getting Jason a date to prom. Apparently he has a thing for older women.’

DJ’s body walked to his mother’s dresser and slid open the top drawer. The panties inside lay in a mess, just thrown in there. He was surprised as his mother was typically a very tidy person. But with the amount of underwear he saw, there would have been almost no way to keep it completely organized. So it was even more odd that his hand reached in and wrapped his fingers around a pair and pulled them out. Somehow DJ knew that this was the exact pair his body had been searching for.

The black lace thong panties were already sliding up his legs and settling into the crack of his ass as he tried to understand what was going on. “Wait, so I’m gonna be his date? But he isn’t gay. And for that matter, neither am I!” DJ’s body began to pad towards the closet.

‘Yeah, see that is odd. But orders is orders.’ Opening up the door to the large walk in closet, DJ could see the wall of designer heels.

Stepping past the shoes, DJ’s body sat on a soft padded chair in front of a large well lit mirror. Looking down at the cosmetics, DJ winced as he realized what was next. ‘Psst, hey, do me a favor huh? Just close your eyes so we can skip the montage on this part. The author has no idea how to do this stuff.’ DJ did his best to **** his eyes open, yet they slowly closed. ‘Look, I was just being polite. Please don’t make me do everything. That is no fun.’

The next 30 minutes passed DJ by as he sat there in the chair. The feelings of the brushes and liquids on his face made him want to shy away, but the **** in his body wouldn’t let him move. He could feel hair tickling the back of his neck, long eyelashes glued onto his eyes. The worst was the eyebrow waxing. ‘That certainly won’t grow back soon.’ The running commentary did not help.

And then suddenly, it was done. DJ could feel the control slide into his body. Fluttering open his heavily made up eyes, he gasped at what looked back at him in the mirror.

He looked like a younger, and sluttier, version of his mother. Still, the makeup brought a sort of maturity to him that had certainly not been there before. Without giving him time to truly get used to his new face, his body stood up and walked over to the wall of heels.

As the voice in his mind continued to explain, the hands that DJ was so used to controlling began to select pairs of heels at what seemed like random, setting them next to him on another shelf. ‘Don’t worry about it. If you need to, just rationalize that I am controlling you and you don’t have a choice, cause that is what’s going to happen. Now, I need you to pick a pair of shoes.

There were four pairs of heels in front of him. All of them had that iconic red bottom sole. DJ’s mom Jackie didn’t have many vices, but this particular designer shoe brand was her largest. DJ winced as he knew that each pair of heels in front of him was likely worth almost a thousand dollars a piece.

The first pair he had been given to select from were a pair of very traditional black stiletto heels. ‘So Kate 120’s in black, very expensive.’

The next pair was even higher, but had a platform. The peep toe slingback stilettos were the second tallest of the four. ‘Lady Peep 150’s in black, with the Slingback. Very hot secretary.’

The third pair looked like a typical pair of tall platform heels. They didn’t have any peep toes or buckles or anything. What they did have were black and silver spikes attached to them, and they were even higher than the previous pair. And covered in black and silver spikes. ‘Daffodil 160’s in black with the spikes. Very cougar.’

The last pair of heels thankfully didn’t get any higher. Although something about them made DJ wonder if they would be the most painful to wear. They started black at the toe and faded to a bright red along the heel. They didn’t have a platform, but the heel was at least an inch higher than the first pair. ‘Hot Chick 130’s in ombre. Very bossy.’

“I’m not picking any of them! Who the fuck are you to **** this on me?” DJ’s hand’s clenched at his panty wearing sides. As he tried to **** his will onto the entity.

‘Oh right, I was supposed to do that earlier. Bad author, no cookie. Hi! I’m PK! I’m your friendly neighborhood… oh copyrighted huh?' The voice seems to be talking to someone else. The slightly distant sound to it makes DJ feel like it is ignoring him somehow, even if the voice is emanating from his mind. ‘Ok, nevermind that last part.. Just think of me as a **** for chaos that is here to help you bring sexy back. Now, pick one or we go to school like this.’

“Fine, I’ll wear the…”