Kenzie - (24, Kenzie is a bottle blonde who is prettier than she is smart. Not that she is stupid, she just tends to rely on what her looks get her over what she can do on her own. Currently she works as a stripper.)

Stepping into Kenzie's room was an exercise in caution. There were shoes, outfits, and cosmetics everywhere. Typically in a family this size, the oldest would be the one who got away with the least. But somehow it had never been that way for Kenzie. Maybe it was the fact that she was more than a little bit of a ditz. Maybe it was just the fact that she was the prettiest of all the girls in the house. Or maybe, it was just because she didn’t care about it. Somehow she managed to skate by almost everything, especially cleaning her room.

Of course, a large portion of that was because of what Kenzie did for work. Kenzie had never been a college girl, sure she had tried for a year at community college, but she had dropped out fairly quickly. It was then that she started the job she still held today. Working as a stripper at the local club. It meant she slept in late, got home as most of the house was waking up, and generally meant she interacted with the rest of the family the least.

Wondering what drew him to walk in here, he heard a feminine voice speak into his mind. ‘Hi, I’m PK. And apparently, either you or Jason really like sluts.’ DJ’s body froze in place as he tried to run from the room screaming. ‘Ok, none of that. The others didn’t mention how fast you got nuts.’ DJ could feel the streams of anxiety, fear, and adrenaline melt away.

Breathing deeply, because it was one of the two things he was given control over, he spoke up quietly. “Ok. Hi PK. Two questions. One, why can’t I move. Two, why does Jason’s or my taste in women matter?” DJ had to admit though, the voice was right. Ever since he was a young age he had looked up to Kenzie and how she acted. He loved his mother and the rest of his sisters, but there was something in the carefree way his sister went through life that always made him wish he could find a girl like her.

‘Wow, good questions. Also, if I say something you don’t understand. Just forget it. I like to talk to the audience.’ DJ’s mind tossed that thought around for a moment. Audience, was someone watching this? That was impossible, right? ‘So, first answer. Cause I am controlling it. See, I can take control of your body whenever I want. Now, I would prefer not to, but I gots to do what I gots to do. Second answer, well, see that kinda is the reason I’m here. Last night you made a wish. Wishes, well, wishes are promises. It’s kinda the idea that when you wish, you are saying you would do what it took to make it come true right? And well, we both know you weren’t going to do what it took to make your wish to Jason come true. So I’m here to make it happen.’

DJ’s mind turned that over slowly as he tried to understand the situation. The moment seemed to stretch before PK spoke up again. ‘Ok, I have a feeling I’m gonna have to do a lot more talking in this branch cause I can’t wait around for you to figure it all out.’ Somehow the voice in his mind took a deep breath. ‘You promised Jason a date to the prom, remember?’

“That’s it! I knew I would get there sooner or later.” Looking around the room slowly, DJ suddenly realized something. “Wait, am I gonna be his date?” The idea was ridiculous, and yet something about it caught in his mind. Prom was supposed to be the night in highschool where it all happened. He wanted that for Jason. Still the fear of being laughed at or ridiculed sat with him.

‘Don’t stress babes, you let PK make it work ok? Trust me, by the time you get to prom, you and Jason will love it.’ With those final words echoing around in his mind DJ felt his body step up to his sister’s clean clothes pile. She had a dresser full of clothes, but he knew that her most used clean clothes ended up in this pile more.

His hand snaked inside the pile, his fingers wrapping around a single elastic band. Pulling it out, he held up the tiny triangle of fabric in front of his face.

“Wait a second…” DJ’s lips clamped shut as PK **** him to bend over and pull the tiny panties up over his legs. The words bulged out obscenely over his dick in the front, and in the back he could feel the thong all the way up in his crack.

‘We have too much to do right now, and I’m trying to keep chapters shorter!’ PK’s voice rang out in his mind as he stepped over to his sister’s bed. Pulling back the covers a pair of items came into sight that did not belong in her room. The first was a small plastic cage. While certainly not his cup of tea, an 18 year old with an internet connection certainly knew what a chastity cage was.

“Please don’t do this.” It was the first time that DJ’s mind had fought back against PK since he had walked into the room and freaked out initially. “I don’t want that. I mean, I don’t want any of this. But please.” He begged, his fear actually spiking enough to allow him to speak through the small amount of control she had allocated to his mouth.

‘Interesting. Well, sorry hun. This is a non-negotiable. It seems like the community likes it when the sissy gets all caged up too much.’ DJ’s hands shook as he tried to fight the entity’s control over him. PK was surprised that he was able to manage even that. Still, perhaps he really did hate this. And yet, that only made it sweeter. Picking up the cage, DJ’s hands swiftly had himself set in it and locked. The key settled in his palm momentarily before simply fuzzing out of existence. Pulling his panties back into place, they managed to perfectly contain the small pink plastic cage.

“What, where did that go?” The terror in DJ’s mind spiked and he managed to take a step back towards the door of the room.

‘Wow, you really don’t like this. Well, would it make you feel better if I told you that there is at least a one in four chance that Jason has it?’ DJ thought over his best friend holding the key to his dick and shuddered. Sure, he knew he could trust his friend, but having to beg for the key? He would never live that down.

Sadly, that wasn’t the only item on the bed. Turning his body back to it, PK **** him to step up and pick up the heavy breastplate.

Kenzie and his mother Jackie had the larger breasts in the family. Although Kenzie hadn’t come to hers through genetics. DJ’s mind was focused on how real the prosthetics felt in his hand as he pulled them on like an incredibly tight t-shirt. As they settled onto his chest, he reached up and squeezed each one. A moan slipped from the boy's throat as he stood there, his knees almost buckling. ‘I mean, magical ****. You don’t have actual titties, just really good fake ones.’

Stumbling over to his sister’s desk, DJ was glad to sit down and give himself a chance to process all of this. Or at least that’s what he thought was happening. Turning to face the mirror, his hands began to gather up makeup and begin applying it to himself. Kenzie loved makeup. She wore it constantly, so it was no surprise when after thirty minutes, he looked up and saw someone very much like her staring back.

He could feel his lips plumping up from the serum that his body had spread across them as the last part of it. Running his tongue out along them, he could feel that they had somehow become even more sensitive. Thinking he was done there, he tried to stand, only for his limbs to follow someone else’s orders.

Reaching over, he opened up the kit that his sister kept on hand. She had spent a bit of time thinking that she would go to beauty school as makeup and such was her favorite pastime. Unfortunately it had gone about as well as college had. Still, she had learned how to do her own nails. And apparently, PK had that knowledge as well. DJ’s body was out of his control for the next hour, thankfully after the first few moments of boredom, PK allowed him to fall asleep as she continued on in control.

Waking up, DJ’s long lashes fluttered open slowly. It took him a moment to understand why it looked like there were feathers over parts of his eyes and why his lips felt sticky and tasted like strawberries. ‘All done! What do you think?’ Looking down at his hands, he held them out in front of him. His eyes skipped past them a moment to take in the breasts attached to his chest before he remembered them as well. Looking back to the nails he was amazed.

“I mean, they look great. I just wish they weren’t on me.” DJ was hoping that if he kept being nice to the entity that it would cut him some slack later on in the process.

‘Well, fair enough. Ok, so I have a question. What is the best way for a girl to please a man?’