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The cold of the morning slipped up DJ’s bare legs as he stood there waiting for the car service to come pick him up. Even more evidence of the cold could be had in the two points extending from his breasts in the form of nipples poking out against the thin latex fabric covering his bouncy boobs. Wrapping his arms under his breasts and hugging himself tightly brought some warmth back into him, and also managed to pull up the large mounds, making them even more prominent.

‘You know, Cardi B had it right.’ Sudden warmth spread across DJ’s core, spilling out into his extremities. The sudden flush of heat brought color to DJ’s cheeks, both those above and below his waist. ‘A hoe never gets cold!’

“I am not a hoe.” DJ’s defensive statement belied his current outfit of tube top, micro skirt, and platform stripper heels. The chastity cage pushing out on the front of his sister’s panties and skirt didn’t help the image either. The warmth in his body chased away the chill but did nothing to bring his nipples under control. As the feeling suffused his body, another feeling began to appear. A feeling of emptiness inside of him.

Praying that the feeling was simply hunger at not having eaten yet that day. DJ peeled back the skin of the banana. Bringing the long phallic shape up to his bright pink painted lips, he saw the SUV pull up that indicated his ride had arrived. DJ tried to pull the banana away, but instead PK had another idea. Mincing up to the car, DJ opened the door and nodded to the driver.

“Car for…DJ?” The driver’s question was typical, just reading the name off of the screen on his phone. Looking up, he locked eyes with our feminized protagonist and froze.

Now that the driver’s attention was squarely on him. PK **** DJ’s long nailed hand to slip the banana into his mouth. Only instead of biting off a piece at a time, PK simply blocked the body’s gag reflex and shoved the entire length in, swallowing the whole length in one gulp. PK **** DJ’s lips into a vapid smile and piped up. “Yep!”

Climbing into the tall SUV made it impossible for DJ not to flash the panties under his tiny skirt. At the sight of such an aggressively sexual sequence of actions, the driver sat frozen. DJ’s manicured hand pulling the door closed seemed to finally break the spell. Crossing one leg over the other DJ could feel a need to move into the middle of the bench seat, to provide a better shot for the driver to see him in the mirror. Inwardly groaning at the incredibly slutty things he was being pushed and prodded towards, DJ tried to focus on the task at hand. Getting to the mall and getting a dress.

“Thanks for the ride. Can we get going?” At his question, the driver simply nodded and drove off. The SUV rolled through the neighborhood and began to pull out into traffic, headed for the center of all shopping in the area.

“So what are you picking up at the mall? I can drop you off near Ana’s if you need?” DJ’s brow raised, having never heard of that particular store.

“Nah, I’m going to get a dress for prom. I’m going on a date with this boy so I can keep a promise.” That had not been what DJ had wanted to answer at all. In fact, he much would have preferred sitting there silently. Instead, a compulsion had popped up to **** him to tell the truth, in the worst way possible.

‘Look, it is just easier this way. Then I can let you do all the work and I can just relax. Plus, it is more fun.’ PK’s voice in DJ’s mind was a bit snippy, having been ignored for so long.

“Oh, I wouldn’t think a girl like you would be dating a high school boy. But good on you.” The driver’s eyes were barely on the road as he adjusted his mirror to look directly back at the beautiful woman in his back seat.

The desire to pop off and tell the man in the front seat that he wasn’t a girl built up in DJ’s mind as he sat there. DJ seethed as his mind warred against being seen as a woman. ‘If that’s what you want, I can make that happen.’

Fear spiked in DJ’s mind at the passive aggressive tone the entity used. Unable to stop himself, DJ piped up. “Silly billy, I’m not a girl. I’m a sissy! And you know us, we will date anyone old enough.” The words seemed to echo in the quiet of the car as both parties took time to digest the words that had spilled from DJ’s pink lips.

For DJ, the words were a hammerblow against his ego. Not only would he apparently be a whore, he would be **** to tell everyone he was a feminine male whore. A tear threatened to gather in the corner of his eye as he felt the need to be anywhere but where he was. Of course, PK couldn’t allow anything that simple to mess up the boy’s make up, so the tear simply ceased to exist.

The driver spoke up, his voice thicker than previously. “You know, usually I take people like you to the specialty store on Grand Ave. Not the mall for a prom dress.” Chuckling, the driver made a left hand turn.

Every teen in the city knew about that store. The sex shop sat right in the middle of town. It was a rite of passage for every 18 year old to wander in on their birthday to giggle at the displays and purchase a pack of condoms. DJ had refused to participate in the ritual, yet still his mind’s eye conjured isle after isle of dildo’s and other phallic objects. Within his body, an ache began to appear. Deep within his rear end, he could feel the need to be filled growing slowly.

“You know, if I take a left up here, it would lead to that store…” The driver let the unsaid question hang in the air.