A slutty parody of his mom's wardrobe

John looks through his mother's (his?) clothes and they're all boring. They're all things he'd seen before. When he changed her body, he would have assumed that her clothes changed too, but it doesn't appear that they did. Her being more sexy doesn't seem to have changed her as a person. Oh well, he'll just have to fix that. He *snaps* and a few outfits are changed to be slutty parodies of themselves. He slips on a set, feeling self conscious and exposed. Well, that's exciting, at least. It's terrifying that people are going to be seeing him like this, and he has no idea what that'll do to his mother's reputation. But also, isn't that sexy? His husband wants him like this, and by God is he going to show off. He's damn lucky he get's to be George's arm-candy. He does his makeup surprisingly well, puts back on a pair of black leather thigh-high boots, and heads down stairs.

When he's in sight of his father, John poses seductively, an arm behind his neck, tits pressed out, legs apart so that George can see up to his g-string without an effort. George checks his watch and grunts, turning to the door. John hurries after him, feeling his tits bounce with each step.

They get to the car and it just feels dingy. John has been driven around in it for years, and once floated the idea of inheriting it. At the time it felt like an incredible dream, owning this sensible Toyota. Now, though, looking at George in his custom tailored suit, looking sexy and commanding, it doesn't feel right. Like a CEO sitting in a high chair. No, George is the most incredible man on earth so his throne needs to match. John *snaps* his fingers, hoping that George gets his dream sports car, though John himself doesn't know anything about fast cars. He gets his wish, and John still wouldn't be able to identify the car. But it's red and looks sexy with the top down.

The two speed to the mall, wind blowing through John's hair when he's not blowing his father. He makes a couple of *snaps* to ensure that the mall would halve everything his father wished for, which means that it's probably a way sexier place than it was a minute ago.

Exiting the car, John experiences something that he never has before. Every eye in the parking lot is on him. And he fucking loves it. He struts next to George, feeling the man's hand on his lower back protectively, knowing that he's both owned, and safe. He'll always be safe with George. He kisses the man's cheek affectionately. Fuck, he's going to need to find a good place to take George's dick. His pussy is still on fire.

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