A fairly young man stands behind the counter.

The ringing of a tiny bell announced the arrival of a new customer, and the door closed behind Selina. She glanced about at the walls filled with leather and lace and spandex and blindfolds and innumerable other implements of erotic pleasure. She saw behind the counter a fairly young man—one who did not look like he belonged where he was. Selina walked sexily toward the counter and the young man. “Hey there,” she said with a smile, “what’s your name kid?” she asked. The boy’s jaw dropped as he saw the curvy officer approach him in the dress with such a plunging neckline that showed off her wonderfully full chest. He’d seen many women who were sexy, or certainly who tried to be, but Selina was something different now—she was beautiful. “Ah ah um—I’m . . . I’m Alfy,” he stammered, smiling weakly. He couldn’t have been more than 18. He had scraggly blonde hair on a thin frame and a beard that looked as though it was still in the research-and-development phase. He wore a beat-up black shirt with the Aerosmith logo on it. “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this boy?” Selina asked as she came to the counter and cocked her head thoughtfully, placing her elbow on the counter, her chin in her hand, and leaning in and putting her bouncing, full cleavage on display for the lucky young man. “Um ah well yeah but uh my dad says I gotta run the place while he’s busy with something else right now so you know,” Alfy responded, seeming to think that his ramblings constituted a complete thought of some kind. “He does, does he?” Selina asked with a smile.

“Um . . . yeah?” Alfy said, seemingly rather unsure of himself. “Well very good then!” Selina exclaimed, “how’d you like to help a woman sex herself up, Alfy?” Selina asked. “Sure!” he exclaimed, “what, um, do you like?” he asked pensively. Selina smiled sexily at him. “Ruling the world,” she said. He chuckled. “Hang on a sec,” he said as he disappeared into the maze of isles for a few minutes. Selina waited with a smile on her face as the boy rummaged about. He emerged a couple minutes later carrying a bag filled with clothes of all kinds. “I got a number of things for you,” he announced, “but you said you liked the idea of ruling the world, so I thought this would be a place to start,” he said as he pulled out a particular ensemble. Selina immediately liked it. It was a full outfit—pants and a top, but it was specifically a black leather outfit that Selina very much liked the idea of wearing. “It’s an S & M outfit, the sort of thing a woman wears when she wants to be in charge. Selina took the outfit on a hanger and examined it. She spun it around to discover that one had to lace up the top from the back—it was a corset. It was precisely the sort of thing that Selina’s curvy body would look great in.

“Got a place where I can try it on?” Jonny asked as he took the bag of outfits and certainly the one Alfy had brought him. “Yeah, over here,” Alphy said as he showed Selina to a small fitting room with a mirror. Selina stepped in and closed the door, smiling at her possessed body in the mirror. “Bet you didn’t ever dress in one of these in front of your momma hot stuff,” she said to her reflection, knowing full well that the real Selina was inside her mind and a prisoner inside her own body who could hear her. She could feel the tiniest tingle, hear the faintest scream in the back of her mind, which of course she chuckled at and then brushed away. Selina removed the form-fitting evening gown she had worn. Her boobs swing free, and her amble rear was now on full display as Jonny beheld his voluptuous, curvy, 44-year-old body, her tanned skin and jet black hair just adding to her allure.

After admiring his body for a few minutes, Jonny began to put on the new clothes. He first slipped his meaty thighs into the black leather pants, forcing them up and around his beautiful bubble but. He fastened the jeans in the front after having had to suck in his belly just a bit to do so—one of the perils of advancing time, it seemed. Jonny ran his hands over his curvy rear and gave it a slight slap. “Going well so far,” he declared as he bent down and picked up the top. The corset, of course, had no straps and was to be kept up entirely by the figure of the woman who wore it. It covered, not just the boobs, but the torso/belly area as well. As Jonny tried to put it on, he found it exceedingly awkward. He would get it most of the way around his body but would be unable to fasten it in the back. This made sense, as the back was two leather ends that had to be held together by an assortment of black strings tied together, and that was hard to manage when you could not see what you were doing. “Dammit to hell,” Jonny exclaimed in futility. Then he had an idea.

“Alfy, get in here!” he yelled out. “Um what?” came the boy’s surprised and obviously giddy response. “I can’t fit myself into this fuckin’ thing, and I need help. Get in here son!” Jonny yelled again. After a couple seconds, Alfy timidly opened the door and peered in. Selina motioned him to come in the rest of the way, and he closed the door. The room wasn’t much bigger than a couple of telephone booths welded together, so Alfy suddenly found himself in very close quarters with the curvy Selina. She stood with her back to him. “I can’t get this top fastened, so you need to help me, got it?” Alfy paused. “Yeah yeah sure I can help . . . I can help you,” he stammered. Selina could feel Alfy working his hands about behind her, tying the two ends of the garment together string by string, and the leather slowly enclosed Selina’s middle as Alfy worked his way up her back. As he got to top, he stopped. Jonny paused for a minute.

“Why did you stop? It doesn’t feel as snug as it should I think ,“ he said. Alfy seemed to stumble. “Wel—um—ah,” he started, “I can’t get it to—“ “Can’t get it to fasten?” Selina said with a slight laugh. “Yeah,” Alfy confirmed. “Haha it’s ok kid. These clothes were made for a 20-year-old vixen built like a stick, and I am 44, I like my pastries, and I think women whose thighs never touch need to eat a fucking sandwich. Tell you what, I’ll inhale a bit and you give those strings back there good yank—sound good?” “Sure,” Alfy said.

Selina breathed in, compressing her belly but causing a notable expansion in her breasts. Suddenly, Alfy yanked on the strings, and the corset tightened around Selina’s middle. The yank was hard enough that it actually caused a few delightful cracks in Selina’s back, and her generous chest was immediately **** upward to an even more prominent position, if that’s even possible. The skin from her boobs peeked over the top of the corset. The effect of the whole thing was a bit like forcing the last bit of toothpaste to the top of the tube. “Wow!” Selina said, exhilarated at the sensation of wearing the thing. She turned very slowly and looked at herself in the mirror. She was really beautiful—hot too, and of course those aren’t quite the same thing. Alfy’s jaw dropped as he beheld the woman’s curvy, eye-popping figure. “You look great—I mean—if I was into that sort of thing and women your ag—I mean, you know chicks who are built like—well, women who have been around a couple ti—you look real nice!” he said as he quickly and nervously existed the small room, nervous as hell.

Jonny admired himself in the mirror. He liked the effect of the clothes like this on his vessel. Basically, the form-fitting nature of the leather and the corset in particular meant that there was but one way to walk around when dressed like this—eyes front, shoulders back, and boobs bobbing beautifully at the ready. Selina existed the fitting room some time later, her chest jutting out beautifully before her as she strutted about. He grabbed the bag of other clothes Alfy had procured, still wearing the dominatrix uniform. “All the rest of that stuff—the maid stuff, the nurse stuff, the cop stuff, the teacher stuff, the housewife stuff, all of it, it’s all the same size as what you’ve got now, so it’ll fit well if you make it fit,” he said. “Thanks, Alfy, you’re a doll,” Selina said as she ran her hand sexily over his face. Suddenly, her eyes began to glow red, as did Alfy’s. “You found it so joyful helping me wedge my boobs into this thing that you’re going to give me all these clothes for free,” she said. “Boobs . . . free,” Alfy said. “That’s right,” Selina said, releasing the boy.

She strutted out of the shop into the open mid-day air. “What a nice boy,” she mused to herself as she pondered her next move.