He makes you spin

You are met with a cat call, a whistle, and a "looking hot, baby." This only makes your blush more. "Come here, John. Or, should I call you Doe now?" He laughs, adding to your humiliation, though you find the new name to be an attractive one. One that you would probably choose for yourself if you had to or if you were into this sort of thing.

Still, you reply with an "Oh shut up, Matt."

"Tsk, tsk, that is no way to take to your new master," he wags his finger as you walk over. The term master for some reason excites you a little. You were always the submissive type. Not that you fantasized about guys, mind you. You were straight. But you loved the idea of a girl dominating you. So maybe that was why your cock twitched a little?

"Now come over here and spin for me." You do as he asks, walking towards him, getting into character in the slightest bit just to shut him up--so you tell yourself. The skirt shimmies as you walk. When you are in front of him, you stand on your toes and spin.

"Slower. Not so fast. Do it again," he barks out, line after line. So you spin again, slower than before. Your ass it hiked a little when you do it again, and you can feel his eyes glued on it. He reaches out and suddenly flips the back of your skirt. "My, my, Doe,"--that name again--"those panties hug your cute ass nicely, don't they? And pink. It suits you."

Your blush burns brighter than ever now. While you never crossdressed before, you had the inclination that if this was some hot Dominatrix doing these things to you, you know you would likely be enjoying it. Still, this is your best friend, this is totally wrong! Which only makes thing so much more uncomfortable as you realize you're semi arousal is getting worse.