Skinny Jeans

Of course, in this situation, any sane person would reach for the most covering option. DJ could feel PK almost forcing his hand to another, but the entity relented at the last possible moment and allowed the teen to select the pair of women’s skinny jeans.

Pulling down the pants from where they hung, DJ felt PK assert full control as they began to pull the selected garment up his newly denuded legs. The rough denim against his now more sensitive skin sent a shiver up DJ’s spine as he pulled them on. It was fairly simple to pull the pants up, till they reached his thighs. Then, his hereditary ass came into play. What followed was a scene popular in 90’s shows where DJ jumped around yanking and pulling to get the jeans up over his prodigious glutes. Once they were up and in place, buttoning them was another chore. Thankfully this took significantly less time.

Once the jeans settled across his lower half, PK used DJ’s hands to reach out and snag the top. Pulling the black cropped halter top on, DJ could only sigh in frustration at how little of his body it actually covered. In fact one could say that it drew more attention to his assets than hid them.

Thankfully with an outfit this simple, the shoes would be simple as well. That doesn’t mean they wouldn’t be a pair of six in platform stiletto peep toe heels in white. I just meant they would be simple. DJ could feel the arch in his foot as he stepped into the pair of heels. The strain on his calves was instantaneous, as was the effect on his ass and breasts. His posture quickly acclimated to the new stance that was required of him as he stood in the tall heels.

Hoping for a jacket or anything to cover up any part of his mostly naked upper body, DJ was disappointed as he stepped out of the closet. His confident steps in the new shoes pulled his body along to his sister’s vanity, where he sat down and proceeded to watch an almost magical display as PK manipulated his body to apply an astounding amount of makeup.

The dark haired wig that followed sat in waves down to the middle of his back. Astonishingly, his body even grabbed one of the fake nose rings that Becca had toyed with one summer while trying to find herself and slid it into place.

So it was that DJ found his body striding from his sister’s room quickly. His sure footed steps swiftly lead his body down the stairs. PK was still in control as his body reached out to snag a black leather purse as it pulled him towards the door.

Stepping up to the door, DJ tried one last time. “Please don’t do this. I’m sorry. I’ll get him an escort or something. Please stop this.” The whining and pleas fell on deaf ears as DJ’s completely feminized body stepped out into the early morning air.

As the door locked behind him, DJ could only look back in sadness as the entity in his body ignored his requests and offers. With a sway to his hips, one heeled foot was placed in front of the other as DJ began the short walk that would lead him to the front of his school.