Handjob

DJ’s mind spun through all of the possible options available to him. He somehow knew that whatever he picked is what he was going to spend the rest of the day doing. Which meant that certain things were certainly off limits. No oral, no anal, certainly no titfucking… which left him with only one really solid answer.

“A handjob?” The words came out as a question, but PK knew that he meant it as his selection.

‘Lame. I mean, I’ll take it, but really? Just a handjob?’ Reaching over into a pile near the door, his hands pulled out a pink piece of fabric that looked like it was a mess of small strips. Only as his body managed to untangle it all did he realize that they were a pair of his sister’s workout shorts.

Stepping into the shorts, his body pulled them up his long smooth legs. Thankfully, DJ followed in the same genetic lottery as the rest of his family and was blessed with an ass that wouldn’t quit. Normally this was a source of embarrassment or frustration, but somehow right now, it was exactly what it should be. Once the shorts were tucked away correctly, he looked down to see how they fit. It took him a moment to figure out how to look past his breasts, but after moving them around a bit, he looked down and noticed that the small pink cage barely stood out against the tight front of the tiny shorts. The idea that no one could tell brought a bit of pleasure into his brain. Once he realized that DJ froze and took a deep breath.

“Can you please stop putting thoughts into my head?”

‘I mean sure, except I really haven’t. See, my sisters, they can do that stuff. I’m different though. I can only make you do things physically. I can make your walk in heels easier, I can make you freeze or do something I want. But I can’t make you think different. That is all you.’

Closing his eyes, DJ could feel his body bending over to search for the rest of his outfit. He didn’t want to believe what PK was telling him, but he felt that it was true. What that particularly meant to him, was something he didn’t want to understand yet.

His hands wrapped around another mass of straps, hauling it out of the same pile the shorts had been in. Keeping his eyes slammed shut, DJ did his best to just ignore everything that was going on inside and outside of him. It wasn’t until his hands pulled the sports bra down over his newly sensitive nipples that his eyes shot open and a small moan escaped him.

‘See, it isn’t all bad! Plus, just think of it this way. Your hand is already bisexual.’ The odd turn of phrase bounced around in DJ’s mind for longer than he would have liked before he got it. By that time, PK had managed to pick up the footwear for the day. Slipping his tiny, soft, and hairless feet into the high heeled sneakers, DJ’s body sealed them in by zipping them closed.

Standing up in the tall heels, DJ finally looked down at his outfit. “This looks like one of the gym outfits I see Kenzie wear all the time, but I’ve never seen her wear these heels to the gym.”

PK’s response came out slightly frustrated. ‘Look, I know. They are absolutely not what anyone should ever work out in. But the author? They have a problem.’ Pausing, PK’s voice ratcheted up in his mind. ‘A fucking problem! You hear me? Not every outfit has to have fucking stilettos!’ DJ’s mind reeled from the sounds that slammed into his psyche. Realizing just what she had done, PK modulated her tone back down. ‘Sorry about that, I’m just frustrated.’

DJ nodded along like he understood anything that was going on. “So now what?” Standing there in the center of his sister’s room, dressed in her clothes, and wearing her makeup, DJ felt like the next part of his day was going to get interesting.

‘Well, I guess now you and I take Kenzie’s jeep and go to the gym. Cause apparently this whole story is just the author doing fan service to everything that they think people will like and that they somewhat like.’ Grumbling into DJ’s mind, PK took control of the body.

Picking up a pink backpack, the body began to sway sexily down the stairs and then out of the house. Climbing into his sister’s white jeep, he started it up. “To the gym I guess.”