Do we even make it to school?

The walk to school was usually a short 30 min jaunt for DJ. Instead, it was a full forty five minutes before he was even in sight of the school. His speed wasn’t slowed by the fact he had been feminized, or even out of some desire to stick it to PK somehow. No, it was simply that the rolling gait that his six inch platform heels **** on his body just covered less ground.

After the first few minutes of the trip, DJ had reached into his backpack and pulled out some earbuds. Slipping them into his ears, he could hear a true crime podcast come over the sound waves. Slipping a piece of gum into his mouth, he chewed on the pink bubblegum as he strode along listening to the story of a Karen Reed being piped into his ears.

Finally as the school slipped into sight, the podcast cut off and a different voice entered into his mind. ‘Look. We need to figure this out. I can and will **** you to do things. But that isn’t what I want.’

DJ’s impish smirk at the voice in his mind caused PK to grit its metaphorical teeth in annoyance. “Yeah, and why should I give a damn about what you want?” With a grin he knew the entity would see, DJ turned and plopped his plump ass right down on a bus stop bench. “In fact, maybe I won’t even go to school.” Crossing his legs, one over the other, he leaned back and waited to see what would happen.

The growl of frustration appeared in his mind for only a moment before disappearing. ‘You know what. Fine. Sit here or don’t I don’t care. If this is the way you want to do it, then you don’t get to pick what happens.’