Emma exercises control

Lyle woke in an unfamiliar room. It took him a minute to realize he must be in Emma's bed. He sat up and the sheets fell off his body. He felt the weight of his breasts shift and looked down. Nope, wasn't a dream. He was still wearing the outfit Emma had **** him to try that showed far too much skin for his comfort. With a sigh he remembered he was at her mercy now. He got out of bed and went to look for her. He found Emma sitting at her kitchen table typing away on a laptop.

"Oh you're awake. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm alright. Making a wish is a rough experience," He looked over and noticed the candle wasn't on the counter anymore, "Where'd the candle go?"

She shrugged, "I put it away. Why, did you want to make another wish?"

Lyle shook his head, "No. Well, not right now. I...umm...well I should probably head home..."

"It's 9pm. You can't go home." She said flatly.

"Can't?" Did Emma intend to keep him here? Why?

She scoffed, "Not that you were some muscle man before but it's very different walking home at night in your present condition. It isn't safe," Lyle frowned. She was probably right. Fuck. "Don't worry. You can spend the night here. You probably aren't tired since you just slept, why don't you go change into those pajama shorts and the white tank top we bought and we can watch a movie? No need for underwear."

Lyle stared at her. Was she for real? In response she just raised an eyebrow. He sighed, she was for real. He grabbed the shopping bag and went back to her room and shut the door. He waited but there didn't seem to be any compulsion for him to change. At least not right away. Still though, he was happy to get out of this outfit.

He stripped down quickly and set the close aside. He reached into the bag and pulled out the tank top, but then set it aside and grabbed the one t-shirt she'd let him buy. He started to put it on...and stopped. He tried again and again but he could not make himself put it on. "Fuck." He whispered quietly. He put the tank top on and had no trouble at all.

He tried the same thing with a pair of panties. No matter what he did he couldn't put them on. Frustrated he put the shorts on and pouted. These shorts were even shorter than the skirt he'd been wearing earlier. He felt...well...girly.

As a final act of defiance he grabbed a sweater and tried to put it on overtop, maybe he could...nope. No sweater. Defeated he went back to the kitchen to see Emma.

"Wow, so cute! So what movie do you want to watch? She's the man? It's a boy girl thing? Freaky Friday?" Emma teased.

Lyle sighed, "Ok ok. I know I deserve a little bit of ridicule, but aren't you going a little far?"

"Fine. Spoilsport. How about the Dungeon & Dragons movie? You told me last week you hadn't seen it yet?"

"Ok. I'm in. Should we order a pizza?" Lyle asked.

Emma shook her head, "Nah. We gotta watch our figures, right? You set up the movie, I'll get us a snack."

Lyle did still want to order a pizza, but considering he had no money he couldn't exactly demand she order one. Besides her snack turned out to be popcorn. Without butter, but still he had no complaints.

After the movie both of them were feeling tired. Lyle offered to take the couch but Emma insisted they share her bed. A few days ago he would have been thrilled at the idea of sharing a bed with his crush. Today...it just didn't have the same appeal. For one instead of a romantic partner he felt more like...well...a doll. Especially how Emma kept calling him cute, not his preferred adjective by a long shot. Still he was tired enough that it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

Lyle woke up to a very unfamiliar feeling. It took him a second to realize what it was. Emma was spooning him...and squeezing one of his tits. He hadn't spent much time exploring his female body yet but it felt really, really good. Were all breasts this sensitive or was it something bout the kind of body Emma wanted in a lover? Putting that thought aside he tried to sneak out of her grasp, he really had to pee.

He managed to successfully free himself and make it to her bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom Emma was awake and smiling, "Good morning, you feeling better today?"

Lyle nodded, "Ya. Thanks."

"Why don't you go grab a shower and I'll make us breakfast." Emma suggested.

"Well sure...but...well you've done so much for me. Why don't I make breakfast for you?" Lyle offered.

"Hmm...tempting...counteroffer. Let me experiment with my wardrobe control and I'll make breakfast." Emma grinned.

Lyle sighed. He was pretty sure she was going to do it either way. "Fine. Do it."

Emma clapped her hands excitedly, "Yes! Ok. So since I have control over what you wear...what if I said you can't wear anything!'

Lyle felt his hands moving before his brain had time to catch up. He took off the shorts and tank top and stood there naked. Then he reflexively covered his crotch. Then he realized he had more to cover now and tried covering both breasts with one arm, but they were so large he wasn't doing a great job.

"Hey!" Lyle complained, "That was uncalled for!"

Emma just smiled, "What? You look hot. Ok so I can make you strip. I wonder...you may get dressed in whatever clothes you like after you have showered, shaved your legs and bush and dried your hair. Oh and put some body cream on, we want you to have nice skin right?"

"What? You can't be serious." Lyle complained.

"I want to see if I can put conditions on. Let me know if you can wear a towel or not. Oh and there's a disposable razor under the sink you can use." Emma got out of bed and came dangerously close to him. She leaned it, "Better get going..." She spanked him lightly on the ass, "Or breakfast will be cold." Then she walked past him into the kitchen.

Lyle stared at her back, then realized he had little power to fight back right now. He went into the bathroom, found the razor and got in the shower. He never thought he'd be shaving his legs...but here he was. It took him a rather long time and he was extremely nervous as he got to his crotch. But eventually he was done and he moved on to washing his body. He felt a surge of pleasure as the cloth went between his legs and he realized it had been a full day in this new body and he hadn't once touched himself there...still he resisted the temptation to do it now and tried to finish this as quickly as he could.

He used a towel to dry himself but realized he had far too much hair for a towel now. He'd never needed to blow dry his hair before but figured it couldn't be hard. He tried wrapping the towel around his waist but apparently that was too close to clothing. He was **** to stand there naked while he dried his hair, which took forever. Finally it was done and he tried again, this time successfully putting the towel around him. Then he spotted the bottle of lotion and realized it hadn't counted in her instructions. He hesitated for a moment then grabbed it anyway. No point pissing her off.

Finally he was done. He dressed as modestly as he could. That meant a bra, panties, a t-shirt and jeans. His body was still way too obviously female, but at least he was wearing clothing that was more comfortable. He entered the kitchen and saw Emma setting the table.

"So? Smooth and clean?" She asked with a wink.

"Yes...and I couldn't put the towel on before I dried my hair." He told her. No point trying to hide it since he couldn't lie to her anyway.

"Interesting..." She looked him up and down, "Your outfit is a little plain, but I did say whatever you wanted. Anyway I'm sure you are stressed about what to do so it's important for you to be comfortable."

He smiled, "Thanks. I appreciate that."

"Mhmm. So I thought we could have breakfast then we can talk about what we're going to do next. Let's just forget about your problems for now and enjoy it, ok?"

"Right, sounds like a plan. Thanks." Lyle sat down opposite her and picked up his fork. She had made omelets and they looked delicious. They ate and talked while avoiding the elephant in the room. It was nice, the kind of breakfast he dreamed of having with his crush. If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend it was real...but every time he moved he was reminded of the unfamiliar weight on his chest and his fantasy came crashing down. What was he going to do?