Get dress for her

You take a deep breath and start to strip down, the fabric of your jeans and shirt feeling heavy against your skin. The pink lingerie seems to mock you as you lay it out on the dressing room bench. You hesitate for a moment, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you, but the fear of what Ashley will do if you refuse is stronger.

You slip on the panties first, the lace feeling strange against your cock and balls. The bra is next, the cups too small to contain your modest chest. You fasten the garter belt and stockings, the latter feeling like silken snakes wrapping around your legs. You look at yourself in the mirror, a guy in a girl's lingerie, and the reflection staring back is both terrifying and oddly arousing.

When you step out of the dressing room, your cheeks are on fire. The mall's harsh lights bounce off the pink fabric, making you feel like a neon sign advertising your submission. Ashley's laughter rings out as she snaps a photo with her phone. "Perfect," she says, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Such a hot little slut aren't you. I'm getting jealous."

You stand there, feeling the eyes of the other shoppers on you, the pink lingerie a stark contrast to your embarrassment. The way Ashley make you bend to her will is a constant reminder of your place in this twisted game, a symbol of your submission to Ashley's whims. She circles you, her eyes raking over your body like a predator eyeing its prey.