New Wardrobe

"You're a sick, perverted bastard if you think I'm going to be your sex toy." Sam screamed.

"Whoa, calm down, Sam, I control what you wear, remember, you don't want to do something you'll regret." Nate reminded her.
Sam took a few breaths and calmed down. She was visibly shaking. Whether with fury or nervousness, Nate couldn't tell and he didn't really care.

"Fine. If those are my only options, then I'll chose the second one. I'll either dress like a slut or a princess. I don't want to do anything to get on your bad side." Said Sam.

"Very good." Replied Nate. "I'm pleased to hear that. I'll give you my phone number so that you can text me photos of you in your girly attire. Don't you dare try and call me though. If I need to, I'll contact you."

Nate then closed his eyes and made his wish.