Scantily

You think it over for another moment, compose yourself, and then say, "For today, you should wear the shortest skirt and the skimpiest and tightest crop top you own. And don't wear panties or a bra. We can discuss your general clothing choices later. "

Despite everything that's happened so far, you still somewhat fear what her reaction will be and tense as you finish your statement. Ashley, however, simply responds, "Cool. I don't have any skirts that leave your ass bare yet though. Is that okay?"

"For sure," you reply. "In general I'll expect it to be bare in the future, but if I'm telling you what to wear for the day like I am now then that won't apply since you'll be out of the apartment."

"Alright, sounds good." She sighs lightly, then turns to walk back towards her room. You watch her naked ass sway and jiggle as she goes before she dissapears into her room. Thoughts of what you could do with this power next start to bombard you even as you wait in nervous anticipation for what will happen next.

After what feels like forever, but is really only a few minutes, Ashley comes out of her room and you take a sharp intake of breath. She's wearing a black pleated skirt that barely covers her ass while she's standing still. The crop top she chose is red with a v-neck that leaves very little to the imagination. It clings to her body and the bottom is just below her breasts, which are themselves pushed up by the tiny bit of fabric. You feel your arousal grow as you see her nipples through the shirt and the control that you have really hits you.

Ashley stamps her foot, jiggling her tits, and says, "Hey, stop staring! Is this good though?"

Her attitude snaps you out of it, but you simply say, "Sorry. And yeah, that's perfect. How do you feel about it?"

"Well, I don't like how people will be looking at me, and it's certainly skimpy for my tastes, but it's your right so I don't mind." She looks down, a little embarrassed it seems to you.

You think about it, and decide you want to change how she reacts to you and others looking. You decide to see how specific you can be, as well as what else you can claim, and say, "I claim your feelings about being looked at in a sexual way, as well as how you generally respond to it."

Ashley looks at you for a moment, brow furrowed, and slowly says, "Okay." You wait expectantly, unsure what will happen, and after she thinks for a moment more she says, "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that was yours. I shouldn't have reacted to your looks like I have been, or anyone elses' for that matter, without checking in with you. How should I feel and act about it from now on?"

She looks at you inquisitively, and you smile before saying, "It's alright, I understand completely. From now on though, you will feel incredibly turned on by people looking at you in a sexual way. You should feel somewhat embarrassed by it and feel that it is a little wrong and violating, but those feelings should be primarily in the background and should fuel your arousal even more. " You stop for a moment and look at Ashley. She nods, accepting and seemingly understanding what you want, so you continue, saying, "You should ultimately want people to stare at you, and if you think that they are or that you're in a situation where someone might stare you should act and move your body in ways that will encourage it, such as thrusting out your chest, acting flirtatious, raising your skirt with your hand, or whatever else you decide in the moment. You shouldn't let encouraging people to stare completely derail your day or you life though, just encourage it in the context of what you were already doing. And you should never actively discourage someone from looking or do anything to negatively impact them for doing it. Got all of that? Sorry it was so much."

"No, it's alright," Ashley replies. "I'm the one who hasn't been feeling or doing any of that when it was your feelings and actions the whole time."

You shake your head slightly, marveling at how completely you have managed to change your roommate and how strange her conceptions of what you own now are. She moves slightly, and your eyes lock onto her deep cleavage jiggling for a moment. Years of conditioning make you instinctively move your eyes quickly away to her face, and you see that she saw your intital gaze. You slightly tense, then realize you don't t have to worry even as her face starts to get a noticable flush. She arches her back slightly and traces a finger lightly around the outside edge of her tit. She looks at you and says softly, "Like them?"

With a grin, you respond, "Of course I do," eyes locked on her boobs. She looks slightly troubled for a moment, but your continued stare leads to her stifling a moan. She leans down slightly giving you a view down her shirt, and you see her hand tense as if to go to her pussy when you continue to look. Your dick hardens considerably, and you look deeply into her eyes.

Suddenly, she stands up and starts to walk away while arching her back and showing her boobs off to you as much as possible. She says, "Hey, happy birthday again, but I have plans and I really have to go, I'm sorry."

The fact that you didn't want the new behaviors and feelings that you just gave her to mess with her life or schedule comes back to you. You say, "Okay, no problem," but consider what to do before she reaches the door.