Schoolgirl skirt

Reaching for the jeans was the natural choice, and one that he made without hesitation. If he was going to be dressed like a chick, then at least he would be covered. Of course, PK had other plans. A slight shift in his equilibrium and DJ’s hand landed on the small tartan skirt. “Wait, I didn’t…”

PK clamped DJ’s teeth shut with a thought and took over the teens body easily enough. ‘Nice choice! Who doesn’t love the slutty schoolgirl trope?’ Reaching up, DJ’s hands pulled down the white top next to it. Slipping that down over his head, it settled tightly against his upper body. Bending over at the waist, he stepped into the skirt and slid it up over his now long smooth legs. The hem of the skirt ended up just below the bottom of his white lacy panties after PK used his hands to settle the straps on his shoulders.

With a brief moment of control, DJ looked down and gasped. The breasts on his chest stuck out against the fabric obscenely. Not only was a valley of cleavage visible, but his erect nipples poked through the white material. He was even worried that in direct light the pink areolas might be visible. Realizing he had control of his body for a moment, DJ’s hands reached down to try and tear the skirt off. Only to freeze inches from the hem.

‘Bad girl! That is one demerit!’ In his head the voice giggled at her own schoolgirl pun. In no time at all, DJ’s body had finished off the outfit, slipping into the white thigh highs and tartan platform stiletto mary janes. Now fully dressed in the outfit, he caught a glance at himself in the mirror.

Nervous at having to walk in such insane shoes, DJ was both worried and ecstatic as it seemed like his body knew exactly what to do. Flowing out of the closet, he sauntered over to the vanity. There was really no other way to describe the hip swaying sexy walk that he had adopted. Now that he sat facing the mirror and the table full of cosmetics, he became even more nervous. Again though, PK seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Thirty minutes flew by and left DJ staring back at a reflection he did not recognize.

‘All done! And just in time too!’ Not quite sure what it was in time for, DJ managed to get his body under his own power and stood up. Hesitantly, he took a step towards the door. The new walk came naturally as he tried to leave the room. PK paused his steps right near the door to pick up the backpack that DJ had not noticed hanging on the backside of the door.

It was then that he heard the doorbell ring. Through his sister’s somewhat open window, he heard his best friend’s voice. “Yo, it’s me, Jason. You ready?” Even if it was futile, DJ did everything in his power to halt his form as it began to move down the hallway and down the stairs. Even as his fingers reached for the door, he was inwardly cursing PK and everything the entity stood for. Stepping out into the sun, he looked over and saw Jason standing there.