She continues feminizing him.

2 hours passed, with Johnny trying on and showing off each and every outfit in his closet. Dresses, Skirts, Blouses, Shorts, even Swimsuits. Right now, Johnny was strutting across the bedroom in a purple striped bikini as if he were a model on a runway. Luna was sitting on the bed, watching him with a satisfied smile on her face. Though, she felt it could be better.

"You're so sexy looking, have you always had such a perfect supermodel figure?"

Johnny's body shifted again, his hips widening and his waist shrinking further, until his figure was indistinguishable from a supermodel.

"Girl, you have no idea. I get mistaken for a woman on the street all the time! All I'd need is a bit of makeup and you'd never be able to tell." he responded.

"But you're an expert in makeup, which is why you have so much of it and wear it all the time, right?"

Johnny's previously untouched skin was now perfectly made up with lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, everything. And it looked like it was all applied with the skill of a trained professional.

Unnoticed by Luna, a vanity appeared in Johnny's room with a full lit makeup mirror, and drawers filled to the brim with lipsticks, brushes, makeup sponges, powders, and a ton of other professional makeup products.

Meanwhile, Luna was actually getting a bit turned on seeing Johnny looking so much like a woman, something he would have never agreed to just a few hours earlier. She knew what she had to have him do next.

"Do you have any really sexy designer lingerie?"

"Yeah, sure! I don't remember where I put it though, it might take a minute for me to find it."

"No worries! Go find it and put it on for me. I'll wait."

Johnny disappeared back into the closet, digging around for the lingerie. Meanwhile, Luna began to take off her clothes, stripping down to her bra and panties. A few minutes later, Johnny stepped out of the closet, wearing a sexy lingerie set. Luna eyed him up and down, and bit her lip. She was so turned on at that moment she couldn't stand it. "Why are you in your underwear?" Johnny asked.

"Are you ok with that?"

"Sure, whatever, just wasn't expecting it."

"God you're so hot. Come give me a sexy lap dance."

Johnny stood there a moment, concerned. "Um...I don't think I know how."

"What do you mean? Haven't you been taking exotic dance classes for the past few months?"

"Oh, well, yeah, I don't know, maybe I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, just give it your best shot."

Something shifted in Johnny's demeanor, and he responded with a determined "Ok."

Johnny's dancing was unparalleled. The way he moved his body, the way he rubbed up against Luna, shaking his hips and ass, the way he stared into her eyes, he moved like a seasoned professional exotic dancer. Then, Luna had an idea.

"Are you as turned on as I am right now?"

Johnny suddenly stopped, hitching a bit in his breath, his sexy lace panties becoming tighter, and his body shaking a bit. "Oh god, yes."

"Do you have a strap on that I can use?"

Johnny hesitated. "I do, I've just never used it. I don't know how I feel about being pegged."

"But you've always wanted to be pegged. It's what you've dreamed of your entire life. You've never been more turned on by any other thought. That's why you always keep it conveniently in your bedside table drawer. Isn't that right?"

The next 2 hours were filled with moans of pleasure from both Johnny and Luna as she fucked him in the ass with the strap on. Luna looked at the ring on her finger, and mentally thanked whatever god or higher being smiled upon her to grant her this power. In the heat of the moment, she pulled out of him and began to furiously make out with him.