She dare.

"I don't want to look," she said, but she did anyway, cracking the case and pulling out a lacy pink top that wouldn't even have been modest on her old body. Disgusted, she tossed it on the car seat. "Oh my god." she stood up holding a pair of heels that were nothing but six inches of crystal blue plastic with darker PVC straps. "A stripper wouldn't get caught dead in these."

"So?" John asked, mentally framing his wish. "You aren't a stripper. Try them on."

Alicia made ready to hurl the shoes across the parking lot. "Screw that!"

'OK. I wish the shoes would make her curious. She won't be able to resist putting them on just to see what it would be like, but once they are on she will love how they make her look, and the sluttiness will make her horny.'

Alicia drew back her arm, winding up to throw the stripper heels into the darkness as the Voice prompted for confirmation. "Would you like for Alicia to try on her shoes and become sexually aroused by doing so?"

'You bet.'

The brunette blinked and her enraged expression softened. One miute the shoes were doomed, the next Alicia studied them closely. She smiled. "You really think I should?"

"I sure want to see it. A little sluttiness can be really sexy."

"This is a lot of sluttiness."

"Yeah, but they're only shoes. You can take them back off again."

"E-yeah. But if you tell my brother, I'll kill you." She slipped off her slip-ons, pondered for a few moments, and then stripped off her socks. Her eyes widened and emptied of all signs of intelligence the instant her left foot slipped into the first shoe. A lusty smile spread across her flushing face, and she strapped on the remaining shoe, trembling with haste.