The Wig

You ran to your mirror. How was this possible?! How was ANY of this possible?!

How were a pair of panties drawn to him? How were they able to **** themselves onto him? How was his dick able to be possessed by some evil queen? How was it able to control his life? How was it able to extend so far up to enter his mouth? How was this action able to send his spirit back to the evil queen's era. And when outfitted with a wig, how was it able to come back from the vision with him?

And WHY?! With each new moment he found himself **** to wear panties, **** to put on this bra, and now a WIG?!

He gave the wig a yank and, like everything else, it refused to come off.

"No no no" he said, refusing to believe it. The panties, the bra, those could be hidden...this was right on his head, out in the open he wouldn't be able to hide it.

This stupid evil spirt was slowly overwriting his entire appearance to look more feminine- where would it end?

He just realized that there was some cum stuck coating his lips appearing as lip gloss...

"Servant!" Your cock spoke to you, "I hope you haven't forgotten. I require new panties for tomorrow!"

"Yeah, well, they're gone now. My parents took them, remember?"

"That is not a concern for me. That is a concern for you."

"You're kidding me...after putting me in that situation so that I get caught, you're going to make me sneak into my parents room and steal the panties?"

It remained silent, but you became erect as the door to his bedroom opened. That was the answer.