The customer.

The customer is the first to speak, “I wish you were more submissive.”

“I bet you do. What the fuck is going on? Where are my clothes? Which of you fucks took my stuff?” You demand.

“I wish your stuff was right over there, right where you left it. I wish you remembered coming back here willingly.” The clerk says, trying another angle.

The customer chimes in, “Yeah I wish you remembered that we paid you for nude photos and then you fell and hit your head.” They high five, certain that they can talk their way out of whatever punishment they deserve. Then he quietly adds, pointing at your fat cock, “I wish you were a little smaller and had a little larger breasts.” They watch as your sexy form shifts slightly but it is slower than before, almost as if the magic of the collar was running low. “Man, she is so fucking hot I wish we like met years ago and she was always like this.” Something rumbles somewhere and he shakes his head, “Oh this is so weird, I just realized I used to babysit her older sister. You’re name is Kora right?” He asks.

You shake more cobwebs loose from your mind. “Oh, huh.” You say as you spot your purse, sitting on your neatly folded clothes. They watch as you go begin to gather up what definitely wasn’t there a moment ago.

The clerk smiles, “Well I guess we are done, thanks, I wish you would take off that collar and hand it to me.”

“Sure.” You say, still confused a little, take off the collar and hand it to him. They both let out a sigh of relief and sit quietly as you get dressed. As you start, you stare at the customer for a few seconds before saying, “Frank, right. Holy shit I haven’t seen you since I was, what, in like 4th grade. Bet you never thought you would be paying me for nude photos.”

He laughs, “Ya, fuck this is kinda weird, how old are you anyway?”

“19.” You say smiling.

He does some mental math then says, “Fuck, liar.”

“Bah, I will be in a few months, what does it matter. Heck I graduate next month.”

“Oh fuck, that’s right, you’re a senior aren’t you. Oh I am such a creep.” This conversation happens as you get dressed.

A cute pair of baby pink socks are first, followed by a pink cotton low rise panties and matching bra that somehow does an amazing job of holding in your now easily 9” long and over 2” thick cock, though the outline of it is clearly visible, it just seems to lie there in your panties like a cobra waiting to strike. The bra is basically unnecessary, as your new B cups are very perky, but you look very sexy in it. Next you pull on a pair of very ripped skin tight spandex leggings that really don’t cover much but after noticing hidden knee pads, they must be for protecting your knees while still showing a ton of skin. Over these you pull on a pair of faded jeans that are so ripped that all they really do is hide your bulge. Next you pull on and zip up a pair of black over the ankle riding boots with strong looking 4” chunky heels. You then pull on a short white midriff baring tank top that has a pair of pink lips on the front. An Italian style biker jacket, black with yellow accents and fingerless riding gloves finish your attire. You shoulder your purse, grab your black helmet, and smile at them. “Well Frank if you ever want to spend another hundred, you have my number.”

They watch as you go, then you hear frank say, “Let’s see if it still works. I wish...”