The walk to school

With nothing to distract himself outside of the unfamiliar feelings of his breasts bouncing up and down as he strode down the street, DJ focused on the mental side of his situation. He knew he should have been freaking out, that any normal man would have been. Instead, he could feel himself almost as an advisor to another part of him. There was this feeling of being sequestered in his own mind that stuck with him. It was like PK had control, but very much wanted his input.

Still, he knew that PK didn’t know everything. Of course he had worn his sister’s clothes before. There wasn’t a teen boy on the planet that lived with the kind of women that he did that didn’t try to emulate them or be **** by them to dress up. That didn’t mean he particularly wanted to be walking to school like this, but it did mean that he wasn’t quite as out of his mind with frustration as he expected many others would have been. Also, the fact that he was able to spin these thoughts without interference or comment by PK meant that perhaps he did have some control still.

He thought of how PK had asked questions all morning, how the entity seemed to derive pleasure from not being quite in control, but watching the situation go awry. It reminded DJ of a stream community watching their favorite streamer play a video game. They would submit their ideas, maybe sometimes **** something to happen with a donation, but the ultimate enjoyment came instead from the ability to watch what happened closely and feel like a part of the community. The concept gave DJ an idea.

“Hey, PK?” DJ’s voice wasn’t quite what he expected. Apparently since leaving the house it had taken on a huskier more feminine tone. Something that more directly matched the attire and form he was now presenting.

‘Hmm? What?’ The entity sounded surprised for the first time, perhaps even amused that DJ would speak to it quite so openly.

“I want to be clear here, that I understand you have all the power. My biggest question is how much power do I get? Can I, for example, ask that you get me a perfect grade in my classes? Can we make a deal where you get me a scholarship into the college of my dreams afterwards? Or are your phenomenal cosmic powers limited to just my actions, my body, and the current part of my reality?” DJ’s eyes swept back and forth as he swayed confidently down the sidewalk. The click clack of his heels stood out as a constant almost metronome sound as the entity seemed to think on the question.

‘Interesting questions. Why?’ DJ felt like he had latched onto something. PK had been playful and scrappy, now it sounded almost surprised and certainly off center at the questions.

“We both know there isn’t anything I can do to stop this. We also both know that you will have fun messing with my thoughts and emotions for the rest of our time together. But to quote Full Metal Alchemist ‘Humankind cannot gain without giving something in return. That is the law of equivalent exchange.’. So, I was thinking, maybe we can work something out.” The silence that was left after that statement hung in the air and DJ was suddenly unsure if he had made the right decisions. Perhaps pushing against this was a bad idea.

‘That could be fair. So what do you want? I certainly won’t let you out of this. And you are right, the more odd things you get up to, the more fun I will have. If it is fair, I don’t see why we can’t make that deal.’

DJ smiled as the entity sprung his trap card. “Oh, simple. I want Jason to suffer the same fate as me. He will come to school dressed in women’s clothes from his house. We can tell everyone it is some sort of bet, or that we are challenging the status quo of prom. Either way, I want him dressed just as hot and slutty as me. What do you say?”

‘Let me think on it.’ PK’s voice dropped off as the entity reached out into the cosmos to see the reaction to this new twist.