Well, if it's a date...

You weren't sure you were quite ready to go out into the public yet, but with everything going on, you were honestly a little hungry. Since the woman riding you asked what you wanted to do on your first 'date', you figured it wouldn't be totally out of the question...

"So...do you mind if we get--something to eat?" You ask the staffer. "Since it's a date and all," you say. She smiles at you, narrowing her eyes.

"I think that could be pretty fun," She says. "Should we see how the food court is faring, or should we head over to one of the anchor restaurants?"

This particular corridor of the mall was pretty deserted. You wondered how far the news of the witches had traveled. With the staffer literally riding you through the air, it was only a matter of time before someone saw, if anyone was still around. And speaking of the staffer...

"I — I just realized I don't even know your name," you say to her, looking up into her eyes.

"Oh, that's right," she said, leaning forward into you and crossing her ankles as she lay across your body. "I'm Janine." Her body heat was right against you now, and you could feel her tits pressing against your own emulated lumps in the green satin blouse you were wearing. "What's your name, little boy?" She wrapped her arms around you, reaching down to your ass and squeezing your butt behind the leather skirt.

"Bobby," you say, grinning at her. She laughs a little before she plans a quick kiss against your lips, looking at you again before going in deeper this time, practically sticking her tongue down your throat. "Mmmph!" You exclaim, surprised but happily taking the affection. You notice that you're being oriented so that your feet point at the ground, and you both begin to descend slowly as she slides her fingers up your leather skirt and gives you a little spank.

"I'm thinking we should walk, Bobby...so we don't attract quite so much attention," She winks at you. You feel your feet touch the ground again as some of your weight descends into the heels you're wearing. You smirk at her.

"I'm thinking that my look will still get us attention," you say. "However contoured my face might be, my hairstyle isn't exactly convincing." Janine bites her lip a little, looking you up and down.

"If that bothers you, I know a place where we can get you some other hair…" She smiles. "You want to give it a try?" You sneer.

"I don't suppose you'd let me change back into some normal clothes," you say, making an obvious suggestion. She kind of shimmies her shoulders back and forth. "I mean, you're the one that said you weren't really into this look." You let out a little moan when you feel the panties wrapped around your hips grab your dick. The silky fabric begins stroking your cock again, and the skirt and pantyhose suddenly pull tight against your skin, no longer filled with the extra volume concealing your own shape. You and Janine both look down to see your growing cock outlined in the tight leather. She licks her lips. "Ooh...is...is that you?" You ask.

"No, not really..." Janine says, staring at your waist. "I think they kind of have their own ideas about you changing clothes," she said. "There's something about this ability that sort of charges inanimate objects with a will when you control them," she explained. "At least that's what they told me. I mean, I can't really explain how it works since I don't know the details too well myself — but I certainly didn't ask for that to happen." You're a little lost in her words as the stockings on your legs grab your thighs. When you look back at Janine, her own eyes are wide, watching your legs. "Wow, somebody's getting grabby!" She says, looking back up at you. "And you like it, don't you?"

"I — I can't really help it," you admit, reaching your hands around to try the smooth the leather behind you. You can feel divots where the skirt is working itself against your flesh, emulating hands grabbing and playing with your ass. "They're working me over like crazy right now... The stockings are massaging my feet, The skirt's playing with my ass...and, and--" There's literally nothing but hollow space playing against your nipples, but you can feel them being tweaked and pulled. "You can't see it, but whatever this bra is filled with--it's being absolutely relentless with my nipples."

"Oh my God, now I have to take you somewhere," she tells you. "I want to see how you handle yourself. Come on." She holds her hand out to you, and your outfit shifts your legs on its own, pulling you forward as your sleeve extends toward her open hand. You grasp her warm fingers, and even as the outfit walks you forward, its manipulations continue all over your body. You can feel your dick shifting against the tight leather skirt as your legs move back and forth.

It's not long before you do pass a couple coming the other way, and as you suspect, they do look at you a little bit funny. You look up at Janine to see her grinning as she struts through the mall, your hand in hers.

"I think they saw your boner," she giggles. "It's like, really obvious now."

"These panties are basically jerking me off!" You respond quietly through gritted teeth. The silk between your ass cheeks suddenly pulls tight, playing against the bud of your asshole as you gasp. "H-holy shit..." Your reactions only make Janine laugh more, and she pulls you along quicker.

"Come on, let's get you some hair." Up ahead, despite the carnal distractions the outfit is delivering all over your skin, you see a beauty supply store.

"Are — are you — are you to put a wig on me?" You ask. She grins, nodding at you.

"If you're worried about your hair, doesn't that make sense?" She asks. "It can even be a nice wig," she says, "they have some of the high-end stuff here, and when I'm done we won't even have to pay for it."

"Wh-what do you mean?" You ask her.

"Don't worry…just follow along and don't make a big fuss." She looks down at you. "But, I think you girls should probably reinflate to those curves again if we don't want to make too big a scene." You gasp a little as the clothes stretch on you again, though the panties don't relent from their actions in the least. Your cock is still being stroked, and your ass is still being played with.

None of this is visible now, though. Your hips bulge with emulated curves as the outfit starts toward the store again with Janine walking next to you. The gloves of the outfit suddenly slide off your hands, and Janine didn't seem to notice when they deftly slide themselves inside of her purse.

"Hello," a cheerful pink haired woman behind the checkout says to you both when you walk in. You're on the far side of her, and Janine says hello back as you both head to the rear of the store. You try to compose yourself as your panties continue jerking you off, and the girl at the checkout doesn't seem to react to anything out of place.

"She seems to be having a normal day so far," Janine says to you. "I guess the ladies are only pushing their effects in certain places. It doesn't seem to have reached everywhere in the mall yet." Your outfit struts you alongside her, and you see some wigs on the displays in the back of the store.

"Are they going to, like, take over the world?" You ask. Janine just shrugs, laughing at you a little.

"Would that be so bad?" She asks, eyeing up the displays." Now, should we give you something close to your natural color, or should we go exotic?" She points her fingers at a display, and a light brown wig about the same color as your hair floats away from a head-only mannequin. You watch as the hovering wig approaches you, feeling your hair pull back in its own. "I think were going to go with this one," she says. The wig fits itself onto your head, and you can feel it not only gripping you, but also pushing your hair back, flattening itself against you. "And we'll take you and you…and you. Come along, ladies." As Janine turns back towards the front of the store, you turn on your high heels and followed behind her under the outfit's power.

As Janine reaches for her purse, the leather gloves you were wearing burst out of it, holding her pocketbook. She giggles a little as the gloves fill out and pop the thing open, slipping a credit card out of one of its slots.

"No, let's use the blue one please." The leather gloves comply, and as Janine and you come around the corner of the aisle, the girl behind the counter gasps. "Hey, don't worry — I'm no thief. We're just going to wear this one out, but I'll need a bag for the other three." The pink haired girl backs up, running into the counter behind her, and Janine laughs a little. "Hey, relax. It's okay, I can handle the whole thing." The leather gloves hover up to the counter as the checkout scan gun rises into the air on its own. The three wigs trailing you each foot in front of the gun, letting it scan them, and you hear a click from your wig. Its tag hovers over to the scanner, and the computer begins clicking its buttons as Janine telekinetically rings herself out.

"Is — is this really happening?" The pink haired girl asks.

"Sure is." Janine says. "You're probably going to see a lot more of it, too, but don't worry — they're on our side." Once her receipt prints out, the leather gloves place it into Janine's purse. "Actually, maybe I can pay some of this forward. You girls feel like helping our friend here?" Janine asks, looking at the gloves. They seemed to understand her, and the left one gives her a thumbs up.

"P-pay it forward?" The girl asks as she watches the three wigs file themselves into a plastic bag puffing up on the counter.

"Sure!" Janine smiles. "As far as they told me, the ladies responsible for this say this magic — or whatever it is — works at pretty much any distance. Consider these gloves a gift." She looks back at him again. "Now, if you stay here, you going to do anything she tells you to do, right?" One of the leather gloves holds its hand out to Janine, and she takes it, shaking it. "Yep, they're all yours," Janine said. "Have an awesome day!" She waves, turning to head out the store.

The girl looks at you, but before you have a chance to say anything, your outfit pulls you along as the bag of wigs floats beside you. The gloves stay with the girl, as you exit the store, Janine turns to you again.

"Now we're ready to get something to eat," Janine says. "How are they treating you under there? Are you dying to come yet?"