What's up with the ladyboss?

A few minutes ago, on the bus:

"Okay, enough messing around. It could turn out to be extremely hot and still humiliating for Annabelle. I wish her clothes and make-up would revert to the way they were when I first saw her earlier today without her and the interviewer remembering she looked like a clown until now. And I wish Annabelle was bisexual and extremely submissive, to the point of being turned on just from obeying or even hearing an order from someone she would see as her master or mistress, even more so if said order is humiliating and/or sexual. I also wish Annabelle saw the recruiter as the most attractive person on Earth and her natural mistress whose orders she's unable to disobey." Michael grinned. And now, for the final touch... "I wish I was turned into a spirit with tha ability to possess and control other people's mind and body."

Michael in the woman's body was smiling victoriously, watching his bitch of an ex submit to this complete stranger so absolutely.

"Now, strip naked." she ordered. Annabelle didn't hide her surprise and turned a bright red, but she obeyed instantly, hastily unbuttoning her blouse. "No, no..." her mistress ordered, raising her hand to stop her. "I don't want you to do it sloppily like a paid by the minute cheap whore. I want a sensual strip dance from my finest bitch. I wish it was something you were naturally skilled at and had trained for years to master."

The brunette frowned a little. It was an odd phrasing. Fortunately, things were exactly as her mistress wanted. She had taken an interest in striptease years ago, and she soon realised she had a gift for this fine art only surpassed by her burning passion.

She took her phone out of her back pocket and searched for a good music to give her a rythm to follow.