You resist, for the most part.

You look over all the clothes and sigh, “Can I get a real shirt at least.” You say smiling at her. You can’t help but want to make her happy but if you let her start messing around what then, “I mean I’m supposed to be some kind of hero right? I’m not just your pet.”

“Oh I’m sorry honey. I was just having fun that’s all. What kind of shirt do you want?” She asks, “Just think of it.” Suddenly all you can think of are band shirts. You try to think of a great band and what comes to mind from somewhere you can’t even remember seeing really is a mauve shirt with David Bowie on the front and Ziggy Stardust tour dates from the early 70’s on the back. “Oh I like that one even better.” She says beaming, soon you have it in hand, then pull it on. “So cute.” She coos, “Happy, your cute little tummy is all covered up.”

“Yes it’s fine.” You answer as you let her help you put everything else on, only resisting again on the stockings, “Just ankle length socks please.” She gives in with a sigh, and you pull on the cute socks that match the color of your shirt.

Finally dressed she shows you a mirror. “Now how about those tweaks?” She asks. “With your glam rocker vibe I’m thinking leave the hair color dark brown, just add some glitter and a cute messy punk look, maybe buzz the sides.”

“Ya I can live with that.” She smiles and quickly cuts and styles your hair, then before you know it she has you in sexy eye makeup and colors all your nails black and gives them just a little more length. Thinking of all the rockers you have seen you don’t really resist any of this. “Okay, that’s enough I think.”

“But I wanted cute suckable boobies and a sexy bubble butt.” She says grabbing at you playfully. “Don’t worry nothing I can do is permanent anyway, it’s all just for show.”

“Liar.” You say reading her naughty look. “No changes to my body.”

She looks down and pouts, “Fine.” Then looks up and one more time asks, “What about just some ever so slightly larger more suckable nipples.” She reads your expression and says, “Fine.” Then a moment later she looks up, “Can I pierce them then? Ooh and your navel, that is so hot.”

You think it over and she is doing what you ask so you finally say, “Fine just a few piercings.”

“Yay.” She pounces and produces a long thin needle. She kisses and gets you all hot and bothered before adding a little pain by giving you a pair of nipple rings, a navel stud, two rings in each ear, one in your nose, and finally a stud for your tongue. “Umm I guess I got a little carried away. You’re not mad are you?”

“No. I’m not. I feel kinda sexy. Why do you make pain feel so nice?” You ask her.

She smiles, “It’s what I do.” Then she takes a seat on her created stool, “Now, what kind of weapons do you want?”

“You can make anything either of us knows how to make?”

“Ya.”

“Are they real?” You ask.

“Real enough. They fade eventually. The only things I can make permanent are clothes, fruits and vegetables, and small pieces of metal like jewelry, but that is only cosmetic, no real value. Weapons and big things like the tub fade a while after I stop concentrating on it. I made the three for myself, I can make the same for you.”