You think Jane's had enough fun

"I think that, um...you actually did a pretty good job," you admit, looking yourself in the mirror. "But now that you've had your fun, maybe you could have your things let me go and help me get washed up?"

"And waste all this fantastic preparation?" Jane asks, her voice coming from your dress this time. "I feel like we should take you out!"

"Take me--no way!" You protest, staring at the chest of the dress in the mirror. "Look at this get up! Even if I were actually a woman, this would earn me some pretty strange looks," you say. Suddenly, your body rises from Jane's little stool, sending you walking toward the bedroom door.

"Even better!" Jane laughs. "Call it a social experiment. Do you know how interesting it is to be able to see in every direction while I'm controlling all these things?" Jane asks. "It's like I get to drive you around, and I get to see everyone reacting to it at the same time! I'm the perfect observer," she says. "Where are your keys?" You wonder if keeping this information from her is going to convince her to stop, or if she'll simply parade you around the apartment complex.

"I'm not telling you!" You say, worried that she'll find some way of figuring out that you left them in the pocket of your jeans on the floor. You remind yourself to not even think about those details...there's always the possibility that Jane could just possess your mind and extract the information directly. You're walking through the hall now.

"Listen, this is super fun opportunity we might not have again," Jane chides you. "One way or another, we're going outside. You can either help me out, and we can try to pick a decent venue for you — or I can take you for a nice long walk around the complex. Maybe you can meet some of our neighbors!" She laughs. The chest of the dress seems to reverberate a little when she does, and her pink panties tighten around your cock. You're doing your best to think unstimulating thoughts, but the heat of anticipated embarrassment can't seem to overpower the rising blood pressure in your member, both from Jane's ghostly touch and her total control over you — much as you don't want to admit it.

"Are you really gonna do this to me?" You ask. "Do you think for a second I would **** some kind of humiliation dilemma on you if I had crazy supernatural powers instead?" You stop at the threshold to the kitchen, praying you've made her reconsider. You gasp a little when the rear of her panties wedge themselves between your ass cheeks. Your cock involuntarily pumps up again.

"I - can - feel - you - get - ting - hard - er..." Jane sings. "Come on, you're being melodramatic. Don't try to make this out to be cruelty."

"Yeah, you're currently pseudo-physically inhabiting a pair of really soft underwear that is playing with my dick! Of course I'm getting hard!" You cry. "I like jerking off once in a while too, but that doesn't mean I go out and do it in front of everybody!" Your body starts moving again, even as you keep pleading your case. "Jane, I'm telling you I don't want to do this! If forcing me into it isn't cruelty, what would you call it?"

"Well, here. Remember when I convinced you get on a roller coaster for the first time?" Jane asks. "If I recall correctly, you were verbally kicking and screaming your way through that one, too. And now you LOVE roller coasters!" You can hear her snicker, and she sways your hips playfully, clearly proud of her metaphor. Your can feel your lips move when she follows up with her voice from your own mouth: "That's what I would call it, John."

"And going on roller coasters is something normal people do without making spectacles of themselves," You say, gritting your teeth through the words. Part of you is surprised that you have control over your mouth. "I'm not telling you where my keys are," you say. "The moment I give into this, you're going to use my momentary cooperation against me when I complain about this later. 'Well, you wanted to!'" You mock Jane's voice with the last sentence. This probably wasn't the best way to convince her, but you were getting **** now. She was clearly fiddling around near the front door to intimidate you into cooperation.

"That's okay, I have another idea!" Jane says through your lips again. You're surprised that she didn't react to your goading. "Off we go!" The door to your apartment opens, and you draw a horrified breath as your fiancé steps you out into the daylight. Jane obviously makes it a point to leave you in control of your face, because you immediately swivel your head from side to side once you've stepped out of the apartment.

"You're really going to show me off to all our neighbors in this state?" You hiss at her, panicking. You're also trying to stay as quiet as possible so you don't draw attention. "I don't even have any shoes on!" The door slams shut behind you, and you look back at it in horror as both lock cylinders turn on their own.

"That won't matter if you let me handle this instead of fighting me," Jane says. "This is going to take some doing, so relax and trust me!"

You have no idea what she's up to, but it's not lost on you that she just locked your door without any keys. You sigh, closing your eyes and praying that nobody you know comes out of their apartment in the next couple of minutes. When you begin moving, you just keep your eyes closed and hope for the best. On taking the first step, though, you realize the walkway outside feels unnaturally squishy. A second step has you curious enough to open your eyes again.

"You're...we're..." You look down at yourself, taking graceful steps on the balls of your feet. The dark stockings are making your feet inflect as if you're walking on your toes, but you can't feel the ground under you, and you suddenly realize why. "Jane, I'm hovering..." You whisper. You stifle a laugh as ghostly touch runs down your soles from your heel to the fleshy, centers of both your feet.

"Yeah, holding you up actually isn't much work for me if I let go of the makeup and gloves for now," Jane says, her voice reverberating from the dress again. "When we get to your car it might get a little tricky... If only I had used Emilia's device at full power!" You still don't have any keys, so if she's planning to take you to the car...

"You — you're going to possess my car, aren't you?" You ask.

"Uh-huh!" Jane answers. "I just have to do it without getting these stockings dirty." This doesn't make sense to you. She's already stretching the hell out of her clothes by putting you in them and putting curves on top of you in addition to your mass.

"Well, why didn't you put SHOES on me, then?" You ask as Jane continues sauntering you over to your car, still keeping you in strides that are two inches off the ground. You look back to see someone on near the other side of the complex, walking toward you.

"Because you don't have anything that goes with this outfit, silly," Jane squeaks. "I might have been able to possess a pair of my own footwear enough to morph them, but it seems like that might be pushing my limits at medium power." You no longer care about the explanation. You just need to get into your car before the figure approaching gets any closer!

"Okay, okay — unlock the car!" You whisper to the neckline of the dress.

"Stop distracting me with conversation!" Jane says. You seem to unbalance just a little bit when the car suddenly beeps. The locks pop open, and the passenger door opens on the other side. You grit your teeth for a second, going for the handle of the driver's side door that you're standing next to. Just before you grab it, your glove pulls your hand away, and you pivot on a levitating foot.

"Jane, no!" You growl. Your new path back around the front of the car will put you directly in the line of sight of the approaching figure — who turns out to be one of the maintenance men for the complex.

"We already established that I'm driving," she teases, her voice reverberating from the dress. Now the guy is 10 yards from you, and you're sure he must've heard her voice, because you find him looking you up and down in Jane's outfit before his eyes meet yours. You avert your gaze as quickly as possible, but not before you detect a smile from him. You get a sense that it was a genuine smile, and after the fire of embarrassment goes through you, you're just happy he didn't see you slightly hovering off the ground. Jane maneuvers you into the passenger seat, and the door closes behind you.

You look back at him when the car starts, and you're horrified when you realize he's done a double take, his jaw hanging loose as he cocks his head, staring at you through the window.

"Good God, get us out here..." You say through your teeth.

"Working on it, darling," Jane's voice says, shocking you a little when it comes from the car speakers. "Safety first." Your seatbelt descends, buckling around you on its own as you watch the rear view mirror adjust itself. "Wave to your new friend!" Jane teases. When you don't, one of your opera gloves shoots aloft and waves at the confused man. You don't bother to see if he waves back, focusing on the ghostly animated gearshift instead. The car pulls out of your parking spot, and you grip the armrest with white knuckles as you watch the steering wheel spinning on its own.

"Please be careful, please be careful, please be careful..." You mutter quietly as Jane swings through the complex, going a little faster than you'd like.

"Are you kidding?" Jane laughs through the speakers. "This is probably safer than LIDAR! Right now I AM your car, John!" The car doors lock, and you gasp a little as you feel her panties gently tickle your balls. "My focus is less split than you might expect. I have a 12-volt-powered, alternator-charged voice at the moment, and since I know you won't be going anywhere, I only need to be aware of the fun parts of what you're wearing," Jane says. She makes your gloves hold themselves up in front of you, wiggling their fingers as she makes a full stop at the stop sign. She turns right, exiting your complex. "You want a handjob while I take you to our surprise destination?" She asks.

"Surprise destination?" You ask back. "And I'm in a dress, Jane--how would that work?" In response to your question, the hem of Jane's tight dress begins to crawl itself up your thighs. "Ah, got it. So...where are you taking me?"

"Answer my question first," Jane says as one of your gloved fingertips forces you to tap yourself on your nose.