Kitty Pryde, X-Man

"DAMN IT!" Kitty Pryde shrieked. "Why can't I control my powers?"

Kitty was one of the X Men, her power was that she was able to phase through solid objects. And she had spent years mastering her ability at Professor X's school for mutants. But now it was malfunctioning, in a very specific way. She grabbed another shirt from her suitcase and pulled it on, only to have it phase through her and join the rest of her clothes in a pile at her feet. Her powers weren't letting her wear clothes. This hadn't happened even before she'd been trained to use them.
She stood naked and afraid in front of the mirror in her hotel room.

She'd won an all expenses paid trip to New York. Her arrival in the city and the sudden problems with her powers couldn't be a coincidence. When she realized that, I made my move. The clanging of hangers in the deserted hotel room made her jump. I had made myself invisible and was in the room with her. I ran my fingers through her hair, just to keep her on edge. She yelped, but found no one. On the hanger she found a tiny, supremely trashy, leopard print skirt. She wrinkled her nose in disgust upon seeing it, but took it off the hanger after a moment. It's not like she had a choice. A good girl like her couldn't run around naked.

She pulled it on, and sighed when it stayed. The trashy little number was the only outfit I'd allow her to wear. She padded back over to the mirror and looked ashamed at what she saw. I chose that put one arm around her throat. She panicked and struggled, rightly distraught at being restrained by an invisible assailant. But she really started thrashing when I slid my other hand between her legs and slid my fingers in her snatch. She tried to swing her head back into mine in a reverse head butt, but I'd made myself intangible to her. I could touch her all I wanted, but she couldn't see or touch me.

She whimpered pitifully, but her body responded. Her pussy started leaking on my fingers, and her nipples pressed through the leopard print she was now condemned to wear. Her struggles increased as I slid the rest of my fingers inside her, up to the knuckles. Now that she was sufficiently primed, it was time to tell her the rules of the game.

"Here's the deal. You want to wear your Abercrombie and Fitch ever again," I hissed into her ear, "than you are going to meet me at the top of the Empire State building at midnight tonight. Come on foot. You will leave this room as soon as I let you go. Don't show up, and what's about to happen will happen everyday, plus you'll never wear another outfit."

I guided her face back to the mirror, so she could see the day glow makeup etch itself into her naturally pretty face. Nothing natural about her now. Her hair snaked itself into pigtails. I hoped she tried to cut her hair to escape them, just so I could make it grow back. Her feet were compressed as leopard print heels a size too small appeared around them. A leopard print choker a trifle too small encircled her neck. I didn't give her long to think these changes over. I hurled her on the bed so she landed with her ass in the air. I willed straps to shoot out from under the bed to restrain her, and they appeared. I mounted the bed and fucked her, making sure that she came several times. Once I'd shot my load into her, I leaned over her and made her lick her juices from before off my fingers. I gave her a satisfied slap on the ass.

"See you at the Empire State Building. Bring a camera, I hear it's impressive." I vanished, and only then did the straps release her.