Make her dress how I like

I want to take this fairly slowly. I don’t know what kind of effects this could have on me or anything else and I don’t want to risk anything going wrong.

While she’s eating her breakfast I sneak into her room and open her wardrobe. It’s mostly filled with boring, oversized clothes designed to hide her body from any attention. That was going to change now thanks to these powers.

I close my eyes and imagine her wardrobe filled with outfits of my choice, things that would be make her show off her body in ways that I like. Then, while still thinking of the image, I open my eyes and wink at the wardrobe.

Before I can even blink the contents of her wardrobe change, suddenly filled with slutty clothes and outfits of my choosing. Wow. I can’t wait to see her in these.

Next I need to make sure she’s not going to completely freak out when she tried to get dressed so I walk into the living room and join her at the dining table for breakfast.

I close my eyes again and think about a change in her behaviour. I imagine that she loves wearing outfits that I choose for her now matter what it is, and that she always believes anything I say. Then I open my eyes and wink at her.

It isn’t long until she finishes eating. “Is there an outfit in particular you’d like me to wear?” She asks. That worked too! Life is going to be blissful from now on.

I walk with her to her bedroom and choose out some clothes for her. A pink bikini style bra (like the kind you’d see in those anime style drawings) and a pink thong to match. Perfect.

I sit down on her bed and look at her expectantly. She seems confused and asks why I’m not leaving her to dress. “I always watch you get ready, I need to make sure that you fit into the outfits to my liking.”

“Oh right!” She says as if remembering something, “sorry I don’t know why I forgot that.” She quickly strips all her clothes off and I’m suddenly presented with her naked body. It’s not exactly a perfect body- of course it isn’t- but it’s good enough that I don’t understand why she would hide it.

She has smaller breasts than I would prefer but they’re still about a B cup, she has a lot to work with but for some reason she chooses to hide it all. She’s lucky I’m here to appreciate her, even if I’m going to making some changes to her.

She slips the pieces of fabric on and faces me. “So? What do you think.”