Yes, anything for her

You said you'd do anything for her so you're going to stick to that. It has to be better than the alternatives.

"Th-thankyou," you murmur pathetically from the slightly sticky floor. Her luscious lips curl once more in a smile. "There's a good sissy ****... Do you want to skip school with me and go to the mall?"

"Y-..." you start, before catching yourself. This is a test. "I... It doesn't matter what I want. I'm yours to command... Aren't I?"

She chuckles.

"You're a fast learner, little Elliot."

You wince at "little" - you may be small for a guy, but you're no smaller than the stunner into whose sweet service you've sworn yourself. Still, you oblingingly do as commanded.

Jessica's car smells new and looks immaculate, not even anything on the dashboard or crumbs in the little tray by the driver's seat. She drives quickly across town, stopping and turning seemingly at random, and you gradually realise she's testing your nerve. Every sudden change in speed or direction makes you feel a little queasy, but you arrive at the mall without incident.

Shortly after, you're being herded around some boutique, arms being loaded up with all sorts of tops, dresses, skirts, tights... You vividly imagine your god-queen in every one of them. A cute lacy number with a sheer belly panel, giving the impression of negligee with a veener of modesty. A gothic ensemble, with all the fishnets and low neckline to drive you mad. A white blouse and tartan skirt, with frilly stockings... As the outfits pile high, straining your weedy limbs, you try not to get too distracted. You remind yourself that there has to be some game here. Will she ask you to pick your favourite for her and punish you for picking wrong? Is she going to make you pay for it all? Bit of Column A, bit of Column B? Or, as it turns out, secret Option C...

You reach the changing room. "Alright. In you go!" she declares.

"W-wait... Am I helping you get dressed? I'm not sure they'd allow-"

"No, you fucking idiot. You're trying them on." She gives you a firm shove.