He'll wear Stacey's crop top, skirt, and stockings

It was only a few minutes before Chris comes shuffling back, head down.

You take in his outfit with surprise.

It's the clothing Stacey wore to the store before you **** her into her skimpy leather lingerie.

On top he wore a loose, hot pink croptop Stacey usually wore in her yoga classes. His belly was hidden by its bottom and his belly below that by the top of her lighter pink skirt. That, in turn, hid the top of a pair of dark stockings.

Chris was skinny enough for it all to fit, and androgynous that he didn't stand out at first glance as a cross-dresser, though a complete lack of curves made him remarkably flat. Stacey sure wore it better. It didn't help either that Chris was looking down at the floor in awkward shame. He had a ponytail too, you notice, down to his upper back.

His forehead was free of its early mark (ADDICTED TO LICKING CUM OUT OF PUSSIES).

"I see you cleaned your face off just like I instructed you. So you can give an uninfluenced answer about how it felt to eat me out slurp up my master's sweet, thick cum."

Chris only mumbled.

"Answer audibly, or you won't like what happens."

"It... It felt great, but I know it was because you did something to me. What the hell is going on? You've had your way with me. Please let me go."

"You get to answer questions, not ask them."

She pulled up his shirt and wrote something else with the marker. ADDICTED TO CUM (ANY WAY POSSIBLE). Chris groans softly, then goes silent. Your eyebrows raise.

"All sources?" you ask. Stacey only grins in response.

"May we head home now, master, and start to truly give this heap of garbage what he deserves?" Stacey asks. Her voice is seductive, the menace of her words mismatched with the tone.

Her new mandate to humiliate Chris seems to be tempering her submissiveness. That's okay, as long as you can assert yourself any time you need.

You walk back to the car, a strong hand holding Chris's arm. You feel him tremble, frightened of what will happen but unable to resist as you walk him through the mall, dressed up in Stacey's clothes. He knows he can't run, that he can't fight. He's probably wondering just how bad it will get.