Turning his attention to Sara

Mike awoke in the morning feeling more refreshed then he ever had. For the first time since his 13th birthday he didn't have any morning wood, owing to his midnight home intruder. He had been thinking about the book, but more importantly he had been thinking about Sara. He had always thought she was cute with a level of innocence. The idea of being able to use her in anyway, well.... lets just say Mike's morning wood had returned. What would Mike do to a girl who had no idea her life was being manipulated?

New Rule: After school today (the day this rule is written), Sara Young will acquire a new wardrobe specifically picked out by Mike. She will wear whatever is chosen for her, whether she likes is or not!

A change of appearance probably wouldn't go amiss. Sara was used to conservative sweaters and jeans, but Mike wasn't much of a fan of this look. Of course he would eventually have his way with her, but why ruin the moment by not building up the suspense and turning Sara into the ideal fit for his fantasies. Besides, Mike knew enough about Sara to know what her fashion likes and dislikes were, and what would be the point in having all of this power if Mike couldn't **** her ever so slightly with outfits she'd detest!

The school day couldn't pass fast enough for the excited senior. Just as expected, Sara arrived wearing a baggy turtleneck and loose fitting jeans, nothing that flattered her slender frame. Mike had been considering his options for the girl all day, and he had strongly decided on which outfits would be off limits for her! To increase his enjoyment of the situation, he created a further rule:

New Rule: Sara Young will invite Mike over tonight to select her new wardrobe for her. She will comply with everything decision he makes, whether she agrees or disagrees. Sara will be grateful for Mike's help.

4pm, the bell rang. Mike strolled over to his locker, and just as he had hoped, he met Sara standing besides it.

"Hi Mike, can you come over and help me select my new wardrobe please?" she asked. It was very on the nose, no beating around the bush or awkwardness around a strange situation. Mike relished the books power to do exactly as it was told.
"Of course Sara, I'll just grab my things," he said, shutting his locker.

Mike had been good friends with Sara, but had never been in her bedroom. It was rather tomboyish, but that was to be expected, Sara wasn't exactly the most feminine. Neutral colours of navy and dark green donned the walls and curtains. Perhaps this could be something Mike changed further down the line, but for now, Mike had other issues to address. He sat on the girls bed as she scurried over to her dresser, pulling out draws, before opening a door to a large walk in closet, that was scarcely filled, mainly with just jeans, jumpers and t-shirts, nothing to make a girl stand out.

"So, Mike, what changes should I make to my wardrobe?" Sara asked, "I'm rather happy and confident in these outfits so personally I don't think I need to cha....." The girl was interrupted.
"Throwaway all of your panties. Put all of them in the trash!" Mike exclaimed. "You won't be wearing panties anymore."
The girl blushed. "Oh..., um, okay. If you say so...." she was clearly displeased, but nonetheless she walked over to her dresser, collected all of her underwear and deposited it in the waste bin next to her desk. It took her a few trips and Mike watched in amazement as she did exactly as instructed. Then she began to remove her jeans.

"Woah, stop Sara!" Mike blurted, "You can remove those panties and dispose of them when you go to bed tonight!" As much as Mike wanted to see her naked. He was determined to build up to that very moment. Sara refastened her jeans.
"You'll feel much better tomorrow without being all cooped in tight underwear Sara,"
"Yeah, thanks Mike!" she almost sounded grateful to the boy, but she definitely wasn't. She was screaming internally but smiling and happy enough to go along with his instructions on the outside. There was something wrong, but she just couldn't comprehend what was happening. It just felt normal and wrong simultaneously.

"Would you describe your style as feminine Sara," Mike pondered to the girl.
"Not at all Mike. I'm very much not a fan of girly clothes per se," she responded compliantly, eager to assist Mike in his questioning.
"That's a shame, because you would look amazing if you embraced you're feminine side more!" Mike gleamed, "Do you know what Sara?" The girl shook her head in response to the rhetorical question. "I'm going to bring out your feminine side, go a fetch some garbage bags, I have a feeling we are going to be disposing of more than just your panties!"