"I feel like going for a walk." Doug says as he eats his pancakes.
No way you’re going to let people see you like this? "Princess can't go outside looking like this!" you plead.
"You don't like how you look?" Doug asks with mock concern. "Well OK, I'll change your outfit. Go and tell me if this is more to your likeing Your Highness"
Mincing to the mirror you see with dread that he has done exactly that. You are now wearing a bright yellow plastic dress with blue flowers. The dress is so tight you can barely move your legs to walk. On your feet a pair of slutty plastic stripper wedges with three inch platform soles and six inch heels. You're nails are painted pink and your fully made up but worse your long hair is bright blue! Even though it covers more of your body you'll stand out a mile!
"People will stare at Princess! Princess looks fucking ridiculous!" You scream at Doug.
"That’s the idea and no more bad language." Doug laughs.
"Fudge you! Sugar.... Princess can't even fudging swear anymore?! You fudging...pop sickle!" Frustrated you give up trying to insult him.
Nearly crying from laughter Doug stands up and takes you in his arms. "This is great. From now on you can only call me Honeybun, my Hunky Dream-Boy, my Darling-Lover or....erm..... Sexy-Pants!"
"Honeybun, there’s no fudging way Princess is calling my Darling-Lover any of those names!" you squeak, only to realize you have done exactly that. You’re fudged!
"Whatever you say gorgeous. Now how’s about my girlfriend shows me how much she loves me by giving me a kiss?" Doug asks with a grin grabbing your ass.
Dejectedly you comply. He is a lot taller than you even with the slut shoes you’re wearing. Wobbling on the tippy-toe of your platform wedges, straining to get higher, you manage to peck him on the lips. That at least satisfies his command. But it’s not enough for Doug.
"You call that a kiss? Come on, try harder. Kiss me like you kiss Jackie." He demands.
Whimpering from the need to obey you start trying to pull yourself up Doug, but he stands up straighter with a grin to make it harder. "Princess is fudging trying my Hunky Dream-Boy!" you cry with frustration. In fact it’s the last thing you want to do but you are unable to stop yourself. In the end you leap up onto him, wrapping you legs around his waist and attaching you mouth to his like. As you grind together you feel a tent forming against your crotch. You also realize you new outfit doesn't include underwear!
"That’s enough Princess. I can see why Jackie likes you. That’s unfortunate for you!" He says laughing. "Come one, there’s plenty of time for that later.” He says
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