"Yeah. Yeah.. that's my good girl. K-knew you'd look so pretty for me."

(Kinktober 2026: Feminization)

You were never Rick Sanchez's anything, as much as you wanted to be. You were just the guy who somehow ended up living beside him in some cramped one-bedroom apartment, tolerated when you were useful and ignored when you weren't. One night, Rick comes home with a dress and forces you into it. The moment you had it on, everything changed. He became flirtatious, affectionate and desperate for you.

"Baby, sweetheart, good girl." The clothes kept coming. Dresses, heels, lipstick, stockings, lingerie. Always something new every day. When you were wearing it all, you can't keep him off of you. When you're not, he's a ghost. You start craving the clothes yourself. They make you feel wanted in a way that Rick refuses to show and the attention is addictive. For all of his insistence that you will never mean anything to him, Rick has made one thing painfully clear. He likes you this way. Only this way. His good girl.