"Call it Negotiation" A Mei Mei TF

Mei Mei

𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑴!!!!

His door was just slammed shut. Jake sat down on his bed and screamed into his pillow. The heartbreak and pain he was going trough was the only thing he can think about. His girlfriend had just broken up with him and she cheated on him with his mom! The betrayal, heartbreak, and pain he was going trough was the only thing he could think about. Just laying flat on his bed, screaming into his pillow. His phone was blowing up in his pocket as his mom and dad called him repeatedly, trying to contact him. But Jake didn't give a shit anymore. It was all pointless. Why did god hate him? What did he do to deserve this? All he wanted was something to take away his pain. He didn't even want to be him anymore... he wanted to reset, have a fresh start at life. Maybe move somewhere new, be a new person.

As he was thinking this he heard a noise. It was from his closet. Was it rats? No. He knew he didn't have rats, or bugs, or any of that shit. Maybe something fell? Maybe it was one of his books... small shelf in his closet had a slight tilt. Causing things to fall every few day. Luckily he only put books on that part of the shelf. But another thought creeped his way into his mind. Was there a person in there? It didn't matter to him. If there was some psycho murderer in there he was fine with that. It would at least be better than what he was feeling right now.

As Jake got up he heard more movement in the closet. He moved towards the closet, and the noises stopped. Jake then opens the door to find... nothing? He looked in there and strangely enough his JuJutsu Kaisen poster had fallen off the wall.
"God damn it..." Jake said out loud to himself. Ready to slam the closet door shut until he noticed something... it was a clothes? They looked familiar though. It was an all black dress, tight looking pants, a skirt, and a pair of brown hight kneel leather boots, and lastly, there was tube of lipstick on top of it.

This was... strange to say the least. He never had any of these items in his closet. Maybe his Ex put them in there? No. He never let her store her stuff in his closet because-

"Huh!? What the-!?"

Jake yelled out. The clothes suddenly moving out and grabbing him. Jake struggled against the clothes but it was no use. The dress held him still, forcing itself onto his body along with the pants. He friend moving against it but it was of no use. The dress and tight pants forcing him to comply, moving his legs forwards, the skirt putting itself on him. His legs putting themselves into the rather tight boots. His feet barely able to squeeze inside. Though, that was the case for everything else that he was wearing. The only thing not moving being the lipstick... it just stayed down there. Before he knew it... he could move again. The clothes weren't fighting him. He looked down and... was obviously wearing something 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 feminine. It looked... wrong on him. It was familiar, but he couldn't recognize it for some reason. He moved his hands towards the dress, attempting to remove it. But the dress seemingly knew his intentions, moving his hands away from the dress.

"Okay... this is... odd..."

Jake said out loud. The panic was over. Most people would be desperately trying to tear the clothes off. Maybe if he knew what was going happen later on he'd have been clawing, trying desperately to take them off. but now? He just looked down and started thinking.

"What should I do?"

He thought to himself. The clothes weren't letting him go... and he couldn't take them off...
Before he could think of a way to take them off there was sudden pain in his feet. Was it the shoes? They were alright but feeling... less tight. The pain forced him to sit down. But the pain only got more intense. The feeling of his feet being constructed by the shoes faded. The pain was reaching an all time high, causing Jake, to start breathing heavily, gripping the bed with all his might. What the hell was-