Bimbo Unlocked (4/?)

Sorry for the delay! These parts are taking me a little longer than usual to write. Next part will come out Wednesday.

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Misty’s heels clicked across the apartment floor as she and Samantha stepped inside, the sound announcing them before they even came into view. Ethan, halfway through scrolling his phone, glanced up—and froze.

His eyes widened. Oh… wow. The fitted lilac top hugged Misty’s figure snugly, her short plaid skirt bouncing with each step, hem swishing just high enough to tease glimpses of her barely-covered ass. Her smooth legs balanced on those soft blush-pink wedge heels, each step giving her hips a subtle sway. She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a casual flick, the soft pink gloss on her lips catching the light when she smiled.

Samantha beamed as she pulled Misty into a quick, cheerful hug. “Ugh, that was so fun… I could get used to having a little sister like you, Cupcake.”

The word landed like a switch being flipped. Matt’s thoughts lurched, and suddenly—he was back. He tugged the hem of his skirt down, his French-tipped nails glinting against the fabric as he wobbled precariously in the tall wedges.

“What the hell…” Matt’s voice cracked, the last word pitching higher than he meant. “You are so dead, Sam.”

Samantha smirked, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed his ear. “I hope you’re looking forward to that date with Ethan we talked about.”

Matt felt an icy chill run down his spine.

Her lips curved into a slow, amused smile as she pulled back, her heels clicking across the floor before she slipped out of the apartment and the door clicked shut behind her.

The next few days, Matt did everything in his power to avoid her. He left for class at odd hours, stayed holed up in his room, ignored calls, ignored knocks—anything to keep from giving her another chance to say that word.

But as he stepped through the apartment door after class, there she was—lounging on the couch, phone in hand, a devious little smile curling her lips. Oh… shit.

“There you are, Cupcake. It’s time to get ready for your date with Ethan, Misty.”

The word hit, and he froze. He could only watch as his body lit up with giddy energy. His hands clapped together with a delicate little flutter, his voice sliding into that high, soft register without hesitation. “Ooooh! A date! With Ethan?! Eeeeee!” she squealed, bouncing on her toes. “Yaaay, this is gonna be so fun!”

Matt watched in mounting horror from behind his own eyes as his body swept into motion. Misty’s cheerful voice hummed softly as he stepped into the bathroom, peeling off his clothes before running the razor in long, steady strokes up each leg. Lotion followed in smooth, practiced motions, leaving his skin soft and flawless.

Foundation, blush, and a smoky shimmer along the eyelids came next. A muted mauve-pink lipstick was worked carefully over his lips, the creamy color leaving them plush and inviting. His hair was then brushed and styled until it framed his face in soft, flattering waves.

And then, the dress. The snug beige knit clung lovingly to his curves, the ribbed fabric stretching over his chest and skimming down his hips before riding high enough to flash the sheer tops of his black stockings. A slim belt cinched tight around his waist, drawing the eye to the narrow shape. The black platforms slid on last, his body automatically adjusting its stance, heels forcing his hips back and chest forward in that unmistakable, practiced sway.

Ethan trudged into the apartment, looking worn out from the day, only to stop dead in the living room. Misty sat perched prettily beside Samantha, her legs crossed, sheer black stockings gleaming under the light. The snug beige dress hugged close at the waist with a slim belt, the ribbed fabric drawing the eye down to the curve of her hips. Her lips curved in a coy little smile.

“Hey, Ethan,” Samantha greeted, that sly undertone never leaving her voice. “Misty was hoping you’d take her on a date tonight.”

God, not again… Ethan’s jeans were already starting to strain. “I—I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Matt would kill me.”

Samantha just smiled. “Matt’s not here… just Misty. And besides, didn’t you say you were curious if there was a limit to the hypnosis? Wouldn’t this be the perfect chance to find out?”

Matt’s mind screamed from somewhere deep inside. Don’t you dare, Ethan. Don’t—

Ethan hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. He had been falling behind on his thesis. Testing boundaries made sense… and damn, Misty was so hot it hurt to look at her. His cock throbbed, pushing hard against denim. Still, he shook his head. “I don’t know…”

Misty’s lips pressed into a soft, pleading pout, her lashes lowering in a way that made it dangerous to look at her for too long. She lifted the hem of her dress just enough to flash the lace edge of her stockings. “Awwww… don’t you think I’m attractive?” she murmured, her voice soft and coaxing. “You really don’t want to take me out?”

Matt seethed inwardly, powerless to stop it.

Ethan almost groaned. “Fuck, yes… I’ll take you out,” he breathed, the words spilling out with barely restrained hunger. God, Matt… I hope you can forgive me.

Misty lit up instantly, rising in her heels with a delighted bounce. She minced over to Ethan, slipping her arm through his and resting her head lightly on his shoulder. “Let’s go, babe.”