Beach Ready

“Hey babe, did you double-check your bag?” Emma asked, glancing over as she zipped her suitcase.

Jake didn’t even look up from his phone. “Yes… I’ve got everything packed. You don’t need to keep asking.”

Emma’s tone sharpened. “Just wanted to make sure. Y’know, since you forgot all your socks last time…”

Jake let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “That was once. You don’t need to keep bringing it up.”

Emma rolled her eyes, sliding her suitcase to the side.

It wasn’t until the next day, once they’d checked into the resort and Emma was ready to head down to the beach, that Jake’s confidence shattered.

“…I, uh… forgot my swimsuit.”

Her jaw tightened. “Of course you did...”

Jake hesitated, glancing away. “I’ll just… uhh… go buy a new one.”

But Emma stopped him with a devious little grin. “Oh no, baby. I think it’s time you learned a lesson.”

“I’ve got plenty of bathing suits you can borrow. We’ll just have to get you beach ready first…” she purred, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the room.

Moments later, Jake was trembling in a sunlit salon chair.

A full-body wax came first. He flinched, cheeks burning as Emma cooed with satisfaction, watching every strip of hair vanish until his skin was soft, bare, and helplessly smooth.

Next came the hair. Long, platinum blonde extensions were carefully blended into his natural hair, dyed down to match the cool, pale strands that now framed his face. A stylist teased the lengths into smooth, straight layers of blonde.

Then came the waterproof makeup: light foundation to blur his features, blush that dusted his cheeks, a sweep of liner that widened his reluctant gaze. Emma hovered, inspecting every step, giving little nods of approval as the stylist reshaped his brows into slim, delicate arches.

Jake barely recognized the timid, beach-ready girl staring back from the mirror.

Back in their suite, the humiliation only deepened.

Emma held up the bikini. Soft pink, strappy, and impossibly small. Jake’s stomach sank.

Her grin lazy and unbothered, Emma stepped closer and began dressing him herself. She tied the bikini top snug across his smooth, bare chest, the delicate straps framing his skin just above his soft, smooth tummy.

Then came the bottoms. She crouched, pulling the straps slowly up his legs, her fingers brushing lower as she carefully tucked his tiny penis securely into place, adjusting the fabric until it looked perfectly flat.

“There. Much better,” she murmured.

She reached for some jewellery next.

A delicate necklace draped around his neck. A slim bracelet circled his wrist. A dainty anklet clasped around his smooth ankle. Then, the final touch—tall cork wedge sandals strapped to his trembling feet, forcing him up onto unsteady tiptoes.

Jake clung to Emma for balance as they stepped out into the sunlight, cheeks burning with every click of his heels.

Emma leaned close, lips grazing his ear. “Maybe now you’ll start listening to me.”

She let that hang in the air… then added, voice smug and low:

“Not that I mind either way. You look kinda hot like this.”

And with that, she tugged her blushing, bikini-clad boyfriend down toward the beach, his tall wedges clicking obediently behind her.