Interactive Series — Styled Into Submission (2/?)

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The morning sun wasn’t even up when Dylan was jolted awake by the sharp tug of his blanket.

He blinked groggily, disoriented for a moment—until a silky, platinum blonde strand slipped across his face. His heart sank as the memories of yesterday rushed back.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Nicole chirped, already dressed and looking far too chipper for the hour. "Is my Danielle ready for her first day at the salon?"

Dylan sat up quickly, brushing the blonde hair away as if it would somehow make it all disappear. "Come on, Nicole... you’re not really going to make me be your new assistant, are you?"

Nicole just smiled sweetly. "The deal was loser does whatever the winner says. No arguments."

"But this is too embarrassing," he tried weakly. "I can’t—"

Before he could finish, Nicole held up her phone. On the screen was a crisp, professional photo taken yesterday at the salon. His—Danielle’s—newly made-up face, framed by that sleek blonde hair, smiling nervously at the camera. The caption read: “Meet my new assistant Danielle! She’s going to be such a help around the salon 💕”

Nicole tilted her head. "Would you rather I update the caption and tell everyone who my new assistant really is?"

Dylan swallowed hard. "Fine," he muttered, voice cracking.

"Good girl," she winked.

By the time she’d finished his makeup, Dylan could hardly recognize himself. Nicole had taken her time, layering smoky eyeshadow and shaping bold eyeliner flicks that made his eyes look wider, almost doll-like, before adding thick, dramatic lashes that fluttered with every anxious blink.

A few coats of mascara deepened the effect until his eyes seemed impossibly big and sultry. His cheeks were dusted with just enough blush to give a soft, natural flush. Nicole carefully lined his lips, exaggerating their shape into a fuller pout before filling them in with a rich, matte mauve lipstick.

But that was nothing compared to the outfit Nicole had laid out on the bed.

His stomach turned. "You’ve got to be kidding."

"It’s perfect," Nicole cooed. "We’re the same size, and this will really sell the look."

She held up a stylish cropped blazer and a matching skin-tight miniskirt. Beneath them: sheer black pantyhose and glossy black stilettos.

Nicole was merciless. She started by fastening him into a lacy black push-up bra, expertly stuffing it to create a convincing, jiggling cleavage. "Gotta give the girls some oomph," she teased with a wink.

Next, she rolled sheer black pantyhose slowly up his freshly shaved legs, pausing just below his hips to adjust every wrinkle and make sure the silky material hugged him flawlessly.

Then came a silky white blouse. She buttoned it up carefully before sliding the sleek, black and white cropped blazer over his shoulders, its gold-accented buttons gleaming in the soft morning light.

Nicole held up the matching black miniskirt. "This might feel... snug," she smirked. The skirt was tight, dangerously short, and clung to his hips in a way that left little to the imagination.

Only then did she kneel gracefully at his feet with the glossy black stilettos. She slipped each pointed toe inside, her fingers brushing deliberately against his nylon-clad ankles. "The perfect heels for my perfect assistant," she cooed with a teasing smile.

The walk to the salon was torture. Dylan could barely keep up in his heels, every step a careful balancing act as the pavement seemed determined to trip him up.

"Nicole," he whispered urgently, trying not to draw more attention, "why am I dressed like this when you’re in jeans and a T-shirt?"

Nicole just giggled, completely unfazed. "Because I need to be comfortable when I work. You, Danielle, need to look pretty—and show off what my skills can do. You’re practically my walking portfolio."

Dylan groaned, but there was no arguing. They continued down the street, the rhythmic click of his heels announcing his presence with every humiliating step. Far too many eyes followed them, and each stare made his cheeks burn hotter.

As they approached the salon, Nicole paused at the door. "Oh! Before we go in," she added lightly, "make sure you remember to keep your voice sweet and girly. We wouldn’t want you blowing your cover now, would we?"

Dylan swallowed hard, shaking his head.

Nicole smiled, giving his shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze. "Don’t be so nervous. You look amazing, and all my clients are going to absolutely love you."

Nicole pushed open the door. The bell chimed softly. Danielle’s first day had officially begun.