Polished, Pretty, and Put in Their Place

Brett swore under his breath, shifting uncomfortably on the barstool as the silky fabric of his borrowed panties clung to his freshly waxed skin. The air felt unnervingly cool against his bare, hairless legs, and the delicate strap of his black patent heels pressed awkwardly over the white socks his girlfriend had insisted he wear. He could feel Mark beside him, equally miserable, tugging at the hem of his way-too-short skirt as he fidgeted anxiously.

"This is insane," Mark hissed under his breath, barely moving his glossed lips. "I can't believe we let them do this to us."

Brett adjusted the black handbag hanging from his shoulder, shifting uncomfortably as the padded bra beneath his blouse pressed against his chest. "Let them? Bro, we didn’t have a choice. It was either this or get dumped."

The whole ordeal had started with one offhand comment—Brett complaining that his girlfriend didn’t look polished enough for their date. She had raised an eyebrow, pointing out that he wasn’t exactly putting in much effort either. But Brett had just shrugged, insisting that men didn’t need to—only women were supposed to look good. Mark had nodded in agreement, backing him up without a second thought. Their girlfriends had exchanged a look, but neither Brett nor Mark had paid it any mind.

The next thing they knew, they were in their girlfriends' bathroom, wincing as wax was ripped from their skin before being hurried into chairs for their makeup—mascara darkening their lashes, lips glossed to a perfect shine. Then came the outfits. Brett’s red silk blouse clung to his torso, teasing the illusion of a bust, while the tiny white skirt barely covered anything. Worse still were the heels and socks—as if he was some prissy rich girl playing at innocence. Mark, meanwhile, was stuffed into a chic little houndstooth jacket and miniskirt, his own towering heels making each unsteady step even more humiliating.

Now, here they were, perched at the bar, waiting for their girlfriends to arrive and begin their punishment date. Brett crossed his legs, staring at the entrance. Any second now, their girlfriends would walk in, giggling at their misery, and lead them through the most humiliating date of their lives. But as he turned to say something to Mark, his stomach dropped. Two familiar figures had just walked up to them.

"Hey, ladies! Hope you weren’t waiting too long!"

Brett’s jaw dropped. Mark stood frozen, unable to speak. Slowly, they turned to each other, the same realization hitting them both at once. Their girlfriends had set them up. And worse? They couldn’t afford to let their frat brothers realize who they really were.

Brett swallowed hard, forcing a shaky smile as he tucked his hair behind his ear. “U-uh, of course not! We, like, just got here!” He cringed at how forced his voice sounded but kept smiling, praying they wouldn’t notice.

Dinner was a humiliating blur of giggles, fake smiles, and forced flirting. Brett and Mark did their best to mimic their girlfriends—playing with their hair, laughing at dumb jokes, and nodding along as their dates dominated the conversation. Every compliment made their stomachs twist, every lingering touch sent a shiver down their spines, but they couldn’t risk breaking character. Worse still, their girlfriends sat at a nearby table, watching with barely contained amusement as they struggled through the night.

As they stood to leave, one of the frat brothers grinned. “Man, you girls were amazing tonight. We gotta do this again.”

Brett leaned in slightly, resting a hand on his date’s arm as he giggled. “Aww, you’re so sweet! I felt, like, so special tonight.” Mark gave a small sigh, his fingers absentmindedly twirling a lock of hair. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun on a date before~”

That was all the encouragement they needed.

Before either of them could react, strong hands cupped their cheeks, and warm lips pressed against theirs. Brett barely held back a squeak as his frat brother kissed him, slow and confident, his glossy lips tingling by the time he pulled away. A quick glance at Mark’s dazed expression told him he had just suffered the same fate.

“See you soon, girls,” one of the guys teased before they walked off.

Brett and Mark stood there, stunned, faces burning, hearts pounding.

Then, soft giggles pulled them from their daze.

“Well, that was adorable,” Brett’s girlfriend teased as she and Mark’s girlfriend sauntered up, smirking. “Did you have fun on your date?”

Neither of them could speak. They didn’t need to.

The girls just laughed.

Safe to say, Brett and Mark wouldn’t be complaining about their girlfriends' appearance ever again.