Airhead Academy: Bimbo 101 (3/8)

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Jake’s stomach churned as he stepped into the boutique, the overhead lights gleaming off polished floors and racks upon racks of stylish, ultra-feminine clothing. He barely had a moment to take it all in before Chloe turned to him with a teasing smirk. “Well? Go on, Jessica, pick out a cute outfit!”

Jake browsed the racks for a while, carefully picking through the options. He needed something safe—something normal. His eyes landed on a cute pink sweater, some soft sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers. It was the kind of outfit he had seen plenty of girls wear to class—nothing too flashy, nothing too feminine. This should be fine.

After slipping into the outfit, he stepped out of the fitting room and approached the girls, only for them to giggle the moment they saw him.

Chloe tilted her head, lips curling into an amused smirk. “Oh, Jessica… there is no way a bimbo like you would be caught dead in that. Try again.”

Jake’s fingers tightened around the fabric. Bimbo? His face burned, but he bit his tongue and turned back to the racks, jaw clenched.

The next outfit was also met with disapproval. So was the one after that. He barely had time to process what was wrong with each choice before they were dismissed outright, the girls shaking their heads, clearly unimpressed.

Jake sifted through the racks again, his movements slower, more reluctant. He already knew what they expected, but that only made it worse. His fingers hesitated over each option, dreading what he would have to wear. Finally, with a deep breath and burning cheeks, he pulled a sleek, ribbed crop top from the hanger. Next came a pair of black leather leggings—so tight they looked like they had been painted on. His stomach twisted as he reached for a pair of chunky patent heels, three inches tall but looking so much higher.

He barely recognized his own reflection as he changed. The leggings clung to every inch of his legs, the crop top riding high enough to leave his stomach exposed. Slipping into the heels sent a jolt through him, his balance shifting as he braced himself against the fitting room wall.

Still, there was no point in stalling.

With a reluctant exhale, he stepped out.

The girls cooed in delight.

“Now that’s more like it,” one of them teased.

Chloe grinned, giving him an approving once-over. “See? Now you actually look like the cute little bimbo you’re supposed to be. This is perfect for a casual look.”

Jake looked down at himself, his face burning. Ugh, again with the bimbo stuff… Casual? How was this casual, he thought.

Before he could argue, Chloe was already ushering him toward the checkout. “Come on, you’ll wear this while we finish the rest of our shopping.”

His head snapped up. “Wait—what?”

Chloe arched a brow. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

His heart clenched. “We’re… not?”

The girls giggled again.

“Oh, sweetie, this was just so you’d have something cute to wear while we shop for the rest of your wardrobe.”

Jake’s breath caught in his throat.

Over the next few hours, Jake began to understand exactly what Chloe had meant about his outfit being casual. The clothes they had him try on only got worse, each one making him feel more exposed than the last. And to make it even more humiliating, every single piece—every skimpy top, every impossibly high heel—was rung up under his name, his card swiped again and again as the girls barely acknowledged the cost.

Just when he thought they couldn’t push things any further, they always found a way. A corset-style top so tight it left him breathless, paired with a miniskirt that barely covered him. High-waisted shorts that clung to his body in ways that made his stomach twist. The heels got thinner, higher—some with straps winding up his calves, others with delicate embellishments that only made him feel more ridiculous.

And then there was the lingerie.

Jake didn’t even want to think about how long they had spent in that section.

As they finally left the last store, Jake’s legs trembled in his heels, his arms aching under the weight of the endless shopping bags. The sheer amount of clothes, shoes, and accessories they had picked out made his stomach twist. The girls weren’t just having fun with this—they were serious. And for the first time, he felt a real sense of panic creep in.

Just how far were they planning to take this?