The Price of Admission

Robert had been desperate for a season ticket. He lived and breathed hockey, so when he overheard that his coworker, Jenna, had won a set of season passes, he practically begged her for one. She had laughed, shaking her head, saying she had some girlfriends to ask first, but maybe—maybe—she’d consider him if one was left over.

That’s when he made his mistake.

“C’mon, Jenna, we both know you and your girlfriends aren’t real hockey fans,” he scoffed. “You just wanna see the hunky guys on the ice and post selfies in the stands.”

Jenna’s smile had vanished. Her expression went icy in an instant. She didn’t argue, didn’t snap back—just gave him a long, knowing look before shrugging and walking off.

Robert cursed under his breath. He’d screwed up.

At least, that’s what he thought—until the next morning, when Jenna approached him with an all-too-sweet smile.

“Good news, Robbie!” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “I do have an extra ticket for you! Buuut… there’s a small condition.”

Which was how he now found himself at Jenna’s place, standing stiffly as her friends giggled around him, tugging the laces of a corset top tighter and tighter around his waist.

“Now, let’s get these on,” one of the girls grinned, holding up a pair of gleaming, skintight pink pants.

Robert barely had time to react before they were forcing them up his legs, the glossy material hugging every inch of him as they wriggled the waistband into place. The fabric stretched mercilessly over his hips, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Perfect,” Jenna purred, giving his ass a playful slap. “But something’s missing…”

She turned, retrieving a pair of large breast forms from a nearby box. Robert’s eyes widened, but he didn’t even get a chance to argue before they were pressed firmly against his chest, adjusted until they sat just right. They felt heavy, pulling at his frame in a way that made him shift uncomfortably. Jenna took her time, smoothing the seams, making sure the transition was flawless until there was no hint they weren’t natural.

To complete the look, she draped a cropped leather jacket over his shoulders, the sleek black material only emphasizing his exaggerated curves.

With that done, Jenna guided him into a chair.

“Now for the fun part,” she grinned.

Robert swallowed hard as they got to work. They arched his brows into a sharp, feminine shape, framed his eyes with dark, dramatic lashes, and sculpted his cheekbones with expert contouring. His lips were coated in a glossy nude shade, making them look fuller, plusher than they had any right to be.

Jenna smirked, holding up a long, silky blonde wig.

Robert didn’t even bother protesting this time. He just sat there as they slid it over his head, adjusting the smooth strands until they cascaded down his shoulders in soft waves. One of the girls carefully arranged the hair, making sure it framed his flawlessly made-up face perfectly.

One of the girls crouched down, fastening the straps of a pair of towering platform heels around his feet.

“Oh my god, you look so hot, Rebecca!” Jenna gushed. “Come on, let’s get going!”

Robert cringed at the name, his stomach twisting. But there was no time to dwell on it—before he knew it, they were already helping him to the car, giggling as he wobbled in the heels.

The moment they arrived at the arena, Robert felt every stare. The other women were dressed casually in jeans and jerseys, while he shimmered in skintight pink pants and a plunging corset, looking completely out of place.

As the players warmed up, the teasing began.

“So, Rebecca,” Jenna purred, “see any hunky guys you like?”

Robert clenched his jaw as the girls giggled, nudging him playfully.

“Ooh, ooh, we have to get some pictures of you,” one of them grinned, pulling out her phone. “Isn’t that what girls like you do at these games?”

Robert blushed, forcing a smile as he told himself it was still worth it for the season ticket.