Airhead Academy: Bimbo 101 (1/8)

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Jake didn’t even want to be here. If he had literally anywhere else to go for the summer, he would have taken it in a heartbeat. But with the dorms closing and no money for a place of his own, he had no choice but to crash with his older sister, Chloe. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Free place to stay, free food, easy life. But the constant chatter between her and her friends? Unbearable.

Sitting on the couch, half-listening to the group of girls talk, he couldn’t help but groan.

“Ohmygod, I swear, like, that dress was literally made for you, babe! You just need, like, some cute heels? Perfection!"

"Right?! Ugh, and maybe a dainty little necklace to finish the vibe!"

Jake rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. "God, you’re all just a bunch of stupid, vapid bimbos," he muttered under his breath.

Chloe’s head snapped toward him. "Excuse me?"

Jake scoffed, dragging a hand down his face. "Do you ever talk about anything real? Or is your whole life just clothes, makeup, and obsessing over some guy who doesn’t even care?" His voice hardened. "It’s pathetic. You act like nothing else matters. No wonder no one takes you seriously."

The room fell silent. Chloe’s jaw tightened. Without another word, she stood, grabbing her phone. "Come on, girls."

As they turned to leave, Jake smirked. "Try not to break a nail on the way out."

Chloe didn’t reply, but the slight twitch of her smile sent an uneasy feeling through his stomach before the door shut behind them. Shrugging it off, he settled in for the night—some TV, scrolling through his phone, eventually dozing off on the couch.

When he stirred awake, a chill ran over his skin. Something felt wrong. His body shifted against the couch, and the unfamiliar sensation of soft fabric against his skin made his stomach twist. Blinking blearily, he looked down—his breath caught.

A sheer, pastel pink babydoll nightie draped over his body, the delicate fabric barely reaching mid-thigh. But that wasn’t the worst part. Between his legs, snug and unmovable, was a pink metal chastity cage. His stomach lurched. "What the fuck?!"

He scrambled upright, the nightie shifting with him as he clawed at the humiliating device. It didn’t budge. His heart pounded in his chest as panic set in. "Chloe!"

Footsteps approached. His sister strolled in, looking effortlessly refreshed, a coffee mug in hand, her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Morning, princess!" she cooed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Ugh, you look so precious right now—especially that cute little cage on your tiny dick. Just adorable!"

Jake’s face burned, rage bubbling up. "What the fuck did you do to me—"

"Shhh." Chloe cut him off effortlessly, raising her phone and tilting the screen toward him.

Jake’s heart stopped. There he was—curled up on the couch, lips slightly parted in sleep, the babydoll draped over his body, his locked-up cock on full display.

Chloe giggled. "You’re a total doll, Jakey! I bet your frat brothers would just love to see you like this..."

Jake’s entire body tensed. "No!" He shook his head frantically, his pulse hammering. "Anything but that."

Chloe’s tone turned sharp in an instant. "Good. Then from now until the end of summer, you’ll do whatever the girls and I tell you to. No complaints, no attitude. Understood?"

Jake swallowed hard, the weight of his situation crashing down on him. He clenched his fists, his skin hot with humiliation, but he knew there was no other option.

"...Understood."

Chloe grinned, clapping her hands. "Perfect! Well, we can’t have you lounging around in your nightie all day, can we? It’s time to get you dressed!" Jake barely had time to react before the girls descended on him like a well-trained glam squad. His protests were ignored as they stripped away the babydoll and pulled soft pastel joggers up his legs, the snug fabric hugging his hips in a way that made his stomach twist. A cropped baby tee followed, baring just a hint of his midriff, and before he could complain, one of the girls was already tugging long white socks up to his calves.

Chloe crouched down, tying the laces of the chunky blue sneakers they had slipped onto his feet, then sat back with a satisfied smile. "Aww, you’re gonna look so cute hanging out with us today, Jessica!" she teased. Jake flinched at the name, his face burning. "That’s not—" "Shhh." Chloe tapped his nose playfully. "It is now." The girls giggled as they admired their work. "She’s already blending in so well!" one of them cooed. "Just wait ‘til we do her hair and makeup!" another added, the excitement in their voices making Jake’s stomach knot even tighter.

Jake clenched his fists, humiliated beyond belief, but as Chloe lifted her phone again, that wicked glint in her eye made his breath hitch. He had no doubt she’d follow through on her threat if he resisted. His frat life, his reputation—everything—was in her hands now. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his situation settle over him like a trap he had no way out of.

Like it or not… summer had just begun.