Bimbo - Getting Ready for the Nightclub

"Are you ready for your big night out?" Sophie asked him as she came through the door.

"I'm not sure about that…" Jake said, letting the woman in. She rolled her eyes, setting her large bag on the kitchen table.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Look Jake, if you want a makeover I've got to have my tools, don't I?" The woman said mockingly, hands on her hips. Jake had known Sophie for years and the two had forged a close bond. Initially, Jake had hoped romance could bloom between them, but Sophie had soon revealed after his early, embarrassing attempts that she wasn't interested in men, only other women. The revelation had brought them closer - Sophie felt more comfortable around Jake now that his romantic attraction was halted, and Jake could use Sophie for dating advice.

"Why don't you go wash your face and have a think about what you want? I'll be through in a minute", Sophie said, rummaging through the bag, her dark hair tumbling over her face. Jake did as he was asked and went into the bathroom, cleaning his face with a flannel. The makeover was his idea, but Sophie had agreed with it enthusiastically. It had been years since had gotten any proper action and she had agreed to give him a full makeover, whatever he wanted. The thought of his friend grooming and preening his body was strange at first, reminding him of girl's sleepovers. Jake stared deeply at himself in the mirror. Despite his hesitation, he knew it was the right decision. He had lost his mojo, and Sophie would be able to help him get it back. He only hoped he wouldn't turn her into a raging goth like her. The dark clothes and fishnets suited Sophie, but it definitely wasn't going to help him get any interest from women.

"So what's the plan?" Sophie asked as he came back through to the main room. Jake thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I think I need something that's going to turn heads", he said with a smile. "Something simple that everyone is going to like. I need people at the club to be attracted to me. Nothing complicated. Do you think you can do that?" He said, hoping that he wasn't being too brave or vague. Sophie touched her dark lips with a black nail, looking him over appraisingly.

"I think I can work with that. Here, I made you this", she said, handing him a tall glass of a pink, bubbling cocktail. Jake was certain it hadn't been waiting on his kitchen counter before he made his request.

"What's this?" He said, sniffing at the drink. He could smell the sugar from here.

"We can't go out unless we have some pre-drinks!" Sophie said with a grin. "Besides, it'll help you relax a little. You've got to enjoy this process or this makeover isn't going to work", she said, gesturing to a chair.

"Don't you want me to have a mirror?" Jake asked, taking a seat.

"I think the effect is better when you see it all at once. I don't want you getting worried about the process with this, you've got to trust me, Jake", she said, grabbing a pink handled hair brush. In all his years knowing her, Jake didn't think he had ever seen anything pink in Sophie's possession. He decided not to question it. He wanted his friend to know he trusted her.

"Let's get to work", he said, sipping the long straw of the drink. It was almost sickly sweet, his tongue feeling sticky from the almost syrupy fluid. It tasted artificial, like candyfloss and bubblegum. Despite his initial revulsion, Jake took another sip, and the drink tasted more pleasant this time.

Sophie began to comb at his hair with the brush. A smile crept to her lips as she saw Jake engrossed with his drink. The magic was beginning to work. With another brush, Jake's dark hair was left a gleaming platinum blonde, the colour growing more widespread with each brush stroke.

The drink was making Jake's head feel fuzzy. He wondered what Sophie had put in it if the alcohol was already going to his head. He hoped that the feeling would soon pass, but it clung on as a perpetual brain fog. Jake's intelligence was slowly fading as the drink got to work. Gradually, his academic knowledge was going, the drink working through his memories and draining them of anything useful. Slowly, he was becoming more vapid, more airheaded with every second. Sophie stopped brushing his hair for a moment, standing back to observe her work.

"I think you're really going to turn heads with this look", she said with a smile. The platinum blonde hair was tickling at Jake's cheek and he stared at her, his eyes blank.

"That's great babe!" He said eventually, not finding it strange to suddenly have the word 'babe' added to his lexicon. "Can't wait!"

Sophie continued, the hair now coming down past Jake's shoulders. It caught the light brilliantly, and Sophie worked it into a natural middle parting.

"I love this drink!", Jake said, smiling. "What did you, like, put in it?", he asked, his intelligence draining more with every sip. He didn't seem to mind, a happy expression plastered across his face.

"I can't tell you that, witch's secret", Sophie said truthfully, which prompted an uncharacteristic giggle from Jake. "You look really tense, would you like a massage?" She asked, moving behind him, placing her small pale hands on his shoulders.

"God, I'd love one! Thanks Sophie", Jake said, lips soon going back to sucking greedily at the straw. Sophie began to work at his shoulders, squeezing the flesh there. A soft sigh escaped Jake's lips as he immediately felt more relaxed. Why had he been so nervous about the makeover? New thoughts were blossoming in his mind, slowly taking over. This was what life was about, enjoying the finer things. Sophie's magic began to take hold over the rest of Jake's body. The hair across his skin receded, his flesh softening. The few blemishes and spots that had formed across his body over the years were gone, his skin now the texture of someone who had never had to work for anything in their life.

Sophie continued working, and the fat across his body fizzled away, soon joined by whatever muscle his body was still clinging to. He wouldn't be lifting weights anytime soon, but Sophie had a feeling that that soon wouldn't matter to him.

She stopped her massage for a moment to allow her subject to yawn, stretching out his now thin limbs. Painlessly, Jake's body cracked and reformed, his skeleton adjusting to a new, far thinner shape. He put a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, I must be real tired!" He said. "Hopefully I can stay up for the club - I'm like, so excited!" Jake saw nothing wrong with the exaggerated emphasis he has placed on the word. It was true, wasn't it? He loved clubbing. Jake put the now finished sugary drink on the side, eager to continue his makeover.

“Let’s get you ready then!” Sophie said, grabbing various brushes, powders, and makeup pens from her bag. Jake grinned, perfect white teeth shining. As Sophie got to work, the soft brushes working their way over his skin and applying a thick layer of foundation, a part of him thought the sensation strange and unfamiliar - he had never worn makeup before, had he? He put the thought out of his mind, he didn’t have the energy to worry about silly things like that! One thought was clear in his mind: he had to look his best for tonight.

Sophie dusted over his face, applying layer after layer of makeup, so thick and vibrant it was almost glowing. Beneath the powders, creams, and highlights, Jake’s face had changed. Gone was his broad jaw, replaced by a more rounded face. His newly high cheekbones were emphasised by some fierce highlights. His nose was shrunk down and straightened, his eyebrows were plucked and redrawn on, painfully pursuing an impossible beauty standard that Jake was suddenly desperate to meet. His eyes were framed by smoky mascara and lashes, peering out from a sea of makeup. Some purple lipstick was added to his now pouting, soft lips, and Jake had a sudden, burning need to have someone kiss them.

“I must look, like, so hot right now!” Jake said, his voice no longer his own. It was slowly shifting up higher and higher, each vowel elongated as if he was speaking slowly, his language simplified.

"You do, babe! So hot!" Sophie said with a sarcastic chuckle. "I'm almost done with your makeup, not much longer!" Jake sat back and tried to relax, picturing the great time he was going to have at the club. He wanted to visualise the women he wanted to dance with, but he found he was unable to. All he could focus on was the throbbing beats of the music, nothing more. As his mind wandered off on a blissful daydream, more of his body changed. Fat bubbled around his thin hips. Soon, Jake was rising off of the chair as a small, pert behind formed. Jake couldn't help but let out a soft, pleasured moan as his nipples hardened. They rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, sending erotic shivers throughout his body. Beneath them, two fatty mounds formed, pressing the puffy breasts out away from his small torso in two perky mounds. A hot flush rushed through Jake's body.

"I think I need to use the bathroom…" he said, ditzy voice trailing off as he stood up. Sophie smiled, watching him stagger to the bathroom, a natural, seductive saunter becoming more pronounced with every step.

Inside the bathroom, Jake had taken his clothes off, trying to cool down. He found himself staring at his body, mouth agape. There was something unusual about it, he was certain, but his mind wouldn't let him work out what it was. His young, firm breasts were illuminated in the soft light, and he felt his eyes drawn to them, long eyelashes fluttering. Usually, Jake would have been practically salivating at the young body before him, almost purpose built for sex. Now, he felt nothing.

"God, I'm so silly! What have I forgotten?" He said with a girlish giggle. The air conditioning felt more powerful on his softer skin, sending another shiver through him. "Duh, my clothes!" He said, looking around the room to spot his outfit for the evening. Jake was certain it wasn't hanging there when he walked in, but it was unmistakable. The tight, pink, latex dress would be perfect.

He ran his small hands over the glossy material. Deep down, something felt off. He was sure that this wasn't what he was meant to be wearing tonight, but looking around the room he couldn't see anything else for him to wear. It was the only option. He pulled at the dress slightly, feeling the small amount of stretch in the cheap material. Lifting it off the hanger, he squeezed it over his naked body, feeling it tightly across his breasts and enhancing his cleavage. His manhood was pressed up against the fabric, forming a small bulge.

"Don't need underwear in this dress!" Jake said, turning in the mirror to see his small, round ass now barely covered by the hot pink material. "Would only end up on someone's bedroom floor anyway!" he said with a giggle. He had never considered pink his colour, but the more he looked at it, the more he loved the bright, feminine colour, sure to stand out on the dance floor. Satisfied with his outfit, he headed back out to Sophie.

"What do you think?" Jake asked, adjusting the small straps that ran over his shrunken shoulders to ensure the maximum amount of cleavage was on display. "Is it like, too much?"

"It's perfect! You'll definitely turn heads!" Sophie said delightedly. Jake realised that that was what he had been craving, that he was desperate for the club to give him: attention. He wanted everyone to look at him, to know how beautiful he was.

"Just a few more bits then I think we're ready for the dance floor!" Sophie said, grabbing a pair of massive hoop earrings from her bag. They were silver and covered in glitter, large enough that Jake could fit his whole wrist through. Sophie popped them through his earlobes, tiny holes painlessly forming. Jake adjusted quickly to the added weight hanging from his ears.

"The bigger the hoop, the bigger the ho", he said as if from nowhere. Once he had taken a second to process what he had just said he burst out into another giggly laugh.

Sophie quickly worked over his nails, attaching a long matte fake nail to each, matching his perfect lipstick. Jake ran his talons across the dress, feeling the strange sensation of plastic on plastic. His nails clicked against each other. He knew he wouldn't be able to type on a keyboard or do any physical labour with these on, but with a body like this, Jake had the feeling that he wouldn't need to.

"Try these on!" Sophie said, handing over a pair of strappy silver high heels. Jake couldn't help but clap his hands together at the sight.

"These are so cute!" He said, slipping them on. Tightening the straps, he stood up, the heels changing his posture so that his breasts jutted out and his rear was impossible to ignore.

"And now just this!" Sophie said, producing the final item. She passed a small silver handbag to Jake and he opened it. Inside was a phone, lipstick, a small purse, and a strip of condoms.

"All I need for a night on the town!" Jake said with a giggle, unlocking the phone. He flicked through the apps, finding none of the study aids he was used to. In their place were a whole suite of photo editing apps and social media platforms. He resisted the urge to go on them now, desperate for the attention and validation.

"Ready?" Sophie asked, and Jake nodded enthusiastically. Going out tonight wasn't just something he wanted, it was a burning need. His cock twitched beneath the latex in erotic anticipation. The two headed downstairs to the waiting taxi, Jake walking easily on his heels.

By the time they walked into the club, Jake could hardly contain himself any longer. There was a throng of people on the dancefloor ahead of him, and he was desperate to join that mass of bodies. The music pounded through him, setting his senses aflame.

"I'm gonna go dance!" he yelled to Sophie, the woman nodding knowingly.

"Have fun babe!" she said with a smirk, disappearing into the crowd at the bar.

Jake moved confidently onto the dancefloor. He could feel everyone watching him, women with envy and men with lust. The sensation was intoxicating. He didn’t care for anything else, just the music, the sensation of being watched and adored. After a few songs of grinding and twerking, a pair of large hands held him at his waist, squeezing his hips tight inside the latex. Instinctively, Jake leant back, feeling something hard rubbing against his behind, barely constrained by a pair of jeans. The thought hit him like a sledgehammer. A cock. His own member shot up in arousal. A part of him knew that he had never been interested in guys before, but that thought was soon being forgotten. Feeling the hard shaft against him, aroused for him, was heavenly. He needed it inside of him, his fat lips around it.

His manhood, despite the arousal, began to reduce in size, pulsating and trembling with the heavy bassline of the song. Soon, it was nothing more than a sensitive nub. His testes slipped up inside of him, a wet slit forming in their place. A vagina, primed and ready for use.

“What’s your name?” the man asked her, spinning her around to see her dumbfounded expression.

“What?” the woman said, her mind confused. Something was odd, but she couldn’t place it. Her eyes were drawn to the man, his broad shoulders and rough stubble now far more attractive than she had ever noticed before. “Sorry, I forgot…” she said, her voice trailing off.

“You forgot your name?” the man said, shouting over the song.

“Jess! That’s my name!” she said with a golden smile. “I forget things sometimes, I’m so silly!” Jess said, giggling.

“Do you want to come back to my place, Jess?” the man asked. She licked her lips, nodding. There was nothing more that she wanted, nothing more that she needed. This man was hers, and he would be able to fill the wet space between her legs that she was desperate to have satisfied.

“That sounds like fun! Let’s go!” she said, letting herself be taken by the hand, led off of the dance floor. She waved at Sophie as she passed her, the other woman leaning up against the bar. “I’ve found a friend!” she said. “I’ll text you!” Sophie nodded, sipping her drink with a mischievous smile.

Back in the taxi, Jess felt her date’s hand at her thigh.

“You know Jess, I’m hosting a party back at mine tonight. I’m sure all my friends would love to meet you too, you seem really fun”, he said. Jess grew wetter and wetter, her mind consumed with lurid fantasies - being spitroasted between two guys, or bouncing from cock to cock, living for pleasure. Jake was gone. This was her life now, nothing more than a sex-addicted plaything to be pampered and used as needed.

“That sounds fun! I can’t wait!” she said, licking her lips. This was a night on the town she wasn’t going to soon forget.

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A quick little story and a bit different from my usual writing. I've been on holiday this past week but have plenty of commissions in the works so stay tuned! Thanks for all of your support, it means so much!