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“Leave me alone Cory! This is weird and creepy! This is why we broke up over the summer! You can’t do this, not as we are about to start our senior year tomorrow! For a computer genius you really are stupid sometimes!” Kate said as stomped away angrily from her ex boyfriend.
“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You’re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”
“Come on, this a party! You’re supposed to celebrate! I’m 18 again! You can at least be happy for me, rather than sitting there with a face like a slapped arse.”
“I know that it sucks that we had to tell everyone that your wife died and create me a new identity as your estranged daughter. But that’s why you need to act the part. Otherwise no-one will believe it, and I won’t get the life insurance money. You know we need that money for me to complete my research and figure out how to put things back to the way they were.”
“I’m having to do my part too, I’m having to act like a 18 year old party girl. I don’t know anything about this, it’s been almost 40 years since I was this age. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get with the programme.”
“Do you think I feel comfortable dressed in this outfit, covered in fake tan and a face full of make-up, trying desperately to fit in with that gang of sluts over there? Exactly, but here we are.”
“We have to make the most of the situation now that we know there is no way of reversing the change, at least in the immediate future. So I need to make sure I make some friends of my new age, so I seem like a believable teenager for the rest of the school year.”
“On that subject I told the girls that my daddy would pay for another few rounds of drinks here, before we head to a club uptown. So either you sit here and pay for us or you can just give me the credit card if you like…. I’d really be grateful…”
“Thank you daddy 😘”
Fucking hell, he’s so easy to manipulate now I’m in this body. He’s so fucking confused, I’m his wife so he wants to fuck me now I’m in this hot young body, but I’ve played this daughter plan so well that he can’t risk trying it on. He’s so fucking hard up, he just cave’s to whatever I ask. Probably can’t wait to get home and wank himself silly. He’s such a pathetic simp for his new ‘daughter’.
I think being 18 is having an effect on me, I was never this much of a bitch before, but I fucking love being a naughty little tease who can get away with whatever she wants. Maybe it’s some sort of regression effect brought about by the transformation the girls i’ve been hanging out with influencing this behaviour, either way I don’t care I’m having too much fun to stop now.
The girls have convinced me to go with them to some R&B club, I think they’re planning to get me hooked up. If the guys there are as hot as they say, I think I’ll be staying in this body for a long time!
“So which nail polish should I use on your pathetic boyfriend? Should I use ‘Magenta’ and turn him into by bitchy bestie? Should I use ‘Fuchsia’ and turn him into a cock slut? Or maybe I use ‘Baby Blue’ and turn him into a small dicked worthless simp. Decisions decisions.” Megan purred as she looked over her chess set of nail polishes while Nadine and her boyfriend Dominic struggled against their rope binds.
Alex stood at the front door of her Gina’s house and was rethinking her plan when suddenly the door opened and her bully stood right there in front of her.
“Be your Valentine? Leave me alone Zane! And get that weird suit away from me!” Holly cried out as Zane the school’s bully approached her with a beautiful but unnerving skin suit. It was like anything Holly had ever seen. Big boobs clung to its frame, long blonde hair cascaded down its back, long painted nails stuck out from its fingers.
Its face, despite being lifeless, nevertheless seemed to have a bitchy confidence that Holly found intimidating.
“Put it on Holly then you and I can rule this school as it’s king and queen. Remember your dorky friend Lawrence? Well guess who I used to be before I found my suit.” Zane said grinning manically as he turned around to show her a zipper that was sticking out of his neck.
Holly’s eyes went wide. Could this really be Lawrence? The kind and nerdy boy she used to have lunch with every day until he suddenly moved without warning? Zane did appear around then. Could a suit really change someone that much? Regardless, Holly wanted none of this.
“Even if I believe you, I’m never putting on something so slutty and mean. Get lost!” Holly said defiantly.
“Fine. If you insist. Maybe I’ll just ask Lisa to be my Valentine, I’m sure she’ll say yes. It’s a shame because the suit really wants you, I can tell.” Zane said half heartedly turning around to leave.
Lisa was Holly’s friend, a shy girl who Holly knew would fold under pressure from an intimidating presence like Zane. He was going to get a girl to wear it no matter what, could Holly let that happen to some innocent girl when she could take the bullet right now. At least that’s what she said to justify her following actions.
“Stop! Ugh fine, give me the stupid suit.” She said exasperated. Handing her the suit Holly felt its soft skin with a mixture of wonder and repulsion. Stripping down to just her underwear she slipped her bare feet inside the feet of the suit. She expected a feeling of moisture but instead it was warm and cozy like a blanket.
“See this isn’t so bad is it? Nice toned and tanned legs, sure makes a change from those pale chicken thighs of yours.” Said a voice suddenly inside her head that wasn’t her own and yet she nodded in agreement.
The suit clung to her skin and she felt an immediate sting followed by a wave of pleasure as the nerve endings of the suit latched onto to her own. She ran he hand down her new legs and was amazed at how they felt like they were really apart of her.
“Don’t think of them of them as the suit’s, think of them as your own because they are yours now. Perfect slim and flexible legs. You know what goes well with that? A flat and toned tummy.” The voice continued with a sultry purr and Holly eagerly grabbed at the suit and pulled herself more into it.
The stomach connected to her belly with a satisfying slurp and she surpressed a moan as the suit’s bare pussy sucked onto her own. Involuntarily her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the clit’s merge into one.
“Mmm can you imagine a stud like Zane going to town on your new pussy. His big cock would feel incredible inside you wouldn’t it?” The voice whispered and Holly could only manage a little whimper as she imagined the encounter. Only minutes ago she thought of Zane as nothing more of a bully but as she eyed him up and down watching her with increased lust she couldn’t stop thinking of his sweaty body rubbing up against hers.
“Not your pathetic body though, he doesn’t want those flat tits and flabby ass against his Adonis of a body, he wants a queen’s. Keep going!” The voice urged but Holly was already lifting the perfectly rounded rear end onto her meagre set. It instantly magnetized onto her own. She slapped it to test out the feeling and with a sly smirk approved.
Next she lifted the big boobs of the suit onto her own and for a moment worried the nerve endings wouldn’t reach other but as soon as it was in place she felt the suit fill in the difference. Her nipples immediately grew hard and she couldn’t help but touch them which proved to only excite her more.
“Imagine how much better they’ll feel with a permanent French manicure on your hands but where will you find those?” The voice said sarcastically. Holly slipped her hands into arms of the suit, slowly making her way to the fingertips, enjoying the sensation. She turned her new hands over and over, looking at her new nails in delight. They were long, sharp, and dangerous.
“Mmm these are perfect for tapping on a table while you watch a clique of mean girls loyally follow your every order, doesn’t that sound so fucking hawt?” The voice added and it filled Holly’s head with images of being the new queen bee at high school.
Holly couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. The idea of wielding that kind of power, of being someone everyone looked up to—or feared—was intoxicating. She had always been more of a background character, someone who blended into the margins of high school life. But this, this could be her chance to rewrite her story, to be the one in control.
“But wait,” Holly thought, a sliver of doubt piercing her daydream, “is that really what I want? To be feared? To be someone who leads through intimidation?” She pondered the voice’s seductive offer, the promise of instant popularity and power. Yet, as she did, she remembered the times she’d been on the receiving end of those glares, those whispered judgments. It wasn’t a good feeling, being on the outside looking in.
The voice seemed to sense her hesitation, its tone shifting ever so slightly. “Think of it, Holly. No more being ignored. No more being overlooked. You can have it all: the friends, the status, the power. Zane. All you need to do is say give in.”
As Holly envisioned herself surrounded by a loyal entourage, commanding attention and respect (or was it fear?) with every tap of her nails, a sense of exhilaration washed over her. This was it—this was what she wanted. To be powerful, to be envied, to be the epitome of beauty and authority. The idea of becoming the queen bee, of leading with an iron fist in a velvet glove, was making her unbearably wet.
“Yes I want it. I want it all!” Holly thought, the voice’s seductive promise igniting a fire within her. She could almost feel the power coursing through her veins, fueled by every admiring and envious glance thrown her way. The thought of being at the top, untouchable, and making the rules was all that mattered.
“There’s only one thing left to do. Put on your new face, become the bad bitch you long to be.” The voice said echoing in Holly’s mind. Holly shoved her face into the suits pretty but cold and calculating face. She felt the big bitchy lips settle onto her thin pursed pair. Long eyelashes wrapped around her eyes given her a darkly intense stare.
The suit’s zipper magically rolled up and under her now long gorgeous blonde mane. As the zipper closed she let out one final gasp as if the last vestiges of her pure soul was squeezed out and an evil blackness enveloped her heart.
“My god, Holly, you look even better than I had hoped.” Zane said looking at her hungrily. However she reacted to him calling her by her name like she smelt something foul.
“Holly? Do I look like a Holly?” She said in mild disgust.
“Of course not babe, what should I call you then?” Zane replied knowing the disgust she felt.
She turned to the nearby mirror and looked at her new form, waiting for inspiration. She needed a name dripping in luxury, one that was both elegant and powerful. Then she remembered what day it was and a smirk crossed her lips.
“Valentina.” She uttered. As soon as she said it, it was if her new persona solidified in her mind. Striking her hair she knew exactly what kind of mean bitch Valentina was and would be.
“Valentina? A perfect name for a perfect woman.” Zane grinned as he stalked up next to her. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelt good and she couldn’t wait until he treated her like the queen that she now was. However the voice instead her head returned with some wicked words.
“I’m sure he’ll be a perfectly fine king by your side but think of how much hotter it would be to put a true bully in his suit.” The voice whispered and Valentina found herself getting aroused at the idea of betrayal. So much so that her hand was already toying with the zipper on his neck. The question was would she fuck him first or just fuck him over. It was her day, she could whatever she wanted.
Katie felt bad about opening the package that arrived addressed to her mom, but she was just so excited for Christmas that she hoped it was the chemistry set she had asked her for. She was going to need it for the next semester of college and wanted to get as familiar with it as possible.
But when she peeked in the package, she saw a pair of sleek brown shiny thigh-high boots. It was unlike her mother to buy something so expensive-looking and so fashionable. They weren’t her mother’s style or her own for that matter, preferring more loose-fitting and comfortable clothing. In fact she had never ever worn a high heel before. However something about the boots was intriguing her. They seemed so dangerous and sexy.
As she held them in her hands, she noticed a small note tucked inside the box. To her surprise, it simply read, “To: Emma, enjoy taking your life back with the new Bitch Boots.” Katie furrowed her brow, puzzled by the unexpected message. Intrigued and a bit amused, she decided to try them on, wondering how a pair of boots could live up to such a bold name.
With some effort, Katie slipped on the boots, their sleek brown surface hugging her legs tightly. A sense of constriction settled in, and an unexpected surge of irritation accompanied the feeling. As she zipped them up, the boots seemed to transform her demeanor. A sudden wave of anger and a hint of meanness overcame her. It was as if the boots had a personality of their own, influencing her emotions.
In the midst of this strange sensation, she muttered to herself, “That idiot mother of mine is so inept. Couldn’t she have got boots that fit me?” The words spilled out impulsively, catching Katie off guard. She was surprised at the venom in her tone and the resentment directed towards her mother. Quickly realizing the harshness of her words, she clamped a hand over her mouth, attempting to silence the unintended outburst.
To Katie’s astonishment, as if responding to her angry outburst, the boots began to subtly warp and adjust her legs. A strange warmth enveloped her, as her legs, once confined by the tightness, now underwent a transformation. They became slim, yet surprisingly toned, as if the boots were not just a fashion statement but a magical conduit molding her form to their liking. Bewildered, Katie marveled at the unexpected metamorphosis.
Katie, unable to resist the intrigue, stood before the mirror, examining her legs clad in the transformed boots. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her as she muttered, “Now that’s more like it, a perfect fit for a perfect bitch.” The words, laced with an unexpected brattiness, escaped her lips. Shocked by her own audacity, she swiftly clamped a hand to her mouth again, disbelief etched across her face.
Yet, as if attuned to her words, the boots responded once again. A subtle energy enveloped her, and she felt a gradual shift in her figure. Her body became more slim and toned, while a warm tan embraced her skin. Katie could only stare at the mirror in astonishment.
Katie examined her reflection, turning side to side to witness a body that was no longer flabby but instead athletic and fit. “I could be a sorority girl with a body like this,” she murmured, the words effortlessly flowing out as if guided by an external force.
Yet, Katie found herself not resisting this time. In fact, she continued, “No. I could be head of a sorority looking like this,” accompanied by a sly smirk. The boots vibrated lightly, encouraged by Katie’s own vanity, responded by initiating another round of changes but this time faster. Her boring brown hair transformed into a bright, almost platinum blonde, falling effortlessly in smooth, silky waves. Her nails extended into long, pointed perfection, manicured flawlessly. Makeup adorned her face, enhancing features she hadn’t paid much attention to before.
“Mmmm fuck yes I feel so bratty and mean, don’t stop!” Katie moaned as she felt her loose-fitting jeans shrank into a short mini skirt, mirroring the color and material of her now sleek and tight boots. The transformation extended to her oversized sweater, which morphed into a white linen blouse, the fabric luxuriously pleasing against her now-toned skin, exuding an air of expense.
Finally her boobs started to grow and push against her expensive shirt, her nipples pressed hard into the material. “Yesssss! Big beautiful tits that will make me the envy of every woman!” She said matter of factly as the changes ceased and a wicked smile crept across her lips. A new persona seemed to awaken within her, one that seamlessly embraced the sexy clothes hugging her transformed body. The once reserved girl now exuded a confidence that matched her provocative attire.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, Katie fully embraced her newfound persona. No longer the nice and shy science nerd, she reveled in the persona of Kayla—the bitchy, bratty bully who got what she wanted when she wanted. The “Bitch Boots” had not only transformed her appearance but had seemingly rewritten her very essence, molding her into a character of audacious confidence.
As the echoes of her former identity faded away, Katie’s mother arrived home to a most unexpected sight.
“Katie? What… what happened?” her mother stammered, her eyes wide with shock.
Kayla chuckled, her voice dripping with newfound malice, “Oh, Emma sweetie, Katie’s gone. Now it’s just me, Kayla. Merry Christmas. Like my new look?” She gestured playfully to her provocative outfit.
Her mother’s gaze shifted to the sleek brown boots, realization dawning. “Those are the mind controlling boots I ordered. Please, take them off! Let me help you.”
Kayla leaned in with a disgusted look on her face, “Help me? I don’t need help. I’m in control now. I’ve never felt so alive, so free. I was born to be a bitch and these simply unlocked it for me… wait, did you say mind controlling?”
Her mother, desperate, attempted to backtrack, “I… I didn’t say mind control. I must have misspoken. Please, let’s talk about this. You’re my daughter.”
Kayla chuckled, standing intimately over her mother, her wicked smile widened. “You did say it, didn’t you? Oh, how interesting. Boots, how do I access this power?” Kayla said into the air. The boots responded by vibrating her whole body to the point that Kayla’s eyes rolled back into her head. Not only that but her mind became awash with the instructions she desired.
“Ahhhh yeesss of course.” Kayla purred as her eyes returned but know somehow contained more malice within. Grabbing her mother roughly by the hair she took perverse pleasure in watching the pain on Emma’s face as she pulled her mother’s face to her wicked boots.
“Lick them worm!” Kayla commanded but her mother didn’t budge. Rolling her eyes, Kayla picked her mother’s nose and waited for her to run out of breath. When she did it gave Kayla the short window to push her mother’s tongue against the boot. As soon as she did, Kayla felt all struggle in her mother cease.
WEEKS LATER
Kayla strutted through campus with her clique in tow. They all struggled to keep up with her long strides in her signature boots but they knew if they feel behind Kayla would cut them loose and no one wanted to be on the new popular girl’s bad side.
Kayla had returned from winter break with a new attitude and new wardrobe that took the campus by storm. No longer the quiet science nerd, she had seamlessly integrated herself into the social scene, leaving a trail of intrigued gazes in her wake.
In a surprising turn of events, Kayla had managed to take over the most prestigious sorority and ascended to the role of president, a remarkable feat for a freshman. The former president herself endorsed her, urging the sorority to elect her in.
Since then she had turned the presidency into a queendom, with herself being the figurehead. Those who complained or fought against her soon became her most loyal allies, after they had a private meeting with the queen.
Kayla flickered her immaculate ponytail back and looked at girls bringing up the rear, carrying her books, her bag, her recent clothing purchases, amongst other things. They had arrived at her her car where her driver sat patiently in the driver seat.
“Load it up girls, and don’t scratch the leather.” Kayla scowled as the clique loaded up the trunk and front seat of the car. Once they had, Kayla sat into the back seat and stretched out as she pulled up her phone to text several boys she had on the go.
“You’re looking wonderful today dear.” The driver said sycophantly. Kayla rolled her eyes.
“How many times have I got to tell you Emma, you are not to speak to me in the car. You’re not my mother anymore, you’re just a driver so drive!” Kayla spat and her mother simply smiled and nodded. She was so thankful to have such a wonderful boss, Emma thought to herself as she drove off.
This story is based on this wonderful tweet by @shadow211e. Enjoy!
Despite Mel coming from a rich family, she had always seen herself as someone who was above the shallow, materialistic pursuits of the women who frequented the upscale mall in the neighboring town called Eden. She hated how bitchy and superficial the people were that frequented Eden, she was much more at home on the soccer field. Yet, today was different. She had come here with a pure intention: to find the perfect gift for her friend Katie.
Katie was a huge lover of fashion and followed all the latest trends but could barely afford the clothes she bought from the thrift store. Katie often told Mel that she was happy with her thrift store finds, that it made her more resourceful but Mel could see the sadness behind her best friend’s eyes.
Mel knew it would be hard, being a tomboy shopping for a dyed in the wool girly girl but she was determined to get her something perfect. It was just so overwhelming. The mall’s glistening storefronts, adorned with designer labels, had always made her uncomfortable, but now she felt exhausted looking at a myriad of shoes, dresses and makeup, not knowing where to begin.
Taking a moment to sit down and gather her thoughts she watched as the bitchy girls of her school stride past flicking their hair and giggling at a joke she was sure she was the butt of.
As she was about to get up suddenly a perfume saleswoman appeared and sprayed something in her face. “Hello Miss, don’t you just love the smell of our new signature scent, ‘Entitled’. It’s such a hit that the mall will be pumping it through the air conditioning for today only. Make sure to buy your bottle before you leave today.” The saleswoman said to Mel who was coughing as she took the sweet fragrance in the face.
Before Mel could complain the woman had disappeared into thin air. Annoyed but undeterred from her task, Mel went back to walking the mall. As she strolled past boutique after boutique, something strange began to happen. Her posture straightened, and her steps became more deliberate, mimicking the confident strides of the women who were impeccably dressed around her. She pushed her chest out in front of her and walked with her chin high in a superior pose.
As she walked past store front after store front gazing at the opulent wears in the windows her mind started to drift from whether ‘Katie would like that’ to ‘I’d look good in that’. One outfit in particular caught her eye. It was a snakeskin style top that looked to have less fabric than her soccer shorts but she felt inexplicably drawn to it. She couldn’t stop picturing herself in its revealing curves.
She would have walked straight in to try it on only she got a look at herself in the windows reflection and nearly gagged. Her hair was messy, face dirty and her nails were chipped. She viewed her own reflection like the girls she saw earlier viewed her.
Mel sauntered into the upscale mall salon, her confidence preceding her. Locking eyes with a poised beautician, she snapped, “I need my hair cleaned and styled. My skin cleaned and moisturized, and my nails manicured. Make it quick.” The beautician, catching the haughty undertone, nodded energetically and led her to an open chair.
As Mel settled into the plush seat, the beautician picked up the shampoo bottle labeled ‘Entitled’, the very same brand as the perfume that was spurted into Mel’s face earlier and worked diligently, washing away the remnants of soccer practice and transforming Mel’s unruly hair into a sleek masterpiece. Meanwhile Mel found herself in a state of unexpected euphoria, a sensation induced by the intoxicating scent of the shampoo. The fragrance, like a veil of opulence, enveloped her senses, lulling her into a blissful reverie.
So enamoured with the aroma that Mel barely registered when the beautician put a facial mask on her as her hair dried. Her face tingled as she felt the dirt lift, bruises erase and her skin became smooth and imperfection less.
By the time her hair was dry Mel instinctively held out her hand, waiting for the beautician to start work on her nails. The beautician however was a pro and was manicuring Mel’s nails within seconds.
While the beautician worked, Mel’s internal dialogue shifted to a self-indulgent narrative. Thoughts of striving for success in soccer and excelling in academics seemed distant, replaced by a fixation on social standing and personal allure. “Who needs soccer? I’m destined for a life of extravagance,” she thought, her mind now captivated by visions of high-society events and glamorous soirées.
Maybe it was how straight her posture was now and how she stuck out her chest and held her chin high but Mel absolutely adored how big her tits now looked. They were practically spilling out of her top and she knew her cleavage would have heads turning.
“Good,” she thought to herself. “It’s about time I caught the eye of a man who can treat me to the finer things in life and is my monetary equal. I’ve wasted so much time with the boys at school. I need a man.”
As the beautician skillfully completed her work, Mel, now adorned in the aftermath of pampering, gazed for the first time at her reflection with a sense of vain satisfaction. The sleek hair, the impeccable facial, the manicured nails, and her impressive breasts painted a portrait of indulgence she couldn’t help but revel in.
The beautician, seemingly now intimidated by Mel, inquired cautiously, “Are you happy with the results miss?” Mel’s eyes met her reflection once more, and with a dismissive wave, she retorted, “You didn’t do much, darling. It’s hard to improve upon perfection.” The words hung in the air, leaving an awkward pause as the beautician grappled with the unexpected critique.
“But I suppose I better pay the ‘the help’. Here charge it to my black card.” Mel said coldly handing the beautician here matte steel credit card, the one her parents had given her but she refused to use but now could think of nothing more satisfying than maxing it out.
“Thank you miss, we hope to see you again.” The beautician said as she quickly disappeared out of sight as Mel stared at her with disdain. Mel liked how it felt to have someone fear her. It made her pussy tingle.
Mel, fully immersed in the conceited realm she had embraced, stood up out of the chair and sauntered out of the salon. As she expected and enjoyed, all eyes were on her as she walked the mall floor.
She strode confidently into the store that held the outfit that had caught her eye earlier and snapped at the shop assistant to get it for her. The shop assistant quickly leapt to attention and got the outfit for Mel who rolled her eyes at the shop assistant for taking so long.
In the dressing room Mel joyously slipped into the tight outfit perfectly, her body contouring to fabric as if it was made for her. As she gazed lovingly at her reflection, a far cry from the girl that had entered the mall a few hours ago, something began to nag in her mind. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t her. She had come her for Katie not for herself.
And yet the longer she stared at her magnificent body the more she didn’t care. The once happy thoughts about friendship and empathy gave way to daydreams of a luxurious lifestyle, filled with adoration and admiration. “Katie can fend for herself; It’s time she learned that this world can be cruel,” Mel mused, her thoughts betraying a growing detachment from her former priorities.
Leaving the dressing room in the outfit she was about to pay for, she didn’t give a second thought to her old clothes laying on the floor until the shop assistant asked sheepishly what she should do with them.
“Burn them for all I care, they’re paupers rags as far as I’m concerned.” Mel said with cold detachment. She looked at the pile as a representation of her past life.
She spent the next few hours at the mall on a shopping spree. One outfit would not make up for years of neglect of her wardrobe. She needed clothes that reflected her station in life, one she had refused to embrace until now.
Along the way the same girls who had scoffed at her appearance earlier approached her cautiously but with new reverie. “You’re Mel right? You go to our school? We should hang out, girls like us need to stick together.” One of them had said.
Mel looked at them with a cold gaze, observing their demeanours. They were pretty and mean but Mel could see they feared her. She smirked knowing they’d be putty in her newly manicured hands. They would be perfect betas.
“If you must, but keep up I don’t have all day. Oh and it’s Mercedes.” She said with a turn on her expensive heels as she walked fast to make the girls try and keep up with her.
Before long the girls had filled her in on the most eligible men and the juiciest gossip. Their last leader had moved towns and they had a power vacuum that Mercedes was now only too happy to fill and they were only too happy to follow.
Mercedes was having such wicked fun that before she knew it the mall was closing. She had bought so much stuff that her new clique each held numerous bags for her as they followed her to the exit. Along the way Mercedes was sure to pick up several bottles of the perfume ‘Entitled’ as she left. She just loved its aroma.
Outside Katie stood waiting for Mel. Mel had told her at the beginning of the day that she had a surprise for Katie and to meet her at the mall. But now after waiting several hours Katie was beginning to worry.
Mercedes and her gang left the mall and made their way to the waiting limo Mercedes had ordered. Mercedes spotted Katie and with an evil smirk got close enough so her former friend could hear her say, “I really wish the mall would keep the riff raff further away from the property. They are ungodly eyesores.”
Katie went beet red at the cruel comment and quickly made herself scarce. She didn’t recognize this new girl that seemed to have her bully group ensnared but there was something so familiar about her.
This story for was written for @lsat (discord: thedivergence, Twitter: LSAT1886) as a thank you for generating the images used here and in other stories. Enjoy!
Within the sleek confines of the executive suite at Sterling Dynamics, Cherie Randall, the benevolent and beloved CEO, was searching for a pen stood when she found a previously hidden button in the drawer of her desk.
Despite being promoted over a month ago, Cherie was still getting her bearings around her opulent new office and hadn’t explored it much. In fact she had been considering getting a construction crew in to split her office, to make more room for the staff. Her office was far too big for just her, she couldn’t fathom why her predecessor needed such an ostentatious space.
Then again knowledge of her predecessor seemed to be in short supply around the building. Her staff seemed almost afraid to say much so it was with great trepidation that Cherie pushed the hidden button. She feared that it may reveal a filing cabinet full of embezzlements or a bank of monitors showing hidden cameras around the office.
To her surprise and relief it simply slid open a panel on a wall, revealing an ornate mirror. Standing up she walked over to her t, curious as to why something as simple as a mirror would be hidden. However as she gazed longer and longer at the mirror it became clear why it was secret and why she alone could use it.
The next day in walked a woman that few recognized instantly but none would soon forget. The ebony beauty walked with confident strides through the sea of cubicles as head after head popped out to see her.
She walked in 6 inch heels leopard print boots and wore a sleek open breasted leather jacket to show off her impressive cleavage and to match the practically painted on leather pants. Her hair was in thick black braids that looked more like weapons than like hair. What struck people the most was her old confident demeanour as she walked to the CEO’s office and turned around.
By now she had amassed a large group of the workers and they were in no doubt that this woman, somehow was their boss, Cherie Randall. The room turned silent as they waited for her to address them.
“Starting today, all employees are expected to do overtime. Vacation time will be approved once quotas are met and lunch has been reduced to 10 minutes down from one hour. Understand?” Cherie said matter of factly with a smirk on her perfect lips. Her voice, once warm and reassuring, had transformed into a seductive purr that could charm anyone within earshot. It had become deeper, bolder, and undeniably sexier.
When she spoke, it was as if every word was wrapped in velvet, a soft hum that reverberated with a magnetic allure. The resonance of her voice carried a commanding authority that demanded attention and obedience. Employees who had once seen Cherie as a kind-hearted leader now found themselves spellbound by her words. She watched as a sea of heads nodded along, entranced by her words.
“Good. And finally you will refer to me as Mistress Cheetah going forward.” She said and felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as her workers replied back to with “Yes Mistress Cheetah.”
Within a week Cheetah had boosted productivity ten fold. Cheetah watched from her grand office as her employees filed in and out each day exhausted but docile, they would do anything she said. It was practically orgasmic for Cheetah to see.
The board of executives couldn’t have been happier with the progress and Cheetah hadn’t even entranced them. She suspected that she wouldn’t be able to either. They were much more confident and strong willed than her lowly employees, their spirits would be harder to break so Cheetah had to play ball with them but it was an easy task to do so.
One thing they did want was a higher output and so gave her authorization to hire more staff. Of course they didn’t have the space in the office for more people but Cheetah was only too happy to cram 3 to a cubicle or make them work out of a janitors closet. Anything to increase profits and the staff were happy to obey her. Everyone except Lena.
Lena was a new addition to the company, a bookish redhead who was unassuming and plain but what she lacked in looks she made up in having a keen intellect and a strong-willed nature. But what really set her apart was her immunity to Cheetah’s charms.
Lena couldn’t fathom why her coworkers were so fervently dedicated to the nasty and demanding Cheetah, who seemed to be a slave driver disguised as a CEO. She observed the way Cheetah’s voice held others in thrall and how they blindly followed her every command.
Cheetah, usually accustomed to effortlessly ensnaring the loyalty of her employees, found herself unable to bend Lena to her will. The redhead’s resilience was a stark contrast to the rest of the staff, and it piqued Cheetah’s interest and frustration.
Lena began to break the spell that Cheetah held over some of her colleagues, and gradually, they began to question the unrelenting pursuit of Cheetah’s desires. This didn’t go unnoticed by the CEO, who grew increasingly furious as her control over the corporate landscape began to slip.
Lena’s influence within the company continued to grow as she skillfully began to unionize the workers, uniting them against the harsh demands of Cheetah. Employees who had once been under Cheetah’s spell were now rallying behind Lena, seeking fair treatment, better working conditions, and an end to the CEO’s heartless ways.
The executive board, noticing the unrest and dip in profits grew furious with the CEO. They feared that the Cheetah may have lost her edge and warned her she was on thin ice.
Desperate to regain control, Cheetah extended an unexpected invitation to Lena to discuss the ongoing matters. Lena, wanting to fight for better conditions for her fellow employees, accepted the invitation and entered Cheetah’s luxurious office, where an air of tension hung heavy in the opulent surroundings.
Cheetah extended a cordial greeting, a practiced smile gracing her features as Lena entered her office. “Lena, it’s wonderful to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about your talents.”
Lena’s response was frosty, her emerald eyes locked onto Cheetah. “Cut the pleasantries, Cheetah. I know why you’ve brought me here. You’re going to fire me, well if you do I-”
Cheetah chuckled, the sound like honey over gravel. “You have quite the imagination, Lena. I wouldn’t dream of letting go of an employee with such potential.”
Lena arched an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. “Potential for what, exactly?”
Cheetah leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. “The potential to lead, to be my right-hand woman. I see something special in you, Lena. I see myself.”
Lena scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Join you? You’re evil, Cheetah. I’ll never become like you.”
Cheetah’s response was a chilling silence, her gaze locked onto Lena’s with a sinister smile that sent shivers down the redhead’s spine. It was a look that spoke of an underlying darkness, a willingness to do whatever it took to maintain her power.
“I want to show you something.” Cheetah purred, her voice dripping with intrigue as she pressed the hidden button on her desk. The nearby wall panel slid open revealing the orange mirror and Lena looked at it with confusion. With an enigmatic smile, Cheetah gestured for Lena to follow her to the mirror.
Cheetah stood behind Lena, her presence imposing, as Lena peered at her own reflection in the mirror. She met her own eyes in the glass, uncertainty evident in her expression. “Tell me, Lena,” Cheetah whispered in Lena’s ear, “what do you see?”
Lena looked at her reflection and, in a plain and matter-of-fact tone, described herself, “I see a plain, bookish redhead with glasses and freckles.”
Cheetah, standing behind Lena, leaned in and whispered, “And tell me, what would you like to see?”
As Lena gazed into her own reflection, she started to feel slightly lightheaded. It was as if the mirror had a subtle, hypnotic effect on her. She found herself drawn into a trance, and her voice took on a dreamy quality.
“I… I would like to see someone confident and poised,” Lena began, her voice distant yet filled with longing. “A woman who commands respect and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She would have a strength that empowers others, and people would look up to her with admiration.”
Cheetah, still standing behind Lena, could see the subtle change in her posture and expression. The mirror’s enchantment was taking hold, guiding Lena’s desires and aspirations towards a new, captivating vision of herself.
Cheetah, her voice dripping with intrigue, leaned in closer to Lena, her breath warm against Lena’s ear. “Empowers others? Or empower yourself?”
Lena hesitated for just a moment, as the mirror’s enchantment worked its magic on her. A selfish desire began to take hold. “Empower… just myself,” she whispered, her voice growing bolder and more confident.
As she made her choice, Lena’s reflection in the mirror began to change. Her plain, bookish appearance transformed into something entirely different. Her hair became a fiery shade of red, her glasses vanished to reveal sparkling, confident eyes, and her freckles seemed to fade away. Her posture straightened, and she appeared poised, exuding an air of self-assuredness.
And yet something felt off to Lena, this wasn’t right. She cared about people, she wanted to help them and stop people like Cheetah exploiting them. Didn’t she?
Cheetah, sensing Lena’s rising doubt, leaned in closer and asked, “And what would you do to get this power?”
Lena continued to gaze at her own reflection, her eyes locked onto the more attractive image she had become. A wicked smile played on her lips, and she spoke with a seductive confidence, “Anything.”
The mirror’s magic, having heard Lena’s unequivocal response, intensified its transformation. Lena’s body and appearance underwent a final change, her beauty now rivaling Cheetah’s, but with a unique appeal of its own. She radiated a captivating charm that was impossible to resist, and the air around her seemed to shimmer with a newfound presence.
Her lips, once plain and unremarkable, transformed into a sensual, deep crimson, appearing plump and inviting. They had a subtle gleam that caught the light just right, giving her a mysterious allure. Her makeup, previously minimal, became bold and seductive, emphasizing her eyes and lips with a dark, smoky glamour that highlighted her newfound confidence.
Lena’s figure underwent a remarkable change. Her once-bookish frame now featured the inviting curves and contours of a model, with a slim waist and sculpted hips that made her silhouette captivating. Her clothing shifted from plain office attire to sleek, form-fitting ensembles that accentuated her newfound beauty. She wore sharp, tailored suits that exuded power and authority, yet also embraced the appeal of her sensuality.
Her tits became fuller and more inviting, her cleavage commanding attention and admiration. The previously demure redhead now radiated a seductive charm that was impossible to ignore. The transformation had made her the embodiment of both dominance and allure, qualities that had once been solely associated with Cheetah herself.
The transformation was not merely cosmetic; it ran deep, infusing Lena with newfound charisma and a commanding presence. She felt a surge of self-empowerment coursing through her, and it was exhilarating. The mirror’s magic had granted her a profound transformation, and Lena could hardly believe the change she was witnessing.
Cheetah watched with a triumphant smile as Lena’s new persona emerged, fully embracing the desire of power and self-empowerment. She knew that Lena was now a formidable force in the corporate world, and their partnership would reshape the destiny of Sterling Dynamics.
Cheetah, her sinister smile widening, continued to watch Lena’s transformation with satisfaction. “Now, my dear,” she purred, “what are your thoughts on the other workers?”
Lena’s gaze remained fixated on her own beautiful figure, her new aura of power almost intoxicating. With a cold smirk, she responded, her voice dripping with contempt, “Pathetic worker bees. They’ll soon learn their place, and I’ll whip them back into obedience.”
Cheetah’s approval was evident as she observed Lena’s newfound ruthlessness. Her influence had taken hold of Lena’s very essence, turning her into a mirror image of the CEO herself. Together, they now embodied the essence of dominance and beauty.
Cheetah’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she heard Lena’s cold assessment of the other workers. She nodded approvingly and then leaned in closer to Lena, her voice a sultry whisper. “Excellent, my dear. But now that you are here, we can combine our skills on more formidable targets. Like the executive board.”
Lena, her voice now laced with the newfound confidence and depth she had embraced, responded with a wicked smile, “Together, we can bring them to their knees.”
