After breakfast you headed up the stairs towards the master bedroom, wondering what Vivian needed your help with. Your stepmother rarely asked for your help, after all. The bedroom door was shut, and you knocked tentatively on it.
The door opened and Vivian stood there smiling about you. Something about that smile worried you, but you weren’t quite sure why.
You walked into the room, glancing around as Vivian firmly shut the door behind you. Everything looked normal; the only thing out of the ordinary was a dress lying on the bed. You turned to Vivian, confused.
“What do you need help with?” You asked.
Vivian gave a deep sigh. “Bradley doesn’t want to go to the prom without a date. You don’t have a date either. This is the obvious solution.”
She gestured towards the dress on the bed and you stared at it, bewildered. “What?” You said. Vivian rolled her eyes.
“For you to go as his date, obviously.” She said in a tone that indicated she thought it should have been obvious.
You stared at her, dumbfounded.
This had to be a joke, right? You laughed nervously. There was no way Vivian actually expected you to go as Bradley’s date…..
Your laughter trailed off as you realized she still looked entirely serious. “That’s insane!” You exclaimed angrily.
Vivian shook her head. “Don’t worry, we’ll spend all the time we need getting you ready for the dance. No one will suspect a thing.” You continued to shake your head in denial.
“No. No way. Why would I ever agree to something so…so…crazy!” You said angrily, starting to pace around the room. Vivian sighed and reached into her purse, pulling out a small bag. “Look familiar?” She asked.
Your eyes widened as you saw the weed you’d kept hidden in your room. Your dad hated marijuana, and you knew you’d be grounded for months if he found out about it.
Vivian nodded as she saw your shock. “I found it when I was cleaning your room.” She said. “Unless you want your father hearing about this….” She didn’t have to say anymore.
Reluctantly, incredibly slowly, you nodded. Vivian smiled again. “Great!” She said. “Now, let’s get you ready. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
She sent you into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom with instructions to shave off all of your body hair, a process which was easier than you would have liked. She then carefully styled your long hair using what seemed like half a can of various beauty products. “We’ll make sure you can do this yourself soon enough.” Your stepmother promised.
Next she had you apply a large amount of adhesive to your chest, followed by a pair of what, to you, seemed like massive breast forms. They attached to your chest and you shifted uncomfortably at the unfamiliar weight.
In what felt like no time at all you were fully dressed, every bit of your clothing entirely feminine. Vivian carefully applied your makeup and led you over to the bedroom’s large mirror.
A pretty girl stared back at you. Too stunned to speak you just gazed at your reflection as Vivian walked up and stood next to you.
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