“Hold still now.” Claire said as you look the items in Ashley and Hannah’s grasp. Nothing but clothes colored the darkest shade of black you had ever seen. Trying to free yourself from their grasp was futile, as you could only whimper as they would lie out your soon to be outfit and then get straight to work.
“Here. Put these on him first.” Hannah would hand Claire a pair of lacy black panties as she carefully slid them up your legs. They would contain your bulging manhood and its friends. “Aw, look! He likes it!” One of the girls said as you felt your member slowly become erect as the material of the panties brushed against it. After a parade of laughter, the girls would continue.
They took out some clippers and would get every piece of leg hair that you had been growing. Once that was done, they slid pantyhose over them that pressed against your legs. Rubbing a finger over them made you surprised and curious. They felt smooth, nice even. Wiggling your toes in the material, the girls then forced you towards a mirror near the closet to watch.
Next came the bra, matching the panties you now wore. It took a bit of doing since none of the girls could reach that high, but after getting two stools, you felt it connect around your chest, pushing your petite chest upwards. “He’s too bulky for the top part.” Ashley said, looking at your sides. Claire would look around in the literal pile of clothing before pulling out a black girdle. “Catch!” Hannah would then climb one of the stool they used to get the bra on and open the back of the girdle up, sliding it on your midsection. Once it was secured, you felt her yank it as the air escaped your lungs. She would struggle to tighten it as Lily and Kelly both helped. “C’mon! Almost there...” After trying to cry out in pain but unable because of the lack in air, the girls had succeeded. Your once masculine figure was now pear shaped. Another five minutes of shaving your chest and arms later, you were ready for dressing once more.
After a bit of recovering from your new body shape, Claire would continue handing things over to the others to dress you in. The top, a breast studded corset that hugged your frame, was placed on you with incredible ease. It came with detachable sleeves that each fit your body quite nicely. A black leather collar was put on your throat, a nice accessory by Ashley who had suggested to hide that Adam’s apple of yours.
Claire rubbed her hands together with malicious intent in her eyes. “Alright girls! Let’s get to work on the best part!” The girls rushed to the make up table in your sister’s room. They each would have a dozen or so tools with them, all ready to strike as claire soon gave the word. “Kelly, Lily, work on his mouth. Hannah, do the eyes. Ashley, cheeks with me.”
They all struck in an instant. Your lips were assualted with lipstick and made kissable. Layers of foundation would make your skin clear and without any kind of blemish. You threw your head sideways in an attempt to go and run but the girls held you down with such strength. “Stop moving, Jamie. You’re messing up our make up.” Brushes and swaps danced across your cheeks as eyeliner applied itself to your eyelashes. Black eyeshadow gave an extra little look that all gothy kids would love too!
Before you thought they were done, the girls would forced you on the ground and shave your head completely as you cried out against it. When they finished, you were completely bald. “It’s okay, look! We found something even better!” Claire teased you and began to get a couple of high end glue from when she had a science fair project a year ago. After applying the adhesive, she set down a black haired wig onto your head. Pairs of hands forced it down for what felt like an hour before releasing you. Before letting you fully go, they forced some of Kelly’s sister’s shoes onto you, giving you an inch or so of new height.
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The mirror would show what could pass as one of the most attractive goth girls you had ever seen had it not been yourself. After moving a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming, you turned back to your sister in a rage. “What the hell did you do to me?” Claire and the other girls would laugh at you. “Like it? You look so much cuter now don’t you think?” Balling your fist, your first instinct is to go and force Claire to get rid of all of this or to go and tell your Mother. You went to leave before the girls forced you back down. Claire grinned and then took something out of her bag nearby. It was...