Buy the silver dress and a few other revealing outfits to please David

15:15 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Slink Boutique, Putney

"I'll totally get this one," you announce, twirling once more in the silver dress, watching David's eyes darken with unmistakable desire. "And maybe, like, some other stuff too?"

David leans forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. "Get whatever you want. Matt won't mind."

The name sends a brief flash of cognitive dissonance through you—you are Matt, but somehow that fact keeps slipping away like water through your fingers. Before you can dwell on it, Natalie whisks you back to the changing room.

"Let's try these next," she suggests, handing you a collection of tiny outfits.

Over the next forty minutes, you model outfit after outfit, each more revealing than the last: a white halter top so thin your pierced nipples are visible through the fabric; denim shorts that barely cover your ass; a baby pink tank dress that hugs every curve; a black bodycon skirt paired with a mesh crop top.

With each new look, David's approval becomes more obvious—his posture shifting, legs spreading wider, eyes lingering on specific parts of your body. Something about his attention makes your skin tingle and your new anatomy throb with need.

"These are all, like, super cute!" you exclaim after the final outfit, your valley-girl cadence now feeling completely natural.

"I'll take them all," you announce, giggling as you catch sight of your reflection. The woman staring back is a bombshell, a fantasy come to life. Part of you knows you should be horrified by this transformation, but those thoughts dissolve into bubbles of pleasure whenever they form.

"Excellent choice," Natalie beams, already gathering the items. "Will you be wearing any of them out?"

You look to David, somehow instinctively seeking his approval. "Should I?"

"Definitely," he nods, standing up. "Wear the silver one. We could grab dinner somewhere nice."

At the register, Natalie rings up your purchases while you stand in the silver dress, the total climbing higher with each beep of the scanner. When she announces the final amount—£537.99—David doesn't even flinch, simply handing over a sleek black credit card.

"Your boyfriend's so generous," Natalie whispers, leaning close as she folds your new clothes into shopping bags.

"Oh, he's not my—" you begin, but David cuts in smoothly.

"I like seeing her happy," he says, his hand settling possessively on the small of your back. The touch sends electricity up your spine, and you find yourself leaning into it without thinking.

As you leave the boutique, shopping bags in hand, you catch your reflection in the storefront window. The platinum blonde bombshell in the tiny silver dress looks nothing like Matt—there's no trace of him left in your appearance. The realization should be terrifying, but your bimbo-locked brain simply processes it as, "Omigod, I look hot."

David's hand remains on your back, guiding you down the high street. "How about we drop these bags at home, then go somewhere for an early dinner? There's a nice Italian place around the corner."

You nod enthusiastically, the prospect of food momentarily distracting you from the countdown timer in your head—the orgasm requirement ticking away steadily in the background of your thoughts.

"That sounds, like, amazing!" you reply, your free hand instinctively going to your hair, twirling a platinum strand around your finger.

As you walk, you notice heads turning—men watching your exaggerated hip sway, women eyeing your impossible proportions with mixtures of envy and disdain. The attention feels intoxicating, and you find yourself exaggerating your movements further, preening under the gaze of strangers.

David notices too, his grip on your back tightening slightly. "You're going to be the center of attention wherever we go tonight," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "Everyone will be wondering who you're going home with."

The implication makes your cheeks flush and your already wet core pulse with need.

16:10 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney High Street

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