Cal, Who Lost A Bet

It was a quiet day for Cass, owner and mistress of Ties That Bind. One of her wealthy regulars had an appointment with her in less than an hour, but until then she was struggling not to get bored. She had just taken another brisk walk around the shop, touched up some displays, played with the vibrators on one of the display girls and watched her squirm, and smoothed out wrinkles and air pockets on her dark green latex catsuit for what was probably the dozenth time. The afternoon sun coming through the front display window glinted off her high posture collar, which kept her head forward and was adorned with red-and-gold lettering that said "Boss♡Bitch".

"(Phew...Come on, girl. Just a little longer. Once Miss K is done with her appointment, you can take the rest of the day off and leave the shop to the girls. Miss K's purchases alone should meet your profit goals for the next month or two!)" Cass thought to herself. She considered throwing on her long overcoat and running over to the food court for some sushi while there was still time.

*ding!*

"Oh? Is that you, Miss K?" Cass called out to the shop when she heard the bell at the door. Instead of the commanding drawl of the vaguely European goddess, Cass was greeted by quiet giggling and the sight of some scantily-dressed boys and girls dragging another boy along with them. They all looked about college age. The apparent leader of the group, a very convincing femboy, stepped up to the register and introduced the group to Cass.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. My friends and I have a bit of a special request we would like assistance with. Cal, please tell the pretty lady what's going on." He turned to the boy getting dragged and giggled.

"I, uh, lost a bet. I thought I could beat these guys at arm wrestling. The first girl I went up against beat me in two seconds. Now they get to make me into a 'pretty princess' or something. I'm a man of my word, though, so I'm willing to take whatever they throw at me."

The femboy turned back to Cass. "So, would you be willing to help us, miss? Cal, or perhaps Carli, would look so pretty in a bunch of shiny rubber! And don't worry, we can afford whatever you suggest." The femboy wiggled back and forth eagerly, fake breasts bobbing and jiggling under his tight shirt.

Cass flipped her red ponytail over one shoulder and thought for a moment. This seemed like fun, but she couldn't chance being busy when Miss K arrived. She turned directly to Cal. "Hmm, I'll tell you what. I'm waiting for a very important client to show up, but I can still provide one of my girls to help doll you up. I'll warn you though, she can be very...strict. In exchange for her services, you will be a display girl for the day. This will involve some bondage. Does that sound good for you? I'm not letting this go any further without your express consent."

Cal blushed and straightened up. "I-I, uh, I accept!"

Cass smiled. "Well! Someone seems a little excited. One moment, dears." Cass pulled a small remote out of a pocket in her catsuit and pressed a button. In under a minute, the door to the back burst open and out walked a tall girl decked out in gleaming black latex from hood to boot. Piercing blue eyes and dark red lips stood out from the rest of the void that was her face. A single blue braid spilled out of a small hole in the back of her hood. Her ample breasts were pressed up high by a tight rubber corset. She bowed slightly to Cass. Cal gulped at the sight of her.

"You c-called, Mistress?" The girl seemed worked up. A low buzzing could be heard coming from somewhere on her body. It stopped as soon as Cass pressed the button on the remote one more time. The girl caught her breath and stood up straight.

"Brit! Sorry to interrupt you. I have a special job for you. This boy here, Cal? I need you to turn him into 'Carli' and dress her up to be a display girl while I wait for Miss K. Can you handle that?"

Brit looked Cal up and down, then cracked her neck and knuckles before flashing a predatory smile. "Oh, with pleasure, Mistress. Any special requests?" She stepped up to Cal and lifted his chin with one gloved finger until his eyes met hers.

"She lost a bet. These winners here want her to look like a pretty princess in rubber."

"That shouldn't be too hard. Are you ready, Miss Carli?" Cal blushed and nodded. "Good. If you wish to stop and can't speak, tap your knees together three times, loudly. Understand?" Another nod.

"Wonderful." Brit giggled and looked at the group with a stern face. "You two! Take Miss Carli to the first dressing room on the right and wait outside. You two, come with me. You'll be carrying some gear for me."

The group broke up and went their separate ways as they told. Two of the girls giggled as they pushed Cal by the shoulders to the dressing room and closed him inside. After a few minutes, Brit and her helpers walked up to the dressing room with armfuls of fetish gear and set them down on the bench inside. "Time to get to work. All of you, wait outside."