Golden girls

After the shopping trip, Courtney announced the next stop. “Right. Time for a proper tan. You’re looking too pale, Syl. We’re all getting one. My treat. Well, your treat really, since you’re paying.”

The four girls piled into Courtney’s old, beat-up car. Sylvie sat in the back between Jade and Charlotte, feeling cramped and out of place in her new chav outfit. The car smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Music blared from the speakers, some loud grime track with heavy bass. The girls sang along, laughing and chatting the whole way.

As they drove, Courtney lit a cigarette and passed the pack around. Jade and Charlotte took one each. The car quickly filled with smoke. Courtney offered the pack to Sylvie.

“Want one, Syl? Help you relax a bit.”

Sylvie politely declined, waving her hand. “No thank you. I don’t smoke.”

But as the smoke thickened in the confined space, she started to whine. “Do you really have to smoke in the car with me here? It’s getting everywhere and it smells awful.”

The girls laughed. Courtney took another drag and blew the smoke toward the back. “It’s my car, Syl. If you don’t like it, you can walk. Or you could just have one and join in properly.”

Sylvie coughed and waved the smoke away, but said nothing more. The rest of the drive was filled with smoke and loud music.

The tanning salon was a cheap-looking place in the middle of the estate. The sign outside was faded, and the windows were covered in posters advertising cheap spray tans and sunbeds. Inside, it smelled strongly of chemicals and fake tan solution.

Courtney handled everything. “Four spray tans, the full package. Make Syl look proper bronzed.”

The technician, a bored-looking woman in her thirties, led them to the booths. Sylvie was nervous. She had never had a fake tan before. It felt cheap. Common. But she was already in too deep to back out now.

In the booth, she stripped down to her underwear and followed the instructions. The cold spray mist covered her body, turning her skin a golden brown. When she came out, she looked in the mirror. Her skin had a noticeable fake tan glow. It wasn’t subtle. It was the kind of tan the chav girls all had. She looked... different. More like them.

The other girls were thrilled when they saw her.

“Fucking hell, Syl!” Courtney laughed. “You look proper tanned now. Almost one of us.”

Jade nodded approvingly. “Yeah, the tan suits you. Makes those tits look even better.”

Charlotte grinned. “You’re fitting in already, babe.”

They headed back to the house, the girls chatting excitedly about the night ahead. “We’re going to the pub later,” Courtney said. “Proper night out. You’re coming with us, Syl. No arguments.”

Back at the house, the girls started getting ready. The living room turned into a chaotic dressing room. Makeup bags were opened, clothes were thrown around, and the music was turned up loud. Pre-drinks were in full swing. Cans of cider and bottles of cheap vodka were passed around as they did their makeup. The girls were already tipsy, laughing loudly and singing along to the music.

Courtney threw a short, tight black dress at her. “Put this on. You’re not wearing that tracksuit to the pub.”

Sylvie hesitated but changed in the spare room. The dress was short, low-cut, and clung to her curves. It showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered her ass. She felt exposed, but when she came out, the girls whistled.

“Looking proper slaggy now, Syl!” Charlotte laughed.

Jade added, “Yeah, those tits look banging in that dress.”

They did her makeup next while continuing the pre-drinks. Heavy black eyeliner, thick mascara, glossy pink lips, and a bit of fake tan touch-up. Courtney added big gold hoop earrings and a chunky gold chain.

“Perfect,” Courtney said, stepping back to admire her. “You look like one of us now. Ready for a proper night out.”

Sylvie looked at herself in the mirror. The girl staring back was almost unrecognisable. Short dress, heavy makeup, fake tan, big hoops. She looked like a proper chav girl. The thought made her stomach twist, but a small part of her felt a strange thrill.

The girls finished getting ready. Tight outfits, heavy makeup, lots of gold jewelry. They looked loud, cheap, and ready for trouble.

“Right,” Courtney said, grabbing her keys. “Pub time. Let’s show Syl how we really party.”

Sylvie followed them out the door, heart pounding. The night was just beginning.