Makeover!

You've only known Maxie a short while, but she hasn't steered you wrong yet - in fact, in leading you to Dr. Carvigo, she's only steered you very right.

"... Ok. I trust you. You're the stylish one, you tell me what to wear." Maxie practically squeals in delight as she hugs you, enjoying the project, her nearly naked body pressing against your's. When she kisses you on the cheek, it leaves a pink lipstick mark - but then she's shoved your plump butt down on her bed while she compares the tops she's picked out.

"Yep, I was right! Black it is." She tosses the clothing into your lap. "Go ahead!"

You start to get up and she pushes you back down, surprisingly strong for a girl. "And just where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my room. To change?"

Her eyes roll as she laughs at you. "If you have to run between our apartments for every item of clothing, this will take all night. Plus, you don't want to run into Davey and the boys, do you?"

You nod, of course you don't. She's making sense but... "It won't make you uncomfortable?"

Her soft pink lips push into an exaggerated pout. "Oh, honey, am I making you uncomfortable? Oh that won't do!" She approaches you on the bed, standing over you, and takes you by the hand. "You seem so lovely and I want us to be so close but..."

"No no, it's ok, I'm fine!" Oh how you'd love to be even closer with the scantily clad redhead in front of you... you start to pull off your shirt...

... and are surprised when she reaches to pull it off as well. "Let me help. It will be so much more fun for me, dressing you up like my own little doll." You let go, complying, and she coos as she pulls your shirt over your head.

"Arms up!" Like a child, you raise your arms so she can shimmy her black shirt onto you, pulling to down over your narrow shoulders and plump chest, the fabric stretching tight across your nipples.

She stands back, proud of her handiwork. "Uh, gorgeous!" She stands you up in front of your full length mirror proudly, and you stop short. You thought it was just a black shirt - and boy, were you wrong. It's open neckline plunges down, showing off the curve of your chest and the slender lines of your neck; the sleeves billow out, baggy and fanciful like the arms of some Renaissance goth; and the hem stops many inches short of your waist, baring your entire midriff for the world to see.

"I look so..." You don't want to say it.

Maxie's arms envelope you from behind in a tender hug. "Beautiful." The word snakes into your ear from her pillowy lips.

This is what Dr. Carvigo wanted for you, you know it. You can feel it inside you, that sensuality as you feel the fabric stretch across your nipples, so comfortable, so right...

You feel Maxie's arms lower to your belt, undoing the buckle. Before you can even speak, she has your pants unbuttoned and is undoing the fly...

"Only half done!" She exclaims as she yanks your pants down, revealing your shapely, smooth legs, your plump ass, and, visible inside your boxers, the clear bulge of your erection throbbing helplessly.

You immediately try to cover up, embarrassed, but Maxie catches your arms, giggling. "Relax, darling, relax. Nothing to be ashamed of. Getting a makeover is very... exciting. Sexy." She breathes the word against your ear as her fingers trace delicately up the side of your thighs, tickling you as you shiver.

From her closet she takes a pair of purple tights and sets them on the ground in front of you. "Step." Following her instructions, you manuever into the pant legs and she pulls them up-

They're not even past your knees when you can feel the fabric strain.

"Wait, I don't think it will fit-"

With a girly grunt, Maxie hoists the waist band up against your dumptruck ass, pulling once, twice, and- over! "Fashion requires work, cutie! Get used to it."

And you can see why. The tights hug every curve of you like they were sewn to fit. You shift your weight and your ass jiggles behind you like jello in an earthquake. You know even walking slowly would send your butt swinging behind you with each step-

Maxie whispers in your ear, her hands smoothing out the tights, hovering closer and closer to the outline of your dick pressed against them... "Don't you love it?"

You nod.

"Say it."

"... I love it."

Her slender hand takes you by the chin and she plants her lips on yours, a deep, sensuous kiss as she pushes her tongue into your mouth, then your tongue into her's, your saliva mixing together. You lean back into her arms, head cradled by her neck, the soft wet sounds of your lips together turning you on as much as the feeling of her against you- You push further back against her, and feel a thick bulge press against your hungry ass-

And she pulls away from you with a playful spank. You look at her, still so turned on, hoping for more- and she winks at you.

"Not yet, neighbor. Have to get to know a girl first before you get to bed her. I will say - Dr. Carvigo's going to just love the new look." With a peck on the cheek, she guides you to the door, leaving you still hard and reeling.

Outside her apartment, you want to knock on the door, summon her so you can go back in and keep going... but you instead you head home