Challenge 1, Part 2: Dress-up Time

Tina

Ugh, Tina thinks, staring at her naked fake Francis, This is going to be a lot of work to keep that thing from looking like a bad drag queen.

She searches the vanity and wardrobe, both via mundane and arcane means. Plenty of make-up to work with and basically infinite clothes. She starts with a padded bra and a shapewear slip. Waiting to pull the slip down past its belly button, Tina gives the upper torso a good examination. Still probably too broad in the shoulders, but, with maybe a little bit more stuffing in the bra, the cinching effect of the slip should give at least the appearance of feminine curves.

Pulling some cotton balls from the vanity, she adds a few handfuls to each bra cup. Stepping back again, she notes, I’ll need to lean into a more androgynous look, but this should work.

She then starts to style the doll’s hair. It remains absolutely silent. So, not as much fun as teasing actual Francis. I should probably work quickly to make sure I can get some more VP later with the real thing. She gives the hair a quick brushing and pins the bangs back. Despite her efforts, the doll starts to ooze cum on the floor. Gross.

Suddenly, the striped mermaid Tina saw at the morning meeting burst forth and starts to lick up the puddle. The creature laps at the remnant semen from the doll itself, then declares “1 Hairgasm, Ah, ah, ah.”

“Not a bad The Count impression. Not a good one, but not bad. Care to like get me some condoms or something so the doll doesn’t leak all over the floor again?”

The mermaid just gives the bunny girl a look. “Why would I want to do that? It’s so much easier to get at the egg goo when it’s on the floor.”

Pulling a white magician’s top hat with red trim from the magic wardrobe, Tina plops it just so on the doll’s head. Perfect. Hides the bang and forehead shape problems. Time for some contouring.

Tina’s tempted to shave off those eyebrows and just pencil them on, but kind of fears that the evil crone is going to average out the beauty treatments in a more literal fashion than Francis would care for. Leaning in, the bonny bunny notices that her Francis doll is already wearing make-up. Huh. A solid first attempt. But, my hot girlfriend is going to need to be a little bolder than that. Tina removes the subtle make-up from the doll, then begins to work her backstage make-up magic. It takes 20 minutes (and another couple of blown loads lapped up, followed by the mermaid continuing her mediocre The Count impression), but the doll has immaculate stage make-up applied, with enough contouring work to de-emphasize the doll’s jawline and make the surprisingly good cheekbones pop. Tina’s especially proud of the shimmer she got on that ruby red lip gloss.

Next, time to dress the doll. She starts by pulling down the slip and then layering it with a woman’s white tuxedo shirt. Even with the slip helping, it looks a little snug around the tummy, but it’ll hold. She pulls several red double-breasted vests out of the wardrobe with slightly different cuts to try on the doll; she settles on the third one she grabbed. She then grabs a dark red tuxedo coat with tails and pulls out the shoulder pads. Francis has too much shoulder already. Tight black leather pants and stiletto heels finish the look. She spends some time accessorizing: diamond shaped cuff links, red bow tie, and some clip-on earrings. And, of course, the coup de grace, an actual glowing magic wand that she conjures from her top hat. She knows she may need to make a fresh one sometime during judging, but it’s too perfect to leave out.

Hmm. Not sure if Francis would want to learn stage magic, but I got to say that I think that, once he’s a she, she could pull off the look rather well.

Seeing the clock, she doesn’t have much time left. Of course, she already has her sorceress outfit “on”, so she really only needed to worry about hair and make-up. Quick cleanser from the vanity, quick matching make-up application, quick hair brushing. She even combed her tail a little. With 20 seconds to spare, she bounds up and hits her mark, wrapping the doll’s arm around her bare shoulder.

The perfect couple for the main stage of a Vegas casino hotel show.

Josie

Josie has no idea what to do. The whole challenge seems designed more to embarrass Francis than anything else. What can I do to make this look attractive?

Thinking she has to start somewhere, she starts brushing and straightening the doll’s hair. Soon enough, the doll starts to ooze cum. Josie, not conscious when she activated the transformation personally, stops to watch. She’s filled with some combination of disgust and weirdness at the situation. Once the seeping stops, she starts a maiden twist hairstyle to fix the “bangs that go to it’s chest” issue, only to trigger the transformation again. Letting out a sigh of frustration, she works faster the second time. Josie is so focused on getting the braid done in time that she doesn’t see a particularly ripped and scared mermaid nonchalantly shimmy towards the cum puddle.

“2 hairgasms so far. Can’t convince you to go for a third?”

“Gah! What!”

“I’m assigned to clean up and count. Name’s Calypso. I’m the hotel librarian. Do you like to read?”

“Not really.”

The mermaid slips under the Francis doll and starts to lap up the spunk. Josie returns to the problem of what to do. She stares at the doll’s face; it’s wearing make-up already. She feels like she wants to go a different route; she pulls a pair of women’s aviator sunglasses that covers most of the doll’s upper face and slips them on it. She then cleans off the lip stain and swaps it with a shimmering silver lip gloss. She then pulls a giant fluffy ermine coat and some sheer black hose. The mermaid made no effort to get out of Josie’s way.

The gym girl asks, “Are you done?”

“I don’t want to be. You mind giving it another trigger or two?”

“I do have a time limit.”

“And I have egg sacs to grow.”

“Ugh. Whatever.” Josie steps around the mermaid and starts to slip on the hose. His legs don’t look half bad in these. The mermaid looks disappointed once the doll’s flaccid cock is pressed tight within the hose. She then slips the coat on the doll and fastens it tight; the coat goes down to the doll’s knees. Some designer tennis shoes with chunky 3” heels finish the “let’s just try to hide the man body underneath fashionable baggy clothes” look.

Now what exactly to do for myself? I made the doll look kind of like a rich bitch. And what’s a rich bitch without a pet bitch on a leash? Ugh. This’ll be humiliating.

So, a new outfit. A white bikini top and a pair of black booty shorts (with “Bad Bitch” across the cheeks) for clothes. More hose, a set with a dalmatian pattern, for her legs. A set of tennis shoes that match the pair she put on the doll for her feet. A spiked collar leash with a little boxing glove name tag for her neck. After changing clothes, she slips the loop of the leash in the doll’s hand.

Not bad, all things considered.

And then the mermaid times her exit just so while giving Josie a solid smack on the abs. Josie cums instantly, leaving a large stain on the front of her shorts.

Fucking bitch.

Indigo

Indigo is having fun with her doll, stroking it’s hair like a super smexy fox. Even if it’s a gross copy of the gross veijito, it’s certainly funny to make it dribble.

And it’s making Irene happy. The pokey fish mermaid is lapping up the doll’s drippings. The IT mermaid eventually points out, “I think you maxed out the hairgasms there, Indi. Maybe move on to something else?”

“Uh, sure. Hey, Irene, think I can borrow one of your pokey bits to give the doll some ear piercings?”

“Don’t see why not. Though, you could just make an ear piercing gun from the wardrobe.” Irene does something like a handstand and whacks one of her spines into the doll’s earlobe. Cum oozes from the hole. Excited, Irene gives the other ear a whack, then starts lapping at the holes.

That gives Indigo an idea. A very demented idea. She summons forth a katana from the wardrobe. Then, she starts carving. She shaves down the doll’s shoulders, it’s stomach, it’s gross veijito dick. Soon enough, Indigo has a scarred up doll, leaking cum from many, many wounds, that has a vaguely feminine shape. Irene is slurping up the jizz almost as fast as Indigo can make it. The Vstreemer leans back to examine her creative sculpting. I should cover up the sword slashes before I continue dressing it.

While Irene finishes cleaning up the gooey mess, Indigo turns to make-up. She does a pretty intense cats-eye look with the eyeliner, adding a bit of smokey smudges along the lower eyelid. She trims the eyebrows and uses an eyebrow pencil to fill in the gaps. For the eyeshadow, she blends some silver, black, and grey to give it a transition with a little sparkly pop. Some sparkly contouring to highlight the cheekbones.

“Wow, Indi, keep going. 1 make-up lesson.”

Indi opts for a shiny black lipstick, adding some sparkly lip gross on top. She lines the lips in red. Going back to the eyes, she hits the mascara hard. Stepping back, she realizes that the doll already had make-up on. Sighing, she cleans everything up and starts over. That at least gets another 2 doses of goo leaking from the doll’s hole.

“Wow, Indi. You’re amazing. I totally made the right call volunteering to count your work.”

“Thanks, bud. At least someone appreciates me.”

Stupid audience didn’t even get me to the first milestone last night. All that streaming, and I only got 12 subscribers? Well, I’m totally going to win this!

Moving on to costumes, Indigo starts with a full nude-tone bodysuit for the doll. Something that will hide her sword hacking and give the doll some more feminine definition. She then pulls out a second bodysuit, this one made of fishnetting. Once Irene gets the last bits of cum off the doll’s body, Indigo puts both bodysuits on the doll. She summons black kotes and suneates, styled like that of traditional samurai armor, and secures them on the doll’s arms and shins (respectively). Shiny leather bra crop top and hot pants finish the clothing. She sticks the katana in the doll’s hand and positions it as if it’s in a defensive guard. Then, she fills the ear holes with various pieces of black earrings.

Damn, that’s hot. Good job, me!

Moving on to her costume, she instantly knows what she’s doing. She reaches into the wardrobe and pulls out an exact replica of her VStreemer model’s outfit. Very loosely based on a Japanese shrine maiden’s attire, the costume has a sheen white shrine maiden kimono, designed to be worn completely open. She would normally have strips of linen wrapped across her chest, but Anilla (the dumb rope) thinks that counts as a bra and tears them up. She wears a very short pleated red mini-skirt; these things leave nothing to the imagination. Again, normally with a pair of bloomers, but Anilla tore that up too. Oh, well. Dressed like this, I look even smexier!

Next, she pulls out the kitsune cosplay bits: a fan with a fox design, a fox ear headband, a fox tail butt plug, and a lot of lube. Indigo has a surprising amount of practice with butt plugs, so she inserts the tail in like a champ. She uses the headband to push down her hair. A touch of fire themed make-up and she sticks the landing, just in time. She gives herself a good fanning.

First place is mine!

Scarlet

Scarlet has no idea what to do with the doll, but she can definitely assemble a slutty costume for herself. She has to wear (and remove) several of them for her side hustle. In fact, she almost has indecision paralysis from the sheer number of sexy options she has dressed herself in. She starts with the undergarments, of course. Scarlet slips on her usual pair of pasties, a cupless bra that still gives her tits a decent amount of lift, a garterbelt with fishnet stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties, all emerald green to make her eyes pop (and, of course, bring out the leprechaun jokes she hates so much but also bring in more tips). Before she does her make-up, she needs to figure out what demeaning theme she’s going to go for.

This show keeps trying to make my education a joke and Dinah refers to Francis as the professor? Let’s lean into that, I guess.

Decision made, Scarlet finishes her part of the costume. She ties her hair into a side pony tail with a tartan patterned ribbon. She also summons a slutty schoolgirl outfit: a too small white blouse that she ties up, buttons undone, just under her bra. The blouse barely covers up Scarlet’s pasties and do nothing to hide them visibly poking into the thin fabric. The tartan mini-skirt barely covers her ass. A polished set of mary jane shoes finish the look; if one wishes to see Scarlet’s panties (framing her puss instead of covering it), one merely need to stare into the reflection of her shoes.

Now to start on the doll. Figuring she is bound to trigger the hair growth no matter what she does, she goes for broke. She starts giving the doll an intricate Celtic knot braid. The first cum trigger nearly wipes out her work. She sighs and spends most of the time before the second trigger to fix the mistakes the hair growth caused. Scarlet was prepared for the second dribble of spunk, managing to hold the knot together. The knot ended up starting a little low on the head, so she uses a maiden twist to both get the front hair out of the way and lift the knot slightly. This triggers a third and final hair based jizz oozing. The puddle underneath the doll is rather large.

That attracts a mermaid. She hungrily laps up the puddle and licks around the legs to catch any remnants. “3 hairgasms? Good job girlie. Now, how about some more? My egg sacs are a hankerin’ for some more growth, if you know what I mean.”

“No offense, but I haven’t exactly had a great experience with you lot. I’m going to do what I need to, nothing more.”

“Ah, don’t be such a sourpuss, toots,” the mermaid replies, “I’ve just been sitting in an empty tavern the whole week, waiting for some of you lot to get your drink on. Circe’s the name, hootch-slingin’ is the game. I can make it worth your while.”

Ugh, last thing I need is another pushy mermaid trying to sell me something, Scarlet thinks as she looks through the vanity for make-up. Gotta make this fake Francis look elegant, professional, and smoking hot. A fucking challenge, considering.

Scarlet almost starts applying make-up before she sees that the doll is already wearing some. Grabbing a make-up removing wipe, she cleans the doll’s face and starts over. Pull the errant eyebrow hairs and trim down the rest. Smokey eyeshadow with a touch of black cat-eye eyeliner. Generous coating of mascara to make those eyelashes pop. A touch of blush to bring out the cheek-bones. And, of course, some ruby red lipstick. She starts to try to match the lipstick with some nail polish, only to have the nails automatically match and grow long enough to stick a quarter inch past the fingertips. Huh.

“Thanks, toots,” Circe exclaims as she laps up another puddle, “1 make-up lesson in the books. Care to start over? Make the doll cum some more?”

Ignoring the distraction, she starts to dress the doll. White button up blouse (worn sensibly), tucked into a pencil skirt. Nude colored hose under sensible flats. Some classy looking clip-on stud earrings and fashionable looking glasses. And, a smart looking blazer. Good enough.

For the finishing touch, Scarlet does her make-up as slutty as she can (intentionally applying her eye make-up to look like it was already running) and then starts to think about the psychological implications of schoolgirl fetishes. This, of course, triggers her transformation. This time, she thinks between gasps, I’m using this blasted thing in my favor. Once she is wet enough, she sticks a couple of fingers inside, then uses her love juices to smear her own make-up.

Nothing like leaning into the ‘slut fucks her professor to pass class’ stereotype to please the pervs.

Dinah

Okay, just treat this like a couple’s costume for an All Hallows Eve party, Dinah tries to psych herself up, And your girlfriend has body image issues. And you need to dress super slutty because the party is hosted by an asshole that insists on everyone entering a “sexy costume contest”.

Dinah starts by examining the doll. It does look exactly like him, down to the finest detail. Noting the doll has the same make-up that she helped Francis put on this morning, she feels no need to change it. Need to preserve my opportunities to earn VP, after all.

She starts dressing the doll first with a surgeon’s ponytail cap. Trying her best not to touch the hair directly, she scoops the doll’s locks into the inside of the cap and plops it on top of the doll’s hair. The cap poofs out in the back (like, a lot), but, with a little effort, will manage. Dinah uses the ribbon to tighten the cap around the bunched up hair as best as she can and moves on. She’s pleased to see that she hasn’t activated the doll’s ejaculation effect yet.

She starts to dress the doll the rest of the way. A full set of pastel green scrubs. A white lab coat. Sensible sneakers you’d see in any hospital. She even wraps a stethoscope around the doll’s neck and put the various GP tools in their appropriate places. There. Francis may still look a little manish, but easy part done.

A particularly whiny voice groans behind her, “Oh, c’mon. The first time I’m allowed to get near some sweet, delicious balls in decades and I don’t even get a taste? No fair.”

Dinah, already pulling out pieces of a slutty nurse costume and a long, blonde wig from the wardrobe, responds, “Sorry, but life isn’t fair. I have to think long-term if I want a shot at winning. Not going to waste a chance for points to feed your disgusting habit.” She slips into a set of red lingerie: a push-up demi-bra, a lacy thong, garterbelt, fishnet stockings. The mini-skirt on the nurse costume goes just barely beyond the curvature of her ass; she will definitely be flashing her thong if she’s not careful. The top barely contains her cleavage and definitely reveals a noticeable portion of the bra. She slips the wig over her own shorter hair and sticks the stereotypical nurse’s cap on top.

She turns around to head to the vanity just to see the mermaid, loudly sobbing in a corner of the booth. Feeling guilty, Dinah sits beside her very carefully, then gives her a side hug. “I’m sorry,” she offers, “This whole experience has been rough. I didn’t mean to hurt you that badly.”

The mermaid sniffles, “Really? You’ll undo your kinda boring work and make some cum for me?”

“What if, instead, I help you get some of the real deal from Francis? I need to work on my make-up now, but find me tomorrow after the show meeting and I’ll convince Francis to, ugh, feed you.”

The mermaid’s eyes go wide. “Really? I wouldn’t of dreamed...”

Seeing the mermaid bliss out in anticipation, Dinah moves on to applying the sluttiest make-up job she’s done since college. She feels like a caricature; she certainly looks like one.

I need a finishing touch. Struggling for a minute, she grabs a prop clipboard (with a form labeled diagnosis) and a big pink sharpie from the wardrobe. Not questioning how the clothes wardrobe makes a sharpie, she taps her forehead trying to think of the most demeaning thing she could write. With a minute left, she quickly scribbles “Needs 2 Eat Moar Pussy” on the form, summon some ridiculously high black stiletto heels, and slips them on.

She looks at the results in the mirror. This is only for the challenge. Some embarrassment now to save myself in the long-term. I need to keep the real end-goal in mind.

Skye

While the other girls struggle with performing the challenge (with various levels of difficulty), Skye struggles with something more primal. After making the doll cum during the explanation, she can’t bring herself to touch it again. She curls up in a ball, singing for protection as quietly as she can. Unseen but definitely heard, Erato the clownfish mermaid shimmies up and happily licks at the foul emission.

Erato shimmies up to the crying girl, asking “Hey, only customer, I got assigned to clean up the messes you are supposed to make here and keep count of what happens. 1 Hairgasm, by the way. Soooo, wanna get started?”

“How can I even do the challenge? I don’t want to touch that foul abomination again.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun and help grow my egg sacs. Don’t you want me to have gigantic, heaving egg sacs?”

That earns the mermaid a look of mild disgust.

Skye’s disapproving stare gets to Erato, so she tries a different tact, “You know refusing to participate is grounds for elimination, right?”

The frightened farmhand stands up. “So, I have to make this thing somehow look like my future lady love? It’s impossible. How little do I have to do to look like I tried?”

“I dunno, only customer. Are you happy with the hair?”

“I’m not touching the hair again, Erato. The thing it did was disgusting.”

“How about giving it some make-up?”

That was a different problem. Skye does not know the first thing about make-up. It was a luxury on the farm that her moms never felt like they needed. In fact, she has really only seen visitors to the farm wearing make-up until she was **** to this foul place. So, all she can do is ask, “How do I do that?”

“I dunno,” the clownfish mermaid replies, “We don’t wear the stuff. Not exactly waterproof.”

“Then my lady love won’t wear any. It’s not like we wore the stuff on the farm.”

“Well, you got to do something. Time to play dress-up?”

Those words hit Skye like a punch to the gut. The waves of nausea start to overtake her. The mere thought to dressing this abominable copy of Francis is triggering her transformation hard. She falls to her knees, dizzy.

“C’mon, only customer. Time’s running out. Get a move on.”

Skye crawls towards the wardrobe, getting more nauseous and dizzy as she gets closer. The anticipation is gnawing at her; she struggles to stand up long enough to get the evil magical piece of furniture open. She reaches in. She touches something. The world goes dark.