You say yes

Totally distracted by the glittering jewelry on display you just blurt out a quick "Yeah!" It's true after all. Then a few moments pass and you start to notice things. Like how some of the earrings are in little plastic containers that scream 'sterile' and are labelled 'Starter' in a nice, friendly font. One of the signs says that the price includes the ear piercing and some care products. Oh shit!

You're about to tell Trish that this is the last thing you plan on doing on your third day as a girl, but she knows how to play you. "You'll look so beautiful - I'm sure some silver studs would be perfect with your new dress. Lots of gemstones go well with green too - pearls, emerald, of course, opal..." Her hands take your shoulders and her cock presses against your butt. Then she starts talking about all the different options for the shape of your first earrings. She tells you most of the earrings girls get with new piercings are stainless steel, but she knows that you deserve one of the other metals that works well, like gold.

She has you trapped against the counter and asks the woman behind it to start pulling out some of the options. Little silver flower shapes, little golden hearts and hoops, smooth pearl, dazzling zircons... on and on, the designs and types are almost endless. At first you're just stalling, hoping for some way to escape, but after looking at so many you can't help but picture yourself in that lovely green dress, staring into a mirror as Trish helps you with your makeup.

Since you've stopped looking between different earrings and have begun to stare at one set in particular the saleswoman tells you, "The zircons are a bit harder to clean, you'll have to be careful if you want those as your starter set".

"Not a problem for Jane," says Trish. "Now you wouldn't happen to have some in gold would you?"

The woman smiles and tells you she has a few, but none in exactly the same cut. She gets several other sets, all sparkling zircons of different colors set in fine gold. She makes a point of the fact that these are different from cubic zirconia, most likely to help explain the significantly higher prices. As you stare at the stones you feel it, deep down inside you. That urge to be pretty, to please Trish, to be desired.

You're just about to pick a pair of lovely pink studs when Trish asks, "Wait - what about those?"

"Oh," says the saleswoman. "I'm sorry, I always forget those. The previous owner bought them way back when the store opened and they've been here ever since."

"Expensive?" Trish asks.

The woman brings them out and lets the light shine off the slightly curved green triangles. "For a starter set? Yes, I'd say. They're set in platinum, for a start - that's enough to make them expensive right there, but on top of that the gems are green spinels - even more valuable than zircons. The original owner wanted us to have earrings for the most discerning tastes, but it's rare to find people outside of New York or Hollywood who are willing to pay this much for their first set of earrings. They're the store's white elephant."

You feel Trish's member bump against you and you know that you don't even have to ask. They're beautiful on their own, but they'll be perfect with that gorgeous dress she just bought you. You will look like a million bucks, which will go some way to making up for the eye watering price.

"Done!" says Trish with a big grin. "Nothing's too good for my princess."

"Oh, good grief! I should have realized you two were together," says the saleswoman. She gives you a shy little smile and says, "You know you're going to owe her for this, right?"

You can't help but let out a little giggle. "Oh, yes. But she owes me too, so it all works out."

From there everything goes quickly. You're swabbed and sterilized, your ears are pierced so quickly you only feel the soreness after it's over. You get a bunch of stuff in a bag to take home, but you barely notice. The shop has lots of mirrors and you find it difficult to do anything other than stare at yourself. You never thought you'd be a girl, you never thought you'd be pregnant, you never thought you'd wind up dating a chick with a dick - but seeing the face that is now yours with a pair of glittering gems pinned to your earlobes? That's one of the strangest things yet. You're literally wearing jewelry and punching holes through your skin for the sole purpose of looking more attractive.

God - you're turning into a girl inside and out. As you walk out to the car Trish gives your ass a good solid grope and you surprise yourself by telling her, "Yes Trish, you can take the price out on my ass."

"Hey, I'm not trying to pay for..."

You whip round and give her a long, fiery kiss. "I know. But I insist, I wouldn't have it any other way. I promise I'll enjoy it as much as you. Take me you magnificent stud, I'm yours!"