They head back to Melissa’s to sunbathe

"...catch some rays! We need to look HOT for the party!" Melissa said.

"Definitely!" Agreed Robin. "And also... We're dieting until the party, right?"

The other two girls agreed. Kyle just shrugged, while he heard his phone ping.

"Girl, you're going to look like liquid sex next week after dieting!" Melissa said. "Not that you need to," she quickly added, "In that dress, with those heels, and a makeover at the salon, Rob won't be able to resist you!"

"In fact, you'll have your pick of eligible guys!" Robin added, nodding.

"Hey, I just had a great idea!" Robin said, grinning broadly. "Let's all work together to get each of us a boyfriend for the summer!"

The girls all began clapping and liking that idea, forcing Kyle to reluctantly agree. He'd help get them boyfriends for the summer. His phone pinged.

Driving back, the girls made Kyle sing along to some of their favorite pop songs, and he actually had a little fun doing it. They pulled up outside his uncle's place, and Melissa popped the trunk, allowing him to retrieve the small scraps of fabric they insisted was a dress. She told him, "Black bikini, heels. See you soon!" and drove off.

Kyle paused. There was no way he wanted those bags containing those **** devices anywhere near MARCI. Thinking that if he left them outside, until he could get rid of them, he'd be safe.

Kyle walked empty handed into the house, unaware that MARCI's arms had picked up his bags outside and set about inventorying them and storing them away until the night they were needed.

Not seeing Sam anywhere, Kyle trudged up to his room. "Welcome home, Mistress!" MARCI's ever chipper voice said. "May I help you with anything?"

Kyle ignored MARCI and walked over to the closet, opening it and trying to see what MARCI had done with the swimwear he had been **** to buy. He searched for a while and couldn't find anything even close to swimwear. Sighing, he slammed the closet door, hating what he was about to do.

"MARCI, I need my black bikini," he said, thinking that maybe if he just asked for it, he wouldn't get manhandled into it. No such luck.

"Of course, Mistress. Let's get you ready!" The arms came out and Kyle tried to resist, slapping them away as best he could, but there were too many and they were too strong. He soon found himself hoisted into the air and his clothing removed. Sunscreen was applied liberally over his body. The black string bikini was soon fitted to him, with MARCI taking care to ensure that the top was tied tightly as the girls had instructed, boosting Kylie's cleavage. The bottoms were small and tight, showing off Kylie's rear to good effect. Kylie began kicking in horror when he saw the stripper heels the girls had selected for the party being fastened to his feet. He soon lost that fight as well, with MARCI telling him, "You need to practice in these heels, Mistress. You want to move elegantly at the party to attract a boyfriend! Please stop resisting!"

He was then placed back into the makeup mask and the hair dome descended. Kyle felt the usual **** on his face with the cosmetics while his long hair was being brushed into a new style. When he was released from those devices, MARCI placed him back into the middle of the room and displayed his appearance. He looked hot. His hair had been brushed into soft curves that fell past his shoulders. His annoying breasts looked amazing in the pushup top. His narrow waist was on display as was his rearend in those string bikini bottoms. He would have gotten aroused if his junk wasn't glued into that female looking thong MARCI had stuck on him.

Kyle really didn't like this look, but he also didn't trust MARCI not to make it worse for him. With the stripper heels fastened to his ankles, he began to trudge over to Melissa's. His calves were burning when he got to the door. He rung the doorbell, and after several minutes, Melissa's mom answered.

"Kylie!" she exclaimed "That's quite a new look for you! I see the girls are rubbing off! You look fantastic!

"Come on in. The girls are just getting settled in the back yard."

Kyle mumbled a thank you, and took several stompy steps in his heels towards the back yard.

"Kylie!' Theresa said sharply, causing Kyle to stop in his tracks. "That is the most awkward... I cannot allow you to walk in heels like that! Come, let's teach you to walk better in heels that high!"