You can trust your friends... right?

If you had been thinking rationally, you would have bowed out. Hell if you had been thinking rationally you wouldn’t already have your cock locked away and gotten your first prostate milking... but obviously you were not being rational right now. Maybe it was your competitive nature, maybe it was because you secretly liked everything so far, but even both of your kinky friends were surprised when you said “Ok fine, I’ll do your first suggestion. I’ll wager letting you both dress me and use me for 30 minutes.”

Charlie couldn’t call fast enough, and both girls wasted no time in hoping on you to strip you down. In a flash you were nude except for your chastity cage, and seemingly out of no where they pulled out what they planned for you to wear.

Once again everything felt as if this all was going according to a preexisting plot, especially once you saw what they had in store for you. It started with white silky panties with tiny pink bows along the waistband. This was followed by lacy white stockings and a matching bra. The bra was bigger than your flat chest, so one of the girls, you couldn’t tell as they both whirled around you, filled it with some strange material to make it look naturally filled. You got a sideways glance in a mirror across the room, and at least at a glance it looked like three women occupied the room. You couldn’t look long, as the girls stood you up and put a short black dress on you. The dress barely went below your ass, and wouldn’t cover it at all if you bent over. It also seemed to have a built in corset, as one of the girls caught you by surprise when she tightened it and knocked the wind out of you. The dress top also had straps that attached to a collar they tightened around your throat. This didn’t end your makeover, as Alexa pushed you back down and started putting high heels on your feet while Charlie had brought out a makeup kit. You followed all instructions she gave, picked here, close your eyes, ext, to dazed by the onslaught of the makeover to think what it would mean.

It finally finished once Charlie put on a bob style black wig, clamping it to your own hair to keep it in place. The both needed at their work as they presented a hand mirror to you.

“So, what do you think Samantha? Should it be Samantha, or is it two on the nose?” Alexa pondered our loud.

Charlie responded “who cares if it’s on the nose? All I know is we have a hot little slut here I can’t wait to use!”

You look in the hand mirror and are amazed at the result. You really do look like a whole new person. They dressed you up like a cute little goth slut, one you would totally hit on if you saw at the club. This thought just made you blush, as you remember that it is still you.

“So... ready for thirty minutes as our toy?” Charlie mockingly asks, knocking you out of your self admiring fantasies.