Your fuckdoll makeover

Bailey leads you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the side of the bathtub.

"First of all, we need to do something about this uh... situation..." she says gesturing dismissively towards your crotch. "Lucky for you, I have a cute little idea..." she smiles as she picks up a razor and scissors. Your stepmom gets down between your legs, spreading them apart.

"Umm... can't I do this myself?" you ask, trying to close your legs, but she only pulls them open again. You feel extremely **** like this.

"Evidently not. Now stop whining and let me get to work" she tells you firmly. You gaze up at the ceiling, feeling far too awkward to look down. Especially since kissing Shawn, tasting his cock, and hearing how much he wants to play with your sensitive nipples has left you more turned on than ever before. In the state you're in now, having Bailey moving around down there is making things worse. And why does she have to be naked too? This feels way too intimate when she's showing off every inch of her stunning body, her perfect breasts brushing up again your leg- wait are you seriously thinking of her like... like that? The next time her fingertips glide over your folds you can't help letting out a soft moan of arousal, your hips twitching, quickly clamping your hand over your mouth as you realize the sound came out far louder than you intended...

"Is this turning you on?" Bailey giggles. "God, you really are a little slut aren't you?" You're too ashamed to meet her eyes but even without looking you just know she's grinning again. All you can do is blush more furiously than ever. Each time she brushes your folds you try to suppress a moan, try desperately to stop your body from betraying your desires. "All done." You hate to admit it, but you almost feel disappointed as she suddenly steps back. You look down at your crotch to see the forest of hair is gone. All that remains is a little patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair adorning your mound, carefully shaped into the image of a heart. "It looks cute doesn't it? Now let's sort out your outfit..." she announces, walking into your bedroom as you follow behind.

"You really don't have much to work with... I'll have to take you on a shopping trip soon..." she muses as she looks through your wardrobe, clearly disappointed by your selection of clothing. "Ah... I think these could work..." Buried right at the back is a pile of old clothes you haven't worn in many years. She pulls out a pair of denim shorts and a pink Hello Kitty t-shirt. While your figure hasn't changed as much as you'd have liked, they'll still be too small for you.

"Those won't fit me anymore" you tell her.

"Trust me" she grins. You don't trust her. But you know there's no point trying to argue with her. Going to her room she takes a pair of scissors and cuts into the pink t-shirt, discarding most of the fabric. "That's better. Now, try these on" she instructs.

"What about underwear?"

"Oh, you won't be needing it" she smirks. Obediently you try to squeeze into the too-small clothes, managing to fit into them although they're too tight to be very comfortable. The shorts don't even cover all of your rounded ass, leaving plenty of your pale firm flesh hanging out. The t-shirt is now a crop top that barely covers your nipples. You can hardly believe the amount of skin you're showing off in this.

"Perfect!" she grins. "Now I'd better get dressed up, too..." She takes out a set of lingerie, putting on a lacy white bra with little bows decorating the shoulder straps. The mesh fabric is see-through and you can see the pink nipples capping her large breasts clearly underneath. Next she pulls on a pair of matching lacy white panties, which also show off near enough everything underneath. She completes the set with white fishnet stockings held in place with a matching garter belt. Her attire leaves little to the imagination, showing off the pearl piercing sitting in her navel, and fits her curves perfectly. You wish you had a set like that to wear instead of this cut-up t-shirt... but you know you could never wear it as well as she does. She looks absolutely stunning and you can't take your eyes off her. It's no wonder Shawn chose her. You'd choose her too... wait, no, don't think these weird thoughts again...

"It's a shame I don't have any heels your size" she muses as she puts on a pair of white heels to complete her outfit. "But I guess I'd have to teach you to walk in them first, or you'd keep falling flat on your face. Although that would be entertaining to watch..." You pout in annoyance, not seeing the funny side. "Well, you can keep those shoes on for now. Now let's give you some nice pigtails..." Bailey states, taking a brush to your blonde locks.

"Umm... pigtails?" you ask hesitantly, clearly unconvinced. You weren't expecting that. You can't even remember the last time you wore your hair that way. It definitely wasn't in high school.

"With you, we really need to play up the slutty teen look. And men love a girl with handlebars..."

"Handlebars?"

"You'll find out what I mean soon enough..." she chuckles.

Next she does your makeup, pulling out a pink eyeshadow as you close your eyes. You don't even bother wearing eyeshadow normally, but she seems to be applying it very heavily on you. She layers your mascara on thick, too, and eyeliner. Then she takes out a pallet of rosy blush, but puts it back again after only a moment.

"Actually, I don't think you need this one tonight... I've never seen anyone so red in the face..." she chuckles, clearly still finding your embarrassment highly amusing. You pout in annoyance again. You know there's nothing you can say to that. After applying some glossy hot pink lipstick she holds a mirror to your face. "Well, what do you think?"

"Umm... you're sure this isn't, um, a bit much?" You look like a bratz doll...

"It's perfect!" she says confidently. "Now, I do have one accessory that might fit you..." she goes over to a drawer and pulls out a black choker with a metal ring in the shape of a heart in the center. Where did she get that? You've never seen her wearing it before. "And there we go... your transformation from boring nerd to sexy little fuckdoll is complete..." Bailey grins after tying the choker around your neck.

"You... you really think I look better now?" you ask hesitantly, gazing at your new look in her full-length mirror. You don't see how anyone can take you seriously looking like this. Even you can't take you seriously now. You wonder whether this whole makeover idea was just another prank to humiliate you. You can't help feeling ridiculous next to Bailey in her elegant lingerie.

"Oh, much better. Now, let's see what Shawn thinks..." she smirks, leading you back downstairs. The moment of truth awaits...