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The front door clicked shut, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet, suburban house. It was the sound of a trap being sprung. Jess let the leash drop from her hand, where it coiled on the floor like a snake. She clapped her hands together, the sharp sound making you flinch.

"Alright, girls, operation 'Makeover' is a go," Jess announced, her voice echoing with theatrical glee. "Phase one: get this... thing... out of that slutty streetwear. It's so tacky."

Shauna grabbed you by the arm, her grip like a steel vise. "Up you get, dolly." She hauled you to your feet, and you wobbled precariously on the towering heels. The dildo shifted inside you, a constant, humiliating reminder of your new reality. The other girls giggled, their eyes raking over your transformed body with a mixture of pity and cruel amusement.

Jess led the procession up a grand staircase, her hips swaying with confidence. You were **** to follow, Shauna practically dragging you up each step. The clicking of your heels on the polished wood was a frantic, pathetic rhythm compared to their confident strides.

They burst into Jess's bedroom. It was a large, sun-drenched room, dominated by a king-sized bed with a fluffy white comforter. One entire wall was a massive walk-in closet, its interior glowing with warm light and neatly organized rows of clothing.

"Okay, strip," Jess commanded, pointing a manicured finger at the floor.

You hesitated, your hands trembling. The thought of exposing yourself further, even to these monsters, was paralyzing.

Shauna sighed dramatically. "Oh, for fuck's sake." She stepped forward and, with a few rough yanks, ripped the tube top over your head. The micro skirt was next, torn away with a sound of tearing fabric. She left the humiliating lingerie—the bra, the thong, the tights, and the invading dildo—intact. "We'll leave the internal accessories. They're part of the charm now."

You stood there, shivering in just the lingerie, heels, and wig, feeling more exposed than ever.

Jess rummaged through her closet, her humming a tuneless, happy sound. "Aha! Perfect." She emerged holding a small bundle of fabric, which she shook out with a flourish.

It was a pajama set. The word was almost laughable. The top was a flimsy, baby-doll style camisole made of sheer, pale pink silk. It was trimmed with fluffy white marabou feathers around the plunging neckline and the hem, which would barely reach your navel. A set of little pink bows ran down the front. The matching bottoms were even worse: a pair of tiny, string-tie tap shorts, also in sheer pink silk, with more fluffy white feather trim on the leg openings. They were so small they looked like they wouldn't cover a damn thing.

"Put it on," Jess said, holding it out to you.

You took the delicate, soft fabric with a sense of dread. It felt impossibly feminine. You struggled to pull the camisole on over your head, the feathers tickling your neck and face. The shorts were a nightmare; your trembling fingers could barely tie the flimsy bows at the sides. The sheer fabric clung to you, doing nothing to hide the thong or the obscene bulge of the dildo's base.

Jess circled you, her eyes gleaming. She reached out and flicked one of the puffy feathers. "Cute. You look like a little girl's toy. A very, very naughty little girl's toy." She ran a finger down your chest, stopping just above the frayed edge of the shorts. "But something's missing."

She skipped back to her closet and returned with a pair of fluffy pink slippers. They had bunny ears on them. "Kneel," she ordered.

You sank to your knees, the strain on your ankles a welcome distraction. She slipped the slippers onto your feet. They were ridiculously soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cold humiliation that flooded your veins.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "My little bedtime bitch. All ready for a sleepover." She turned to her friends. "What do you think? Should we have a tea party? Or maybe play truth or dare?"

Shauna smirked, cracking her knuckles. "I vote we play 'how many things can we fit up his ass'."

Jess laughed, a bright, cruel sound. "Patience, Shauna. We have all night." She looked down at you, her expression a chilling mix of ownership and anticipation. "Now, be a good doll and crawl over to the bed. We have a long night ahead of us, and you're the main event."