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Cousin Amy 14
🕑 Added 2024-05-12 09:05:00 +0000 UTCChapter 14: Run Rabbit, Run, Run, Run!
After their fight in the park, Jessica didn't return to Amy's apartment that evening, which only fuelled Scott's anger. Alone and frustrated, he found solace in a bottle of wine, letting the alcohol wash over him as his thoughts spiralled into bitterness. Each sip seemed to amplify his feelings of humiliation and emasculation, which had been worsened by Jessica's not so subtle looks and silent judgments of late.
By the time the bottle was empty, Scott felt a strange sense of liberation. The night before what he anticipated would be one of the most testing days of his life, he decided not to resist whatever the day brought. Even if the outcome of the salon visit made him appear even more feminine and Jessica disapproved, so be it. In his inebriated state, Scott concluded that it was going to happen anyway, so why worry about it.
Scott awoke to the relentless beeping of his alarm, each tone drilling painfully into his hungover head. With a groan, he peeled himself out of Amy’s bed and lumbered toward the bathroom, his movements sluggish and unsteady. Stepping into the shower, he manoeuvred carefully to keep his hair and the back of his shoulder dry. The hair could remain as is was; after all, he was headed to the salon where professionals would handle it. The shoulder, however, bore a different concern.
During his deep dive into his cousin's life, Scott had uncovered that Amy sported a distinctive tattoo - a cascade of butterflies on the back of her shoulder. Normally, that would be an easy detail to conceal, but with today’s skimpy outfit leaving little to the imagination, there was nowhere to hide.
The solution had come from an online search - a high-quality temporary tattoo. With Jessica’s assistance a few nights back, Scott had applied the faux ink, meticulously positioning it to mimic Amy’s permanent mark. As he avoided the water spray on his shoulder, he prayed that the temporary tattoo was a convincing match. More so, he hoped that Amy didn't have any other tattoos he'd missed in the photos. The stakes were high, and missing tattoos among a group as intimate as Amy’s friends would certainly raise the alarm - tattoos, after all, don’t just vanish.
Scott dried himself off quickly, still feeling uncomfortable when touching his transformed body. The small mounds on his chest, which stretched his skin outwards, were not only uncomfortable but also very sensitive. Additionally, the jiggle of his backside as he patted himself dry was a sensation he found particularly unsettling.
Scott wasted no time in dressing. First, he clipped on a padded underwire bra before stepping into a pair of tight panties, taking extra care to tuck and securely tape his penis between his legs. He then pulled a light pink knit top over his head, the front dipping low enough to reveal more of his new cleavage than he was comfortable with. Next, he wriggled into a knee-length leather skirt that hugged his expanded hips and backside tightly. The tight purple skirt featured a high slit on the left leg, offering fleeting glimpses of his thighs as he moved. A belt cinched his waist tightly, highlighting his extremely thin midsection - possibly the thinnest it had ever been.
Sliding his feet back into the pink sandals he had worn to the park the previous day, Scott was thankful for the foot pad fillers that made the towering heels more bearable. Amy was known for her love of high heels, a trait he now had to embody, especially in front of her friends.
Applying makeup that morning proved frustrating. Seeking perfection, Scott's shaky hands - still recovering from last night's wine - made the process a tedious affair. After several painstaking attempts, he achieved the clean, polished daytime look he wanted. Then, after a few minutes of fiddling, trying to thread a pair of hoop earrings through the hole in his earlobes with his extended nails, Scott gave his blond locks a quick brush and was ready. After a final glance in the mirror, he checked his purse, finding Amy's phone, some cosmetics, and the car keys inside. There was time for one deep sigh before he trotted out the door, ready for whatever the day might throw at him - or so he thought!
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Hours later, as Scott teetered in the cooling breeze of the salon's air conditioning, his lower legs throbbed with a dull ache. Despite the discomfort, his focus was drawn to his feminine reflection shimmering in the salon’s glass window. The transformation he had undergone was unsettling to say the least.
Scott had clicked into the salon that morning, his nerves frayed, wondering how he would greet Amy's oldest friend. However, his fears were quickly allayed when Emily enveloped him in a tight hug as soon as she saw him. Emily's immediate acceptance of him as Amy made everything suddenly much easier. Naturally chatty, Emily soon filled the air with constant conversation, leaving Scott mostly listening and nodding along. However, thanks to his thorough study of his cousin's social media and text messages, he found himself surprisingly adept at keeping up and chiming in at appropriate moments.
By the time the other members of the Pink Panthers arrived, the salon was buzzing with energy, enhanced by free-flowing champagne. With the additional alcohol topping up what he had consumed the previous evening, Scott soon found himself relaxing into his role. Before long, music filled the air, and the makeovers began. Emily, as a special treat for her friends, had closed the salon for the day, meaning each member of the group received personal care from a member of her skilled staff.
The first item on the day’s agenda was a spray tan. Stripping down felt awkward, but after Scott summoned the courage to reveal his feminized body in nothing but his tight panties, the process was simple. The mist gently kissed his skin, cloaking him in a golden hue that transformed his pallor into a sun-kissed glow. It was the least invasive procedure of the day, serving as a gentle introduction to what was to come.
The eyelash extensions were next, a long and tiresome experience. Lying back as delicate, long lashes were meticulously bonded to his own, Scott felt the weight of each addition. Each blink was now heavier, his eyes framed dramatically, casting deep shadows and over his femininity-sculpted face.
The climax of Scott's transformation was his hair. Unaware of the impending colour change, he relaxed under the gentle massage of the wash. The hair extensions were an ordeal, but one he had experienced before. However, as each strand was meticulously woven into his own hair, extending down to the small of his back, he knew this time the aftermath would be far more dramatic. The final look did not disappoint - a high, voluminous ponytail of cascading curls that bounced with each movement, catching the light and drawing the eye with its dramatic blonde and pink ombre hue. The final reveal was a truly shocking sight for the young man, who just stared into the mirror, horrified by his new look, and unable to express his disgust.
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Shifting his weight, Scott gingerly rolled his right foot in a circle, resting it momentarily on the towering heel of his pink sandal. This slight movement was a futile attempt to soothe the throbbing pain deep in the arches of his feet. As he lifted his gaze, his eyes fell upon the salon's wall clock, and he let out a heavy sigh - it was only five minutes past three. Foggy from the champagne and the relentless pace of the day's beauty regime, Scott strained his face – although it failed to move due to the Botox - as he struggled to calculate how much longer he would have to suffer.
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"Ready, bi-atch?" The sound of Emily's voice snapped Scott back to reality. He turned his head, sending a cascade of curls whipping around his shoulders, and saw Amy's best friend grinning widely at him. Her hair was coloured similarly to his, but while his was blonde and pink, hers was blonde and purple.
“I was born ready, bi-atch,” Scott declared, injecting as much confidence as he could muster into his voice. Emily chuckled, her laugh echoing throughout the now empty salon. “Taxi’s here,” she announced with a knowing smile, watching as Scott stumbled slightly on his heels. “You can pick up your Mini tomorrow. It’ll be safe parked out back.”
Scott glanced at the tote bag slung casually over Emily’s shoulder, taking another deep breath as he knew what awaited inside - the bunny outfits for the evening, lovingly chosen and customized by Stacy. His mind had been fixated on those outfits while waiting for Emily to close up, pondering how the night would unfold once they returned to Amy’s apartment to get ready with the rest of the girls.
“So, how do you like your hair?” Emily asked as she fished for her keys. “I know it’s a bit loud, but you did say to give you the works. I thought it would be fun to do something daring, like back when I was training, and you let me practice on you. Tonight, we can be twinsies.”
“Love it,” Scott quickly shot back as he stepped out the door, feeling the wind catch his long hair for the first time. The strands fluttered wildly, an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation, as the length and volume of his hair was a dramatic departure from anything he had ever experienced. “Thanks so much for today, Em. It’s been mega,” he added, his voice dripping with feigned enthusiasm to maintain his ruse.
“You’re so welcome, lovely. I’m just so glad to have you back,” Emily responded, her voice filled with genuine warmth as she locked the salon's door. “And you know, we’re just getting started. I can’t wait to see everyone all dressed up tonight.”
“Me too,” Scott replied with pretend excitement, “Can’t wait.” He added as they tottered toward the waiting taxi, his heart pounding with dread at the thought of stepping into the unknown of the night ahead.
After a short taxi ride, Scott and Emily arrived at Amy's apartment. Emily, bubbling with excitement, immediately suggested they start getting ready. By the time they were finished, both stood before the mirror in Amy's bedroom, scrutinising their outfits. There were, of course, more drinks while they prepared themselves for the night ahead. The alcohol, thankfully, had numbed the pain in Scott's feet, because the platform pumps now strapped to his feet would be with him for the rest of the evening, and their heels were dizzyingly high.
As Emily assessed their final looks, she couldn't help but express envy at Scott's figure, commenting on how great his butt looked and how his legs looked even better than hers. Meanwhile, feeling more emasculated than ever by the comments, Scott twisted and turned atop his towering heels, struggling to maintain his composure amidst his internal panic. He glared at his reflection, barely recognizing himself in an outfit that made him feel vulnerable and exposed - a one-piece pink swimsuit that barely covered his enhanced buttocks, above which sat a fluffy white bunny tail. His shapely legs, encased in fishnet stockings, were on full display. A small collar with a pink bow tie wrapped around his neck matched the cuffs on his wrists. The skimpy ensemble was completed with a pair of bunny ears, threaded into his flashy hairdo, just in front of his colourful ponytail.
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Seeing himself dressed this way, Scott was freaking out. His former masculine frame, once bulky and hairy, now appeared slim and curvy. He felt like a character from one of those zany body swap movies - except he hadn’t gone to sleep and woken up in his cousin’s body; he had slowly and deliberately altered his own to mimic hers. Now, as Scott teetered on his sky-high heels and searched for any signs of his former self in the mirror, he found only a seductive version of Amy, dressed as a cockteasing Playboy bunny. Biting his plump bottom lip, a bizarre thought crossed his mind: there were now two Amys in the world, and Scott was gone.
"Earth to Aimes, are you listening to me?" Emily's voice snapped.
"Err... yeah. Err... no. Sorry," Scott stuttered, turning to face her, his extended eyelashes fluttering.
Emily laughed. "Admiring my work, are ya?" she teased.
"Yeah, it's great, Em," Scott managed to say, his voice strained as he struggled to stay in character.
"You think?" Emily said as she adjusted her bunny tail. "Do you really like the makeup? The eyeshadow’s not too much, is it?"
"It's perfect, Em," Scott replied, forcing a smile as he turned back to the mirror. His cousin's face, plastered in makeup, stared back at him. "You did a great job."
"Probably could have gone a little bolder on the lips, but I can fix that later, once I’ve done Han’s makeup," Emily mused, seemingly oblivious to Scott's inner turmoil. "Do you want to go fetch her for me? And I’ll take another drink if you're offering," she added with a cheeky giggle.
"Erm... sure thing, Em," Scott replied as he turned and stumbled slightly, catching himself just in time.
"And perhaps get yourself a glass of water while you’re at it, miss Lightweight," Emily joked. "It's not like you to get drunk before me."
"Must be the rehab," Scott quipped back, worried that he might have aroused suspicion in Emily. "Lowered my tolerance, I guess."
"That must be it," Emily agreed, watching as Scott tottered towards of the bedroom door, utterly convinced that the mincing bunny girl with the swishing pink ponytail and fluffy tail was her oldest friend Amy.
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Juancho Solis
Loving it!
