Yellow Lace TG

Jake had made a big mistake. A bet gone wrong, a stupid dare, and now he was standing in the middle of his college dorm’s common area, surrounded by a group of girls who were far too excited for what was about to happen.

"You lost, Jake," one of them, Natalie, grinned. "And we get to decide your punishment."

He had been so sure he would win the drinking contest. But here he was, wobbling slightly, the echo of cheap beer still clinging to his tongue, as they revealed his fate.

"You," said Ava, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously, "are going to be our little project. A full-body transformation. And I mean full."

Before he could protest, hands were on him, pulling him toward one of the girls’ dorm rooms. He stumbled inside, realizing too late that there was no way out of this. The door clicked shut behind him, and five girls surrounded him like hunters circling prey.

"Shirt off," Madison said, arms crossed.

He scoffed. "Like hell—"

Before he could finish, someone grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. His protests were ignored as they made quick work of his belt, shoes, and pants. Now, standing in just his boxers, he felt the cold air of the room prickle against his skin.

"Oh, honey, that hair is a mess," Lily cooed, running her fingers through his dark locks. "We’ll fix that."

His arms were seized, and before he knew it, he was shoved into a chair. A towel was wrapped around his shoulders, and the unmistakable scent of bleach filled his nostrils.

"Wait—what are you—"

"Shhh," Natalie hushed him, combing the strong-smelling mixture through his hair. "Blonde is your new color."

His scalp tingled, then burned slightly as the chemicals did their work. Meanwhile, Ava and Madison busied themselves with his body.

"Time to get rid of this manly fuzz," Ava grinned, shaking a bottle of hair removal cream.

"Stay still," Madison warned, smearing the cold cream over his arms, chest, and legs. Within minutes, they were wiping it away, leaving behind disturbingly smooth skin.

Jake clenched his jaw. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

"We need to shape those brows," Lily said, plucking a pair of tweezers from a makeup kit.

"No way," he started, but sharp pain shot through his forehead as she yanked the first hair.

"One down, a hundred more to go," she teased.

It was agonizing. Every pluck made his eyes water, and by the time she was done, his thick, masculine brows were gone—replaced by sleek, arched curves.

"Now for the real fun," Madison giggled, holding up a flesh-colored silicone bodysuit.

Jake's stomach dropped.

"You're kidding," he muttered.

"Nope," Natalie smirked. "We want curves, and this will give you an amazing figure."

Despite his struggling, they forced his arms into the tight sleeves, pulling the suit up over his torso. The material clung to him like a second skin, flattening his stomach and sculpting his chest into soft, perky mounds. His protests were drowned out by their laughter as they adjusted it, making sure the padded hips flared just right.

"You look so cute already," Lily smirked.

His humiliation only deepened as they glued press-on nails to his fingers, filing them into almond shapes before painting them a pastel yellow.

"You’re not complete without makeup," Ava declared, grabbing a foundation brush.

Despite his flinching, they expertly applied layers of foundation, blush, and contour. His lips were painted a soft pink, his lashes coated in thick mascara. When Madison stepped back, she clapped her hands.

"You’re perfect. Now for the finishing touch."

She held up a delicate yellow bodysuit, its lacy details practically glowing under the light.

"Oh, hell no," Jake muttered, backing up.

But they weren’t letting him escape. Within minutes, he was forced into the lingerie, the material hugging him uncomfortably close. The laced-up back was secured tightly, the straps along his thighs snug and unrelenting.

"Walk," Natalie ordered.

He hesitated.

"Or we’ll post pictures."

Gritting his teeth, he took a step, his balance thrown off by the padding and the unfamiliar sensation of the bodysuit clinging to him.

"Good girl," Lily teased.

He wanted to scream.

"You’re almost ready," Ava cooed, holding up a mirror.

Jake stared at his reflection, barely recognizing the person looking back at him. A blonde bombshell in delicate lingerie stood in his place, curves in all the right places, smooth legs, perfect makeup.

"You belong at a club," Madison grinned. "Actually… that’s a great idea."

His stomach dropped.

"Let’s go show you off," Natalie announced.

Jake swallowed hard. This night was only getting worse.