Chapter Two

As the morning sunlight beamed through the large windows of Britney’s luxury bedroom, she turned over, and her hand rested on a large fleshy mound. Britney opened her eyes and was greeted by the sexy mountainous chocolate-colored breasts of her bed companion. Britney couldn’t remember how last night ended, but it must have been a good night to be greeted by such a pleasurable sight this morning. “Mmm, and who are you?” She asked. Her eyes suddenly widened, and her hand clasped against her mouth. As she heard her sensual, high-pitched voice, yesterday’s events came flooding back to her.

Her real name wasn’t Britney, and she wasn’t a woman. No matter how hard she tried, Britney couldn’t remember or recite her old name or think of herself as a guy. That asshole truly did a number on her.

It wasn’t only Britney who got caught up in her rival’s game. She knew who this woman was lying next to her; in fact, it wasn’t a woman at all. The realization caused Britney to remove her well-manicured hand from the African-American’s chest immediately, and she screamed.

The ear-piercing shriek was enough to awaken the entire building, so it was no surprise when the sexy bimbo lying beside her suddenly jolted upright. As the black woman stared down at her heavy chest, she squealed out a shriek of her own.

The two busty blonds stared at each other in astonishment. Up until yesterday, Britney and Isaac had the world in the palm of their hands. Britney had mysteriously obtained the Christmas Wish App. A supernatural app that allowed her to make one wish a day, every day, until Christmas Day. Her genius friend, Isaac, had managed to dissect the source code and clone the app onto his phone. Since then, they had been transforming the college to fit their desires.

That stopped when Britney’s self-declared nemesis, Greg, hypnotized her and discovered what they had been up to. The next thing Britney knew, she woke up looking like a teenage boy’s wet dream, unable to recite her male name or even think of herself as a man. She was now a woman named Britney.

Britney stared at her feminized friend in awe. The sight of the gorgeous busty woman lying in bed with her was beginning to turn her on, a sensation that felt alien to her since her penis was removed. “Ugh, Isaac, that’s you, right? You were turned into a woman, too?” The pale-skinned bimbo asked.

“Uh huh,” her friend replied. “Well, not all of me.” Isaac pulled the bedsheets away to reveal his crotch. Whereas every inch of his body resembled a surgically enhanced porn star, his formerly impressive cock remained, except it was now a fraction of its previous size, and it was locked away in a tiny pink plastic cage.

“Oh my god,” Britney exclaimed. “We need to do something. We need to make this right!” She reached over for her phone and loaded up the wishing app. She attempted to make a wish to reverse her predicament, but she found herself unable to type. A thought appeared in her mind, reminding her that Greg had not yet given her permission to make a wish. “That bastard!” She complained.

As if on cue, Britney’s bedroom door opened, and her hated nemesis stepped into the room. Instinctively, the blond picked up the bed sheet to cover her naked chest, which elicited a laugh from her fellow student. “Oh, no need to cover up just for me,” he remarked. “Go ahead and drop the sheet.”

Britney’s hand immediately released the sheet, allowing it to fall on the bed. When she was tranced, one of Britney’s wishes was for Greg to become her boyfriend. Isaac had made a previous wish, compelling all women to follow their boyfriend’s commands. At the time, Britney laughed off the misogynistic wish, but she now realized how damaging the wish could be.

“Much better,” Greg commented before stepping towards the king-sized bed. He looked the African-American bimbo up and down and nodded approvingly. “You are looking fine this morning, Isaac. You truly did a number on yourself, didn’t you?” He teased.

Isaac glared at him with his new vacant sky-blue eyes. “Screw you!” He spat out with a venomous intent that didn’t quite match his sexy, sweet tone. He didn’t have any compulsion to follow Greg’s orders, so he pulled his bed sheet up to hide his new assets.

Greg sat on the edge of the bed. Britney had a desire to attack him, but she decided she wasn’t in the best position to start a fistfight. She needed to play this smart. “Now, you both need to understand that how you abused those wishes was abhorrent, and that kind of abhorrence requires punishment.”

Britney shuddered. She was definitely being punished right now. She tried to reason with her nemesis. “You are right. We went a little too far,” she pleaded. “But if you just allow us to change back, we will reverse everything and use our remaining wishes for good.”

Greg laughed. He reached out to stroke the blond’s head, but she pulled back. “Ohh, sweet Britney. I wish I could trust you.” He spoke with a condescending tone. “But I am going to give you permission to use your powers again,” his words sparked a moment of hope inside the transformed men. “With a few conditions, of course.”

Britney didn’t like the idea of Greg imposing rules on her. Still, surely it was better than the predicament she currently found herself in. “You can use your wishes however you like, but you are only allowed to use your wishes on each other, and you are not allowed to change each other back into men.” Britney raised a thinly arched eyebrow. Where was he going with this? She thought.

“You are also not allowed to make each other unaware of your wishes; that would be cheating.” Greg chuckled. “The big party you organized for last night has been rearranged for Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve, there will be a contest to decide which of you is the most convincing bimbo.” Britney heard Isaac let out a soft gasp. “The contest winner will remain as she is, whereas the loser may use their final wish on whatever they desire, including transforming themselves in whichever way they like.” He grinned, setting the high stakes price intended to pit the two friends against each other.

“No way!” Isaac screamed out to break the awkward silence. “Brit- Noah and I are brothers. Nothing you can say will change that. We refuse to play your dumb little game!” Britney was unnerved that the sound of her male name sounded utterly alien to her.

Greg laughed again, “Brothers? That’s a cute choice of words.” He replied, staring the two well-endowed women up and down. “It doesn’t matter to me whether you use your wishes or not. We will be having the contest regardless.” He folded his arms. “You have ten days until the party. Let’s see how much self-control you have when your manhood is on the line.” He smirked and stood up. “I’ll leave you alone. Let’s hope you become better people when this is all said and done.”

Britney silently glared at her rival as he left. He had transformed them into cheap bimbos, and he had the gall to take the moral high ground? She peered over at Isaac, and they both gave each other a troubled look. How were they going to turn this around?

❖

Britney slammed the front door shut and let out a frustrated cry. Why was the entire campus filled with horny college boys? She had decided that she couldn’t keep herself couped up at home for ten days, and with it being a Sunday, she figured the college grounds would be quieter than a weekday. Within 5 minutes of leaving the house, she knew she had made a mistake.

Men had catcalled her, flirted with her, groped her ass, and propositioned her on multiple occasions. She rued the wish she had made a month ago, ensuring that sexual harassment complaints were never taken seriously. This single wish had emboldened perverted men to pursue women more aggressively and bring back an age where sexual harassment was commonplace. As a man, Britney had never seen an issue with what she believed was harmless flirting, but her viewpoint was shattered in just ten minutes of being in the body of the opposite gender.

She wore a baggy navy blue college hoodie with a pair of denim jeans. She needed to create a hole in one of her belts to ensure it held the oversized pants up. The blond stepped over to the kitchen and found a letter addressed to her on the dining table.

Isaac had heard the door slam and left his room to investigate. He wore a full-length royal green dressing gown, tied up and trying its best to disguise the mammoth breasts that sat high on his chest. He saw his feminized friend stare at the letter before a subtle grin crossed her pouty lips. “What’s up?” Isaac questioned.

Britney glanced up at her friend, “Ohh, I just received another A grade in Environmental Behavior Studies,” she replied. “I’ve never even attended a class. It was definitely one of my best wishes.”

Isaac’s face contorted into a frown. He had always been studious and believed modern culture was dumbing down society and rewarding mediocrity. Britney’s wish to be awarded straight A’s without working for it irritated the Computer Science major. “Ugh. You know you can just attend the classes and learn something instead.” He retorted.

Britney narrowed her eyes. Isaac had already made his opinion known, but she found it rich watching her African American friend take the moral high ground. “Excuse me, didn’t you pretty much do the exact same thing?” She bit back.

“That was different, and you know it!” Isaac shouted. It was true that he had wished to improve his grades, but the genius wanted to benefit from the subject matter as well. He had made a wish that it would become extremely easy for him to pay attention in class and that skipping any classes would make him incredibly anxious. Isaac thought of the wish as a motivational tool more than cheating. He still needed to learn the material, after all.

Britney shook her blond-haired head. “Just admit it, you’re a damn hypocrite.” She argued. “You’re just jealous that I don’t need to work for my grades, and you have to slave away all semester. I guess you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

Isaac clenched his fists. His blood was boiling. How dare his friend question his commitment to the pursuit of knowledge. He pulled his phone out and loaded the wishing app. If he had taken a moment to think about it, he would have slipped the phone back into his pocket. However, he angrily typed a new wish. If Britney wanted all those A grades, she would need to start working for them.

>Sunday 15th December 2024: I wish Britney Hutchings would do whatever it takes to earn her A grades.

Isaac wasn’t even sure what the wish meant, but it would definitely help his friend become a better student. In his wrath, he pointed his phone at his feminized friend and showed her the new wish.

Britney parted her naturally glossed lips and gasped. That bastard had used a wish on her. “What the fuck?!” She screamed, knocking the phone out of her friend’s hand and furiously storming to her bedroom.

Britney locked her door and sat angrily on her bed. The more she thought about her roommate’s actions, the more infuriated she felt. She scanned for her own phone and picked it up from her bedside table. Angrily typing on her phone, “The asshole is so proud of his studies, let’s see how he likes a change of program.” She muttered to herself, staring back at the text on the screen.

>Sunday 15th December 2024: I wish Isaac Owens majored in Bimbo Studies.

Of course, such a course didn’t actually exist, and Britney had no idea how the app would interpret her wish. Still, a smile crossed her cute face when the wish was accepted. That will teach him to mess with me, she thought.

❖

“Son of a bitch!” Britney heard Isaac screaming as she left her bedroom and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. Isaac was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. “What did you wish last night?” He stared up at his friend, his naturally dark, plush, inviting lips parted slightly.

Britney shrugged it off and started pouring herself a bowl of cereal. “I don’t know what you mean,” she answered unconvincingly.

“Look at my schedule!” Isaac exclaimed, “I have classes in dancing and flirting. My first lecture this morning is called Makeup Application 101!” She cried out.

Britney sat at the dining table with her bowl. Internally, she was amused but tried to keep a straight face. “So?” She asked. “Those subjects sound about right for you.”

Isaac glared at his blond friend. “Do you find it funny?” he screamed. “Later in the week, I have classes in foreplay and blowjob mastery!”

The former computer science major’s last comment caused Britney to spit out her cereal as she found herself unable to hold back the laughter. “I guess that will teach you not to use your wishes in anger. Two can play at that game.”

Isaac squeezed his phone. He was tempted to retaliate, but he was smart enough to understand this was Greg’s plan all along. He wanted the two to become the architects of their own downfall, and Isaac wasn’t planning on falling for it.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” The busty, dark-skinned blond said, “I’m not attending those classes. There is no way in hell…” Before he completed the sentence, Isaac felt a deep unease grow inside his stomach. He began feeling more anxious and claustrophobic. His previous wish had started to kick in, and he knew at that moment that he would have no choice but to attend the classes. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed before furiously walking to his bedroom to prepare for the day. Britney continued to eat her breakfast, amused at the scene playing out in front of her.

❖

Britney strolled through the main campus courtyard on her way to her afternoon’s lecture. While she wasn’t required to attend any actual classes or hand in any real work to obtain her A-grades, she still enjoyed attending the occasional class. She usually only visited the lectures held by teachers she was attracted to or if she wanted to hit on a potential new conquest.

She was on her way to one such class when a hand gripped her shoulder. Groaning, she figured it was another jerk wanting to ask her out on a date. She was surprised to turn around and find her Environmental Behavior Studies lecturer, Professor Tom Anders, smiling back at her.

Professor Anders was an old-fashioned tenured professor who believed in strict discipline and rarely gave his students an A grade. Britney used to have nightmares about lessons with the Professor before the fateful wish permitted him to receive top grades without having to see Professor Ander’s middle-aged face again.

“Uhmm, Professor,” Britney stuttered. “Is everything okay?” The way the Professor was staring at the blond unnerved her. She was wearing the baggy hoodie for the second day in a row. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her hair was a frazzled mess. She still looked gorgeous, but her appearance was as understated as she could possibly make it.

“Yes, yes,” the Professor replied. “Everything is fine, Britney. I was wondering if you saw your latest grade.”

Britney felt a nervousness build inside her. “Uhm, yes, Professor. I appreciate the grade. Thank you very much,” she acknowledged.

Professor Anders paused momentarily, rubbing his chin. “Well, you see. I have reviewed our attendance records and noticed your attendance had fallen below the appropriate grading criteria. I am afraid I will need to nullify the grade.”

Britney groaned, but she would happily accept the nullified grade if it meant she could escape this conversation. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Professor. Is there anything I could do to get my grade back?” She slowly ran her long, manicured finger along his arm. “Like, anything?” Britney was horrified. Where did those actions come from? Her mind immediately thought back to Isaac’s wish last night.

Professor Anders’s face looked appalled at her veiled suggestion until he looked the blond up and down again. “Well,” he spoke with a tone that punched Britney in the gut. “I don’t usually bend the rules for students. However, we could perhaps find some common ground on this occasion.” He grinned at her. “Perhaps if you follow me.” He didn’t wait for her response and headed toward the Psychology building. Before Britney could run in the opposite direction, she found her legs following him closely behind.

Britney trailed behind the well-dressed brunette lecturer until the man opened a door and invited her inside. Once inside the room, Professor Anders closed the door and turned on the light, revealing a cramped cleaning cupboard. “We shouldn’t be disturbed in here,” the Professor said casually, unzipping his pants. “If you don’t want to attend my lectures, I’m sure that pretty mouth knows how to make things right.”

Brittney’s legs suddenly felt weak, and she dropped to her knees and stared hopelessly at the expectant teacher. Her feminine hands fished out the man’s cock, and her plump lips immediately pressed against the flesh as though she was kissing it. Britney gagged internally, but her face showed no sign of dissatisfaction. She gently parted her perfectly designed cocksucking lips and wrapped them around Professor Anders’s hardening member.

The Professor gripped a handful of the blond’s messy hair and encouraged her to take him deeper, controlling her rhythm. Britney was astounded to find her gag reflex had disappeared entirely, allowing her to take his dick down her throat. She groaned at the smell of his groin when her nose pressed against his pubic hair, and her eyes widened as she was forced to hold her breath when the Professor kept her head in place.

When he finally allowed her to push back, a stream of drool connected her lips with the head of the man’s cock. She continued to pleasure him, feeling his cock twitch the closer he came to orgasm. Britney had never tasted cum before, and judging by the look on the faces of her previous girlfriends’, it was not a taste she was going to enjoy. Nonetheless, Professor Anders groaned and pushed the blond’s head down as he exploded in her inviting mouth, his cum streaming down the back of her throat.

“Mmm, good girl,” he complimented her condescendingly. “Swallow it all.” And with that command, she did. Once the teacher had finished, he slipped out of the bimbo’s mouth, slipping his cock back inside his pants. Britney had just finished swallowing his seed when the man spoke up again. “Congratulations on that A grade. I’ll be seeing you again,” and the Professor opened the door, leaving the kneeling blond alone to contemplate what she had just done.

❖

“You asshole!” Britney exclaimed the moment she stepped foot inside her luxury dorm apartment. She parted her lips to insult her roommate further when the sight before her caused her to pause. “Ugh, what are you doing, dude?” She asked in bemusement.

Isaac sat at the dining table staring into a small circular cosmetic mirror, carefully applying mascara to his eyelashes. Once he had finished, he scowled at his friend. “What am I doing?” He repeated in frustration. “I have to practice applying eye makeup for an hour tonight as part of my Makeup Application module.” He stared deeply into his eyes as though he was appraising his work. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault?” The pale-skinned blond retorted. “You started it with that dumb wish. I just spent the last half an hour with a cock in my mouth because of that stupid wish!” Britney raced to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water as if her words were returning memories of the taste.

“So what? I spent all day learning how to apply makeup and how to fold a bedsheet correctly,” Isaac replied. “During my last lecture, I learned how to wrap a condom around a banana using only my mouth!” The African-American blond noticed how she was still examining her work in the mirror and pushed the reflective surface away in frustration. “You deserved what you got.”

Britney narrowed her eyes and cried in anger. She slipped her phone out of her pants pocket. “I deserve what I got?” She asked. “Well, I guess you’ll be deserving of this…” She angrily retorted while activating the Christmas Wish App.

“No!” Isaac squealed, racing to his feet and holding his hand out. His fingernails were perfectly polished in a glittery red shade. “This is what he wants!”

Britney paused, looking back at her friend curiously. Isaac continued, “Don’t you understand? Greg is expecting us to turn on each other. That’s how he is planning to teach us a lesson.” The feminized, dark-skinned man slowly approached his friend and carefully pried the phone from her hands. “We need to stick together if we are going to get through this.” He said reassuringly.

Britney’s head dropped. Isaac was right. He was always the most intelligent person in the room; even his Bimbo Studies major didn’t change that fact. “Yeah, you’re right.” She admitted. “So, what now?”

Isaac breathed easier, knowing his life wasn’t going to suddenly change over a poorly thought-out wish. “We need to promise each other that we won’t use our wishes against the other.” He started. “I’ll figure out how we can escape this. Just leave it to me.”

Isaac’s words calmed Britney, and she smiled, softly nodding in agreement. They needed to work together if they had any chance of returning to their old bodies.

❖

One Week Later

A week had passed since the transformed duo had made their pact, and they had kept their word. Isaac had spent the last few days hidden away in his room researching magic-based fables, attempting to find clues on how to reverse their fortunes. He probably would have had better luck if he hadn’t been required to spend so much of his time on the constant stream of homework assignments he had been given. His wish forced him to provide a total commitment to his college classes had come back to haunt him.

His ‘Bimbo Fashion’ class required him to demonstrate his new wardrobe at all times. Even in the privacy of his own bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed reading a ‘Bimbo Fundamentals’ textbook, he was wearing a white low-cut PVC long-sleeved blouse. The top showed off the African American’s bountiful cleavage to maximum effect. He wore a short thigh-length pleated red and black tartan schoolgirl skirt, topped off with a pair of white knee-high socks and 4” patent black stiletto heels. His deportment class assignments made it mandatory to wear shoes with a minimum 4” heel.

He was jealous of Britney. While his dedication to his new course had slowly altered his style, his busty blond roommate still wore oversized t-shirts and baggy pants to hide her curvaceous assets. However, the psychology major had her own difficulties. Over the past week, she had been trading her A grades for sexual favors. Even her female lecturers seemed happy with the new arrangement. Britney had actually started attending classes to avoid needing to earn her grade another way.

There was a knock on Isaac’s bedroom door, and the blond sighed; he didn’t want to talk to his roommate. The door opened. Isaac peered up and jumped to his feet when he noticed the brunette man creeping into his room. “Urgh, what do you want, Greg?” Isaac snapped.

“Don’t you look nice,” Greg commented, folding his arm and admiring the blond woman before him.

Isaac scowled at him, heading towards the door, but Greg took hold of his wrist. The feminized man yanked his arm back. “Whatever you want, I’m not interested. You’re not going to turn Britney and me against each other.”

Greg chuckled, retrieving his phone from his pocket. “Fair enough,” he said nonchalantly, absently scrolling through his phone. “I guess Britney has you exactly where she wants you.”

Isaac instantly paused. He sighed before turning his pigtailed head back towards the smug psychology student. “What do you mean?” He questioned.

Greg knew he had the African American’s attention. “He might not be using his wishes on you anymore, but the damage has already been done. Honestly, it was a genius wish; with every class you attend, you become more and more like your bimbo self. You are sure to win the contest in a few days.”

Isaac clenched his fists. Part of him agreed with Greg and desperately wanted revenge, but the reasonable part knew precisely what Greg’s game was. “Nice try,” he retorted, folding his arms under his impressive breasts. “You won’t make me turn on my friend.”

Greg tossed his phone over to the blond. “Perhaps this will change your mind,” the brunette man commented as Isaac stared at the screen; it was a video. He grimaced as his ex-girlfriend appeared on the screen, ecstatically screaming in pleasure as she was riding an unknown man’s cock.

“What is this?!” Isaac furiously asked the grinning man. It wasn’t long before he discovered the truth as the camera panned onto Noah’s bespectacled face, his eyes rolling up into his head as he climaxed inside the screaming woman. Even worse, the scene occurred in Isaac’s dorm room bed. “Wha- How?! How did you get this?!” the blond was hyperventilating.

“She has taken you for a fool,” Greg folded his arms again. “She is slowly transforming you into a bimbo, and she slept with your ex right under your nose.” Greg knew he had gotten through to the feminized man. This was going to be fun, he thought. “Time is running out if you desire revenge.”

“Revenge?” The transformed blond’s blood was boiling, and his heart was racing. “I’m going to kill her!” Isaac screeched, tottering towards the phone on his bedside table, walking expertly in the tall heels on his feet. He opened the wish app and began typing furiously. “This will show that piece of shit!”

>Saturday 21st December 2024: I wish Britney Hutchings could only speak and dress like a total bimbo.

Greg couldn’t read what Isaac had written, but the look on the heavily made-up bimbo’s face told him he was going to be satisfied with the results. The brunette rubbed his hands together. “Let the games begin,” he laughed before heading out. His job here was done.

❖

Isaac waited patiently on the plush living room sofa, watching some trashy TV to pass the time. His patience was eventually rewarded when the front door opened, and a delightful sight entered the apartment. Those baggy sweatpants and white turtleneck sweater Britney left the building wearing had disappeared. Her outfit now matched the bimbo contours of her body.

Britney didn’t appear pleased with her current look. Her smoky eyes narrowed with fire. She tottered towards her roommate. “Omigawd, like, what did you even do to me?!” Isaac struggled to contain himself when he heard the sweet bimbo dialect coming from his ‘friends’ mouth. It was perfect.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He lied.

Britney stomped her high-heeled foot. “Like, I was literally strolling down the street, when outta nowhere my outfit like, totally turned into this, like, totally cray-cray ensemble. It was, like, so not cool, I couldn’t even.” She screamed. Isaac had trouble translating the silly bimbo speech, and Britney’s confused expression told him she had trouble understanding herself. “Like, why am I like, totally talking like this? Ugh!”

Isaac couldn’t help himself and began giggling hysterically at the stereotypical bimbo standing before him. Her hair was tied in a tall ponytail, with a sparkly purple ribbon keeping her locks in place. A matching glittery purple choker wrapped around her neck, and two plastic hoop earrings decorated either side of her head. Her perfectly shaped body was encased in a strapless purple PVC minidress, her impressive fake breasts almost spilling out. Black fishnet stockings highlighted her sensual legs, topped off with 4” purple stiletto pumps.

Isaac stopped laughing in an instant and glared at the purple-clad bimbo. “I know, Britney,” he said coldly. “I know all about you and Lana!” He pushed a long fingernail into Britney’s chest.

The blond, pale-skinned bimbo stood bemused. “Oh my god, like, what are you even saying right now?” She replied with her valley girl cadence. The tone of her words caused her to grimace.

“You know!” Isaac retorted, letting his anger run loose. “And this is your punishment. Enjoy your new life, bitch!” Isaac trotted back to his room, leaving Britney to stew on the impact of his words.

Isaac had used a wish on her, even after they promised not to use the app on each other. Britney was dumbfounded. She fumbled around in her new purple clutch bag for her phone. Tapping away with her newly painted fingernails. “Like, omg, like, two can totally play at that game, for sure!” Her new dialect encouraged her to retaliate even more.

>Saturday 21st December 2024: I wish Isaac Owens could only refer to himself as a woman named Destiny.

With her wish made, Britney headed to bed. She needed to take this ridiculous getup off, and she couldn’t wait to see the impact of her wish in the morning; this was war.

❖

When Britney awoke, it was still dark. She turned to her alarm clock and groaned when she saw the time: 6:00 a.m. Why was she up so early? She turned over to head back to sleep, but something gnawed at her in her mind. She needed to get up.

Absently rising, Britney headed to her freshly transformed closet and slipped on a casual yellow strappy sundress with a plunging neckline. She stepped into her matching yellow 5” stilettos and headed for the living room.

The blond was disgusted at how messy the apartment was. She had never cared much if there was a little dust on the coffee table, but the state of the room made her heart race. Britney began dusting the common areas by picking up a feather duster she never remembered owning. She worked on cleaning the living room and kitchen before she moved into the bathroom. Once she was confident the dorm was sparkling clean, it was 7:30.

The yellow-clad bimbo returned to the kitchen and began rummaging through the drawers. She had never been much of a cook. She was used to ordering takeout or tasting her roommates’ cooking, but today, her body knew exactly what it was doing.

Twenty minutes later, a delicious aroma filled the area, making the blond hungrier than ever. She had prepared a full English breakfast on a large plate with a tower of pancakes on the side. She placed the freshly made food on the dining table.

As if on cue, Britney’s ebony-skinned roommate appeared, heading directly for the kitchen and sitting in front of the freshly prepared food. Britney opened her sexy mouth to retort but promptly closed it again. Of course, the food was made for Destiny.

Britney shook her free-flowing blond hair. What had she done? She had spent the last two hours cleaning the apartment and cooking for her damn roommate and nothing felt off. “OMG, you like totally made another wish, didn’t you?” She exclaimed.

Destiny smiled before engulfing a fork full of bacon. She appreciated Britney’s homemaker style. “I just thought you needed domesticating a little,” she responded, sliding her phone towards her roommate, displaying her latest wish. “After your latest wish, I stayed up until midnight to make a new wish of my own. That gave me plenty of time to think about what you needed.”

Britney was dumbfounded. She stared at the words displayed on Destiny’s screen.

>Sunday 22nd December 2024: I wish Britney Hutchings would always act like the perfect trophy bimbo around the men in her life.

Her beautiful blue eyes widened. This was escalating fast. Before Britney could retort, she noticed her roommate had finished her glass of orange juice. Britney promptly tottered towards Destiny and picked up her glass, topping it up with a fresh serving of orange juice. The blond let out an audible cry in frustration once she regained control of her body. “This doesn’t even make sense. You don’t even, like, look like a man.”

Destiny chuckled and took another bite of her breakfast. “That’s true. Honestly, I didn’t expect all of this this morning.” She paused to take another bite. “But I guess your brain knows that I still have a cock between my legs and has classified me as a man in your life. I don’t mind.” She chuckled.

Britney slammed down the jug of orange juice. Her cheeks blushed in fury, although her heavy makeup disguised it well. She sauntered over to her phone in the living room. “OMG, like, I am, like, so over you!” she exclaimed in frustration. Unlocking her phone, she loaded up the app. Destiny stood up but knew she wouldn’t reach the blond in time. “Like, if I’m gonna be, like, the housewifey here, then, like, you’ll totally be the working girl.”

>Sunday 22nd December 2024: I wish Destiny Owens was totally money-oriented. She will do anything for a few bucks.

Destiny felt a tremendous shudder run through her spine. She knew that something had changed, but she couldn’t pinpoint her finger on what it was. “What did you do?” She asked cautiously, sitting back down.

Britney giggled and skipped over to the breakfast table. “Ohh, like, just doing something to, like, help you become, like, the breadwinner, y’know?” She blabbered out in her new valley girl dialect. The yellow-clad blond placed a $10 bill on the table and slid it toward her roommate. “Like, I’m totally gonna give you this $10 if you like, masturbate right here in front of me.”

Destiny’s bright blue eyes widened in astonishment. Had Britney lost her damn mind? “Are you crazy? There’s no way in hell I’m..” The African-American blond went silent as she witnessed her hand creeping across the table and grabbing the ten-dollar bill. She slid it into the generous cleavage of her red satin nightgown before her other hand instinctively lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist. Spreading her legs, Destiny revealed her formerly impressive cock locked away in a miniature chastity cage. “OK, seriously. What did you wish for?!” She demanded as her well-manicured hand began attempting to stroke the caged cock.

Britney giggled joyously as she witnessed her former friend frustratingly trying to masturbate in front of her. “Oh my gosh, like, totally nothing. I just heard that you would, like, literally do anything for a dollar bill. You’re, like, totally a slut.”

Destiny continued to stroke her imprisoned cock, although the unforgiving plastic cage made it impossible for her to climax. She stared helplessly down, but her mammoth cleavage obstructed the view of her actions. “Make it stop!” She cried out in desperation.

Britney bit her plump lower lip, enjoying the show and the fact that she finally got the upper hand on her genius roommate. “OK, like, you can stop,” she finally relented. Destiny wasted no time pulling her night dress back down and racing back to her bedroom in humiliation. Britney smiled. She was confident Destiny would be crowned the biggest bimbo at the party. However, there was one more wish she could make to guarantee the correct result. She giggled; Destiny was not going to like this.

❖

Destiny spent the entire day locked away in her bedroom. The busty, dark-skinned bimbo was smart enough to realize how dangerous Britney’s last wish was. The ditsy-talking blond could effectively compel Destiny to do anything she wanted just by offering her money. The African-American was taking no chances. She used a metal wire coat hanger to lock her door shut. She turned off her phone and kept plugs in her ears. She was not going to be tricked into acting like a shameless slut and ruin her chances of changing back at the party.

Destiny never even left her room for lunch or dinner. She would rather go a couple of days hungry than risk a lifetime in this ridiculous plastic-filled body. She survived the day and headed to bed early, ensuring her door was secured, and her ears were effectively plugged before she nodded off.

When she awoke, she glanced at her bedside clock and gasped. With her ears plugged, she could not hear her alarm and slept in until 11 am. She groaned as her stomach rumbled after 24 hours of starvation, and knew she needed to eat something.

After slipping on a light pink tank top and white pleated miniskirt, Destiny carefully untangled the coat hanger and peered out of her door; there was silence. She tiptoed from her room toward the open-plan kitchen, hoping to grab a quick snack and scurry back to her bedroom.

Destiny parted her plump lips when she discovered the full breakfast spread on the dining room table, much like the morning before. Britney’s compulsion to clean and cook for the men in her life must have forced her to make Destiny breakfast this morning, even if the African-American wasn’t around to enjoy it.

Destiny licked her lips as the faint smell of pancakes hit her nostrils; she was in luck. Carefully, she crept into the dining room and picked up the plate of pancakes. “Well, hello there.” Before the dark-skinned woman could slink away, she heard a masculine voice address her from the couch in the living room. Destiny stared in the direction of the voice and felt her blood boil with rage. Harvey Burns, her high school rival and the man who slept with her long-term girlfriend, was sitting casually on the sofa in her apartment. Britney was seated beside him with a wide grin on her bimbo face; Destiny knew something was wrong.

Rage overpowered her common sense, and she marched over towards the pair. “Babe, what the fuck are you doing here?” Babe? That wasn’t what she intended to say at all, and her words lacked the furious venom she had intended. What had that bitch done to her now.

“You were right, Britney,” Harvey replied. “She looks fantastic.” He stood up and examined the curvaceous bimbo. Destiny’s rival placed his hands on the contours of her fake breasts and ran his hand along her shapely dark torso.

Destiny shuddered. His touch felt good on her skin. In fact, it felt amazing. She narrowed her eyes and glared down at her bimbo roommate. “OK, what the fuck did you do this time?”

Britney giggled again, watching her former friend being manhandled and groped by Destiny’s arch nemesis. Britney found herself talking and dressing like a vapid slut because her roommate got involved with Britney’s own nemesis. This was Britney’s revenge. “Like, I totally knew you and Harvey were, like, not vibing and stuff, and I was, like, so not cool with that. So, like, I totally wished that you would, like, become his super-loving girlfriend. Isn’t that, like, just so totally adorbs?” She giggled. Britney hated talking like a dumb bimbo, but it would only be for another day if she played her cards right.

Harvey had found Destiny’s nipples under her top. He squeezed them sensually, eliciting an unwanted moan of pleasure from the black bimbo’s mouth. He grinned before planting a slow, sensual kiss on her large, enticing lips. Destiny’s eyes widened in shock, but her mouth responded to the kiss in kind. Harvey broke the kiss and stared into his defeated former rival’s eyes. “You look far more appropriate like this. I’m still unhappy with what you did to Lana, but we can discuss that later.” Destiny shuddered; the bitch got what she deserved, she thought.

Britney crossed her legs and silently enjoyed the scene playing out before her. It wasn’t often that Destiny was stunned into silence, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. “I have to take care of a few things,” Harvey said, finally releasing his ‘girlfriend’s’ nipples. “I’ll be back tonight with your outfit for the party tomorrow. Britney tells me you have a contest to win.” He winks back at the seated blond before giving Destiny another kiss. He smacked her ass playfully before heading out of the apartment.

The moment the transformed students were left alone, Destiny felt like herself again. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her hands trembled with anger. “You son of a bitch!” She scowed at the pretty blond smiling back at her. “You crossed a line with that one!”

“Crossed a line?” Britney retorted, “Like, just like…” She froze as Destiny whipped her phone out and furiously began typing a command. The seated bimbo felt a shudder run down her spine and knew her genius roommate had changed her. “Like, what did you wish for?” She asked. Whatever it was, there was no way Destiny could top Britney’s own wishes. The African American’s frown turned into a satisfied smile. She turned her phone around to show Britney the text displayed in the wish app.

>Monday 23rd December 2024: I wish Britney Hutchings was extremely gullible and instantly believed anything she was told.

Britney’s plush lips gaped open as she read the text. There was no way that wish could stick. Regardless, she knew she needed to do something fast. Britney reached for her clutch bag and pulled out a $1 bill. “Destiny, I’ll totally give you this dollar bill if you, like…”

The babbling bimbo was cut off by Destiny’s stern words. “Britney, offering me money will turn you blind. Didn’t you know that?” She smiled back at her roommate.

Britney shut up immediately? Was that true? She definitely didn’t want to go blind. She groaned out in frustration. It was just her luck that the best way to defeat her bothersome roommate would also make her blind.

Destiny’s grin grew wider. She couldn’t believe that wish worked so perfectly. She could see the gears turning in Britney’s mind before the gullible blond ultimately decided not to offer Destiny any money. This was her best chance to leave tomorrow’s party a free man, and she didn’t intend to waste the opportunity. “Now, let’s talk about this party tomorrow. There are some things you need to know.” Britney helplessly listened to her roommate intently.

❖

Destiny tugged on the hem of her tiny dress and picked up the serving tray filled with beers. The Christmas party was in full swing, and she was the center of attention. She took the tray and headed toward the Christmas-decorated living room where the three contest judges were waiting.

Greg had handpicked the judges personally. They were all men who had suffered collateral damage during the duo’s magical power trip. Greg thought it was apt that they would be the ones deciding Britney and Destiny’s fate.

Destiny sauntered over to the trio with a seductive wiggle in her hips. Her ‘boyfriend’ delivered her party outfit last night, which certainly kept everyone’s attention. Her platinum blond hair was kept tidy by a red headband with white trimmings tied into a big bow. Her neck was encased by a leather choker, closely resembling a collar. The choker tightly fit around her throat and displayed the name ‘Destiny’ across the front.

Her dress was humiliating. The half-cup red ‘Mrs Claus’ dress showed off most of Destiny’s massive breasts, with two thin straps running over her shoulders to keep the dress from falling. Two jingle bells were nestled between the cups, ensuring they rang joyously every time she moved. The dress tapered in at her waist with an invisible corset before flaring out just below her plump ass cheeks. The top and bottom hem of the dress were decorated with white trimmings. She wore red full-arm-length gloves to match her dress, with more jingle bells running down the sleeves. Her legs adorned a pair of red fishnet stockings, and her feet were encased in 6” strappy platform stilettos.

Her face showed off the results of Destiny’s makeup classes, with various shades of red decorating her eyelids. Her lashes were dark and long, and her eyes were lined with a sexy black winged appearance. The red blush showed off her cheeks, and the glittery red gloss on her lips made them appear even more prominent than before. If a man could resist staring at Destiny’s cleavage, he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from her painted lips.

“Here are your beers, Sir,” Destiny caught herself saying. She bent at the waist, giving everyone behind her a clear view of her red g-string and plump bare ass cheeks. She lowered the tray, and each judge took a glass from it. “Is there anything else I can get you, Sirs?” Destiny shuddered. Her new ‘boyfriend’, Harvey, had commanded her to wait on the judges throughout the party and happily provide whatever they needed. Thanks to a previous wish Destiny had made, she was compelled to follow her boyfriend’s orders. It was a wish she now deeply regretted.

“Actually, there was someth- Whoa…” One of the judges started to speak before his attention lingered elsewhere. Destiny turned to discover what had caught the young man’s attention, and a subtle smirk crossed her lips. Britney had arrived.

The women scanning the room looked like the ultimate image of femininity. Her long platinum blond hair was tied into two tall pigtails, held in place by adorable pink bows. A series of shimmering gold necklaces wrapped around her neck, matching the pretty gold earrings hanging from her lobes. Her creamy shoulders were bare, and her perfectly round breasts were wrapped inside the girliest dress anyone had ever seen. It was pink and shimmered in the light. A gold jewel was held between the cups, with gold trimming running along the curvature of her breasts. The dress was extremely low cut, and a fluffy white trimming gave off a festive vibe. The dress hugged her slim, carefully molded body and flowed to her mid-thigh. A similarly festive white fluffy trim lined along the lower hem. The taut hem forced the woman to take small, mincing steps in her impractical heels. She was wearing a pair of glittery pink 7” stiletto sandals with no platform, pushing her onto her tiptoes. A small padlock presented over each of the shoe buckles completed the look.

If Destiny’s makeup looked too slutty, Britney’s face screamed ‘bimbo’. Her long, dark eyelashes curled dramatically, giving her a permanently surprised expression. A glittery blush surrounded her cheeks, and her full, inviting lips were painted a glossy, luminous candy pink.

Destiny chuckled and approached the bimbo. “Wow, you look great. You are for sure going to win this contest,” she encouraged the woman.

Britney smiled nervously. “You think?” She questioned, “Like thanks!”

Destiny bit her plump, red lower lip. She may have told Britney a few false tales last night. She had told Britney that she had misunderstood the rules of the contest. She told her the aim of the competition was to become the biggest bimbo. She said the only chance Britney had of returning to her old body was to convince the judges that no one was a greater bimbo than her. The suggestions worked like a charm, and the naive blond immediately went to work on preparing her outfit.

“There is just one more task to seal the deal,” Destiny continued. Britney felt a lump in her throat. She had always hated performing the act, but it was worth it if it would place her back in her old body. She nodded her pigtailed head and tottered towards the judges, with a distinctive sway in her hips as she walked. Destiny folded her arms in satisfaction as she watched the bimbo step away.

The judges perked up when they saw the blond bimbo bombshell approach. One of the men instantly adjusted his pants to hide his developing erection. “Hiya, boys,” Britney said with a sickly sweet tone. “I, like, totally don’t have anything to suck on at the moment. Do you mind if I, like, play with you guys?” The men slowly nodded in unison, and the blond displayed a wide, fake smile. “Ohh, goodie!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees and unbuckling the first judge’s pants. She wrapped her alluring, bright pink lips around his shaft and started blowing him in the middle of her living room.

Destiny grinned, watching her roommate service the judges. Her smile dropped when she felt a hand wrap around her waist. “Mmm, aren’t you a clever one, babe?” Harvey said, dressed in a navy blue shirt and black suit pants. “Maybe you will leave here a man again, after all.”

“Ruff rrrruffff!” A yelping growl stole Destiny’s attention and she glanced down at the naked woman on all fours beside her ‘boyfriend’. The brunette woman’s hair was separated into pigtails with red ribbons. She was ‘standing’ on her elbows and knees as though invisible bindings were forcing her to bend her arms and legs. A fluffy brunette tail protruded from a plug inside her ass. There was a bone-shaped gag loosely hanging around her neck. Finally, she wore a red spiked collar around her neck with the name ‘Lana’ displayed on a dog tag. Lana’s tongue loosely hung from her mouth as she panted up at her ‘owner’, Harvey.

“Did you have to bring her?” Destiny asked. He had wished that his bitch of a girlfriend had transformed into a real human bitch. Harvey was the closest person to Lana during the transformation, and he begrudgingly took her on as his pet.

“Don’t like seeing the results of your careless wishes?” Harvey hisses back. “You should count yourself lucky. If I commanded it, I could probably have you crawling around on all fours.” His warning instantly shut Destiny up. She stared back over at her roommate, who had finished with the first judge and had wrapped her juicy lips around the second judge’s shaft. Destiny couldn’t wait until this night was over.

❖

Not long after Britney finished with the third judge, Greg made an appearance and ushered all the guests into the living room. He lined Britney and Destiny up beside the extravagantly decorated Christmas tree and cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. “Hello, everyone, and thank you for attending Britney & Destiny’s special Christmas party.” The small audience cheered, eliciting embarrassed blushes from both transformed bimbos.

“Now,” Greg continued. “We have a very special contest this evening, and our judges have made their final decision.” Destiny rubbed her hands together with anticipation, her phone safely stored in her cleavage. She wasn’t going to waste any time wishing herself back to normal. “Without further ado, the bimbo contest winner is…” Greg paused to heighten the anticipation. “…. Britney!”

“Yes!” Britney exclaimed in her vapid, bubbly tone. Everyone had begun to applaud her as Greg approached and placed a tiara on her head. Her arch nemesis then handed Britney a sparkling pink scepter like she had just won a beauty pageant. Strangely, Destiny was also clapping her congratulations. Perhaps her dark-skinned roommate enjoyed her new body.

“Now, with Britney crowned Miss Bimbo,” Greg grinned, admiring the pink ‘BIMBO’ tiara perched on the blond’s head, “Destiny can take her prize. She is allowed to make whatever wish she desires.” The crowd looked visibly confused when Greg spoke. They had no idea what he was talking about.

“Wait, what?!” Britney cried out. “I totally won the contest!” She pouted. It suddenly dawned on her; she had been tricked. Destiny pulled the phone from her generous cleavage and loaded up the app. She knew exactly what she was going to wish for.

Furiously tapping on her phone, she paused as she heard a voice whisper in her ear. It was her ‘boyfriend’ Harvey, and he had a suggestion of his own. The blond black woman shook her head wildly, watching her fingers traitorously delete her wish and type a new desire. She was still his girlfriend, and she had to follow his commands. She stared in horror as her thumb pushed send.

>Tuesday 24th December 2024: I wish I had a constantly needy pussy.

Destiny dropped her phone in shock, and her hands immediately drew towards her crotch. She felt her caged cock tingle as the appendage reformed, shrinking under her dress until it began to form a fully functional vagina. The pink cage formerly imprisoning her cock fell to the ground. She glared in fury at her enemy-turned-boyfriend but gasped when the subtle heat began to rise in her groin. Her new sexual organ required attention.

Greg clapped his hands and opened his mouth to disperse the crowd when an unknown feminine voice loudly interrupted him. “Yes, boss, I’m here now. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll fix the mess.” The voice originated from behind Britney and Destiny, beside the Christmas tree. They turned around to discover a short woman, no taller than 4’, with pointy ears, wearing an incredibly sexy Christmas elf costume.

The diminutive woman was holding a black iPhone to her angular ear. She had mid-length pink hair styled into a pixie cut. A green Christmas hat stood proudly on her head, with a white trim and tip. She wore a green fabric dress with a large keyhole window showing off her impressively sized breasts. The green collar displayed the words ‘Christmas Elf’ across the front. She wore opaque green tights on her legs, and her feet were encased in green and white Christmas elf shoes that curled at the toes.

When the elf noticed every eye in the room was focused on her, she lowered the phone and addressed the crowd. “Huh, hi,” she smiled. “I’m Pinky, the Christmas elf.” She introduced herself before stepping in between the two bimbos. “And you two must be Noah and Isaac. Ugh, sorry, I mean Britney and Destiny.” Her correction caused Greg to chuckle.

“You have been very naughty,” she said condescendingly, flicking through her phone and shaking her head. “It will take me days to reverse all of these wishes.” She glanced up at the silent women. “We entrust one human every year with the ultimate power, hoping they can make a positive difference to their communities, and we are left disappointed every year.” She shook her head despondently.

Britney finally spoke up, “Like, you totally sent me the app? You can, like, change all this?” she asked hopefully.

Pinky nodded her head. “Yes, I can change everything back,” she confirmed. “I have to admit, this is a unique case. We have never had our app copied onto a separate device before.” The elf almost sounded impressed.

“However,” she paused. “The big boss’ orders are clear. You are now on the naughty list and need to be punished.”

“Excuse me,” Destiny interrupted. “Don’t you think that all this is punishment enough? We’ve learned our lesson.” She stares down at her overflowing cleavage to emphasize her point.

The pink-haired elf giggled. “Yes, it seems you have gotten yourselves into a pickle,” she teased. “However, orders are orders. I’m just the messenger. If you don’t like your punishment, you need to take it up with the boss. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“But…” Destiny exclaimed, stepping forward.

“Toodles,” the elf said before clicking her fingers, and the two transformed bimbos disappeared into thin air, provoking a loud gasp from the onlooking crowd.

“Where did they go?” Greg broke the silence, and the pink-haired tiny elf smiled at him.

“Greg,” she said ominously. “I want to thank you for putting a stop to their tyrannical wishes when you had the chance. Your actions have definitely saved me at least a week’s worth of work.” She stepped up to him. “However, the big boss man didn’t approve of your techniques and has decided you must also be punished.” She said solemnly. “If it were up to me, I would give you a prize, but I don’t make the rules.” She raised her hand again.

“No, wait. Let me expl-” The elf clicked her fingers, and the good-looking brunette man magically disappeared mid-sentence.

The audience looked visibly scared for their own safety. Pinky turned to the crowd. “I’m sorry if that startled you, but you won’t remember any of this anyway.” She lifted both of her hands and clicked her fingers again. Suddenly, the audience paid her no attention, mingling with each other and enjoying the party. The Christmas elf rubbed her hands. “Right, time to get this cleanup started.”

❖

When Britney awoke, she was lying on a cold, hard wooden floor. She slowly sat up and immediately noticed that she was still trapped in the body of a well-endowed busty bimbo. Rising to her feet, she saw her outfit had been altered. However, it was not much better than the ridiculous getup she was previously wearing.

Her blond hair was again presented in two tall pigtails, with cute pink bows keeping them in place. A thin pink piece of fabric wrapped around her neck. Britney brought her hand to the back of her neck but couldn’t find a clasp to the choker. She wore a bright pink corsetted teddy bodysuit resembling an old Playboy bunny costume. However, this particular bodysuit had festive white trimmings along the top and bottom and gold buttons running down the front. The costume was low cut and happily showed off Britney’s generous cleavage and cut high up against her hips, giving her a wedgie and displaying her bare asscheeks. She wore a pair of 4” pink stilettos with a slight curl in the toe, giving the appearance of an elf shoe.

Britney looked around and examined her surroundings. Embarrassingly, she appeared to be in a department store display window. To add to her humiliation, the customers walking past the window seemed to be men of all shapes and sizes. There wasn’t a single woman or child to be seen.

“Ugh,” Britney heard a feminine groan and turned her head to find Destiny slowly awakened. “What happened?” the black woman asked, rubbing her forehead. Britney watched as the woman shrieked, discovering her new outfit. Destiny was dressed exactly the same as Britney, only the pink had been replaced by green.

Britney parted her bright pink lips to respond when she was interrupted by a third feminine voice. “Where am I?” Britney turned to find a gorgeous woman with fiery red hair and an equally impressive chest sitting up from the floor.

“Uhm, like, who are you?” Britney questioned, slowly approaching the pretty redhead. The woman was dressed in the same bodysuit as Britney and Destiny, only her outfit was colored red to match her hair. Bright, glossy red lips made the woman’s mouth look incredibly sensual and inviting.

“What do you mean? I’m Ginger.” The pretty redhead’s eyes widened in horror, and her hand clasped over her mouth, revealing her pretty red lengthened fingernails. “What happened to me?!” She squealed out.

Britney was confused, but everything clicked when she looked into the horrified eyes of the unknown woman. “Wait, Greg. Like, is that totally you?” A silent nod was all that was needed to confirm her hunch. Greg had been transformed just like Britney and Destiny.

“Good, you’re awake. Gather in. This won’t take long.” A husky voice appeared from out of nowhere at the opposite end of the festively decorated room. A short man with pointy ears approached the three transformed women. He was wearing a simple green elf costume and curled-toed shoes, along with a clipboard in his hand.

“Welcome to Santa’s workshop,” he declared. “You are here because you have found yourselves on the naughty list. You will work here until the boss man has decided that you’ve learned your lesson.” The pointy-eared man said, although his words created more questions than answers.

“Work?” Destiny asked, stepping closer to the elf.

“Silence!” he shouted, prompting the three transformed women to jump. “As I said, you will work here until Santa moves you back onto the nice list. If you’re lucky, you’ll be out of here within the next 200 years.”

The elf noticed the shocked faces staring back at him. “Don’t worry. Time kind of stands still around here. You won’t age and will be placed right back into your old life when your time is served.” His answer didn’t help to ease the women’s concerns.

“This is the revenue generation department,” the elf continued. Building all those toys doesn’t come cheap, and the boss needs a constant stream of revenue to afford the overheads. That’s where you come in.” Destiny felt an uneasiness build inside her.

“Right, you’re all to be fitted with summoning devices.” The elf clicked his fingers, and the three women groaned in unison. Britney felt a large plug suddenly grow inside her ass, filling her up uncomfortably. She gathered the other women had suffered the same fate from the startled looks on their pretty faces. “Testing,” the elf declared, and Britney moaned out lustfully when her plug began vibrating inside of her. After two seconds, the vibrations instantly stopped. “Good,” the tiny man nodded and glanced down at his clipboard.

“The summoning devices will vibrate when your presence is requested. The system is simple. When you feel one vibration, you will proceed through door one. When the plug vibrates twice, you will move to door two, and three vibrations will send you to door three.” He points at the three numbered doors behind him. “Got it? Good.” He didn’t wait for a response and continued ticking through his list.

“Right, I think that’s about it,” the elf said. Britney opened her mouth to speak, but the man cut her off. “Once you are summoned, a screen will inform you of your required duties and what the customer expects. Those pretty collars around your neck will punish you if you don’t perform to the required standard.” Ginger instinctively tugged on the red collar around her neck and gasped when she felt a weak jolt in response. They were shock collars. “I will leave you to settle in. Welcome aboard, ladies.” He said as though he was conducting a completely ordinary orientation.

The man turned away before dissipating into thin air, leaving the three transformed bimbos alone again. “What the hell was th-” Destiny said before her pretty red lips produced a softly sultry moan; her plug had just vibrated.

The blond African-American bimbo shook her head defiantly and folded her arms. “There is no way I’m going in there.” Her disobedience was immediately punished as her green collar zapped her neck painfully. With no other choice, she tentatively tottered towards the first door.

The door slammed shut behind her, and the dark room suddenly illuminated. She looked around and bemusedly found the space was designed to replicate a dog shelter, with empty cages lining the walls. “Who would have thought I’d need to spend so much money just to spend time with my girlfriend,” Destiny’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the voice of her arch nemesis in the corner of the room. Harvey stepped into the light and approached the blond with a grin on his smug face.

The man gently stroked the cheek of his feminized enemy. “Remember what I said at the party? About you crawling around on all fours?” He asked before holding up a green leather leash. Harvey clipped the leash to the blond’s collar and firmly tugged downwards, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Destiny helplessly stared up at her rival as she began servicing the first of many clients at Santa’s workshop.

The End