Amanda Christmas let out a small, relaxed sigh, enjoying the quiet and solitude of being alone in the elevator as she slowly travelled upward toward the executive board room on the top floor of the Vanderdimple Building, the world renowned fashion brand's corporate headquarters. Her reflection shimmered dully in the polished steel walls, bringing a small smile to her pink lips as she studied the Picassoesque image her delicate lilac blouse and white fitted skirt created of what she imagined was a pleasantly curved white porcelain vase filled with lilac blossoms that swayed unsteadily for a moment before vanishing as the elevator doors slid open. Amanda allowed the pleasant thought to linger for a moment as she stepped out of the elevator onto the polished cream-coloured marble tile flooring, turning her head to the left as the elevator beside her chimed pleasantly, notifying her that someone else was also arriving.

 

"Oh, Amanda, darling..." Lauren Vanderdimple greeted the CEO in her usual aristocratic tone as she stepped forward and gave Amanda a small friendly hug, "I suppose this weekend meeting was your idea?" she asked with a hint of disapproval in her voice that was undermined by the twinkle in her eye, as she stepped back and brushed an imaginary bit of lint from her immaculate lavender jacket that had been perfectly tailored to fit her curvy and generous chest and slender torso, and matched by a lavender pencil skirt that showed off the rest of Lauren's curves in a flattering but professional manner. 

 

Amanda shook her head, "It wasn't me. Perhaps Melissa is in a hurry to share her insights on the recent sales numbers. Given the current figures, she might have a plan of action to boost sales... although, I can't imagine when I've last seen her in the office outside of normal business hours." 

 

Lauren's face lit up with an intrigued smile as she and Amanda continued chatting pleasantly, and the pair strode past the dark oak panelling and recessed alcoves toward the board room at the end of the hallway. "Good afternoon, Ms. Christmas... Ms. Vanderdimple..." Amanda's personal assistant, Rose, greeted the pair with a bright smile, her honey-blonde curls bouncing slightly as she rose from her desk that served as a checkpoint before reaching Amanda's executive office as well as the corporate board room that was just beyond a set of thick double doors. 

 

"Ms. Clavell has already arrived..." Rose said as she swiftly strode forward to open the doors, her hips swaying seductively in her pink skirt that was paired with a simple but feminine white blouse. Amanda smiled approvingly as she strode into the board room with Lauren just behind her, "Good afternoon, Melissa..." she greeted her colleague and often times rival, with an insincere smile as Melissa turned her chair and stood up with a peckish look on her face, "Just on time..." Melissa replied with an even less sincere smile as she nodded politely to Lauren, folding her hands primly in front of her white pencil skirt that was paired with a filmy layered peach coloured blouse that while professional, seemed to be a bit too provocative, Amanda thought to herself.

 

The three women seated themselves at different points around the long oval table, Melissa gazing toward Amanda with an expectant look in her eyes as both Amanda and Lauren returned her gaze, waiting for her to explain the purpose of the impromptu meeting. Just as Amanda was about to open her mouth to begin asking questions, a large screen at the far end of the board room flickered on, accompanied by soft, soothing music as a montage of clips showing women with perfect posture and professional-looking outfits working diligently, one of whom looked eerily just like Amanda. With a look of intrigue on her face, Amanda watched the video with interest, finding herself relaxing more and more as the clips continued to play. Just as the women's eyes began to glaze over, a shimmering special effect sparkled across the screen, instantly transforming the drab corporate environment into a brilliant colourful world where the women were now dressed in elegant satin ball gowns, with brilliant pearly white smiles on their faces as a sparkling gold logo formed across the screen: Crowned Cuties Club.

 

Amanda watched with interest as the women on the screen continued to carry out their office duties, but with renewed enthusiasm and grace that seemed perfectly choreographed while the background music began to subtly envelop the room:

 

♫ Crowned Cuties Club, we're here to say ♫
♫ Dolled-up darlings, we're here to play!♫
♫ With our crowns so bright and hearts so true ♫
♫ Together, we'll shine, just me and you! ♫

 

Across the conference table, Melissa observed the display with a slightly sceptical expression as the vibrant shades of pink and cheerful musical notes combined seamlessly to set a whimsical tone. The soothing female voice began to explain the captivating world of the Crowned Cuties Club, portraying it as a visionary franchise concept encompassing an extensive array of fashion and beauty items, including garments, makeup, fragrances, and high-end footwear. As the presentation showcased these items, the video seamlessly transitioned back to the familiar, glittering Crowned Cuties Club logo. Below, a splash of text encouraged: "Join us to embrace your inner royalty and let your brilliance shine."

 

The image on the screen faded slowly into a gently swirling pink and white spiral pattern, indicating the video had come to an end. Lauren looked up brightly, smiling pleasantly at Melissa, "Oh, I found that rather lovely..." she said in an approving tone. 

 

Melissa nodded, her lips curling slightly as she returned the smile, glancing in Amanda's direction, "It was a pleasant experience, though I must admit, I struggled to grasp the purpose behind it all..." she said in a calm tone. Amanda pursed her lips, feeling slightly confused, as she looked at Melissa, "Yes, I would agree... I would have thought we might be here today to discuss something a bit more pressing, perhaps..?"

 

Lauren frowned slightly, "Melissa, darling, wasn't it you who scheduled this meeting?" She asked as the slender blond straightened in her boardroom chair and responded with a baffled expression. Before Melissa had the opportunity to reply to Lauren's inquiry, the doors to the board room swung open, and a young woman in an extravagant pink ball gown with white lace trim and elaborate gold embroidery swept into the room, gliding forward toward the head of the conference table.

 

Lauren's eyes widened as she stared at a wave of satin and lace sweeping into the room with a bewildered expression on her face as the new arrival was accompanied by a soothing and pleasant floral aroma, "I hope my little surprise presentation didn't cause too much confusion..." the young blonde woman, who Amanda recognised with surprise as her stepdaughter Bridgette and also one of the more ambitious company interns, said pleasantly as she gestured with the pink jewelled tip of a long slender golden sceptre at the gently swirling display, "But, I knew you'd never have come otherwise..." she continued with a small smug smile as she slowly swept her gaze across each woman who was staring back at her with looks that were a mixture of bewilderment and irritation.

 

"And who exactly are you?" Melissa Clavell demanded, her voice filled with annoyance as she stared disapprovingly at Bridgette.

 

Amanda pursed her lips, glancing toward Lauren, who was looking on with a bewildered expression on her beautiful and delicate features, "This is my stepdaughter, Bridgette... and also one of our newly hired interns, who seems to have gotten a bit carried away with herself..." Amanda said in a scolding tone as she shook her head slightly from side to side. Bridgette laughed gaily as she lifted her left hand slightly and made a small beckoning motion, "Oh, Amanda... you are so stuffy. You know, there's something beautiful in learning to let go and indulge in relaxation from time to time.." Bridgette said in a chiding tone as she swayed gently from side to side.

 

"Now, if you just give me your attention for a moment longer, I'm confident you'll be completely enamoured with the solution I've devised to boost the company's sales..." Lauren looked curiously at Bridgette, her gaze shifting back towards Amanda as she tried to get an understanding of the situation, while Melissa looked on with a smug look of satisfaction.

 

"Oh, and what solution do you have for us?" Melissa asked in mock sincerity, enjoying the awkward predicament that her rival Amanda had suddenly found herself in.

 

Bridgette's smile widened as she gazed at Melissa with a look of approval, "Oh, it is lovely of you to inquire, dear. As my commercial just revealed, my proposal involves the introduction of Vanderdimple's latest venture, the 'Crowned Cuties Club', she explained, taking a moment to gauge the reactions of the other executives.

 

"The Crowned Cuties Club  extends a warm invitation to all to become part of this enchanting endeavour, which I believe could hold the key to revitalising the Vanderdimple brand." Bridgette paused again, her expression brimming with a sense of excitement. Lauren, impressed by the presentation of the young intern but clearly caught off guard, raised an eyebrow and turned to face Bridgette with an inquisitive look, "The Crowned Cuties Club? As a franchise name, it does carry a sense of whimsy, which is charming but unexpected in the context of my prestigious business, Bridgette. Can you share more details about what it involves?

 

Amanda, clearing her throat softly, began to  in an attempt to explain she had also been caught unaware by her step-daughter's little deception, "Lauren, I don't know—"

 

Feeling as though she were caught in an awkward position, Amanda's expression reflected her uncertainty, as she rapidly tried to determine the best way to navigate this unexpected announcement. Melissa's sly grin only adding to Amanda's dilemma as she tried to think, leaving her momentarily speechless.

 

"Oh, allow me to explain; the Crowned Cuties Club is all about rekindling the allure of royalty for adult women, transporting them to a realm of wonder. It reintroduces a captivating range of new dresses, exquisite makeup, and dazzling jewellery that will bring a regal, fairy-tale charm back into the modern world. And, of course, with a few shades of mystery," she added in a hushed tone, her hand holding a phone poised near her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

 

Melissa's initial amusement at Amanda's awkward position gave way to a sense of unease as she realised Bridgette had orchestrated a similar scenario for her. Melissa, who had been dedicating weeks of tireless effort to her own franchise project, found herself in a conflicting state of mind as she noticed Lauren's sincere interest in the new venture and with that, Melissa's demeanour started to shift, and her expression grew increasingly stern and tinged with a hint of displeasure. As she began to formulate a response, her words were abruptly interrupted by the entrance of three more women adorned in exquisite, professional maid attire.

 

Every maid deftly manoeuvred a sizable, rectangular cuboid atop a dolly into the room, their forms cleverly shrouded beneath billowing black and white satin drapery adorned with delicate lace trimmings. Their ensembles featured a dainty bonnet perched atop their heads, adorned with a white ruffled dress with neatly aligned buttons down the front, gleamed like tiny pearls, and an immaculate apron that completed the charming, vintage-inspired attire. The maids carefully positioned the mysterious content directly before the screen where the executives had recently viewed the commercial. 

 

Lauren's eyes widened with curiosity, and she couldn't help but turn to Amanda. She inquired with a playful glint in her eye, "Amanda, it seems Bridgette has quite the knack for creating a spectacle, doesn't she?" Amanda nodded, though a hint of awkwardness lingered in her smile, acknowledging Bridgette's impressive flair for the dramatic.

Bridgette's eyes sparkled with delight as she observed the intrigue in the room, "Indeed, a spectacle we shall create, my dear! "Underneath these layers, you'll discover a treasure, a love that you'll cherish forever." With that, the three maids, in unison, revealed what was concealed beneath the draped satin cloth.

 

With a small flourish, three human-sized doll boxes shimmered into view, each cradling a sumptuous ballgown, each a masterpiece of opulent extravagance, mirroring the resplendence of the attire Bridgette herself donned. The satin dresses ruffled in an elaborate twisted design along the edge of the skirt, twisting its way up to the bodice and circling around the neckline. The bodices, adorned with delicate lace and gemstone accents, showcased meticulous corset-style stitching, cinching the gowns in all the right places to accentuate every curve. The functional and decorative corsets were a testament to the meticulous craftsmanship that had gone into creating these magnificent garments. The dresses boasted voluminous skirts that seemed to defy gravity, and their lush, flowing layers of fabric whispered promises of elegance and grandeur.

 

Lauren's expression was one of wonder, her eyes drinking in the sheer luxury of the gowns. Amanda's gaze sparkled with amazement as she admired the craftsmanship. Yet, Melissa's countenance remained stern and unyielding, her displeasure etched plainly across her features. As the ladies continued to admire the gowns, the maids pressed a concealed button at the base of the dolly boxes, causing a secret compartment to slide out from each. Then, the maids, with great reverence, placed small smooth cases before each lady at the conference table. They opened these cases to reveal treasures fit for princesses: a tiara, earbuds, an array of high-end makeup, luxurious perfume, and a selection of lipsticks and lipglosses, all set in front of each executive. 

 

Melissa, sporting a disapproving expression, cast her critical gaze upon the array of garments and makeup before directing her attention towards the intern. "Bridgette, darling, I must say, this new line-up feels more like a misguided attempt at a costume party than a serious fashion endeavour. Bringing back fairy-tale charm for adult women? How quaint. I suppose next, we'll be selling magic mirrors and pumpkin carriages. As for me, I won't be jumping on this whimsical bandwagon. This franchise is going to need a fairy godmother to make it work, and that's a job I'll happily pass on. Lauren,  I urge you to follow suit and give this a hard pass as well. It's simply not the right move for the company."

 

Bridgette gave a small sniff and smirked as she lifted the heart-shaped tip of her glistening golden sceptre towards Melissa, "Now, Princess Mellie, is that any way to be? After all, it isn't for you to decide." the regally dressed intern smiled as a thin pink beam of light extended out from the jewelled tip and slowly swept up across the board member's face, "Prim and proper, I wish you to remember now..." she teased as the beam of pink light shimmered and reflected in Melissa's eyes, the executive's expression immediately becoming dazed and docile as she slowly straightened her posture turning her shoulders and head so that she was staring straight ahead into the probing beam of pink light that seemed to have pacified and her.

 

Lauren, failing to notice the sudden silence from Melissa, gazed at the different items with curiosity. Her eyes traced over the exquisite dresses and the treasures hidden within the boxes. The three maids gracefully retreated to stand beside the doll boxes. Their faces were impeccably dolled up, exuding confidence and a hint of playful charm. 

 

"These ensembles are truly enchanting," Lauren mused, her admiration evident in her voice. "Did you craft them yourself, Bridgette?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued by the beauty surrounding her.

 

The intern's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as she responded, "I did have a bit of help from my sorority sisters to make these dreams come true. They worked their creative magic, but it was my pleasure to transform these exquisite gowns into a vision that would captivate you, Lauren."

 

Lauren's inquisitive nature prompted her to ask further questions. "How wonderful to have such talented collaborators, Bridgette," she remarked, her gaze shifting to the maids. "Are your assistants with us now?" Not receiving an immediate response, she turned her attention back to Bridgette and asked, "Could you share more about the inspiration behind these spectacular gowns?" Meanwhile, across the room, Amanda's fingers tenderly cradled the concealed contents of the box before her.

 

Bridgette chuckled softly as she walked towards Lauren, with a warm smile, gently replied, "Lauren, I love that you are asking so many questions. However, I think a lady of your standing doesn't need to trouble herself with such matters." Bridgette smiled pleasantly as she extended the tip of her sceptre toward Lauren, who looked at it inquisitively, tilting her head slightly as the pink beam of light began to slowly scan up across her flawless features, "All I wish from you is to be prim and proper..." Bridgette instructed as the pink beam swept into Laurens' eyes, eliciting a soft gasp from the heiress as she immediately straightened in her comfortable leather chair and, like Melissa, turned her head to stare vacantly at the wall in front of her with a docile dreamy expression on her face.

 

"Bridgette, what is the meaning of this!?" Amanda demanded with a note of nervousness in her voice as she glanced from side to side, trying to keep an eye on everything that was happening around her. Lauren and Melissa found themselves being crowned with exquisite silver tiaras by the maids. The tiaras bore distinctive gemstones, with Lauren receiving one adorned with a lilac gemstone that gleamed with ethereal charm and Melissa donning a tiara showcasing a peach gemstone that emitted a radiant glow. Bridgette giggled as she followed Amanda's gaze, "My goodness, here I am giving lessons on proper behaviour, and I seem to have forgotten my own manners... Allow me to introduce three total dolls, Rosie, Daisy, and Lily... they're my lovely and completely devoted attendants who are helping me with my little Crowned Cuties project today..." she smiled as Amanda looked at her aghast, "Bridgette, this is highly inappropriate, you need to stop this nonsense at once..." Amanda demanded, her voice trailing off as her stepdaughter glided toward her and slowly extended her sceptre, "But step-mommy, wouldn't you like to look at my lovely pink crystal?" she teased as the pink jewelled tip began to glow. Amanda shifted nervously, feeling her gaze being drawn irresistibly toward the tip of her stepdaughter's sceptre, "Bridgette..." she said in a warning tone as a thin, shimmering beam of pink light began to slowly scan up toward her eyes, "It's so lovely, isn't it mother... Prim and proper..." Bridgette said softly, her face glowing in delight as she watched her mother's features relax, her body straightening in her chair as she joined the other two board members in a dazed, docile state of mind, ready for Bridgette to play with.

 

"My goodness, what a fuss... my darling step-mommy was so excited, I don't think she even recognised you, Rosie..." Bridgette remarked with a gentle smile as Amanda, too, was graced by her personal assistant with her own tiara adorned with a captivating lilac gemstone. "And after all the effort I've had you put in, tending to her and her busy schedule. Hmmmm... so while our new members are pacified, let's start initialising their new transcendent tiaras", as she tapped away on her phone, orchestrating the tiaras' activation. The delicate tendrils of the tiaras gracefully wrapped around the ladies' hair, and they initiated a gentle, pulsating release of electrical signals, adding to the enchantment of the moment.

 

Bridgette fixed her gaze on her phone screen, where each woman's profile proudly sported a green checkmark, signifying the activation of their tiaras. "It seems you've all been properly initiated," she observed, raising her sceptre with a sense of authority. She continued, "With everything in place, it's time for me to make my very first wish and your time to wholeheartedly obey." Her words were accompanied by a gentle pulse from the heart-shaped gem on her sceptre. She went on, "After each wish of their queen, it's more than a mere request. To their ruler, they declare, 'Your wish is my command."

 

The young intern, brimming with excitement, couldn't contain her joy. She swayed back and forth and even hopped with her gown billowing around her. "Oh, this is absolutely fantastic!"  She then turned to her trusty maids, Rosie, Daisy, and Lily, and with a warm tone, she instructed the maids. "Rosie, Daisy and Lily, kindly place the earbuds into the ears of our newest members." The maids promptly inserted the earbuds into the ears of the women seated nearby. Bridgette, observing that they began initialising, waited for each pair of earbuds to connect to her phone. Once all of them were successfully activated, she eagerly pressed the play button to start the music:

 

♫ Crowned Cuties Club, we're here to say ♫
♫ Dolled-up darlings, we're here to play!♫

 

As Bridgette strolled through the room, the rustle of satin created a waving around the room while the subtle fragrance of her perfume wafted in her wake. Drawing near to Lauren, she could discern the hushed melody emanating from the heiress's earbuds, and she began to whisper softly from behind.

 

"Lolly, my darling, I wish you to sing along. In the merry chorus, where you truly belong." with a graceful flourish, Bridgette raised her sceptre before Lauren Vanderdimple's enraptured eyes, the gemstone heart glowing ever brighter, casting a kaleidoscope of colours that enveloped Lauren's vision in a shimmering embrace and suddenly diffused.

 

"Your wish is my command," Lauren said, and she felt an irresistible urge to join in the melodic reverie. Her voice, initially hesitant, began to rise, a soft and soothing hum that resonated with the enchanting energy of the gemstone. As the gemstone heart continued to shine, its light danced in rhythm with the soft, captivating notes that escaped Lauren's lips.

 

"Perfect, keep singing along, my precious princess," Bridgette exclaimed, a contented smile gracing her lips as she gracefully approached Melissa. 

 

♫ With our crowns so bright and hearts so true ♫
♫ Together, we'll shine, just me and you! ♫

 

"Oh, yes, just me and you," Bridgette said as she heard the words through Melissa's earbuds. She delicately placed the sceptre on the executive's blouse, gently caressing her with it. Bridgette closed her eyes for a moment, holding the sceptre delicately in her hand. She took a deep breath and softly began, "I wish this song, as it plays on and on, becomes your favourite, and you'll sing along, feeling the magic so strong." As Bridgette made her wish, the same simmering energy seemed to emanate from the gem in the sceptre, casting a growing luminance that enveloped Melissa's vision in a mesmerising glow. "Your wish is my command," the Chief Commercial Officer declared. As the radiant sceptre's glow faded, she also began to sing along. Bridgette's face illuminated with delight, and she danced joyfully to the rhythm, making her way over to join Amanda.

 

"Oh, you are excited to join your other princess friends," Bridgette teased Amanda while she approached her stepmother. "I have a feeling you might just become my favourite. I've designed something quite lovely for you 'Mandy,' and I'm certain you'll adore it. No more stuffiness, just pure playfulness ahead. So look at my pretty gem, and I make your deepest desires come true."

 

Bridgette swayed her sceptre in front of Amanda's docile gaze, and as the gem started to get brighter and brighter, Bridgette murmured softly: "I wish for you to find in this song such delight, To sing along forever, from morning to night. With each passing moment, the gem's brilliance intensified, enveloping Amanda's vision in a radiant glow." As the gem's luminance gently scattered, Amanda responded with, "Your wish is my command," and proceeded to sing in perfect harmony, fulfilling Bridgette's wish precisely as she had desired.

 

Bridgette gazed upon her freshly initiated 'Crowned Cutie' members, her satisfaction evident in her smile. With a skilful touch, she subtly adjusted her phone to alter the looping song streaming through the executives' earbuds. "It's time to include me in the ensemble," she remarked, weaving in new, captivating lyrics into the repeating melody.

 

♫ Crowned Cuties Club, we're here to say ♫
♫ Dolled up, darlings, we're here to play!  ♫
♫ With our crowns so bright and hearts so true ♫
♫ Together, we'll shine for our Queen Bridgette and you! ♫

 

Satisfied that the executives acknowledged her as their queen, Bridgette danced around while the entranced ladies continued to sing in her honour.

 

"Rosie, Daisy and Lily, it's time for my new princesses to be transformed. I want them to be exquisitely dolled-up, their hair styled to perfection and adorned with the most dazzling jewellery. Remember, I want them to be absolutely flawless, and I would like to be addressed as Queen Bridgette from now on. With deft taps on her phone, Bridgette set off a powerful resonance in the executives' tiaras and her assistants' bonnets. She then raised her sceptre and declared: "I wish to decree with royal might, address me as Queen Bridgette, in day and night. A title grand, befitting my reign, in regal splendour, I shall ever remain." As Bridgette's words echoed, the room bathed in gem's glow, enveloping everyone besides her own vision. In perfect unison, the trio of executives and the trio of maids proclaimed, "Your wish is our command, Queen Bridgette". 

 

"Oh, so lovely. Well, now that is made clear, I believe it's time to treat our new Crowned Cutie members to a touch of relaxation, "Bridgette exclaimed with excitement. The three smiling women in their maid costumes responded in unison, "Of course, Queen Bridgette, we would love to." They replied docilely as each one slowly lifted a small pink mask and gently placed it over the three executives' noses and mouths, "Time for princess dream time..." Bridgette swayed happily as she watched the pink vapour slowly work its magic, each woman's eyes slowly and completely glazing over as they drifted into unconsciousness...

Amanda's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze still clouded with sleep as she mumbled, "Oh, my goodness..." Her surroundings remained momentarily blurred, leaving her in a dreamy state of confusion. As her senses gradually sharpened, she became aware of the gentle embrace of the chair beneath her, feeling as though she sat on soft velvet.

 

"Time for my princesses to awaken," Bridgette chimed in with enthusiasm, positioned on the opposite side of the room and facing Lauren, Melissa, and Amanda.

 

As Amanda's gaze settled, she found herself slightly bewildered, her stepdaughter adorned in a resplendent pink ball gown within a room that stirred a sense of familiarity. The ball gown flowed like the softest rose petals, featuring a corset embellished with delicate lace and topped with a golden crown. In one hand, she held a sceptre that glistened with intricate golden details, culminating in a pink heart-shaped gemstone. In the other hand, she clutched her mobile phone. As Amanda glanced down, she discovered herself draped in something silky and tenderly enveloping her body. A moment later, she realised she was donned in the lavish lilac ball gown that fit her snugly, revealing her curves in an enticing way that made her blush as she shifted in her comfortable pink throne-like chair, rustling her skirts. Looking around, she observed that she was not alone with Bridgette. To her left and right sat figures elegantly attired in opulent satin gowns, one in peach and the other in lavender. As her eyes locked, she was taken aback, realising that the elegantly attired ladies next to her were none other than Lauren and Melissa. Wide-eyed astonishment reflected in their faces, bearing expressions of utter surprise, and a sense of shared confusion seemed to envelop the executives. Their once-short, professional hair, carefully groomed and neatly styled, had been transformed into voluminous bouffant hairstyles with the help of extensions. Each strand seemed to cascade with delicate, perfect ringlets that danced with an almost ethereal grace. As for their faces, they were no longer familiar, concealed beneath layers of meticulous makeup artistry. Their complexion had been smoothed to porcelain-like perfection, adorned with rosy cheeks that bloomed with youthful radiance. Their eyes, once understated, now sparkled with dramatic winged eyeliner, long, thick lashes that flirted with the light, and shimmering eyeshadow in enchanting hues. Their lips were plump and luscious, painted with vibrant, glossy colours that seemed to glisten. And as the pièce de résistance, each of them sported a tiara, a symbol of their newfound royalty. The tiaras were perched atop their transformed bouffant hairstyles, nestled perfectly between the waves of hair, adding a touch of regal charm to their striking appearance.

 

"What's happening here?" Melissa Clavell demanded in a shrill voice as she gazed down at the peach-coloured satin ball gown that had mysteriously appeared on her, making a valiant attempt to rise from her seat, but the layers of petticoats and the voluminous fabric seemed to conspire against her, rendering the task impossible. 

 

Lauren Vanderdimple, similarly befuddled, murmured in a dreamy voice, "Goodness gracious! What am I wearing?" Her lavender satin gown hugged her narrow waist and flared extravagantly at her hips as she tried to stand up. Amanda followed suit, endeavouring to rise from her seat. 

 

Bridgette smiled as she glanced at the trio's attempts that left them unable to stand up. "Oh, it's very simple. You've all agreed to become the newest members of my Crowned Cuties Club..." A mischievous giggle escaped the intern's lips as she revelled in the sudden cessation of the executives' efforts to stand, savouring the looks of confusion that swept across the women's faces.

 

"Queen Bridgette, what is the meaning of this?" Amanda demanded as she cast a bewildered glance around the room, suddenly recognising where she was. To her astonishment, she found herself still in the board room, but it had undergone a dramatic transformation. The once utilitarian space had been utterly refashioned into a magnificent royal hall. The walls were adorned with pastel-pink plastic panels that diffused the room's lighting, showcasing portraits of opulent ladies dressed in divine attire. Plush velvet throne chairs had replaced the standard seating, infusing the space with a soft and regal ambience. The window panels were concealed behind billowing satin curtains in shades of delicate pink, and an opulent chandelier, resplendent with crystal pendants, now hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, gentle pinkish glow throughout the room.

 

Bridgette couldn't help but chuckle, noticing her stepmother's inadvertent use of the title Queen. "Do you all love what I've done with the place'? I thought a touch of magic was in order," she said as she sported a playful smirk as she elegantly slid three meticulously stapled stacks of white paper in reach of each woman seated around the newly transformed opulent peach-coloured conference room table. 

 

"See, here are your signed contracts..." Bridgette giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, delighting in their reactions. The three women lifted in their donned velvet white opera gloves, the contracts with puzzled expressions on their faces, examining the pages closely.

 

Lauren, her brow furrowed in confusion, murmured, "This is my signature..." as she flipped through the document. The pages exuded a faint rosy scent, and the text was elegantly printed in soft pink ink.

Meanwhile, Melissa's frustration mounted. "This is preposterous; I never signed any contract," she exclaimed angrily. She tossed the document back onto the opulent coral-coloured conference table, reclining into her plush, exquisitely cushioned throne-like chair.

 

Bridgette smiled smugly as she tapped on her phone to remote control to activate the screen at the end of the room. "Oh, Mellie, of course, you did..." she playfully teased. On the screen, Melissa's dolled-up visage in her new extravagant outfit appeared, her face wearing a serene, docile smile as she faced the camera.

 

"Hello, my name is Melissa Clavell, and I am so delighted to say that I've joined the wonderful and exciting Crowned Cuties Club, and I am hereby signing the contract to signify my commitment to this wonderful endeavour as Queen Bridgette's devoted princess!" 

 

Melissa's jaw dropped in astonishment as she watched herself on the screen. Beside her, Lauren, her expression reflecting a mix of surprise and determination, interjected, "Calling yourself Queen? Young lady, I am the owner of this company, and I make the final decisions here." She asserted with a mix of sternness and fluster in her voice. Meanwhile, Amanda was skimming through the contract in dismay. The language was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Article I: Conduct and Ettique: .... "Always listen to Queen Bridgette", Article 3: Always do as I'm told by Queen Bridgette: Article 3c: includes: ...screaming, creaming and dreaming on command...  Article IV: Unity and Friendship: Article 6b: "Secrets are treasures; always share them with Queen Bridgette.." Article 11a: Give all your belongings to Queen Bridgette.

 

"That's right, Lollie", "I've decided that I'll be running the company from now forward, and you will each be my devoted crowned cuties, performing every duty I give you..." Bridgette chimed in an authoritative tone as the three women began to protest all at once, their voices becoming more and more shrill and agitated as they continued.

 

Bridgette let out an exasperated sigh, her tone scolding as she chided, "Honestly... you are all acting so silly right now." The impish intern said in a scolding tone as she lifted her sceptre, and a thin, wide beam of pink light shimmered across the women's faces, "Prim and proper." She said in a firm, commanding tone as each woman instantly fell silent, their faces relaxing as they each sat up straight in their chairs, "There, that's much better..." Bridgette remarked as she twirled her sceptre in a graceful motion.

 

"But hmmm... still a touch away from perfection," she mused softly, her gaze drifting over her princesses' opulent gowns. As her eyes landed on Lauren's slightly askew dress, Amanda's wrinkled satin attire, and Melissa's somewhat dishevelled fabric, Bridgette couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction.

 

"Princesses, it's time to reveal one of the playful secrets hidden in your gowns!" Bridgette chimed with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, her fingers dancing merrily on her phone's screen. 

 

Suddenly, like a magical spell, the executives' gowns regained their regal composure, the lace details aligning themselves perfectly, the dresses smoothing out and falling into place with elegance. Bridgette's exasperation was now replaced with satisfaction as the ladies' attire looked as exquisite as before. These gowns are a marvel of modern technology. Embedded within, there's a sophisticated memory foam system intricately connected to a network of microsensors. These sensors respond to electrical signals, creating a dynamic feedback loop. With just a touch of a button," the dresses' embedded technology springs to life. It's a remarkable fusion of electrical signals and intricate sensors that meticulously record every contour, fold, and nuance of your figure. This technology ensures that the dress will always embrace your form flawlessly, time and time again, just as it did today."

 

As she observed the tranquil expressions of the ladies, Bridgette approached the trio with a demeanour radiating both grace and authority. "I have another wish," she announced, placing her phone on the conference table. With a delicate hand, she reached toward her necklace, revealing a captivating golden jewellery bell. With a gentle tug, she released the tiny bell from her necklace, allowing it to dangle freely from her fingers.

 

"If I ring my little bell, you will be awakened from the docile state you are in right now. I wish as the bell does sing, it wakes your spirit's joyful spring, awareness it will bring," Bridgette announced as she skillfully activated the executives' tiaras using her phone as she wielded her sceptre. Elevating her sceptre, Bridgette initiated the sceptre's gem's light, prompting the tiaras adorning the executives' heads to pulse and emit a gentle, enchanting glow.

 

She continued, "As the bell chimes its song, may it awaken you from dreams to moments clear and long." The luminance captured in the expressions of every executive as they responded in unison, "Your wish is our command."

Bridgette's face lit up with joy as she gently rang the small bell and greeted the executives who were slowly awakening. "Oh, hello there!" she exclaimed, her delight evident.

 

The women, as if emerging from a dream, gradually stirred from their previous state of docility. They exchanged bewildered glances, a mixture of confusion clouding their expressions.

"Now, how about we explore some of the mystery features of your ensemble, shall we?" The intern proposed as she playfully secured the little bell onto her necklace and retrieved her cell phone, tapping it with precise flair.

 

Before any of the executives could react to their predicament, the chairs beneath them glided a bit backwards, and the conference table initiated its customary descent into the floor, as it did at the end of each meeting. As the table vanished from view, the gowns of each lady began to inflate, almost as if they were being gently filled with air. The sleeves and petticoats continued to expand, their growth creating an extravagant and voluminous display. The sleeves took on the appearance resembling fluffy clouds billowed with a graceful buoyancy, while the petticoats, adorned with layers upon layers of fabric, puffed out like vibrant balloons at a festive parade. However, amidst this expansion, the corsets of the attire responded by growing tighter and more cinched, creating a striking contrast to the airy exuberance of the rest of their attire. The women found themselves standing on their feet, surrounded by their now voluminous gowns.

 

"What's happening?" Lauren inquired, her voice tinged with confusion, while the other ladies watched in bewildered amazement as their bodies didn't seem to respond. In her voluminous, poofy peach ballgown, Melissa found herself unable to move her arms freely, the extravagant dress enveloping her like cotton candy. "Queen Bridgette, what have you done with these dresses?"

 

Bridgette couldn't help but smile and nodded enthusiastically. "These are the Golly Goodness Gowns. They are designed to immerse you in the proper princess mindset," she explained. "Now, let's explore one of their delightful features. Allow me to demonstrate." Bridgette tapped a few buttons on her phone. To Melissa's astonishment, she took a graceful step forward, her body gently bending and descending in an elegant bow. The outfit displayed an intriguing elasticity, its fabric responding to her every movement with a subtle bounce and a delightful flexibility, enveloping her in a sense of both buoyancy and comfort. Lauren and Amanda couldn't quite believe their eyes as they watched Melissa. At the back of Melissa's gown, a sizable bow sash was elegantly attached, enhancing the dress with an exquisite touch of style. Positioned just below the waist, it lent her an air of sophistication, making Melissa appear almost like a beautifully wrapped, oversized present.

 

"That's precisely what I love to see, dear Mellie," Bridgette remarked with delight as she strolled over to a table where a heart-shaped box lay. Gently, she opened it, revealing an array of intricately decorated pink chocolates. Bridgette carefully plucked one from the box and approached Melissa.

 

Melissa still in control over her own mouth, her eyes widening as Bridgette moved toward her with the inviting chocolate and pursed her lips together angrily, not wanting to take the little candy treat. 

 

"Oh, Mellie, don't you want a little gift of your Queen?" Queen thought Melissa...? Well, allow me to clear that mindset as she started to tap on her phone and activate Melissa's tiara and raised her sceptre while chiming: "I wish for you to embrace the treasures I bestow. With each gift, may joy and gratitude steadily grow." Melissa's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and as she gazed at Bridgette's sceptre, they opened wider and wider, drawn in by the sparkling gem, and she replied, "Your wish is my command," in response to Bridgette's wish.

 

Pleased with the response, Bridgette asked affectionately: "Mellie, would you like a little gift for your good behaviour?" In an instant, Melissa replied, "I would love to, Queen Bridgette." Amanda and Lauren gasped simultaneously, not being able to fully comprehend what they had just witnessed. "That's a good princess," Bridgette said as she activated Melissa's tiara, which gently started to pulse on the executive's head. Bridgette then, with a warm smile, gently tilted Melissa's head with her sceptre. "You look absolutely stunning, Mellie," the intern said, happiness shining in her eyes as she witnessed the effect of the candy taking hold, causing Melissa's pupils to gradually dilate.

 

Amanda's thoughts raced as she struggled to believe Melissa's change in behaviour, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the sceptre and Bridgette's phone had something to do with it. With her voice trembling with suspicion, she called her stepdaughter out, "Bridgette, I can see what's going on here." Her eyes remained locked onto the pulsating gem on Melissa's tiara. 

 

As Amanda voiced her suspicions, Bridgette couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, do you now?" she replied with a hint of amusement. With an amused smile, Bridgette responded. "I believe Mellie set a wonderful example, so I'd appreciate it if both of you followed suit," Bridgette said as she activated Amanda's and Laurens's dresses, prompting them to step forward and perform a courteous bow. 

 

In one swift motion, she activated the tiara of the duo and elevated her sceptre, casting a radiant spell in the room. Her sceptre emitted a brilliant, enchanting glow as she directed it towards Amanda and Lauren. While Lauren found herself captivated by the gem's radiant allure, Amanda, realising the gem's control, fought to turn her eyes away. "The gem is manipulating our thoughts," she whispered while the pulsating tiara atop her head began to soothe her. Despite Amanda's resistance, the irresistible light eventually overcame her, and she, too, succumbed to its enchantment. Bridgette echoed the same wish she had for Melissa, and just as the two ladies were about to utter, "Your wish is our command," Bridgette delicately placed a delightful piece of chocolate into each of their mouths. The moment the sweet chocolate touched Amanda's tongue, a wave of delight and relaxation washed over her. The creamy confection melted with a velvety smoothness, infusing her senses with a sense of calm and contentment.

 

"Now that I put so much effort in educating you, I think it is time I get some entertainment," Bridgette mused with a sly grin as she raised her sceptre and waved it back and forth, casting a mesmerising shimmer that enveloped the room once more: "I wish you to only dance and sing your chant for me. With joyful steps and voices, let it be." Bridgette said as she tapped on the dancing feature on her phone, which simultaneously activated the music in the board room.

 

All of the three ladies declared in unison: "Your wish is our command," and began to twirl gracefully in their voluminous ballgowns, the fabric billowing and swaying with their every movement. As they danced, their gowns seemed to come alive, a symphony of silk and satin. As they sang the enchanting Crowned Cuties Chant, Bridgette walked gracefully to one of the plush velvet thrones and seated herself. She watched in delight, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she raised her sceptre, holding it like a conductor's baton. With each graceful swing, she seemed to guide their dance, ensuring they followed her rhythm, accentuating the elegance of their movements.

 

Amanda made a valiant attempt to cease her singing, but something in her mind had taken hold. Despite her determination, she found herself powerless to resist the pull of the music and the dance. Her body moved with grace and rhythm, swaying to the melody as if the very notes themselves had become an irresistible force guiding her every step. Turning her gaze to Lauren and Melissa, Amanda noticed a faint hint of flusters in their facial expressions.

 

With a contemplative hum, Bridgette considered her next wish: "Hmmm, I no longer favour your accents. I wish to refine your speech. I wish you'd sing with posh accents so fine, in the world of elegance, let your voices entwine."  it seemed to cleanse the minds of the executives. In unison, the executives uttered, "Your wish is our command," and as the tiaras they wore began to pulse signals to their brains, rewriting their speech patterns with sophistication and grace, their voices gradually took on a posh and refined accent.

 

"Oh, yes, I love your new voices, especially yours, step-mommy. It sounds so much sweeter now, but let's take our charming Crowned Cuties Club chant to an even more intimate level. Feel free to let your hearts and minds guide you. Improvise and sing whatever feels right in the moment. So when your turn comes, take the lead and let your hearts and voices shine."

 

"So first, Lollie, it's your turn!" Bridgette announced.

 

♫ "I'm Lollie, with treasures so grand ♫ 

♫ A golden crown, jewels, and pearls in hand! ♫

 

With a twirl and a flourish, Lauren showcased her tiara to Bridgette as she continued to sing:

 

♫ My elegance and style, oh so grand! ♫
♫ "In the Crowned Cuties Club, I proudly stand ♫

 

Next, Bridgette turned to Amanda. "Mandy, it's your turn!"

Amanda, now Mandy, sang her lines with a sense of pride:

 

♫ I'm Mandy, my wisdom's a light ♫
♫ In my satin and lace, my future is bright  ♫

 

Amanda felt the dance and song flow through her, and a genuine smile graced her lips as she continued to revel in the joy of the moment:

 

♫ With beauty and grace, I'll lead with all my might ♫ 
♫ In this magical club, I'll make everything just right ♫

 

Finally, Bridgette directed her attention to Melissa. "Mellie, it's your turn now!" Melissa joined in with her lines:

 

♫ I'm Mellie. They say I'm divine ♫
♫ In my poofy gowns and grace, I surely shine! ♫

 

Melissa twirled elegantly, her gown swirling around her, accentuating her grace.

 

♫ With each twirl, I light up the night, ♫ 
♫ Radiant in gowns, a captivating sight ♫

 

With delight sparkling in her eyes, Bridgette orchestrated the executives' dance like a true queen, her movements and gestures guiding their graceful performance. "That's enough, my precious princesses," she declared with an approving smile, her voice filled with satisfaction. With a tap on her cell phone, she brought the music to a gentle halt and deactivated the features of the gowns, raising her sceptre to pacify the executives.

 

"Oh, I've been wanting to try this new feature. It was highly recommended by my sorority sisters, 'Kissy Pops'. These delicate panties are the epitome of luxury, crafted from the finest and sweetest silk known to humanity. As you feel the softness against your skin, you'll understand why they're a true treasure, caressing you with every move you make."

 

As Bridgette tapped on her phone, she activated the unique vibrating feature of the Kissy Pops. "You might notice the subtle warmth and comfort that these panties provide," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of allure. "They adjust to your body's needs, making you feel like you're floating on a cloud of silk. After all, you deserve a proper reward after being such good princesses." Bridgette couldn't help but giggle softly as she detected the faint buzzing coming from the panties, her amusement growing as she saw the blank faces of the executives. 

 

"What makes them so special is that they also have sensors that can be used to adjust the stimulation to you at a certain level of arousal." Bridgette tapped on her phone, and with a soft whirring sound, the automated chairs began moving towards the women, gently guiding them back to their seats. Speaking softly into her phone, Bridgette turned toward the conference room doors as the three maids came back in, each holding a little pink gas mask in their hands and presented themselves to Bridgette with small curtsies.

 

"Oh, Rosie, Daisy, Lilly, it's time for my lovely princesses to be pretty once more. I would like you to make them proper and put in their little earbuds. I created an amazing conditioning file for them," Bridgette announced happily. Three maids replied in unison: "We would love to, Queen Bridgette," and did as they were commanded to. "Time to be my sleeping beauties once more," Bridgette said, her laughter filling the room as the three maids put the pink masks over the executives' noses and mouths as they drifted into deep slumber once more.