Kate woke up to the familiar comfort of her boyfriend’s scent. It was the most beautiful combination of his faded cologne and just a hint of sweat. It was the happiest smell in the world, and he was still wrapped around her while she wore his shirt. 

 

 

She pressed her back into him and just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. The memories of last night slowly replayed in her head. 

 

We actually did it. He hypnotized me, and I was the girlfriend he deserved. Kate smiled as the vision of Mike’s ecstasy flashed before her. 

 

 

Mike’s hand drifted along her side in his sleep. Kate gently held it and slid it up to her breast. Mike squeezed unconsciously. 

 

As the winter sun slowly rose on the late Monday morning, Kate’s eyes drifted over the scattered costumes all over the floor; laying before her open closet. She didn’t want to think of putting on a sweater.

 

The bookstore was closed today; her usual Monday off. 

 

Mike had second shift at the radio station. It was so nice they got to sleep in together. Maybe after he went to work, Kate could go to the mall and find something a little more her. Something that made her feel like she did last night…

 

* * *

 

It wasn’t that Kate never went to the mall; the problem was that she never went to these kinds of stores. She hadn’t changed her style since she was ten, and the last time she wore makeup was in her high school theater class. 

 

 

Kate looked down at Mike’s Hawaiian shirt still awkwardly draped across her body. She knew if she had worn her own clothes, she wouldn’t be brave enough to do this. 

 

I’m Mike’s girlfriend. I’m deeply in love with him and want to do something special to thank him. The thoughts were her own, but they also felt somehow borrowed as if the shirt itself was pushing her along.

 

A good girlfriend wears makeup for her boyfriend. 

 

It was obvious, wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t a devoted girlfriend want to look her best? Kate took a step into Sephora, the makeup store that always tempted her, and was startled at how easy it was to cross the threshold. She could do this. She knew she could. Kate thought back to what Mike told her as she watched his crystal pendulum. 

 

You’ll still be you, Kate. The actress will be playing the role. You don’t need to be scared. You always control your actions, but you’ll just be acting like someone else. Just playing pretend.

 

I’m an actress, I’m playing the part of Mike’s girlfriend. No! Kate corrected herself,  I am Mike’s girlfriend. I’m already inside. Just talk to someone.

Her eyes dropped down to the Hawaiian shirt again. She was Mike’s girlfriend. Wearing his shirt proved it. But she also looked ridiculous. 

 

The clothes make the woman.

She looked ridiculous, so she felt ridiculous. 

 

 

She remembered standing over Mike the night before. She had felt so powerful. The complete opposite of how she felt now. She wanted to feel that way again. 

 

 

As Kate took her second step inside the store, the smell of perfume hit her like walking into a wall. Bright lights were everywhere, intensified by the dozens of mirrors that reflected them. Obnoxiously loud pop music was blasting through the speakers, a far cry from the comfortable jazz Kate played in her own store. She tried to steady herself. Remember why she was here.

 

 

Kate walked up to the bored looking girl reading a magazine behind the counter. The girl didn’t look up as Kate approached. She either couldn’t hear Kate’s careful footsteps over the music, or she knew Kate was there and just didn’t care. 

 

 

Mike’s voice crept into her mind again.

If you can dress confidently, you can act confidently.

 

This was the hardest part. It would all get easier after this. She could be confident, just like last night. 

 

“Excuse me,” Kate said, “I’m having a special date night with my boyfriend tonight.” 

 

The girl turned a page in her magazine, clearly disinterested in Kate’s love life. Kate swallowed and finished the sentence she had been practicing since she parked her car. 

 

“I-I’ve never worn makeup before. Can you help me pick something?”

 

The magazine closed with a snap and the girl, whose nametag read Debbie - ASSOCIATE, gave Kate a slow evaluating look that paused on the oversized Hawaiian shirt before rising to her face. 

 

“Of course, miss…” Debbie said, drawing the word out. “What exactly did you have in mind?” 

 

Kate froze. She didn’t know anything about makeup. Her mouth moved before her brain could stop it.

 

“I want to look like you!”

 

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Kate almost apologized, but the soft fabric of Mike’s shirt reminded her to stay in character. 

 

 

Debbie’s scowl relaxed, and then rose to a genuine smile as if she had just been told a closely guarded secret that she was honored to keep. 

 

“Say no more! Come with me, we’re going to the salon in the back.” Kate felt the girl tugging her arm as Debbie pulled her into a new world.

 

“Let’s make you beautiful.”

 

She guided Kate to a chair. The fake leather felt cold as she sat. Behind her, Kate heard the clatter of Debbie gathering what sounded like dozens of products.

 

Kate closed her eyes, not daring to look until it was all over.

 

* * *

 

“Alright Kate, open your eyes now.” 

 

Kate opened her eyes, and a strange woman was staring at her.

 

 

Kate had to blink three times before she accepted she was looking in a mirror and there wasn’t just a beautiful woman staring back. 

 

No. Debbie was smiling ear to ear as she held the red mirror. She looked like an artist that just finished her masterpiece.

 

Freckles and acne scars had been covered by foundation. Her pale skin was hidden behind blush. Thick eyeshadow made her look like a predator, powerful and ready to take what was hers. Glitter made her look ethereal, like a faerie or even a goddess that didn’t belong on this lowly plane. 

 

Then there was that lipstick. A perfect shade of bright pink. Kate had never really thought that shade was possible in real life. Sealed in by a glossy overcoat that ensured it wouldn’t slip.

 

 

Where had that come from? Kate looked at the girl in the mirror. Kate looked at herself. She tried to understand how they could be the same person. She looked so…

 

She looked so…

 

“Debbie, not again!” A middle-aged woman stormed across the salon.

 

 

The word echoed endlessly in her mind as Debbie argued with the other woman. Maybe the manager. Kate didn’t think about it too hard.

 

 

Kate started laughing at her own joke. A long, dumb, bubbly, bimbo laugh. The two women stopped arguing and stared at her. Both of them trying to figure out what was going on in Kate’s head.

 

 

Kate reached into her purse, and pulled out Mike’s credit card. 

 

“Oh. My. God. Debbie. I look…” Kate paused for dramatic effect. 

 

“Perfect! Thanks so much, hun! How much do I owe you?”

 

Debbie tried to speak but the manager, Lindsey according to her name tag brushed her off and lowered herself to talk to Kate. 

 

“Honey, I know you want to look good for your boyfriend, but this,” Lindsey gestured at Kate’s face, “this is a bit too much makeup. Other women…might call you a slut if you go out like that.”

The word rang out in Kate’s mind. She looked slutty? It wasn’t just what she thought. Other women thought she looked slutty too.

 

 

“Oh, shut up, Lindsey. She said she wanted to do something fun for her boyfriend. Her special guy will love seeing his quiet girl looking a little slutty.” 

 

Mike’s words from last night kept echoing in Kate’s head.

You’ll always know it’s what I want for you…

 

She could see his face from last night. His tension. His lust. All of it came roaring back to her like she was living it again. Mike had been so passionate. He had loved it so much. She wanted… to make him happy… 

 

The borrowed shirt was calling to her. She was his girlfriend.

 

Kate smiled, and finally slipped effortlessly into her new role.

 

“Listen, Lindsey, Debbie here did a great job. If other bitches want to call me a slut, what the fuck do I care?” Debbie was beaming at the praise, and Kate was revelling in the look of confusion on the manager’s face. “I want Mike’s cock to be rock-hard tonight and this is going to do it. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Kate held up the credit card, “I’d like to buy an extra set of every piece of makeup Debbie, so expertly recommended to me.”

 

Lindsey sighed. “Ma’am, are you sure–” Kate didn’t let her finish.

 

“I am. Now will you please let me pay you or do I need to find another store to give my business to?”

 

Debbie smiled, and Kate saw her eyes lower to the pile of beauty products that would surely cost a fortune. “Lindsey, I think I’ve met my quota for the day. Considering how slow things have been, how about I clock out early and help my new favorite customer pick out an outfit?”

 

“After all, you can’t have that face with that shirt.” 

Kate smiled. Debbie was right, she couldn’t meet up with Mike looking like this.

 

“Of course. The clothes make the woman, after all.”

* * *

 

Debbie had been all too eager to help Kate find The perfect outfit. 

 

“Like you said, ‘just a little slutty’, but Mike is going to love seeing you in this.” Debbie was grinning like an artist who just finished her masterpiece. 

 

Kate carefully stepped heel to toe out of the dressing room, making sure she didn’t lose balance in her new heels. Her pale legs, hidden behind a sheen of fake tan, were posed under a denim skirt that just barely reached mid-thigh. The tube-top was one size too small, just like Debbie suggested, to really show off her assets. 

 

Debbie had said the outfit was “just a little slutty” and maybe in the grand scheme of things it was. 

 

But when Kate looked at herself in the mirror, she saw the biggest slut she’d ever seen.

 

The clothes make the woman.

 

“Oh my god, Debbie, if I’m not careful, Mike’s going to cream himself just seeing me like this.” She paused to admire the bright pink nails that matched her lipstick. “Fuck, I bet any guy would jizz his pants seeing me like this.” 

 

Kate was overwhelmed by the woman she had become. It felt incredible. The same confidence as last night, but now open to the world instead of just Mike. 

 

For the first time since they met, the ever-present smile on Debbie’s face began to falter.

 

“Wow… uh yeah…” Debbie began to stutter as if carefully picking out the right words. Kate didn’t let it bother her, as she blew a kiss at a group of guys walking by. As they started waving back, Debbie quickly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the ladies’ room. Kate began pouting, but Debbie wasn’t having it.

 

“Hey Kate, just remember: looking slutty doesn’t mean acting slutty…” Debbie began to whisper.

 

 

“You look amazing Kate, and it’s really cool you’re going all out for your guy. Just uh…” She was stuttering again.

 

What was Debbie’s problem? What was she so worried about?

 

“Just… make sure you don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?”

 

Was she about to do something she’d regret? She thought back to what Mike had told her as the pendulum swung.

 

 

A blank, blissful grin slowly formed on Kate’s face.

 

“Don’t worry hun, I won’t do anything Mike wouldn’t want…”

 

* * *

 

 

Kate felt the slightly-too-small tube top constricting her chest. Was that why she was having trouble breathing? It couldn’t be nerves could it? Kate was done up like a total slut. She was a total slut.

 

 

She had her mark. He was eating by himself in the food court. He was wearing a college shirt, but clearly spent more time at the gym than in class. 

 

No ring on his finger. No incessantly checking his phone for texts from a girlfriend. This was Kate’s best bet. 

 

She slid into the seat across from him and slowly crossed one leg over the other. He stared dumbfounded as she pulled a napkin from her new leather purse and slid it across the table. 

 

“Open it,” she breathily whispered, never breaking her smile. The man looked around as if expecting to see a camera pointed at him. He tentatively took the napkin and unfolded it. Kate could feel her panties dampen as she imagined the words he was reading.

 

His eyes scanned the napkin several times as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning. Eventually, he looked back up at Kate.

 

“Are you serious? Like, for real?” His expression only made her wetter. 

 

Kate smiled and swung her purse back over her shoulder. “Hot Topic has a big enough changing room, and they’re always blasting music. No one will hear us there.”

 

Without another word, she stood and walked out of the food court. Never looking back. 

 

* * *

 

Kate had to wait a painfully long time in the dressing room. Just when she first considered he might not show up, there was a soft knock on the door. 

 

Kate cracked the door. She could only see his bicep, but that was enough. 

 

“Get inside,” she whispered. 

 

Her new playmate was adorable as he clumsily made his way in. Despite how strong and handsome they get, boys never know how to act around a woman who knows what she wants.

 

“Sorry, I just had to grab a rubber,” he said while quickly taking the single prepackaged condom from his pocket. Kate sighed.

 

“I don’t mind if you do it raw…” Kate’s voice was oozing sexuality. She wanted to feel his cum running down her leg.

 

The man stared at her for a few seconds. Then, without saying anything, he started opening the condom. 

 

 

Despite her disappointment, the knowledge that he didn’t want to risk an STD from her actually turned her on more. As she watched him roll the condom on his slightly-smaller-than-Mike’s-but-still-impressively-large-cock, Kate lowered her wet panties to the floor. She braced her hands against the mirror; bending over so all he had to do was flick up her skirt. 

 

A slut with way too much makeup and trashy clothes stared back at her.

 

 

“Fuck me. Please…” she asked in her most desperate tone. Kate was finally ready for this. She was finally ready to be the woman she was born to be.

 

It felt so good as he forced her apart. 

 

“Yes!” Kate cried out, thankful that the music was drowning her out. Not for any shame of being heard; she had none. Merely thankful that no one would come in and stop her from taking this wonderfully hard cock. 

 

Kate had only ever been with Mike. She was surprised at how different another man could feel. Mike was in great shape, but he wasn’t ripped like this guy. Kate felt like he could lift her off the floor and fuck her mid air if he wanted to. Thankfully, he was happy enough to just pound her from behind, and let her watch the slut in the mirror getting the cock she needed. 

 

“Grab my tits…” she moaned out between thrusts. A powerful hand pulled down her tube-top and Kate gasped for breath as her tits fell free. A powerful hand held her left boob in place and used it as leverage as he pounded her even harder. As Kate watched her other tit sway in the mirror, she couldn’t help remember Mike’s pendulum.

 

 

It was too fun not to imagine. Kate couldn’t help herself. She watched it swing and let the trance begin to take her. She just needed to get him to encourage her a little once she fell.

 

“Call me–” he thrust hard, causing her to gasp. “Call me a slut!” she shouted out, no longer caring if anyone heard her. She wouldn’t let anyone stop him from cumming in her. 

 

“You’re a slut!” He growled as he slapped her ass. Kate focused her attention on her swaying tit, and let herself fall into trance; just like she did with Mike.

 

“I’m a slut…” she dreamily repeated.

 

“You love this, don’t you slut? You love fucking randos in the mall don’t you?” 

 

 

“I love fucking randos in the mall…” Kate said with a monotone that went unnoticed by her naive hypnotist. 

 

“I bet you’re gonna go fuck a girl after I’m done with you.” He slapped her ass again. “Isn’t that right slut?”

 

Kate had never been with a girl. Never thought of herself being with a girl. 

 

But that didn’t matter now, her titty was swinging back and forth, and she couldn’t stop watching it. She couldn’t think about anything else.

 

“I’m going to fuck a girl after this…”

 

 

Had Mike said that? The cock in her pussy made it hard to think. Why was she trying to think? The hypnotized slut in the mirror wouldn’t try to think. So why should she? She had a hard cock in her pussy that was fucking her faster and faster and oh god…

 

“Take. My. Cock. You. Fucking. Slut.”

 

Kate smiled, and looked back at him. She didn’t need to watch her titty anymore. 

 

“Do it,” she said as she reached down to rub her clit.

 

It would have been so much better if he had done it raw. Still, feeling all the tension release from his body was magical all on its own. She enjoyed the feeling of his throbbing cock, but before it felt like he was even done, Kate felt him slide out of her. His grunts were replaced by the frantic sounds of a belt being buckled. Kate had just barely fixed her top before she heard the door open and close behind her. 

 

What a shame. She had hoped they could make out for a bit. 

 

Kate looked down at the damp panties on the floor with little desire to put them back on.