Sadie's gait is that of a skittish fawn taking its fledgling steps, a night of hard drinking bringing ruin and destruction to her regular motor function. Even so, Sadie is an experienced drunk—for better or worse—and so finds her errant stride with something akin to elegance; a bastardisation of the confident catwalk strut, accentuated with the occasional stumble for dramatic flair. 

The blonde femme, not to be mistaken with Charlie's new hook up, places her hand flat against the restroom door and pushes inside with a clacking of high heels against tile signalling her entrance more than the creaking of a door coming off its hinges. 

"Hey bitches, what's good?" 

Charlie lifts her head from the thing she had been squarely focused on up until this moment. The usually timid butch wears the look of a wild animal, half smile, half snarl. Her teeth are bared, pupils a wide abyssal black, hand lowered onto something directly in front of her obscured from Sadie's view by an open stall door. "Oh... Sadiiie. Hey, come to drag me home?"

With a tentative step forwards, the femme cocks her head and gives her prettiest, softest smile; only sharp in those upturned corners. "Wellll, I was looking for you to do just that, yeah. Some crazy chick, high off her tits... she was asking around for a bootblacking kit, hahaha. 'Course it didn't take her long to get one at a bar like this, but it reminded me of that joke I made to you earlier. And... well, if you got unlucky again tonight maybe me and you could—"

"H-How's this looking, Sir? Is... Is it good enough? I'm new to this!" A lilting, feminine voice sounds from beyond that obstruction and Sadie takes a step forwards to push the stall door in front of her closed. Revealed to her now is the sight of another blonde femme, kneeling dutiful on the cracked tile before Charlie's boot. Ringed fingers twine into her hair and make a mess of the pretty thing's composure as she works to polish that mistreated leather she stares at with an almost concerning degree of reverence. The proffered boot's laces have been undone and the submissive blonde is lathering the leather with a brush and some manner of soap, working it into the creases and seams with a pleasant hum. Her eyes are just as dilated as Charlie's, Sadie noticing them both now that she has closed more of the gap between them. 

"Oh uh, shit. Nice work, hon!" Sadie giggles and skips on over, Charlie in awe of this woman's ability to move so freely in shoes like that even in her present intoxicated state. "You kids on some kinda party drug? They say sharing is caring, y'know? Oh I'm not intruding am I? Kinda fascinated with the whole boot kink shit, lol." As Sadie comes closer and invades the pair's space, Charlie breathes deep that new assault of sweet perfume and finds her nostrils flaring. Sadie looks so beautiful to her right now, unbelievably so, making her wonder if that drink hasn't just influenced her perception of the girl tending to her footwear. 

"Hey girl, meet Princess. She's uh... she's the best, aha... look at how eager she is to do anything that could please me. It's... pathetic, but endearing, huh?" Charlie grins and pushes Princess's hands away with her boot, presenting the left one now and watching as the pretty femme immediately gets to work like she's on the clock. 

Sadie cannot help but whistle. "I didn't think you had it in you, wow. Got this stranger whipped already, you bringing her home? I can stay out a few hours if you freaks want the privacy." 

"I don't give a fuck about that right now, I-I actually like being able to show her off. Is that messed up?" Charlie's cheeks are flushed, her eyes sparkling with darkly affection that zeroes in on the princess at her feet. The blonde is so utterly gone from that drink, she had so much more of it than Charlie ever swallowed back. Any trace of the bitchy straight girl that this body once played host to has been erased by barkeep's special 'potion', leaving behind a docile dyke, desperate to please the dominant butch she's mentally sworn fealty to. 

"Eh, we're kinky dykes watching some lesbian slut off her head on god knows what servicing your boots like she's paid a wage for the trouble. If that's messed up, hell, let's mess each other up some more hm?" Charlie's roommate lets out an affectatious laugh that has the power tripping butch weak at the knees. It's not just the femme she first laid eyes upon that she's become obsessed with, but Sadie too. Is every pretty woman going to have such an effect on her from now on? With a lump in her throat, Charlie wonders when the effects of this drug in her system are supposed to wear off. There's a part of her that somehow instinctively knows they never will, this is just how she is now; that drink she was forced to gulp down has rewired the mental pathways in her brain and made self control—respect for the pretty things she covets—a distant dream. Charlie is no dreamer, she is more awake than she has ever been in her entire fucking life. 

And that's when a dark thought crosses her mind. Charlie's eyes hood and she stares down at Princess, who wags her hips like some happy puppy as she tends to her master's now shiny boots. If this is what half the drink did to her, and it's not liable to recede... she'll need Charlie to keep her full time. Own her. It's the right thing to do, isn't it? Oh but that's not the dark thought, no, that slides into the blissed out butch's mind like a slick, penetrative tendril of desire when she eyes the cocktail Princess had kept tight grip on during their traipse to the restroom. The blonde left her drink by the sink bowl, beside that shattered mirror that reflects nothing but black. It's half empty—half full. 

"Sadie..." Charlie starts, a smattering of guilt welling up inside of her before the temptation and lust wrestles it back down. The two are roommates, so Sadie has to be made to accept this new relationship when sober too—and failing that, she should never be forced to feel true sobriety again. "See that pink drink over there? That's what fucked us up, ehe. Fair warning... it's strong shit, 'kay? Don't finish off the whole thing." And with that, her roommate's fate is sealed. Charlie is not so naive to assume Sadie will even consider her warning, the blonde's eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree as she eyes the present below that angel gaze. It's... she had to, right? Princess deserves the world, and a second attentive caretaker will make both of their lives that much easier. 

Sadie saunters over to the counter and swipes the half finished cocktail with a playful smirk smearing her made up face. Her mind, too, is evidently made up. Painted lips close around that well sucked straw and Sadie enjoys an indirect kiss with Charlie's Princess as though such a thing could remotely faze anybody here. Or anyone normal, for that matter. 

Slurp.

The woman's eyes flutter as she is hit by that potent dosage of concentrated hyperfixation. When her eyes open they are drawn to the first source of noise echoing against the tile. 

"I'm all done, Sir! They're looking so much better, but I-I could only do so much aha..."

Princess.

Sadie's eyes narrow and she feels an irregular pounding in her chest. Just as Charlie had, Sadie already had a thing for femmes like this kneeling former straight girl turned Princess pet. While proceeding to stare directly at Charlie's 'date', Sadie continues to suck and swallow. Pupils slowly grow in size, and her mind begins to expand. 

It is not long until the desire becomes too unbearable to hold back on, Sadie launching the tall glass of remaining liquid across the room and giggling deliriously when she hears it shatter. "Charlie... god... why is she so fucking pretty?" Sadie asks with a light slurring to her voice, biting into her lip to stop herself from swooning too hard.

"I-I know, right?" Charlie grins, petting her Princess and eliciting a pleasured coo from the drugfucked thing at her feet. "Her boyfriend may be looking for her, but fuck him. We're taking her home tonight."

With her perception warping until Princess becomes the ultimate object of her desire, Sadie steps closer and circles around the placid creature, seizing the fresh lesbian's chest from behind and sinking her nose into their captive prey's hair. Sadie breathes deep the heady scent of floral shampoo and conditioner, eyes lightly rolling. "Ffffuck... she's like... the most perfect thing in the world." Sadie gropes Princess roughly, wantonly, and the blonde barely even reacts; her eyes are still fixed onto Charlie's, begging her butch overlord for approval in so pleading a look. Lowering her voice to a hushed, seductive whisper, Sadie licks across the rim of Princess's ear before whispering: "We're taking you home tonight, me and Charlie. And we're going to fuck you all night long~ Okay, Princess? Okay?" Hot, husky breath collapses into the blonde's ear, and yet, still she does not react. "O-Okay?"

Sadie's nails dig into the pretty doll's arms and she lets out something resembling a small whine, embarrassed that she's having no effect on the only thing that matters. "Charlie... she's not... our Princess isn't paying attention to me..." The usually confident, playful blonde now appears on the verge of tears as she lifts her head and gives her roommate an expecting look. 

Charlie can only shrug, then smirk. "I... she's my little butchaholic, Sadie... but I see you almost as... differently, as I see her. If that helps..."

Understanding flashes onto Sadie's face and the woman finds her priorities in life beginning to warp and shift, no longer caring for so many of the things that once dictated her day to day life. Only one thing matters to her now... 

She needs to make Princess look her way.

Sadie sits alone in her room, several nights after the change to her outlook. A new world order seizes Sadie with iron grip, taloned and vice-like. "I... I'm too feminine, 'pretty'. She doesn't like that, she needs a proper dyke like Charlie." The woman stares into the mirror and tilts her head, wondering how she can carve a bona fide butch out of the marble femme before her. Her roommate has the sidecut, maybe Sadie could get an undercut instead? Her smile curls up at the thought and Sadie instantly realises she wants that, anything that could have Princess pay attention to her now controls her more than her own preferences in style. Imagination runs away with her, the blonde handcuffed to its sprint. How about tattoos... piercings... and obviously an extensive wardrobe change. 

The blonde huffs and presses two fingers to her cloth-covered cunt, whining into the stuffy air of her shared bedroom and giggling at how much she now gets off to the thought of her Princess simply seeing her. Her hips rock atop the bedsheets as Sadie plans out her transformation in greater detail, surfing the web one handed while she pulls her panties aside and questions the slip of fabric her fingers find themselves hooked around. Wouldn't boxer shorts be so much hotter?

At some point during Sadie's internet browsing session, Charlie returns home with her girlfriend in tow; Princess is always at her master's heel, never beside her, sporting a day collar that barely constitutes as subtle and a smile that could almost be considered heartfelt. Her obsession is chemically wrought, the drug having obliterated her personality in favour of following one she fixates on more than she thinks of her next meal. For what it's worth, her next meal is already awaiting her in a silver bowl with her name etched onto it. 'Princess' was an easy find at the local pet store, Charlie did not need to have one custom made. 

"Sit." Charlie commands, having found the mentally impaired femme to respond well to the same sort of instruction you'd see a dog owner give their treasured mutt. Princess obeys, eager to please, dropping down onto her knees and resting on her calves with an easy going smile. Her eyes do not trace Sadie, locked onto her owner's until the redhead turns away to address her roommate. "Hey girl, what's good?" Princess notices the shift in her master's composure as Charlie's breathing hitches, the sight of another femme always drives her feral. It won't trouble her for long, thinks Sadie with newfound resolve, closing her tabs and giving placating smile in kind. For her part, Sadie manages to just barely avoid losing herself in the sight of that cute Princess puppy that makes her heart fucking bleed with want. 

"The future, babe. The future's bright and orange."

...

"Come to bed with us tonight, Sadie, I'll let you play with her to your heart's content. I can see how much you want her still, don't worry I'm the same." The formerly innocent butch flashes cool, assuring smile and Sadie's heart bleeds. Envy's serrated edge cuts into her chest and carves something nasty and unspeakable into the flesh. Sadie wants to be just like Charlie, she knows this now. Her future is orange—literally so—even if she has to trick that perfect femme into paying her attention, there's not a depth in all the circles of hell that Sadie wouldn't stoop to just for a taste of that pretty gaze. Fortunately for Sadie, then, she need not debase herself at all; all the girl has to do is change up her fashion, slightly, and her life will begin to make sense again.

Charlie pulls her towards the bedroom and Sadie assesses that strong arm tugging her along, remembering yet another requirement and shrugging it off as just more self improvement—ever necessary and no doubt productive. 

Princess is kneeling on the bedroom floor, rosy cheeks hidden in that silver bowl from which she happily munches down her meal. Sadie cannot contain her longing sigh, Charlie grinning at her useless yearning and holding her femme roommate's chin to divert the woman's focus. Appeasing the generous fiend who lets her spend time with her one true object of desire, Sadie looks at the butch before her and—for the first time in days since they became this way—finds herself mesmerised. It isn't typical attraction, but the longing is almost as intense as that she feels towards her Princess. 

"I... I want to be just like you, maybe then she'll—"

"Oh yeah? Good luck with that, pretty." Charlie does not take her seriously, she never does anymore. The redhead has become mockery and greed incarnate; she wants them both for herself and makes no attempt to hide this. "You only fuck femmes, yeah? Here, I'll teach you how a butch dyke like me kisses. How about that?" Of course, Charlie's perception of Sadie is also influenced by the drug that ruined them, so a part of Sadie understands she cannot blame her friend for the way those accessorized lips suddenly attack her. The metal piercing warms between their hot mouths, Sadie allowing her lips to part and accepting her insatiable roommate inside. Her mouth is a hearth, and Charlie tempers herself against it gleefully. 

As hands begin to roam her body without needing to ask, as Charlie has her way with this moreish femme dolt that sits upon her bed so passively, Sadie can only blush and imagine herself as the butch assaulting her. 

Several weeks later

"Thanks, it's perfect." Sadie stares into the stretch of silver that reflects her new form, rising from the barber's chair and turning from side to side with a giddiness unbecoming of a charmer like herself. Oh what the hell, she's excited! "Keep the change, I got a date I'm running late for." The woman snickers, and turns to take one final look at her new self. 

Her hair now matches Charlie's in colour, or a close enough approximation anyway. That fiery, dyed orange hair now finds it self shaved around the back and sides, perfectly coiffed and tied up at the back. Sadie's gradual transformation was leaving signs, even though she had done her best to hide it—leaving to stay with very confused friends as her piercings and tattoos healed, and using this time to settle into an intensive workout regimen that has already begun to see definite results. Sadie is no longer solely soft, but lithe and muscular with an upper body strength that fast approaches Charlie's. She still wears some makeup—it's not a crime—but has it much lighter than before, practical. It's a hot day, and so Sadie finds herself dressed in tight white tank top that shows off this effort she's been putting in, with spiked belt hugging her hips and giving way to canvas pants she lifted from Charlie's own wardrobe. These new leather boots that finish off her ensemble will need somebody to take good care of them... Sadie only hopes that it won't be her responsibility. 

A half hour later and the fledgling butch finds herself at the park she and Charlie had agreed to meet in, the latter having sounded excited to meet up since Sadie had been gone for the past couple weeks. How touching, but Sadie confesses that this indelicate thumping in her chest is for the company Charlie will no doubt string along at her heel. Princess. Sadie's wildfire blush threatens to set fire to something lower down, that heat between her legs ever throbbing when her mind returns to the sweetest smile—and those empty eyes that appear infinitely prettier than those that yet hold light. 

Her breathing grows heavy, teetering on a growl, as Sadie cuts across the grass and spies the pair she had been looking for. The cute femme at her roommate's back, now wearing a flimsy plastic tiara that anybody still human would be far too embarrassed to display in public. It's still subtle enough, she supposes, but the way she almost drools while burning holes into the back of Charlie's head with that enraptured stare certainly isn't. It's a stare that gives Sadie pause, sparks doubt, and stokes the inferiority complex she had formed ever since realising this butchaholic would never look her way. Not until she changed.

And then it happens. The two waiting women turn, and not only does Charlie stare in Sadie's direction—Princess does too! The woman feels her composure shattering into a million tiny pieces, each as sharp as the next and kicking up into a hurricane of emotion. It cuts into her and makes her feel energised, the sheer adrenaline of being witnessed by the cutest girl to ever exist on this forsaken planet makes the new butch's pussy weep. 

The blonde submissive at Charlie's heel drinks in the sight of another handsome, charming woman who she instinctively knows deserves to put a femme like her in her place. Eyes subtly widen, lips part, and Princess feels like the luckiest thing alive. 

Charlie laughs, throwing an arm around her plaything's neck and looking around the park before giving its breast a gentle squeeze. The dumb animal playing at person mewls against the rough touch and Sadie feels herself instantly overheating, quickly closing the distance between them and grabbing the squeak-toy's chin. The butch hovers for a moment and revels in the sight of Princess staring at her—at her—expression so needy, pleading for a kiss that Sadie is more than happy to gift the slut. 

Who this Princess was before, her preferences, her name, her opinions... none of that matters anymore as her mouth melts against another perfect butch superior's. The butchaholic is in heaven, body squirming as she finds herself sandwiched between two perfect beings and gets off to how inferior she feels by comparison. 

"Mmgh..." Sadie pries herself away, bridge of spit collapsing between her lips and those of the slutty puppy in her grip. "Charlie, let's take her home. You want that, don't you pet? Alone time with us both?"

Finally seeing Sadie's true beauty, rutting her hips against the woman's thigh as Charlie holds her tight from behind, Princess nods—breathless and eager. "Y-Yes Sir!"

And at long last, Sadie sees stars.

"You know, changing your look may've made her see you, but it's made me less hot for you Sadie! So selfish, but it's been a pain having to take care of Princess 24/7 by myself... she's clumsy, stupid." Charlie's eyes narrow as she drops onto her bed and snaps her fingers, Princess rushing over to start unbuttoning her owner's shirt like a good girl. "You drank way more of that shit than I did, so you're like really obsessed with her huh? So down bad you'd reimagine your whole vibe just for this feeling?" Grinning indecently, Charlie grips her property's glittery golden hair tight and turns the slow-witted thing to look in Sadie's direction. 

Sadie clenches her thighs, smiling back at that dolled-up femme who stares at her like she had already forgotten the other woman's presence. Thankfully, the pretty girl looks excited for the company, causing Sadie's well compromised heart to swell. "Y-Yes... I won't deny what you already know. I need her. I... god, she's barely even a person... just a dumb, mindfucked puppy that only does what you tell it... but I fucking need her attention so bad it hurts when she's not giving it to me."

"Then learn your place, Sadie, and I'll teach you how to be just like me. Think a few tats, a bit of metal and a fresh cut are gonna make you someone worthy of my Princess's affection? She's a picky eater, doll, only goes for prime cuts. C'mere, kneel, and swear fealty to me. I'll break the femme right out of you." Charlie rests her boot on its heel and Sadie swallows drily, eyes flitting between that offered salvation and the brainwashed blonde who smiles so freely at the both of them. 

The imperfect mirror of her roommate assesses her reflection on the wall with a wry grin, knowing she cannot refuse the offer being made. She hasn't the strength. 

"I... yes, Charlie. I'll be good, okay? So just promise me... when we're done... that she'll like me." Sadie chews her lip, shame burning her cheeks as she reluctantly lowers herself down onto the superior butch lesbian's boot. Her better. She can't even deny the assertion as it appears in her head—in Charlie's smug eyes. 

"You mean when I've mastered you?"

Sadie nods weakly. At this juncture, she's willing to accept whatever humiliating social contract will sate Charlie. So long as she can have her chance at truly unlocking Princess's desire for herself, Sadie's pride is non-present. 

"Good girl. Now rub your cunt against my shin, in most circles this is a reward you know? Stare at Princess if you have to, whatever it takes for you to get off. Only when you've licked clean your mess will the first lesson begin." With a cruel smirk, Charlie presses her leg into the front of those borrowed canvas pants and finds herself far too into this for Sadie to have truly shed her femmehood. The moment Charlie starts to tire of toying with the butch-in-training, she'll know Sadie's transformation is complete. That, and when Princess actually begins to gain some object permanence regarding her roommate's existence. 

Eyes hooded, locking onto the Princess still fussing over her owner with a lilting hum, Sadie begins to fuck her mentor's leg with purpose.