Bimbofication: Part 1

The girls left the store and walked with purpose towards the food court; Sarah was hungry. Emma was eye-catching in her new top and elicited stares as they walked through the mall. She didn’t notice the eyes on her body; her head was still spinning from the events in the fitting room. Her arousal was fading as she hurried to follow Sarah, trying to keep up. 

They got to the food court, where Emma finally caught up to Sarah. Sara turned to her and asked, "wh-- -o y-- w--- --t --- ?". Sarah's mouth was moving, but Emma's world went quiet. Her hearing aid batteries had died and would need to be changed with new ones before she'd be able to hear anything again. Emma pointed at her ears, frowned at Emma, and shrugged her shoulders. 

Sarah threw her head back in frustration. This happened occasionally. Emma forgot to replace them and didn’t bring extras. Sarah took Emma's hand, led her to an empty table in the food court, and pointed at it. Sarah then walked towards one of the fast-food vendors. Emma understood that she was to wait at the table for Sarah to return. 

Emma sat down and removed her hearing aids, stuffing them into the pockets of her jeans. She undid her ponytail and let her hair fall, shaking her long brown hair side to side. It always felt good to let her hair out. She usually couldn't have her hair fall free because it brushed against the hearing aids. Emma pulled her glasses off, set them on the table, and rubbed her eyes. She groaned; she still couldn't believe she’d masturbated in the fitting room. 

Just then, three people approached her table. Emma squinted but couldn’t see more than three blurry figures. They were talking to her, but she couldn't hear them without her hearing aids. Emma’s hands fumbled on the table trying to find her glasses, and they fell to the floor.

"Hello, Evan," said Sarah, just arriving and sitting down, sliding a tray of food in front of her. Emma was relieved, and she continued to fumble at the floor under the table, trying to find her glasses. Sarah reached down, grabbed them, and handed them to her. 

With her vision restored, Emma recognized three of the most popular people from her senior year of high school. Evan, one of the hottest guys (in Emma's opinion), and two others. The young woman she recognized from a few of her classes. Katie? She was incredibly athletic, she had the body of a gymnast, and she was wearing barely anything. A loose-fitting crop was cut off just below where her nipples must be. Her body was petite, tight, and muscular. A chain dangled from her pierced belly button. She was wearing tiny denim shorts, and a white thong came up high over her hips. She balanced effortlessly on delicate-looking 4” heels.

"Oh...hey, Sarah." Evan said, unable to hide a look of surprise. He had been leaning over Emma attempting to communicate with her, but he now took a step back. "Are you two friends?...wait a minute..." Evan studied Emma for a moment, recognized her distinctive glasses, and then he glanced at Brad. 

"Is that 'troglodyke'?!" Brad blurted out Emma's unkind nickname through most of high school. Emma didn't know the word, as she had never had it said to her directly. It had been a reference to Emma's unattractive features and her tendency to follow Sarah around everywhere. But now, Emma looked drastically different than Evan or Brad remembered. With Sarah now present, and Emma’s glasses back on, they recognized her.

"Dude..." Evan whispered and elbowed Brad in the ribs, "Sorry, Emma, we didn't recognize you...," Evan said. 

Emma stared up at Evan, a broad excited smile on her face. She blinked dumbly and shrugged. 

"She didn't hear you," Sarah said, shooting a mean look at Brad. Her eyes then scanned the other two. She recognized Brad, another popular guy in school. And...Katie?! Sarah remembered Katie as one of the skater kids, wearing band t-shirts and baggy ripped jeans every day. Now, her petite body was covered by...almost nothing. She was nearly nude, her body on display for everyone. Her thick wavy hair, which Sarah had last seen greasy and knotted, was now styled and fell lightly on her shoulders. She had small, perky breasts, and her loose crop top left no doubt that she had nothing underneath. Sarah was awestruck and…aroused. Not by Katie, specifically, but by how she shamelessly displayed herself. She seemed to be signaling, to everyone, that she was…a whore.

"What are you wearing?!" Sarah asked, in a forward manner unique to Sarah.

"This is more my style now," Katie replied, smiling, and she stretched up and hung her arms around Brad's neck and winked at Sarah. Her small breasts ncame into view as she stretched up her arms, her pierced nipples poked out under the short top. Sarah’s mouth dropped open, her eyes fixed on the shiny silver studs that pierced Katie’s little nubs.

"So," Evan continued, "we were wondering if Emma wanted to come to a party at my place Saturday night. Sort of a final thing before we all go off to different colleges."

Emma continued looking up, smiling. She directed her gaze to whomever she heard speaking but didn't know what they were saying.

"...and of course, Sarah, you can come too...Evan relented, realizing, of course, that Emma wouldn't go alone. His eyes wandered over Emma's body. "You're going to Lornette, right? A few LC seniors I know will be there; maybe I'll introduce you?..."

"Sure. We'll be there…" Sarah replied. Sarah hated social events, but she’d never been invited to one of Evan’s parties. And, being introduced to people at LC would be helpful. But, most importantly, Emma would love to go. 

"And actually," Evan continued, "Brad and Katie are going to LC next year too". 

"You were accepted at Lornette College!?" Sarah said to Katie incredulously. "Your grades were probably even worse than Em's."

Katie's bright red lips came to a flirty smile. She was still hanging from Brad, and she wriggled her athletic body playfully. Her little tits and pierced nipples shook back and forth. She winked again. "Grades aren't the only way to get ahead."

"Come anytime after 8 on Saturday night," Evan said. "See you then Emma." He waved to Emma, a method of communication that she presently understood, and she waved back, still smiling.

Sarah watched them walk off. Katie hung on Evan's arm now. Her high-heeled shoes made her ass sway back and forth as she walked. 

“I’m amazed Katie got into LC. Your application would have been far stronger, and my parents still had to pull strings…” Sarah wondered aloud. Emma, meanwhile, began speaking excitedly about how amazing it was that Evan and Brad had come to talk to them, seemingly to herself, as, of course, she could not hear Sarah respond. But Sarah’s mind wondered, and she couldn’t stop thinking about what Katie was wearing…how exposed she was…

"Let's go. Change of plans." Sarah said, she motioned that Emma should follow her. Sarah had initially planned to take them to an upscale ladies' store to get Emma a formal blazer and some dress pants. But now, Katie's outfit inspired other ideas. Sarah walked quickly, her mind racing, while Emma hurried after her. They walked back in the direction of the store they'd visited earlier. 

They arrived back at the same store, neon ‘Lingerie’ and ‘Clubwear’ signs glowed brightly inside. Emma was confused. Weren't they going to that place that Sarah's Mom shops at? Sarah gestured that she should wait outside the store. Perhaps Sarah forgot something, Emma thought. She pulled out her phone and played a game while waiting outside the store for Sarah to return.

"You're back," said Sadie to Sarah, in a welcoming tone. "Can I show you something for yourself?"

"...definitely not. I'd like to get Em a few more things. What would make her...’stand out’?" 

Sadie took Sarah on a winding path through the lingerie and clubwear sections, showing her many items. Mini skirts, micro skirts, garters, stockings, G-strings, thongs, bikinis, crop tops, tiny dresses, and three of something called a 'lace mini micro bikini bra'. Sarah took dozens of items, every recommendation that Sadie had. 

"Would she like to try anything on?" Sadie asked, noticing Emma waiting outside. Sadie visibly beamed from this sale; she'd do nicely from the commissions. 

"No," Sarah replied as she paid for the items with cash. "She’s not ready yet…"