Bimbofication: Part 2

Sarah had completed her errands and returned to the spa, hoping that Emma was finished. She strode to the counter, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The older woman, the spa's owner, heard the approach and came out to greet her.

“Is she nearly ready?” Sarah asked, her voice clipped.

“Oh yes, we are just done with her. I will take you to one of our private rooms and then bring her to you,” the older woman said, her tone deferential.

The ‘private room’ was small and dimly lit, a space for clients to decompress between treatments. Sarah sat in a plush chair opposite the door and waited.

The door opened, and Emma shuffled in. Her arms were stretched out protectively, feeling out in front of her as she moved into the silent room.

“Hello, Em.”

“Sarah!” Emma cried, her voice breaking with relief as she moved toward the sound of Sarah’s voice.

“I bet you’re angry with me for leaving you, but I knew you needed a proper—”

Sarah’s sentence was cut off. She looked down in stunned silence. Emma had dropped to her knees on the ground in front of her and pressed her lips to the polished leather of Sarah’s boot. The gesture was reminiscent of their childhood games of dare, where Sarah would manipulate Emma into losing a game and kissing her feet as punishment. Sarah had always seen it as a game, a silly power dynamic. But now, seeing the absolute devotion in Emma’s posture, she understood that Emma enjoyed it.

Sarah held her hand open, and Emma felt her old hearing aids with her fingers. She fidgeted with them, turning them on and inserting them into her ears so she could hear again. 

“Did you have fun here at the spa…?” Sarah asked.

“Mmm hmmm, it was amazing!” Emma responded, her voice muffled, her nose still pressed against the boot.

“Stand up, slut.”

Emma rose in a single, fluid motion, reaching her arms high above her head and spreading her legs apart in a practiced, obedient pose.

Sarah, seated before her, hooked a finger into the belt of Emma’s robe. It opened, uncovering her naked body. Emma immediately lowered her arms, shrugged the robe off, and raised them again over her head.

“Good girl. I much prefer you naked…” Sarah traced her finger down a hand to Emma’s abdomen, to her bare pubic mound, feeling the impossibly smooth skin.

“Mmmm…I prefer it too…” Emma moaned, leaning into the touch.

“I got you a few presents, slut…” Sarah said, her voice dropping to a soft, conspiratorial whisper. “I want you to hold completely still…”

Emma nodded, her breath held in anticipation.

Sarah cleaned her hands with disposable wipes and then opened the contact lens case.

“Hold your eyelid open.”

Emma understood, kneeling again. She fumbled for a moment, her long acrylic nails clumsy, before managing to pull one eyelid wide.

Sarah delicately placed the lens on her eye and nudged it into position with her finger. They repeated the process for the other eye. Emma blinked. The world snapped into focus. For the first time, she could see without the barrier of her thick glasses.

Sarah took her hand and pulled her towards a full-length mirror at the other side of the room.

Emma gazed with wonder at her naked body in the reflection. It was the first time she’d ever seen herself so clearly, unobscured by ugly glasses. Her eyes were drawn to the bright pink hair in playful high pigtails, and the bald skin of her pubic mounds. Then to her face, her pouty pink lips, she looked so… feminine. She posed, turning her nude body this way and that. She tossed her pink pigtails, watching them bounce. A new, potent confidence bloomed in her chest. She felt beautiful, like a supermodel, or a porn star…

She saw Sarah move in the reflection behind her. “You look amazing, Em…” Sarah whispered, her hands coming to rest on Emma’s bare shoulders. “…and I got you something else…”

From her pocket, Sarah produced the new, nearly invisible hearing aids. She gently slipped the old devices from Emma’s ears and replaced them with the new ones. As she subtly pressed a button on a second, smaller remote, a soft, almost inaudible click sounded in Emma's ears. “Can’t even tell they’re there…” Sarah whispered, her lips brushing Emma’s ear.

——

Linh and Huyen watched the closed door to the private room. “What do you think they’re doing in there?” Huyen wondered aloud.

Finally, the door opened. Sarah emerged, walking with her confident stride toward the spa’s exit. Emma followed closely behind.

Emma’s pink pigtails bounced as she practically skipped down the hall, barefoot. The crop top strained against her large breasts, which jiggled with every buoyant step. The micro skirt sat low on her hips, offering fleeting flashes of her bald, smooth pussy with every confident movement.

Linh’s and Huyen’s mouths gaped open as they watched Emma pass by, completely shameless, radiant. For a moment, Emma’s eyes met Huyen’s. Emma smiled, a slow, knowing wink, and then she was gone, exiting the spa behind Sarah.