Bimbofication: Part 2

Sarah parked the car in a popular area of the city’s downtown. The nightlife was bustling. Crowds of people moved on the sidewalk outside the car, laughing and talking loudly. Emma shifted nervously, naked and spread in the backseat, but she was hidden behind Sarah’s tinted windows.

“Are you worried they’ll see you, slut?” Sarah teased, reaching behind her and gently caressing Emma’s pussy.

Emma nodded, trying to put on her best puppy-dog eyes, with her tongue already out.

“Well, they won’t quite see you naked tonight. I’ve got another surprise for you…” Sarah said, producing a small white box tied with a gold ribbon.

“This is for you, Em. Get up, open it!” Sarah said, holding the gift.

Emma, still nude, sat up from her position excitedly and took the gift. She pulled at the bow carefully and opened the small box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a shimmering web of interlinked golden chains. Emma pulled it out of the box and held it up, thinking at first it was jewelry. It was a dress.

A masterwork of audacity, constructed entirely from delicate golden chains designed to catch and refract light with every subtle shift. It would hang loosely over the shoulders forming a loose, draping web. Over the torso, back, and hips, the chains were sparse, leaving skin largely exposed between the segments of the web. The chained webs were denser over the breasts and across the lower hips.

The true genius of the dress was its dynamism. When the wearer stands still, it presents a glittering web of minimal coverage, with chains covering the areas where it would be legally required in public. But when the dress moves, the chains dance and flow, parting and re-forming. A step forward causes the lines over the stomach to swing apart, and a twist of the torso separates the chains over the breasts. A turn causes the lower chains to swirl, possibly revealing a faint glimmer of the bare pussy underneath. It was a dress that promised constant fleeting exposure.

“I had it sized to fit you exactly…” Sarah said, helping Emma slip the dress over her head and arrange the chains so it draped as designed. 

“I can’t wear this!...” Emma whined, as she slipped it on over her head. She caught her reflection in the darkened window. For a brief moment the old Emma stared back at her in terror at the extreme public exposure this dress would subject her to. But as she stared at her reflection longer the fear melted away, replaced by a thrilling, illicit daring.

From the driver’s seat, Sarah reached back and yanked Emma's pigtails to bring her face close. “Be a good little bimbo for me…” Sarah said, and she kissed Emma deeply, slipping her tongue into Emma’s mouth, sealing the transformation and silencing the last of Emma's doubts.

“Oh, and I almost forgot…” Sarah said, breaking away from the kiss. She reached under her seat again and pulled out Emma’s shoes. They were her old high-top sneakers, now pristine white, a stark, childish counterpoint to the shimmering tiny dress.

Sarah exited her car, standing now on the busy sidewalk. Music from nearby nightclubs thumped in the background. Sarah adjusted the sleeves of her black blazer and then turned to open the back door.

Emma stepped out onto the sidewalk, and immediately heads turned to look at her. She smiled and clutched Sarah’s arm to follow her to wherever they were going.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked.

“You don’t recognize it?” Sarah said, pointing at the destination ahead of them. It was the nightclub that wouldn’t let them in on Emma’s birthday, before her transformation.

They strolled by the long line of people in their best clothes for their night out, waiting to get into the club. As they passed, the ambient noise of the crowd seemed to dip, a wave of hushed whispers and gasps following in their wake. Emma felt their eyes like a physical touch, trailing over her exposed skin. It wasn't judgment she felt, but pure, unadulterated desire. It was a current of energy that flowed into her, making her tingle. She smiled and gave an extra little wiggle to her hips, not just enjoying the attention, but feeding on it.

Two velvet ropes hung between posts by the door, one for the line and one for VIPs. Sarah and Emma stood at the VIP rope, and Emma smiled at the bouncer.

“Holy shit… that’s the smallest dress I’ve ever seen…” he said, gawking at Emma’s body.

“Thank you…” Emma said sweetly, posing provocatively with one arm over her head and the other on her hip. With her arm raised her breast slipped out from under the chain. Emma looked down at her exposed breast and then back up to the bouncer, biting her lower lip seductively.

“Have a great night, girls…” he said, smirking, and he opened the rope for them.

Emma adjusted the top and clutched Sarah’s arm, swinging her hips and dancing as they made their way into the club's flashing lights and throbbing music.

Emma was the center of attention on the dance floor. She was smiling widely, sweaty, and dancing provocatively. She knew that many eyes watched her, and she lavished in the attention. Flashes of her bald pussy and breasts came into view occasionally, barely covered by the dress. Men and women danced with Emma, moving their hands over her body, while she moved to the music without care or worry.

Sarah watched Emma from the bar. She observed how Emma shamelessly displayed herself and how everyone around her seemed to be drawn into her orbit. Sarah’s mind wandered, thinking of how to push Emma further, remembering that Evan’s house party was the next night…