You meet up with Lauren after school, and start to explain that as much as you want to go to prom with her, you can't do it
Lauren starts ranting about how her dad's a lawyer, and verbal contracts and that she could sue you. You can't tell if she's joking or not.
Lauren stops "I'll tell you what I'll let you out of the deal if... You let me dress you up at my house and you can honestly say you don't look good enough to pass.
You sigh, alright... If I don't look great, I get to wear a suit and still take you to prom."
Now she sighs, "yes, if I can't make you look like a pretty girl... as unlikely as that is. You may take me, in a suit"
You follow her the rest of the way to her home. She takes you up to her room, and, she asks you to take off your shirt, she wraps around a wide leather strap with laces, she ties it and tightens it corsetting you, she hands you a pair of panties, turning around so you can change.
You blush a deep red color and do so, tucking your junk back between your legs to better hide it in the lacy panties.
You tell her she can turn back around, Lauren barely glances at your crotch, shes being very professional about this. she takes a bra and clips it on you, stuffing some socks into it.
Lastly she gives you a tight T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans, and high heels. you put them on, the jeans further flattening your crotch, the T-shirt shows off your corset-made curves and the heels force you to stand in such a way to show off your stuffed breasts more so and a more elegant stance, but you still don't look like a girl, you're about to tell Lauren, but she cuts you off.
"we're not done, I still need to do your hair and makeup."
You sigh, but sit at her makeup table, she starts fluffing your shaggy hair, straightening it, and combing it, the effect makes it look longer but also more feminine, but on top of that she styles it femininely.
You start to get worried, she might be able to do this.
Finally she gets to makeup, she quickly makes your eyes look gorgeous mysterious and most definitively feminine, next your lips, then eyebrows. She stands you up in front of the mirror with a smirk.
You know shes won, but can't accept it You say "no way I still look like a guy in girls clothes"
"you and I both know that's a lie, currently, you look more like a girl than i do, but i'm not wearing makeup so thats to be expected, Good news I'll still be your date to prom."
Dread rises as you can't back out now, you've lost she can clearly make you look like a girl, and you have to take her to prom in a dress.
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