Looking around the house, the party was now in full swing. Gemma, ever the wallflower, scanned around for people she knew or could at least tolerate. As she sheepishly made her way through the crowd, clutching firmly to her drink – a pre-mixed can of gin and tonic, she would have this and two others – she was struck by the number of girls dressed in elaborate and revealing garments.
“Attention seekers” she thought to herself. She had no such desire to stand out, yet part of her wondered how she would look in something racier than the plain, white shirt and brown pants she had she had elected to wear. Were it not for the high-tops, she would be dressed just like her fifth grade teacher. Only with worse glasses.
There was no danger of her attracting anyone’s attention.
Or so she thought.
“Look, it’s Gemma” exclaimed Carly, a girl from her physics class.
“Where?” queried Elise.
“Over there” She responded pointing in Gemma’s direction.
“Wow. Looks like there was no quality control with admission to this party”
“I think she’s friends with Amy, so she got invited that way”
“Does she always tuck her shirt into her pants? And who has their hair up like that?”
As Elise and Carly continued, stood between the two of them with her back to the wall was Rebecca. She remained silent as she observed proceedings with her long blonde cascading down her left shoulder and resting neatly above her cleavage which was accentuated further by the tight, pink tank top she sported. She was not oblivious to the gazes she drew from the males at the party, rather she contemptuously ignored them, revelling in the attention which, in her mind, she fully deserved. Both from them and her lackeys, Elise and Carly. She was every inch the popular girl.
She sipped on her vodka, brushed her hair over her ear and entered into the conversation
“So you don’t like this Gemma girl then?”
“Huh” Carly piped up. “Oh, no, she’s okay, she’s just kind of boring. You can’t get any conversation from her”
“Yeah” Elise concurred.
“Well…” Rebecca began “Let’s see if we can have some fun with her anyway.”
Rebecca began walking off, Elise and Carly followed like puppies following their master.
Over the other side of the room Gemma was looking at the back of a guy’s head, wondering if when he turned round he would have a nice smile. Maybe h would smile at her. They would strike up a conversation, they would hit it off. Maybe she would come out of her shell. Her thoughts suddenly went straight from PG-13 to a hard ‘R’.
Then he turned around.
He caught Gemma mid day-dream with a smirk on her face. He smiled at her puzzlingly and when she realised, she immediately went beet red and glanced down into the drink she was struggling to finish.
He approached her, his large frame began to intimidate her slightly.
“Is it my haircut?” he asked. Gemma had no idea how to respond so just froze.
“It’s my haircut isn’t it? I should stop going to the barbers with a picture of Ryan Seacrest and saying; ‘this please’” He joked.
“No, it’s nice. I’d have it done myself…” As it dawned on her what she had just said, she was actually relieved when they were interrupted. By Rebecca no less.
“Mark” she walked up and stroked his arm as if marking her territory.
“Hi girls” he said with a somewhat casual indifference. Rebecca turned to face Gemma.
“Gemma, is it?”
She sheepishly nodded.
“You’re in Carly’s physics class right?”
“Uh, yes” Gemma watched as Mark nodded to her then left. Rebecca continued.
“So, you know Mark?”
“No, I mean I do. But not really. We have classes together.” She noticed Rebecca wasn’t really listening.
“Why aren’t you wearing any make up?”
The question threw Gemma and she tried to fumble a response.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just thinking because you’re really attractive, but you’re dressed like a librarian on the weekend.”
Gemma had to agree with Rebecca. Even though she was shocked he had the brass to say it.
“I guess”
“Hey…” Rebecca began “I noticed the way Mark was looking at you, like he was interested. Kinda.”
Gemma wasn’t really sure where this was going but allowed her to continue.
“Why don’t you borrow some of my makeup and give yourself a quick makeover? Or better yet, I’ll do it for you!”
“I… I don’t know. I mean… Why?”
“Duh! So Mark won’t be able to resist you!”
Gemma again looked down into her drink and all kinds of sceptical thoughts entered her mind. Maybe she could still leave and go home? She wouldn’t have this problem if she just stayed home and played scrabble with her mother.
“Come on!” Rebecca placed her hand on Gemma’s shoulder. Gemma looked into Rebecca’s eyes and Rebecca tilted her head to the side and smiled.
Against her better judgement, Gemma nodded.
“Okay.” She said, and then proceeded to finish off her drink in an almighty gulp.
“Perfect.” And with that, Rebecca grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Gemma was sat on the edge of the bath. She looked around thinking how spacious it was. Rebecca removed a few makeup items from her purse.
“Okay this is good”
She move Gemma to the middle of the bathroom floor and got her to kneel down. Rebecca then stood directly behind her.
“First things first” she stated and with that, she removed a pair of tights from her purse. She took hold of Gemma’s arms and crossed her hands behind her back.
“What are you doing?” Gemma queried with a puzzled tone.
“Oh, this is just to stop you rubbing your eyes or your lips while we do this” Rebecca responded with all the conviction of a sub-standard soap actress. Yet as she knotted the tights securely, Gemma merely allowed it to happen. Gemma then felt a second pair of tights being wrapped around her ankles. Before she could even raise a query, Rebecca interjected.
“Just relax, it’s all part of the makeover”
Gemma wasn’t in any pain from her bonds but could barely move an inch. She could feel how securely the tights held her even through her shit cuffs.
She removed Gemma’s glasses and started off colouring Gemma’s eyes, then added some lip gloss. She intermittently reassured Gemma saying “Just relax” and “It’s looking good”
All Gemma could do was hope she wouldn’t over do it. But all the while, she twisted her wrists around slightly to try and get loose. Rebecca finished off and pulled Gemma to her feet. She placed Gemma’s glasses back on her face.
“I really want to rub my face” Gemma said
“Now let’s do something with this outfit”
Rebecca stood in front of Gemma and unbuttoned three extra buttons on her shirt so it was just above her bra. Gemma wasn’t comfortable with that so she
“Now for the hair” and with that, Rebecca untied Gemma’s hair. It fell down so swiftly and naturally and was surprisingly longer than it looked, the lack of any kind of product needed to achieve this left Rebecca somewhat jealous.
She grabbed Gemma by the arms and stood her on her feet. Just then, Carly and Elise walked in.
“How is it going?” asked Carly.
“Oh we’re just ready for the big reveal” proclaimed Rebecca. She turned Gemma to face the mirror and as her eyes focussed she caught sight of herself.
“Um…” she began “Isn’t it a little much for me?”
“Oh, you don’t like it?” Rebecca asked. But before Gemma could respond, Rebecca interrupted.
“Well I guess we better wash it off then!”
Rebecca grabbed another pair of tights from her purse as Gemma struggled to keep her balance with no support. Carly and Elise flanked Gemma, holding her up while Rebecca approached her with the third pair of tights. She shoved the middle into Gemma’s mouth wrapping it around her head as many times as the elasticity would allow. All three girls were cackling like a coven of witches as Gemma tried in vain to free herself. She wrestled with Elise and Carly, writhing around trying in vain to free herself, but they held her tight and as Rebecca knotted the tights at the side of Gemma’s face, she stepped back and moved towards the shower.
She opened the door and turned on the shower, Gemma’s eyes widened with horror as she realised what was about to happen. Carly and Elise began dragging Gemma to the shower.
“MMMMMHHHH!!! MMHH HHHMM HHH!!!!” She screamed through her gag.
Elise and Carly deposited Gemma into the shower and under the lukewarm water. Within seconds, she was soaked.
The three girls laughed as they watched her sat in the corner of the shower tensing herself up as the water began to chill her.
With that, Elise propped the door of the shower shut with a broom that was in the corner of the room and they left. But not before Rebecca added a final insult.
“There, now you can wash all of that off and get rid of your body odour at the same time!”
And then they were gone.
To be concluded.
Thanks all xxxx