Lexi's Sexual Transformation Ch. 02

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully examining my reflection. Looking down at my body, it amazed me at how good I looked. The amount of skin my outfit showed caught my eye, making me feel sexual and daring. My daily clothes were getting more revealing, and each time I dressed, it was both exciting and nerve-wracking for me.

The light blue mini skirt, just big enough to cover my ass. I adjusted the crop top, noticing how it showed off my curves. The snug fit clung to my skin, drawing attention to my body, while the low-cut neckline showcased my small breast. Though I had always been comfortable with my appearance, this was the first time I truly considered the idea of a boob job.

Jake had texted me after I left the house the morning he fucked me with a website. "How to dress like a slut (33 sexy ways)" A real website written by a woman, it felt so empowering reading Sonya's advice on wearing what makes you feel amazing about yourself and to show it.

Showing your skin and cleavage is the top two on the list.

The thought of getting a breast enhancement lingered in my mind as I continued to study my reflection. I imagined how the procedure might complete the stunning look I was going for, giving me even more confidence in my newfound clothing style. I looked hot, though. My nipples on display under the fabric definitely drew attention that I was not wearing a bra.

I purchased a few outfits with the money Jake gave me following the online guide. The crop top, two short skirts, a sheer top and a pair of heels. It was definitely going to take time to rebuild my wardrobe.

He gave me four other tasks while he and his wife Britta were out-of-town dropping their daughter and my best friend Sarah off at college.

The text read:

Beginning task for my slut:

1. Start an Instagram and post a sexy picture daily.

2. Masturbate listening to an audio file on a website called Literotica called "Awaken Your Inner Slut" while also watching porn for an hour each morning.

3. Buy a sex toy - a realistic dildo, one that reminds you of my cock.

4. Fuck a random stranger. No, Tinder, you are to seduce him with your slutty body.

The fourth task caught me off guard and caused me to gasp. Did he really want me to fuck someone else and a random stranger? It also caused my pussy to get a warm sensation and wetness.

It was a lot more simple of a task than I thought it would be and the second I checked off. The first was I instantly created an Instagram account and took a sexy hot selfie of my new outfit and posted it. I would post each outfit I wear every day with a fun, sexy caption.

I found an adult toy store near my neighborhood where I could buy the sex toy. As I browsed the aisles, I noticed a man checking me out from a distance. I couldn't help but feel a little flattered by the attention. As I approached a section of the store that had a wall full of toys that looked like real cocks. Many appear they actually shaped them like real male porn star cocks. I bit my lip, trying to find the perfect one that reminded me of Jake's.

Up high, I saw it. It caused me to giggle because on the package it was called "realcock" Long and extra thick. Seizing the opportunity to playfully show off my figure, I reached up high, stretching my body and sticking out my ass. The mini skirt I wore pulled up, showing off the bottom part of my ass. I'm not sure if he could see or not that I was not wearing panties.

Once I had the toy in hand, I glanced over at him, offering him a flirtatious smile and giggle. He smiled back, clearly appreciating the view. I took a chance and introduced myself. He seemed embarrassed to be there and asked me what I was shopping for.

I giggled, looked at the toy, then showed it to him. "I guess cock."

He seemed shocked, but laughed. I looked at the price and realized it was a way out of my price range, so I set it down.

I asked him what he was shopping for. He told me he wasn't sure. He was looking for something fun to spice up the bedroom with his girlfriend.

We started talking, and soon enough we couldn't keep our eyes off each other. So we moved to the back corner of the store and continued our conversation, laughing and flirting the entire time. We began exploring the store together, intrigued by all the toys and adult themed items.

Eventually, we stumbled across a sign directing customers through a hall to the video booths. I looked up at him with a devious grin, grabbing his hand, leading him.

Once in the booth section, I noticed some men wandering the halls and looking inside the different booths. I quickly grabbed the man's hand and pulled him into one. He locked the door.

"What are we doing?" He said.

"Put some money in the machine. I've never been in one of these." I giggled.

The screen played a porn video. It started in the middle of a scene. A woman being fucked from behind with a closeup of the man's cock thrusting in and out of her.

There was an arrow and when you pushed it, the channel changed to the next video, then the next. I imagined all the men that sit in these booths and jack off.

The booth was small, barely fitting both of us, but this only added to my excitement as I scanned through the various films until I stopped on one. A blond girl getting fucked by multiple men. I felt the man's hand on my skin. It sent shivers down my spine.

He lightly touched my bare pussy under my skirt, as if he could feel my every desire. I was doing it. I was going to be fucked by a stranger. It was so easy.

I could hear him unbuckle his pants, then I felt his cock against me. He sat down on the bench in front of the screen and pulled me to him. I was so wet and ready to be fucked, god I was already turning into such a slut.

His cock pushed inside me as I sat back on his lap. He grasped my tits and squeezed them.

It felt good. It felt slutty. I ground down on him as he fucked me. The porn video played as I rode this man's cock. It didn't last long. I orgasmed and felt his cock grow as he grabbed my hips and held there. I felt his cum filling my pussy, having an orgasm as he flooded me with his hot seed.

I continued to ride him before I moved off his cock, feeling some of his cum leak out of me.

We both laughed as he told me how fucking hot and unexpected that was. As we were leaving, I had forgotten I was there to buy a toy. "Weren't you going to buy that toy in your hand when we met?" He reminded me. I told him it was too expensive, and I'd come back and browse later. He insisted on buying it for me.

I asked him if he was still going to get a toy for him and his girlfriend. He told me no, that he got everything he needed and preferred to get the toy for me.

Walking to my car with his cum dripping down my leg. I texted Jake. "Got a sex toy that reminds me of your cock daddy, nice, thick and long. Also fucked a stranger in the back of the toy store!"

He texted me back almost instantly. "Good girl, such a perfect little slut. Send me a video of you using the toy. Can't wait to reward your behavior with the real thing when I get back."

I sent him a video later of me riding the toy cock. On the video I say "I love your cock daddy, I can't wait for you to reward me for fucking a stranger."

Over the week they were gone, I did my task. I posted a sexy Instagram photo every day. I was getting more and more confident showing off my body and my followers were increasing quickly. Every day, I masturbated and listened to "Awaken Your Inner Slut". I was thinking about cock all the time! I even got fucked again randomly in the bedroom of a party that my friend Beth and I went to.

I looked in the mirror one last time before putting my heels on. I was looking forward to my girls' day out with Britta!

Britta pulled up in her luxury car, the shiny vehicle reflecting the sunlight as she parked. As she stepped out, it was impossible not to notice her stunning appearance. She dressed to impress, with a sexy outfit that exuded confidence.

Her cut out top, that showcased a hint of under cleavage, was something I could only dream of pulling off. The form-fitting mini skirt showed off everyone of Britta's curves, while her high heels added an extra touch. Her jewelry sparkled as it caught the light.

Britta's makeup was flawless, enhancing her beauty. Her plumped lips were the perfect shade of pink, and her eyes were framed by her long, lush lashes. Her flowing honey blonde hair down her shoulders effortlessly framing her radiant face.

As Britta approached me, I couldn't help but feel inspired by her incredible sense of style and confidence. She looks as an example of how a woman can embrace her femininity and express her sexuality with confidence. The two of us embraced in a hug.

As we were driving in the car for our much-anticipated girls' day out. The sun was shining. I felt comfortable alone with her as we laughed and she shared stories about her daughter Sarah's collage and dropping her off. As we drove down the highway, I glanced over at Britta with a grin.

"Hey, can I ask you a personal question?" I asked, her curiosity piqued.

Britta laughed. "Of course! What's up?"

I took a sec before going for it. "When did you get your boobs done? And are you happy with them?"

Britta just smiled, not at all surprised by my question. "I got them done when I was 22. You know, after having Sarah so young, my body changed so much. Jake felt like I needed a pick-me-up, both physically and emotionally."

I nodded, understanding completely. It was the pick-me-up I felt like I needed. "That makes sense. And you're, like, happy with how they turned out?"

"Totally!" Britta gushed without a pause. "It was life-changing, for real. It boosted my confidence, ya know? And, oh-em, I can't deny that I love, love, LOVE the attention I get from men. It's just soooo much easier to get their attention and keep it. Jake loves that too, seriously."

We both giggled, enjoying our girl talk.

I was so eager to know the day's plans. "So, what's the plan for our girls' day out?"

Britta's eyes lit up, and she enthusiastically shared the details. "I'm such a ditz for not telling you sooner. First, we're going to hit the mall for some major retail therapy! I've been dying to check out the new trends, and I know you need a new wardrobe."

I nodded, feeling super excited. "Oh, I can't wait! Shopping with you is always a blast. What's next?"

Britta beamed. "After that, we're off to get facials at this fancy spa downtown. It's the perfect way to pamper ourselves."

My eyes widened. "That sounds amazing! I'm already feeling more relaxed just thinking about it." I giggled.

"And it doesn't end there," Britta said, grinning. "We're also getting professional make-up done and our hair styled. I can't wait to see your transformation, Lexi!"

I felt a rush of gratitude towards Britta for planning this all for me.

Then she revealed one last surprise. "And last but not least, we'll be visiting the med spa so you can get your lips done. Once you get them done, you'll love the results and want to keep doing them as part of your beauty routine. It'll be the perfect finishing touch to your day of transformation!"

I was speechless! My friends and I always talked about getting lip fillers but never could afford it. "Thank you so much, Britta." I said, still in shock, "This is going to be an unforgettable day."

As we continued chatting, Britta suddenly looked a little down. "You know, I really miss Sarah. I wish she could be here with us today."

I nodded, knowing how much Britta's daughter means to her. "I know, it's going to be hard with her being away at college. But I'm sure she'll love to hear all about our adventures today."

Britta smiled, "You're right. She'll be thrilled to hear about our girls' day out. She will be a little pissed I took you to the med spa. She can come next time. We can plan something special when she's home on break. You should really visit her soon."

As Britta and I had our day of pampering, the reality of the expenses weighed on my mind. I hesitated for a moment before admitting my concerns to Britta.

"Britta, I don't know how I'm going to afford all of this. It's amazing, but it's also really expensive," I confessed, looking down at the ground.

Britta's face lit up, "Lexi, you don't have to worry about that! Just focus on feeling good and looking your best. Trust me, everything else will fall into place."

Her comment had me puzzled, wondering what she meant. As if sensing my confusion, Britta explained further with a sly smile. "You see, when you're confident and looking amazing, people will be drawn to you. And sometimes, they'll want to take care of you. Don't think about work or money. Let the guys think about that."

My eyes widened as I began to understand what Britta was implying. Britta continued, "Besides, you've got a man in your corner who's always willing to lend a helping hand."

As I realized Britta was referring to her husband, I couldn't help but smile. Though the suggestion was unexpected, I felt reassured knowing that I had the support of both Britta and Jake during this time of self-discovery and transformation.

As we continued our conversation, there was something else bothering me.

Britta gently prodded, "Hey Lexi, you seem lost in thought. Is everything okay?"

I sighed, deciding to share more of my concerns with Britta. "It's just... My mom isn't very supportive of my newfound confidence and sexuality. We have been arguing about it since the morning I returned from your guy's pool party. She says girls shouldn't dress the way I do. It's really frustrating because I'm loving trying to be myself and embrace who I am."

Britta offered a comforting smile. "I can imagine how difficult that must be for you. But remember, it's important to stay true to yourself, even when others don't understand or approve, even family."

I nodded, taking Britta's words to heart. "You're right. Maybe it's time for me to find a place of my own, where I can truly be myself with no judgment or restrictions."

Britta encouraged my decision. "That sounds like a great idea, Lexi. Take some time to figure things out and make the best choice for yourself. You just need to stop thinking so much it will all workout for you."

She gave me a warm hug. "I might have an idea, but I need to call Jake first."

The day seemed to fly by in a whirlwind of excitement as Britta and I eagerly tackled every activity on the list. We visited the salon, where we had our hair cut and styled to perfection.

Next, I was treated to a professional make-up session. The make-up artist gave me tips on how to enhance my natural beauty with expertly applied cosmetics. The artists skillfully brought out my best features, leaving there I felt glamorous and radiant. Britta also purchased the list of recommended products for me from the make-up artist.

With our hair and makeup complete, Britta and I moved on to a nail salon, to indulge in luxurious manicures and pedicures. Britta insisted I get longer nails. By the time they were done, my nails were perfectly painted, manicured and about a half inch extended past my fingers. Throughout the day, we also filled the trunk of the car with an impressive array of new sexy clothes. We had explored the mall together, selecting the most revealing outfits and accessories that complimented my new looks. It all boosted my confidence even further. It was a lot of fun trying clothes on with her, giggling and playing as we pushed our asses and chest out.

Britta and I spent the day driving around town, hitting up all her favorite shops, and just hanging out. As we laughed and shared stories, I felt this super strong bond forming between us. Even though Britta was my bestie's mom, I started to see her as more than just a friend. She was becoming a mother figure to me. A woman I wanted to be like.

As we sat down for lunch at a super cute café, I opened up to Britta about my feelings. "You know, Britta, I never, like, really had a close relationship with my mom. But spending time with you, it's like you're the mom I've always wanted."

Britta smiled at me, and you could tell she was really touched by what I said. "Oh-em-gee, I'm so glad you feel that way, Lexi. It means so much to me. I've always thought of you as another daughter, and I'm super happy to be here for you."

For the rest of our girls' day out, I was feeling this new sense of comfort and security with Britta. Our conversations flowed as effortlessly as our giggles. And she was teaching me so much about strutting my stuff in my heels and sexy clothes. Britta has absolutely no shame, and it's totally empowering!

All day long, guys were eyeballing us, and they were falling over themselves to help us out in any way they could. It was amazing!

The med spa, was the last stop of this unforgettable day. Eager to continue my journey of self-improvement and sexual empowerment.

As we entered the office, a handsome middle-aged man with speckled gray hair greeted us. He introduced himself as Dr. Mason, a renowned cosmetic facial surgeon.

Dr. Mason could not resist my charm. As we chatted about treatments, he was openly flirtatious, complimenting my good looks and cracking cute jokes. I felt myself blushing under his gaze, loving the attention of such a handsome and successful man.

Britta was all for the flirting!

In the middle of our conversation, Britta just blurted out that I was thinking of getting my boobs done. Dr. Mason gave me this approving look and nodded. "Given your figure. Your tiny waist, and your round firm butt, breast augmentation would certainly enhance your overall appearance. You'd look stunning."

Then he continued, "Sadly, boob jobs aren't my specialty, but I can get you in with Dr. Carlos in the next few weeks. He's the best in the biz. The doctor who did Britta's surgery mentored him, and as you can see, she looks amazing."

Britta pushed out her chest, giggled and flashed him a big smile. "Oh, thank you Dr. Mason."

I looked at Britta, admiring her gorgeous figure and the amazing results of her surgery. Thinking about meeting Dr. Carlos got me excited.

"Thanks so much, Dr. Mason," I said, grateful. "I'd love it if you could help me get an appointment with Dr. Carlos. Your recommendation means a lot."

Dr. Mason flashed me a warm smile, still being flirty. "Of course, I'd be happy to help. I bet Dr. Carlos will be just as taken with you as I am." He said, placing his hands on my hips.

"So, let's talk about your lip fillers. What look are you going for?" Dr. Mason asked.

I glanced at Britta, then back at him. Smiling, I told him what I was thinking. "I think having plumper lips will make me even more irresistible to guys and boost my confidence."

His hand dropping from my hip and now on my bare leg just below my ass Dr. Mason speaks. "You know, enhancing certain features can really boost your self-esteem and how you view yourself. For instance, plumper lips are often linked to beauty, and if that's what you're truly after, we can make it happen in today's appointment."

I bat my eyelashes at him flirtatiously, feeling his hand on my bare ass, under my skirt.

"I really believe that having fuller lips will make me even more irresistible, like a bimbo or a tantalizing treat that men can't resist," I say in a playful tone.

His hand now cupping my ass, while his fingers slide along my pussy he continues, "Before we go ahead, there's something I'd like to share with you. If you're okay with it, of course."

I giggle and ask, "sure what is it?"

Dr. Mason leans over and gently kisses me, catching me off guard. He then turns to Britta, leaning in and kissing her as well, their lips meeting in a passionate dance. It's clear they're comfortable with each other. This isn't their first time.