Pink-Pilled Anthology: Sweetheart Ch. 03

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The whole interaction had seemed like an eternity inside my mind but as I opened my eyes, I regained my breath and found that I had probably been holding it in for perhaps a minute.

I still felt a warm pleasurable sensation around my crotch and the web of liquid drooled out from my clit had become quite substantial.

I took my first step forwards on those heels, my very first-time walking on heels since I had been awakened.

I felt the heft of their weight, thick heavy platforms and heel made them unwieldy. Even for in their 'Lolita' style their height was considerable, and I found I lacked the grace and dexterity Sweetheart owned.

~Even with my natural speed in these things I would be an easy target for anybody. No running away. ~ I thought.

But then I moved forward again, and again. Feeling how this constrained, vulnerable sensation made something inside me twitch in pleasure. I wanted to be exposed, to show myself to the world. And if the world wanted to take advantage of me, who was I to deny it.

I closed my apartment door and waited in front of the elevator, the suspense and dread for what was going to appear in that full length mirror didn't let me stay still. I found myself lightly bouncing on my heels, as if trying to hurry the elevator to arrive.

The chime of the elevator stopping at floors below sent shivers into my spine. I was about to really experience what I had become: my full feminine persona.

~Is this what I truly wanted?~ I asked myself looking down at the pastel-pink fabric covering my arms.

I lifted one of my feet slightly ahead of me so that I could see the shoes that were completely obscured by the billowing skirt above them. Glossy white material with a large pink plastic bow behind each ankle. ~Would I come to regret taking this path later on?~ 

I saw the numbers on the display above the door. ~Just one more floor. ~

And then it hit me. ~Would there be someone in the elevator?!~ My heart started to race at the thought.

~Surely no one could recognize my old self in this new, perfect body. But even so...~ I saw the dress I was wearing once again. I felt how much higher I stood on those heels, how much more vulnerable I was in this outfit, my movements restricted my skin exposed.

*Ding, dong*

The doors slowly slid open. An empty space welcomed me in an I caught my breath, just to lose it again as I saw the reflection in the mirror.

The well-lit space served as a spotlight compared to the dim hallway from where I was entering, and what I saw revealed itself as if I was taking center stage in a play.

Into the light a shape appeared, just a few inches taller than the height of the elevator's railing. Her long black hair was neatly tied back in a clean-look high ponytail. Her long thin neck gave way to a delicate cleavage, frail looking but large breasted thanks to the push up effect of the dress.

At the shoulders puffy fabric billowed out resembling that vintage style fairy tale look. All in pale pink, the sleeves flowed from the shoulder covering the skin all the way down to a little bit further than the wrists making the fingers look even more delicate under the folds of the white cuffs.

The bodice itself was tight against my waist in a sort of corset fashion, thinning out my silhouette to a cartoonish degree, but slightly covered by a decorative apron of white fabric.

The ballerina style skirt lifted itself to the sides creating a mirage effect where my hip to waist ratio seemed almost fantastic.

I almost missed something hidden behind the whole ensemble. Giving contrast to the pink bodice and skirt, from my back, at the level where my belly button was, a great stiff bright white bow sprouted forth, wider than my shoulders.

I turned around to take a look at it and found that the great size of it covered from the height where my shoulder blades finished to the very end of my skirt, even dangling the two long tails of the bow a little bit below the skirt.

The whole thing looked like butterfly wings strapped to my back.

I took one step closer to the mirror and was almost surprised to see that the girl inside copied my movements. Still not quite believing that that perfect little doll could indeed be me.

The makeup was indeed fantastical, Sweetheart managed to capture the magical energy of a fairy in perfect combination with the tender innocent look that the dress portrayed. My long lashes and large blue eyes were highlighted in dark eyeliner and pearlescent shadow, the whole thing adorned with little floral accents drawn at the edges. The natural blush of my cheeks was heavily accentuated and even in my nose she placed a little of that 'sunburnt' red.

Of the whole work, my lips were the crowning jewel: a rainbow of color started with dark red almost where my lips turned inwards and lightened up to the creamiest bright pink at the edges, all glossed up to give the appearance of a permanently wet and inviting mouth. I opened it slightly and traced the line with my tongue, almost drooling wet.

I stared at myself almost in a trance, seeing how I could control that beautiful girl inside the reflection. How I could make her smile, make her open her mouth, make her lick her own lips.

I didn't even realize as Sweetheart was silently putting the finishing touches to that mirage of perfect sensual innocence: placing a large pink bow where my ponytail began.

*Ding, dong*

The bell woke me up from the trance once more and I could think a little bit clearer again. The dread of exposing myself to the world filled me again.

I slowly turned around and took my first hesitant step outside.

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My heart was skipping several beats as I took my steps out of the tram and into that outdoor street mall from yesterday. The area right outside my apartment and all the way to the tram stop had been nearly deserted, and while a few people did turn to see the young girl dressed up in a full cosplay maid outfit, that proved quite bearable.

The area right outside this stop was another thing entirely, a Sunday afternoon through and through; the street was full to the brim. This would be my real debut.

I placed one foot gingerly into the street below. Sweetheart wouldn't help me at all in my movements and I found each of my steps a delicate balance between moving and falling.

I ended up flaring my forearms to the side to try to help me keep balance as I crossed the midline of the street, a quirky little girly jaunt followed as a few cars stopped in their tracks to let me pass.

Some people on the sidewalk had already stopped to look, and soon enough a few more and more. In a street full of people, a little over thirty had their eyes completely fixed on this pink fairy as she struggled to cross the street in high heels.

I lifted my eyes from the pavement and instantly felt the pressure of their gaze. I was a thing to be looked at, to be enjoyed. I was decoration. A perfect little object.

A smile appeared on my lips, the mix of fear, exposure and pleasure was something completely new and stronger than I ever expected.

Never again would I go unnoticed, I would be the center of attention.

Suddenly, a stumble, a shifted paving stone, the edge of my heel catching it wrong. My arms flew out and a small high-pitched yelp from my core.

The floor came up and I barely managed to put my hands forwards before I landed.

The crowd seemed to part away, and for a long time I laid there, hands and knees on the floor. Face red with shame.

~I am no perfect doll... ~ I thought as the sudden silence of the street caught me unawares. I looked up behind me. A group of young men were already reaching for their phones. I was going to be humiliated.

I knew they had a full view beneath the skirt, white panties that went halfway up my cheeks. The thigh-highs with the pink bows. Even the tiny bulge in my panties. All of it was going to be online forever.

~A degraded little whore...~ I thought, and for a moment I didn't move, picturing how Sweetheart looked in my dream, covered in cum and filth.

"Here miss, I'll help you." A voice close to my face brought me back to reality.

A young man, or boy. Thin and small at least, was offering his arm to me. A warm smile in his face.

The sound of the crowd ramped up, more excitedly than before. I was able to make out the odd comment regarding my fall, and at the very least people seemed to have enjoyed the show.

He seemed to pull me up without any effort but then I was surprised to see that he was barely a few inches taller than me. Thin and small, a cute face and large hazel eyes.

~Cute kid.~ I heard Sweetheart comment as she guided my eyes all over him.

"I could... help you go wherever you need to." He said, his voice high pitched and trembling slightly.

I looked at him, blushing thoroughly his large eyes would dance between looking at the floor and staring at me with amazing focus.

"Umm..." I started, thinking about a polite way to say no. But as I took another step, I noticed my feet trembling and with some trouble catching my balance.

Yesterday in flat shoes I had not noticed but the sidewalk was made of worn-out bricks and round stones. Not an easy walk for the best of models.

I looked at him once more. He was young an innocent, but definitely smitten. Even with this little experience I knew he would do whatever I asked of him.

Sweetheart tried to push through, and I felt her desire to turn this poor soul into another of her worshipers. But I pushed her away and without malice or too much sweetness in my words I said:

"Well... if you really don't mind..."

I offered my hand to him, and he grabbed it at once. And we took a couple of steps together, immediately I felt more secure on my feet with this young man by my side.

"My name is Charlie. Y-you, you are beau... I mean where are we... Going?" he stumbled with his words flapping about sweetly.

I felt again Sweetheart giving me a push to torture this man, but I could bring myself to listen to her.

"Thank you very much." I began, and then to try and reassure him: "I do feel much better on my feet now. It's a really big help!"

He looked down at my feet and smiled.

I continued: "Just to the bakery that's a few blocks away. I'm supposed to do a photoshoot there."

His face lit up at once and a broad smile formed ear to ear on his face.

~Fine... lets not torture him.. he is too pure.~ said Sweetheart.

But he was already excitedly answering:

"YOU ARE THE BAKING FAIRY!"

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He took me almost skipping to the bakery while explaining in as many words as he could that he was the bakers grandson. And that his grandfather had asked him to come and help out with the photoshoot.

"But I would never have expected he found such a beautiful model!" he looked all over me focusing on the dress and makeup bit more than expected. "He must have paid you a fortune!"

I decided to thank him instead of telling him that his grandfather and I never actually talked about payment at all.

By the time we reached the bakery I would consider that Charlie and I were already starting to become friends: he had told me how he had just finished highschool (even thou he didn't look at all like a college aged man) and how he didn't really know what he wanted to do but did enjoy the arts and photography specially.

I noticed a few more things as well, his hands that helped me up were delicate and small. His lack of facial hair and neatly trimmed eyebrows. The way he stared at my shoes.

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"Hi gramps!" he exclaimed as he ran off to hug the old baker.

The large man looked much more well-groomed than yesterday, a clean brown apron and his long beard was now trimmed down making him look much more like a bear and much less like a city mall Santa Claus.

"Well, aren't you the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He loudly exclaimed as I approached.

"That is a beautiful dress. You put a lot of work into that attire. Thank you." He said putting one hand on my arm and giving it a soft reassuring squeeze.

"She looks gorgeous gandpa!" Charlie added. And I found myself inside the wooden space of this cozy bakery being admired by this wholesome little family. A wide smile pushed itself through to my lips and I couldn't contain my own excitement, a few moments later I found myself hopping into the air giggling.

"Oh wow! Don't go flying away little fairy, we still need you for the shoot!" said the old man clapping as he looked up and down as I jumped.

"Oh hehe sorry! I... " I found myself breathing rapidly, my heart racing with glee. "heh... lets... lets better get to working."

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We spent the next few hours chatting and laughing as Charlie took pictures and I struggled to look like I knew how to make any of the sweets portrayed.

"Well... you might be beautiful little fairy, but perhaps you are better at flying than at cooking." The old baker said when the kitten cookies I was making ended up looking less like a kitten face and more like a pugs.

I pouted a bit but seeing Charlie's face light up I couldn't hold up my frown and broke into laughter.

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Quicker than I thought I had spent over five hours in that bakery, and we managed to take over a hundred pictures and a few videos.

"Well younglings I will need to start heading off to prepare tomorrow's items." He said opening a large door that led into a backroom where he kept most of his working equipment.

"You are more than welcome to stay as long as you want. Be sure to come by on Tuesday. I'll have something special for you." He reached over to me and spread his arms around me.

Instinctively I fell forward and let myself get wrapped up in his embrace. Feeling safe and loved in this old man's arms.

He smiled warmly and said his goodbyes.

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Charlie stared at me smiling after the baker left. But then his eyes turned a bit more serious and after a short moment of silence he opened his mouth.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, a deep longing filling his words and his demeanor a little sadder and a little smaller than before.

I turned to face him. His eyes were fixed on my shoes and his lips pursed up.

I grabbed both of his hands with mine and as he lifted his eyes at me I received his gaze with a soft reassuring smile.

"Anything Charlie..." and then we said: "I'm your friend."

His eyes looked up at me, almost tearing. And his voice broke a bit but managed to say: "Could I..?"

He took a deep breath again and continued: "C-could I ever become... like you?"

I looked at him, a single tear ran down his red cheek, his voice was breaking, and his breathing started to grow more and more unstable. "I've always wanted to... to be... someone... someone like you..."

His voice finally brole during those last few syllables.

I didn't think about the answer. I pulled him in and wrapped my arms as tight as I could against this poor boy and pressed him into me as he started to quietly sob.

"Shhh shhh" I heard myself say.

And then Sweetheart took over as I also broke down crying inside a corner of my mind remembering all the pain that those same feelings brought me in the past. She spoke through my lips:

"Its ok... everything is going to be okay."

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We spent a good few minutes holding each other and quietly sobbing away the many pains of our pasts.

After recovering from the worst, he explained that he had thought I was a girl up until a few hours into the shoot where I slipped up a couple of phrases and he managed to notice that I wasn't always as I am now.

He told me that throughout his whole life he had wanted to be someone like me, but fear held him back for what he thought was too long and now that he was "grown up" he felt it was too late to do anything but swallow his regret.

We talked over an hour and well into the sunset about the subject, although I found myself unable to mention the Doctor or anything involving my transformation. As much as I wanted to tell him.

I concluded that I would help him in this, and we were about to set up a date for his first "makeover" when I heard my phone ring.

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I barely recognized the sound, but instantly I felt Sweetheart tense up and she took over telling Charlie to: "Excuse me."

It was the Doctor's ringtone.

She took the phone out of my bag, large for my hands, a white plastic cover with decorative cat ears and tail. But she was filled with dread at the sight of it.

"Listen" I heard the doctor say as I answered the phone. "I am really sorry."

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I said a quick goodbye to Charlie and stepped out into the street, now colder and emptier than during the day.

"What is it?" I asked, starting to worry at the sinking feeling that was growing inside Sweetheart.

"This order came from the top. I am so sorry; But we have no choice about it." He said and then continued with the words that Sweetheart was hoping she didn't hear:

"You have a playdate..."

Sweetheart trembled and even through the memory blocks she still had I managed to catch glimpses of what that fear meant: pain, torture, humiliation... death.

She forced herself to speak and asked almost brokenly:

"W-with who...?"

The Doctor sighed and finally condemned me:

"... with Bambi..."

The sinking feeling grew stronger, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes even if I couldn't understand the implications of his words.

"Listen Sweetheart. You need to be strong." He started. He wasn't talking to me, he was talking directly to the actual Sweetheart inside my mind.

"You can survive this I know. It will be difficult but you can; You have done it once before." He paused and I felt the pain swelling up again from where the hidden memories were kept.

He continued: "But this time you are not alone... you need to protect your other half, she is a baby still and has never faced anything like this."

He concluded with: "You can't let her brake."

Sweetheart moved the phone away from her ear and looked up into the sky, the couple of stars that could be seen through the city lights were starting to shine. She took a deep breath and moved the phone back to her ear.

"When is it?" she asked.

"In half an hour" was his response.

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My feet were no longer under my control and I felt how she expertly moved through the sidewalk and into the tram.

As we stood by a pole in the quietness of the tram car I asked inside my mind:

~What is going on? Where are we going? Who is this Bambi?~

Her answer was swift but also filled with terrible dread.

~We have a playdate, a televised encounter with another Pink-pilled girl. Like the one you saw with that redhead.~ she paused and I tried to understand why would a porn recording be something to be so fearful of.

~So... what's the pro." I began but she answered immediately.

~Bambi is not like other girls.~

~What do you mean? Isn't she just another Pink-pilled?~ I asked

~Yes. She is... but at the same time, she isn't. Something in the way she was broken, changed her. She might look like any of us, but below that blue hair of hers...~ she breathed. ~Is something dark, something tragic; Evil. ~

More glimpses of memory filled my mind: Her cruel smile, her slender form covered in wet blackness... a ring shining in the darkness, swallowed in terrible surrender.

~Last time... she almost broke me too.~ Sweetheart finished.

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The ride on the tram took me longer than expected. I stood around anxiously playing with my skirt, shifting my weight from one heel to the other, feeling the breeze slip through my thighs every time the doors opened.

Even thou I spent the whole day in this dress, suddenly I felt more exposed and fragile than ever before.