Joining the WAG's (For Amiee)

Amy was fucking bummed that she had to go over to her stupid Aunt Rebecca's house for her dumb party.  She hated her Aunt and her spoiled bitchy friends - but Aunt Rebecca had put immense pressure on Amy's mum for her to attend this year.  Amy had only agreed when it was made clear she didn't have to dress up or anything - she could wear her normal comfortable clothing just how she liked. She still didn't really want to go and hang out with a bunch of spoiled celebs, even though some girls her age would have been jealous.

Rebecca had been a nobody from the estate just like Amy's Mum, until she had hooked up with a footballer and got her claws into him.  With an injection of money and power, she'd had a boob job - become a model and an Instagram influencer and was now a (WAG - Wife&Girlfriend) of a Premier League football player - which mostly seemed to involve spending his money and living a life of luxury.

Recently Aunt Rebecca had gotten into a massive online spat with another WAG, her former bestie, who had been caught cheating on her husband and selling stories about the girls to the papers.  She'd now fallen into disgrace and been banished from the WAG circle, her husband divorcing her and casting her out into tabloid disgrace.

Arriving at the house Amy rolled her eyes at all the women with their huge boobs, fake tans and fake smiles.  They were dripping in designer clothing and branding, but none of them had any style or class.  They were all just rich, gold-digging bimbos who loved themselves too much.  Who cared that they all looked amazing or were fucking hot, big-cocked, footballers most nights?  It didn't make Amy jealous at all.

"Amy darling, I'm so like totally glad you made it," giggled Auntie Rebecca with a glass of Prosecco in her hand and clutching a designer handbag in the other.  "Come in and meet the girls."

Amy was ushered into the dining room where a bunch of WAGS were sitting around a big table.  There were only two places empty, one for Rebecca and now one for Amy.  "This used to be Donna's place at the table," smirked one of the women, "but she's not one of us anymore."

Amy shifted uncomfortably as she looked round the bitches sitting around the table.  She really didn't belong here and she didn't like the way the other women were looking at her.  It felt like there was something weird going on here. 

"We thought we'd play a little game to break the ice," smiled Rebecca as she opened a strange deck of cards and began shuffling them.  "Have you ever player... Role With It?"

Amy shook her head.  She'd never heard of it.

"Well darling, I discovered this game ten years ago - it made me the woman I am today.  In one night I went from your Mum's dorky young sister, into the bitch that got whatever she wanted.  I think you should play with us.  I'm going to deal you a card and you have to dress up and pretend to be what it says on the card.  You can use my clothes and makeup to get ready.  Then all you have to do is come down and we'll score you on how well you do."

Amy sneered, this was dumb - she wasn't about to play some stupid dress up game with a bunch of bitchy WAGS.

Wham.

The card landed across from Amy and for some reason she couldn't help but pick it up.  As she read the description - that she should pretend to be some slutty bitchy WAG like the rest of these whores, a strange impulse... a desire to play the game overtook her.

"Go on upstairs babe - take my clothes and makeup... become who you are destined to be," smirked Auntie Rebecca who had deliberately stacked the deck.  Her boring, but innocent young niece was gonna be so much fun soon.

Amy wanted to resist, to say 'no' but for some reason she found herself agreeing and going up to the bedroom.

Mmmmmh, hurry up and get changed - it's time to become a hot bitch, giggled a strangely familiar voice in her head as she looked around at all of her Auntie's clothing.  There was so much of it everywhere and it all looked so over the top and bitchy.  Being over the top and bitchy is EXACTLY what we want to be. The voice... the voice was her own voice, only it sounded really giggly and girly.  Was she going nuts?

Stripping off her boring tracksuit, Amy's eyes were instantly drawn to a gold dress.  Shivering slightly, she walked across and picked it up.  It looked like something a total attention whore would wear - the cut of the neckline low enough to show off cleavage and make the users tits become their whole focus.

Almost hypnotically she began to clamber inside, moaning slightly at the touch of the sexy material against her skin. She had never worn anything so feminine and slutty before and it felt kind of good. Yeah that's it, enjoy wearing the dress and being the centre of attention like a good little whore.

Amy felt so alive.  It felt like by wearing these clothes she was changing herself into an actual WAG.  This game was so much fun. "Ohhh shit, I wish my tits were bigger," she groaned - expecting the dress to fail to cling to her skinny curves, but as she looked down she gasped as she saw that her cleavage now looked massive.  It was as if the dress had amplified her body and she grinned as she squashed her boobies together with glee.  "Wow, I... have I got bigger boobies now?"

We're a big tit bitch now baby - and just check out our hips. 

Amy giggled as she swayed her now pronounced hips.  The dress sparkled and shimmered as she walked over to the mirror and saw a luscious blonde wig on a dummy just waiting for her to put on.  Sliding the silky smooth hair over her head, it almost felt like it was attaching to her head as she picked up her aunties makeup and did her face perfectly.  Had her lips been this big before?  Her eyes so gorgeous?  She felt like a million dollars.

Like a perfect bimbo bitch, giggled her own naughty voice in her head.  Tossing back her blonde hair, Amy gave herself a kiss in the mirror and gazed adoringly at herself.  Wow, she looked amazing  - just as hot as any of those bitches downstairs.

"Wow Amiee, you look hawt," purred a voice from downstairs and Amiee spun on her feet to see her Auntie watching approvingly from the doorway.  "I knew you'd enjoy this game.  Now there's one more thing you need to do."

Standing aside, Amiee gasped as she saw the hottest premier league footballer she had ever seen enter the room.  She recognised him at once - he was the player that had found out his wife was cheating on him.  He held a wedding band in his finger and as he approached, Amiee found her hand rising almost automatically to his.

Sliding the wedding ring onto her finger, Amiee's eyes rolled up into her head and she groaned in ecstasy as reality warped around her.  Aunt Rebecca smiled as she walked away and shut the door, leaving the two lovers alone.  She'd needed a replacement for her WAG circle and who better than her niece.

As Amiee, now convinced she had always been a horny, gold-digging slut just like her Auntie got to work sucking her husbands big cock, Aunt Rebecca sat downstairs and smiled knowingly at the other women.

"Remember, you are all replaceable and so long as I have Role With It, you all belong to me."

Upstairs Amiee's moans of pleasure as her husband bent her over the bed and fucked her tight blonde pussy hard, rose in a crescendo as the other women smiled at her pleasure.

Being a WAG was great and Amiee was one of them now...

THE END